An Uncomfortable Meeting

All four were seated at a table with James and Angus seated together and Ava and Nickolas facing them. James used to hiding his emotions in front of strangers smiled but he was quiet as the atmosphere felt strange but bot Angus and Ava acted like old friends reconnecting.

Angus turned to Nickolas. "Count. Your letter was rather vague on details of the item that was stolen from you. If you could give me just a little more details on what it is and when you noticed it stolen then I can get to finding the item and the possible thief or thieves that stole it from you."

Nickolas studied Angus' face closely and he nodded his head. "Of course I meant the letter to be a little vague being I didn't want to entirely trust the details the relaying of it into letter no matter the magical protection and wards you have on your owl. Ava if you would be so kind as to present the file to Mr. Potter."

Ava bowed to him slightly and with a twist of her a few whispered words barely heard her wand appeared in her hand. She spoke barely above a whisper again and a document folder appeared in Angus' hands.

"Thank you, Ava. Alright. Let's see what we have here.' Angus said almost to himself as he unfolded the document and started quickly scanning the contents humming lightly. He stopped on one page frowned and brought it out. It was large page moving photo of private home museum that was wrecked while men in dark scarlet trench jackets looking around the area scanning it with their wands.

"How many Aurors do you have on your case currently?" Angus asked carefully.

"I have five. A great many value items and relics of the past were taken from my private collection. None as important as the one you will be seeking and the wizard and killing for the annoyance he has caused me." He said firmly.

The Count glanced at James. "Mr. Potter. I found it very odd that your father introduced you as James Potter. Yet, your mother has referred to you as Harry Potter. A name sake of your ancestor the one lived and slayer the Dark Lord."

James was used to this type of behavior. "My father named me James Potter Heir to the house of Potter, defender of the old true ways, The last Hallow of the past.. So that is my official house name and title. My mother can call me whatever name she pleases. It is her right. It is the name she gave me in respect to my ancestor and her hopes for me becoming a great Auror as my ancestor was in his day."

He said speaking in calm tones. Though his voice didn't carry the same echoing power as his father it was clear and direct.

The Count nodded stiffly and tried for a social smile. "Yes. Yes. I did forget that his career in the ministry as a Auror had been impressive after his defeat of the Dark Lord. Would you or your father care for a drink or something to eat before you and your father head off to your task for me?"

James looked at his Angus was smiling but shaking his head at The Count. "My apologies, Count but we'll have to get going so we can handle your case." He said.

The all started to rise from their seats. The Count shrugged and waved them outside back the way they had entered the restaurant. "I will live you to it then. Oh. I do apologies if the announcement of my engagement to Ava came as a surprise to you Mr. Potter." He said addressing Angus.

Both James and Ava looked toward Angus. Angus shook his head. "No need to apologies Count. Ava is her own woman and entitled to her own happiness. I wish you both well." He said with nod of his head. "We'll be off then."

James felt it again. Unease. He glanced at his mother one last time to her smile. "Mother. I will see you soon." He said and leaned toward her.

Ava met him half way the distance and he kissed her cheek. "I love you. Obey your father." She said to him.

James nodded. "I will. I love you to." He said and followed Angus out the way they had come in.

Angus wrapped his around James pulling him close while James notice his father hand a hand on his peacemaker. His father shook his head. "Close your eyes son. Nothing bad is going happen to you."

James obeyed and they went into apparition. The feeling twisted apart to being pulled into yourself was worse because short period he had to rest his mind from it but soon enough they were somewhere else. James forced his eyes opened as Angus took his hand leading him into a store front shop.

James head hurt but kept quiet about it because seemed physically upset about finding out about Ava's engagement. "I didn't know mom was getting married."

"She isn't getting married, son." Angus said in a distracted voice going to the front of the store and started looking around the small bookstore.

James froze. "What do you mean? Your not going to do something to him are you?"

Angus looked at him and shook his head. "What?! Of course not. Son. Listen. We're going to finish this job as fast as humanly possible send the item to that jackass by Owl and hopefully your not going to be connected to anything related to him. Remember son. You only met that man once in passing. We have nothing to do with him and ill feelings for him. Understand?!"

James stared at him. "Dad. You looked you were going to kill him."

Angus snorted and shook his head. "Son. I don't care about that little shit. He's an obvious jealous hater and an annoying fan boy still whining and moaning about his idol being blasted to hell by my grandpa when he was seventeen. What a joke?!" He said laughing loudly.

James stared at his father and then burst out into laughter. "Dad. You can't be serious."

"Son. Riddle's fanboys always call him the Dark Lord or refer to us as the descendants of the slayer of Dark Lord. They never call it for what it is. They all have the same damn pattern. They simply just don't get."

"What is it then?" James asked paused in middle of his laughter.

Angus had that glint in his eyes and stared at his son with a spark gaze and a funny grin on his lips. "Tom Riddle was a middle aged psycho that had been taken out by a seventeen year old wizard because he was a loser. His fanboys can't accept the facts. Grandpa Harry beat him in the duel but Albus Dombledore and Severus Snape assassinated his ass with a daring nerve and a cunning planning."

James nodded silently and patted his chest with his fist at the same time Angus did in memory of the true heroes that saved the wizarding world in the last war. He looked around the book store in question. "Why did you bring us here? Where are we by the by."

"London!" Angus grinned. "Where here to get some information and visit an old friend while we have the time."

"What's all that noise about?"

They turned to the back to see a two elderly females one with wild orange and gray long hair with large glasses on her in brown dress on and her companion a slim woman with blond hair and gray blue eyes that studied them both in surprise.

Angus grinned coming over as they're stared at him in shock. "Aunty Hermione. You're looking good. I wasn't expecting to see the wonderful Luna with you as well. I'm back." He said coming over to them.

They cried hugging and laying kisses on his face and head as they cried. James stood in place surprised and not knowing what to do. Though he hadn't met his great great aunt in-law before he had met Luna.

Luna looked over at him and put a finger to her lips giving him a wink and waved him over. James nodded and quickly over to join in the greeting.