Picture by Judy Depp from Devent Art.

It has been a 2 years and 10 months sense Harry left his flat in London. He started off in Rome, went to Barcelona, stopped in Egypt and now he is in Johannesburg, South Africa.

Harry was overwhelmed with how big this city really was. He has been in Johannesburg for a week now and he has only seen a small part of the city. When he first arrived he found a small flat, perfect for one person. Once he furnished and decorated the home he sent his normal message to Ron and Hermione saying that he was fine.

He found his job by accident, he walked into a small bookstore and found an older man trying to lift a huge box of books. Being Harry he took the box from the man and asked where he wanted it. As soon as the box was put down Mr. Fofana told him he was hired.

So twice a week Harry was to help Mr. Fofana with his unloading and loading books for deliveries.

Two months have passed and Harry was loving his time in and outside of the bookstore. Mr. Fofana was one of those people, anybody who was graced with his presence always walked away with a huge smile on their face.

One night after helping in the bookstore Harry and Mr. Fofana where sitting on the steps in front of the store watching the sun go down over the horizon. Harry was dumbfounded on how beautiful it was. It reminded him of autumn at Hogwarts. The reds, oranges, and yellows so beautifully mixed across the sky. He could see the stars barely peaking through the haze of the sunset.

Mr. Fofana gave a small cough and Harry looked at him and precided to ask if the man was ok. Harry noticed that there was something behind the mans look. His eyes showed that he knew something and was struggling if he should tell Harry what he knew.

"Umm..Harry son, I have something I have been meaning to tell you." Mr.Fofana said quietly looking everywhere but at Harry.

Not saying a word, Harry just waited for the man to say what he needed to say.

"My boy, I have known who you are from the first time you walked into my store." The man quickly announced. "I didn't say anything figuring there was a reason you were here, and not home."

Harry finally looked at the man and noticed scars. Never noticing before now, this man had scars, some hidden by the wrinkles and some where so faint you really had to look to see them. Intrigued Harry wanted to know this mans story. Also how did he know who he was?

Harry didn't have to wait long to have both of his thoughts answered.

Taking a deep breath Mr. Fofana started his story.

"My parents where born here in Africa, and grew up in a small village far from here. The village is no longer there. It has been swallowed up by the larger surrounding towns. Not liking the new scenery my parents moved to a small village. That was where I was born, March 12th 1969. My mom never made it to the hospital to give birth to me. I was born in the back of their bookstore Tomes and Scrolls."

"Wait, what?" Harry quickly said. "That's in Hogsmeade." Harry's eyes widened in suprise as he looked at the man next to him.

"Yes, yes it is Harry." Mr. Fofana replied. "I was 11 when the first war started. Both my parents fought in the war. They hated what Voldemort and his people stood for and wanted to make sure the world I grew up in was free. I was in my third year at Hogwarts when the news broke out that Voldemort had been radicated. I don't think people slept for days because of the celebration. Those where the days that I and many others learned your name and your story." Mr. Fofana stopped and took a sip of his cooling tea and looked off in the distance.

Harry didn't know what to say, or how to feel. This man who does everything by hand. Has never used magic to his knowledge, was a wizard.

Harry looked at the man, and when he looked back at him. Harry smiled and encourage him to keep going with his story.

Mr. Fofana nodded and resumed his story.

"I didn't get along well at school. Got in a lot of fights and served many a detention with Mr. Filtch. If I ever see a Quidditch trophy it will be to soon. I was in my 5th year when I made the worst mistake ever. I hexed a kid and almost killed him. After that I was expelled and my wand was broken. For years I blamed everybody but myself for the problems that I faced. I ran away from home at the age of 17. Traveled, did odd work to make money. One of those jobs landed me these scars. I was beat up, bloody and left for dead. I woke up and I was healed. Faint scars replaced the bloody cuts. I looked around and I saw the most beautiful angel in my room. She was a medi-witch and my savior in a white uniform. We married soon after and settled down. I opened up this bookstore and she worked as a medi-witch at a small magical hospital. A few years later your name became news again. Harry Potter starting at Hogwarts. 5 yrs later Harry Potter says Voldemort is back. Fudge says he is lying. Then the biggest news in magical history Voldemort is back. My wife told me she was going to help and I suppoted her decision. A year later I got the news she was gone. Nobody knows what happened. I was lost, no magic and no angel. So I just worked, that was until you walked in. When I saw you, I saw that for the last 3 or 4 years I have done everything my angel would tell me not to do. I was not living. You Harry reminded me that life is hard but also beautiful. So yes Harry I know who you are and I want to thank you for walking into my life. So with that I am closing the store for awhile. I am going to go home and help rebuild."

Harry sat there with Mr. Fofana and looked at the stars. Nothing was said for a long time. Both just thinking about their own stories and where they would go from here.

Mr. Fofana sat up and grabbed Harry's hands and smiled. "Now don't think I am going to leave you jobless. I have a friend who you have probably seen a time or two in the shop. He comes here to hide from everybody. He is looking for a strong man like you, who can also do magic."

"Speak of the devil and he will come." Said a tall shadow walkin towards the two men.

"Ahh I see you have made it Ryu. How is your evening goin?" replied Mr. Fofana.

"Bloody busy. So I am glad I can come here and chat with a friend who doesn't care who I am." sighed Ryu

Mr. Fofana smiled and turned to Harry.

"Harry I would like you to meet Ryu Black." said the man. "Ryu this is the young man I was telling you about. Hopefully you can use him as a personal body gaurd."

Ryu stepped into the light and shook Harry's hand.