“I think though before we worry about that we need to talk about the reason this all came out. Like I told you, in my life I have fathered ten children. Harry Potter is a decedent of one of those children and he is asking for my help in training him. I will no more refuse his request then I would any of my decedents.” Adam paused as he stood up and moved to look out the window of his office.

“I’d love to have you help me train him. You’re an amazing swordsman, much better than me. I’d like to bring him here from England and teach him. He has magic so he will no doubt need to be back in England for the new school year.” Adam turned around and sat on the window ledge and met his lover’s eyes. “That would still give us two and a half months to train him.”

“Of course I’ll help. But with all the paper work we are probably looking at barely two months of training” Duncan replied as he stood and walked over to Adam.

Adam smiled up at his lover as Duncan stopped in front of him. “I plan to use my magic. I’ll apparate over there and get him and conjure up the necessary paperwork. It shouldn’t take me more then a couple hours to get there and get him packed and be back here.”

“Well then I had better head home and get the guest room straightened out for him. Some how I doubt he’d be as comfortable on the couch as Richie is,” Duncan reached out and drew his hand down Adam’s cheek, “especially if he’s going to be here the whole summer.”

Adam turned his head and kissed the palm of his lovers hand before whispering his thanks and disappearing with a faint pop.

Duncan gave a sigh and turned to leave the office and head home to clean out the guest room. The room had boxes stacked all over the place and clothing tossed across the bed. Richie had opted to sleep on the couch for a week the last time he had visited instead of clearing off the bed to put clean sheets on it.

By the time Duncan had reached the small rare bookstore on the floor below Adam’s office, his lover was already ringing the buzzer at #4 Privet Drive.