This story has nothing to do with Merlin's Spirit, nor is Merlin's Spirit abandoned. I hope to have the next chapter before the New Year but that all depends on my writer's block.

Got that? Good. Now on with the show!

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Harry James Potter, a scrawny boy, with messy black hair and emerald green eyes woke up in what used to be Dudley's spare bedroom. Normal kids would still be asleep at this hour, not Harry Potter, he had no idea what normal really was. His parents had been murdered when he was one, he'd then been forced to live with his abusive aunt and uncle and their whale of a son, then he found out he could do magic and had to go to a school to learn it, then has to face his parents murderer at the end of that year, then a year later has to fight a memory of his parents murderer and a sixty foot long snake with nothing but a sword, a hat, and a fire-bird, a year after that, the person who was thought to betray his parents escapes wizard prison and is thought to be after him only for him to find out he's innocent and the real traitor was another friend who'd been hiding as his best mate's rat, then, finally, a year later he's forced to compete in a deadly tournament meant for adults where he faces a dragon, merpeople, a bunch of dangerous creatures and plants in a maze only to be teleported to a graveyard where one of the other competitors is murdered and he himself is used in a ritual to give his parents' murderer a body. So, his life hasn't been 'normal', not by a long shot.

Harry got out of bed and got dressed and went to make the Dursley's (and himself) breakfast. At this point, he was just doing it so he wouldn't have to deal with them or arguing with them. He knew he could handle them if he used magic, but he'd rather not see if his reflexes were faster then Vernon's fist.

As he was making breakfast his aunt came down and waited for him to finish making breakfast, Harry paid her no mind. He was almost finished with breakfast when he heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs. He knew it was Vernon but he didn't look up as he was too engrossed in cooking the breakfast, which was the only chore he actually liked to do. If he had looked up he might've seen his Aunt's worried face before she schooled her features.

He had just started putting food on the plates when his uncle came down the stairs. Vernon looked to the food than to Harry and said, "Good, you already started on breakfast. Once you've finished setting the table you are to start the rest of your chores and are then to return to your room and not come back down. Understand?"

Harry had finally looked up when he heard Vernon speaking to him and had to bite down a retort once Vernon finished speaking. Instead, he said, "Yes, Uncle."

Harry then made the table and began his chores. He'd done them enough that he didn't have to put forward any conscious thought to do them. As such, his mind began to drift. He thought about the end to his previous year and how it was his fault Cedric had died. Sure, the Diggory's said they didn't blame him, but Harry couldn't help but feel a little responsible. After all, it was him who'd said they should both grab the cup.

Then Harry got an idea. Sure, they wouldn't take the money from the tournament, but he wasn't going to give them money. So, once he finished his chores he went up to his room and prepared to leave for Diagon Alley.

It was as he was about to leave that he had another idea. Why didn't he invite Hermione to join him? After all, he could use the company. So he went to his desk and pulled out his quill and parchment and wrote a letter to Hermione. Then, he gave the letter to Hedwig and sent her to Hermione's. He then went to sleep.

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The next morning, Hermione was sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast when a snowy owl swooped in and held her leg up for her to take the attached letter. Hermione, recognizing the owl as Hedwig, grabbed the letter and began to read. It was only after Hedwig's squawk of indignation that reminded Hermione of her presence. "Oh, right! Forgot to give you some food! Here, have some of my bacon." Hermione muttered to herself, giving Hedwig two pieces of bacon. Hedwig ate the bacon then flew off. Hermione went back to reading her letter until her mother came down the stairs.

"What have you got there?" Emma Granger asked her daughter.

Hermione looked up from her letter to her mother and said, "A letter from Harry asking if I want to go to Diagon with him later today."

Her mother nodded and said, "If you want to, you'll have to get there yourself though."

Hermione nodded and said, "Okay, I'll just take the Knight Bus." And with that, Hermione went to go get ready for her excursion to Diagon with Harry.

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Harry got up early that day so he'd have time to shop a bit without Hermione, as he was going to use his time in Diagon to buy his friends' birthday and Christmas presents. He got up, showered, brushed his teeth, then put on his wizarding robes (which were his Hogwarts robes) and left the Dursley's. Once he got a couple blocks away, he called for the Knight Bus.

Harry hid his face so when the Knight Bus arrived, he wouldn't be recognized. Once he got on, he went to the back as to avoid a conversation with the eccentric Stan Shunpike. After the bumpy ride, he paid for the trip and went into The Leaky Cauldron. Upon entering his senses were immediately attacked with the sound of conversation and the smell of food and butterbeer.

Harry moved through the bar, giving a wave to Tom, the barman, as he did so, and came to the wall that served as the entrance to Diagon Alley. He tapped the bricks in the correct pattern, then stepped through to the boisterous Diagon Alley. Upon entering his eyes immediately began searching for the big, white building that was Gringotts.

Upon seeing it he immediately made for the building. Once he got to the front doors, he gave a nod to each of the two guards and walked in. Once in, his eyes scanned the room and found a teller with no one waiting in line. He got up to the teller and said, "Mr. Teller, I'd like to talk to a goblin who could help me with some business dealings and can give me a statement of my vaults."

The teller looked up, "And you are?" Harry looked hesitant to say his name at first but then said, "Harry Potter" The goblin raised one eyebrow at this then said, "You'll need to talk to Account Manager Sharpclaw. I'll send a goblin with a message to let him know you wish to speak with him." Harry nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Teller." Harry then went to one of the benches and sat. A few minutes later a goblin came up and told him, "Accounts Manager Sharpclaw will see you now." Harry looked to the goblin and nodded. The goblin then led him to the Account Manager's office. Upon arriving at the door, Harry knocked. "Come in!" A voice from inside barked. Harry opened the door and stepped inside. Not knowing the coming meeting would shake his world to its core.

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How does everyone like the first chapter of this story? As I said above, Merlin's Spirit isn't abandoned, I'm just suffering from some writer's block. Hopefully, you'll see an update from both of these stories by mid-January at the latest. With that, I bid you all adieu.

Merry Early Christmas!

Updated on 1/13/19

Hey guys, I was looking through this chapter so I could start chapter 2 and ended up rewriting a lot of it. I also want to say that this story will probably be my main focus over Merlin's Spirit, I'll still be updating it but it will be done between every couple of chapters of this. Thanks for reading and I hope you have a good rest of your Day/Night.

-Edc