For those who have seen my other Harry Potter story on my profile, ignore it for now since it's on hiatus for now. As for this story, enjoy! :)

Chapter 01: An Introduction to Real Magic

A 8-year old Harry Potter was vastly different from those his age.

For one, almost all kids his age loved the freedom of summer.

He on the other hand, thought in the reverse as summer to be a time of imprisonment and school as the time of freedom. The fact that his relatives, the Dursleys, treated him like a slave didn't help matters either, forcing him to do all the house cleaning whilst his cousin Dudley stuffed his face like the pig he was and was spoiled worse than rotten eggs.

But Harry was no fool. He had survival instincts and knew how the world was run outside of his 'prison' and had sought out small businesses during his free days that came every other day or so and took up part time work like delivering the morning paper or dropping off small packages in order to save up some money he could spend once he'd found a way to escape.

It wasn't until he met HIM on that day that his life changed.

Harry had been on another package delivery one afternoon on July 4, 1988. While the other children of Surrey were enjoying lighting fireworks or doing whatever, he was working, though discreetly by taking longer routes than usual so no one he knew would spot him and rat him out to their parents. Despite his efforts, most kids sided with Dudley and saw him as a 'freak' and passed that information on to their parents who then assumed he was nothing more than a delinquent that his relatives reinforced with an iron fist. Literally. He still could feel the impact on his stomach.

The package delivery, surprisingly, took him to an address not far from his relatives' home of Number 4 Privet Drive. He soon came upon Number 7 and knocked on the door and waited for his client to open up. Harry glanced down at the package and saw it was for a Geoffrey Vermilion. Odd name, he thought.

But when the door opened up, it wasn't what, or rather, who he was expecting. Actually, Harry wasn't quite sure what he been expecting but it surely wasn't this.

A young boy who looked to be about his age had opened the door. What drew Harry's attention wasn't the boy's short silvery hair, but those ocean-blue eyes that appeared to be so sharp that they pierced right into his mind as they locked eyes for a moment.

The silverette then brightened up when he broke eye contact and noticed the package in Harry's hands. "Ah! That must be my delivery from Winged Departures, right?" At Harry's unsure nod, his smile widened as Harry's client retrieved a pen from his pocket and signed the spot on the document that was attached where he was supposed to. "There you go. Why don't you come on for a bit? Are you expected back at the office any time soon?"

Harry was shocked by the invitation but shook his head no. The delivery business he worked at, called Winged Departure, were very flexible with its workers. On a holiday like today, they had insisted he take the day off but Harry had insisted he at least deliver one package to earn his keep. Little did he know, his manager had chosen the easiest one on the available list that had been arranged by the client himself.

The client, Geoffrey Vermilion, smiled at him. "Great! Then come on in! But leave your shoes at the door please." With that, Geoffrey opened up the door wider and let the raven-haired boy inside.

Not sure what to make of his fellow child, Harry timidly stepped inside and slipped off his shoes, which Geoffrey noticed were a couple sizes too large for Harry's smaller feet. In fact, even Harry's shirt and shorts seemed too big for his small frame and the shorts were only being held up by an old worn-out belt.

This made Geoffrey frown. He had done his research on Harry Potter and knew he lived with his maternal aunt, one Petunia Dursley nee Evans along with her husband Vernon and son Dudley. In fact, when he had moved into this house the two parents had come to visit to try to impress him three months ago. No one else's knowledge, Geoffrey had sent them away in embarrassment due to how out-classed they were compared to him. NOt that Geoffrey was one to flaunt his wealth but it helped in keeping the greedy at arms length or even further away.

Now Geoffrey had all the evidence that Magical Britain's supposed hero, Harry James Potter, was being either neglected or abused by his non-magical relatives. Regardless of which choice it was, it was stopping now.

So as Geoffrey had Harry settle comfortably on his couch in the living room. He waved his hand in the direction of the kitchen the next room over. Harry was confused as to why he had done that, but his emerald eyes widened in shock as within seconds, a teapot along with two small teacups flew out of the kitchen doorway into the living room before landing softly on the table that was situated between the couch Harry was currently occupying and Geoffrey and sat down on.

As Geoffrey gave his hand another wave, this time directed at the teapot and two teacups, Harry watched in fascination as the teapot lifted itself off the table and poured its contents into the two waiting cups. The teapot set itself down again with another hand wave and the two cups then floated up and moved over to Harry and Geoffrey respectively.

While Geoffrey took a sip of his tea, Harry watched him with wide eyes. Oh he had suspected magic was real despite how often Uncle Vernon had denied its existence. He was no fool, for he himself had caused some unusual events to transpire whenever his emotions lost control of themselves to the point he was sure he had teleported once to escape Dudley and his gang's bullying.

So after taking a sip of the tea himself, which he noted was the most delicious he had ever tasted, Harry asked, "So, magic is real?"

Geoffrey smile from earlier hadn't gone away (much) and was now at full length. "Caught on quickly, huh? Yup, magic is definitely real and there's actually an entire hidden society of magicals that exists around the entire world."

Now that was news to Harry. While he had suspected magic to be real for some time now, but to find out there was a secret community of magic internationally? But why were they...?

As if reading his mind, Geoffrey continued, "They hiding themselves from, for lack of a better word, normal world due to an old fear of normal people. You are familiar with the witch trials and witch hunts?" At Harry's nod he continued, "That happened centuries ago, but magicals that live in Europe are old-fashioned and stuck in past traditions. They still fear that if their society is discovered they would all be tracked down and killed. Frankly speaking, they would be but not for the fact they are magical. No, in modern times, they would be executed for the crimes they omitted."

"Most major events that have transpired around Europe over the past century or so such as World War I, World War II, the Cold War, and so on have unknowingly been caused by the magical population of Europe. If news of this were to be revealed to the non-magical public, it could possibly start a World War III in no time. So a Statute of Secrecy was put into place centuries ago to prevent any leakage of knowledge of the magical community to spread beyond those who know of it and their families. Those who are not supposed to know have their memories either altered or completely erased."

Harry's mind was racing with all this new information, but it was the last bit that had him thinking. If the knowledge of the magical world was kept secret so fiercely that they would resort to wiping memories away, then why was Geoffrey telling him all this? There was only one reason he could think of for this. He made eye contact with Geoffrey and said, "I'm magical, aren't I." It wasn't a question.

Geoffrey's smile now became a smirk. "Got it in one, Harry, mind if I call you Harry? You are indeed magical, or a wizard in Europe's definition. But you can be better. You were born with magical potential that far surpasses the limits of what magical Europe has any knowledge of but magical Asia has known for centuries."

Harry's curiosity was now peaked. "What's the difference between magic in Europe and Asia?" It was an innocent question.

Geoffrey snorted. "To make a long story short: A Lot. Europe still uses wands. WANDS for God's sake! Those things barely use any magic power at all that you'll probably almost never experience magical exhaustion that it's to the point most European Healers, the magical version of doctors and nurses, don't believe in magical exhaustion and write it off as a myth. European magicals use wands to channel their magic through them before releasing the magic out the wands in the form of spells. It's to the point that wandless magic is thought to be nothing more than another myth."

"Now those in Asia instead focus on wandless magic from the beginning, strengthening their magical cores, the source of everyone's magic, through meditation and exercise. Then they undergo training using magical objects that, rather than channeling one's magic, focuses and amplifies it to be more effective. These magical objects, also known as mediums, come in many forms from swords, to staves, to even books. While learning Asian style magics is much harder, the payoff is far greater than European methods, for the results give much larger magic cores which allows you to cast more powerful spells without exhausting yourself and to be able to use any spell from basic to advanced both wandlessly and wordlessly."

Geoffrey finished his explanation just as he finished his tea and set the cup down. "Which leads me to why I've arranged for you to meet me today, Harry. In three years time, you would have received a letter from one of Europe's most prestigious magical schools, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, in terms of international standards, it's a joke. The number of classes there are restricted, several of the professors are incompetent bigots, and the student body themselves are prejudice against everything they view beneath them."

"Instead, I'm going to introduce you to the true magical community that isn't bigoted and prejudiced against their fellow man. Come." Geoffrey stood and offered hsi hand to Harry who hesitantly accepted it, "I'm going to show you the real magical community."

And in a flash of golden light, both young boys vanished.

Little did Harry know, after stepping into Geoffrey's 'home', his relatives were now blissfully unaware of his existence.

And many miles away in Scotland, a certain aged-wizard was about to have the worst week of his long life.

In contrast, Harry's life would improve immensely.

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Author's Notes & Disclaimer:
If any could tell, this is going to be a slight Fairy Tail and Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha crossover in terms of magic and techniques, but no characters actually showing up. At least for now? Hm... Anyways, I do not own Harry Potter or any other things that may have been mentioned. Have a great day and please leave reviews! :)