AN This first chapter will be in only Harry's point of view while the rest of the story will be in third person point of view. This is because I find first to be the easiest to write for one main character, but things become a lot harder very quickly once you move past that. This is also my first attempt at fanfiction so be nice. If you spot any grammatical errors please compile into a list and I will try to fix or rewrite the part when I can. The next chapter in the story I am still working on if you ideas please tell. Lastly, I do not own Harry Potter and/or fantastic beast and where to find them. If I did I would be JK Rowling seeing as I named Kate that would be a no. Please Enjoy!

Chapter 1 The Story Thus Far

HARRY POV

It all started with him, Lord Voldemort. I don't know what happened to him, or who killed whose dog, but man he seemed to hate muggles and unfortunately for me, I live with muggles. I didn't always live with my muggle aunt and uncle. I did for a little while live with my real magical parents that was before their brains were turned into mush, by some of his 'loyal' followers. They tortured my parents for information and when they refused to tell them, they tortured them again and again. That was until they realized that their torturing had driven my parents past the point of insanity. That is when they started to laugh, I wished I could say that seeing them standing over my now comatose brain dead parents laughing like they had heard the funniest joke in the world and then some, was the thing that scared me most that night, but it wasn't. That would be when one of the three said "Hey don't they have a kid?" and then them finding me and the following Torture Curses. Now who does that, you find a 15 month old baby and your first reaction is, lets cause it pain, that's down right subhuman.

I can still feel the pain 10 years later, nothing has ever dappened it, nor dulled it. No matter how much I get beaten up by Dudley and Uncle Vernon or however long I get starved for messing up or what they think I did wrong, that pain was thw only pain that shown through. None of that other pain is or was in the same ballpark. I know that it could always be worse, I could have ended up in St. Mungo's with my parents. So days I think it would have been better, but that always changes about every 6 months. As the one upside to all of this is that I get to see them every 6 months or so, on my birthday and then at Christmas. Each and every time I go, I hope so much that 'Maybe they will snap out of it this time' or 'Maybe this time they will recognize me' they never do. Which starts the pain building again until the next trip.

This birthday, however, was different from most. My birthday trip to St. Mungo's had a large surprise waiting for me unlike every other. It began like every other time with Professor Dumbledore arriving at Number 4 Privet Drive at exactly 10:00 o'clock. This time he had a letter in hand when he arrived and a very large smile on his face. When we greeted each other as always, afterwards he held out his hand and we apparated away to St. Mungo's, just like usual. When we arrived he handed me the letter, I almost tore it open without looking on the outside. It was addressed to me and had where I lived, Number 4 Privet Drive, Under the Stairs, which I felt oddly specific. I then looked and saw a seal that did recognize, that had for houses and said Hogwarts. The realisation hit me like bullet train with a lead footed driver, this was my Hogwarts letter, I was going to Hogwarts. In that brief moment I actually felt happiness and forgot all the pain. I quickly turned and hugged the grandfatherly Headmaster.

My mind was racing I could do anything after going to Hogwarts and I could learn how to cure my parents. I then sprinted into St. Mungo's, the place I had visited twice a year for almost as long as I could remember, I knew the route like it was breathing. I could not wait to see my parents and tell them that I had been accepted into Hogwarts just like them, I would make them proud. Time flew by as I sat in thier room and told them all about my plans and before I knew it Professor Dumbledore was back and said: " Harry it is time to go." The rest was just me going through the motions, as I returned home and sadness. When I returned home I went straight to bed, but I could tell that Professor Dumbledore wasn't going straight home. I could hear the argument between my aunt, uncle and the Professor long into the night, at some points I thought they might even beat up my Professor of a friend. I listened for as long as possible, but eventually, I fell asleep. When I woke up Dumbledore was gone and I still had my Hogwarts letter. I spent the rest of the summer waiting, waiting for Professor Dumbledore to return and pick me up and bring me to Hogwarts. Eventually, a friendly giant named Hagrid showed up asking for "One 'Arry Potter."

AN Most chapters will not be that short nor be in a character's POV. Since that was an ultra short chapter here is another one. -Kate

Chapter 2 The Journey through the Alley

3rd Person POV

Harry Potter and Hagrid first stop was at The Leaky Cauldron the entrance to Diagon Alley, the magical equivalent to a muggle main street, however it was a well guarded secret unlike any main street. As Harry Potter entered The Leaky Cauldron nobody paused for a second, the giant, Hagrid entered, Tom the barkeep walked over.

"Good day Hagrid! The usually?"

"No Tom. Can't take the kid to Diagon Alley."

"What is your name?"

"I am Harry Potter. Nice to meet you." the boy responded cautiously.

"Potter, Potter, I have heard that name before, but can't place it."

"His Father was James Potter the Auror!"

"Ah, yes that is it! Whatever happened to him?"

"Tom don't have you remember. What those Death Eaters did to his parents?"

"That was them? Didn't that happen to the KingFellers. No wait, that was them! My boy I dearly sorry. Wait where did he go?"

By this time Harry had already made his way to the brick wall that separated the muggle world from the magical one. Hagrid made his way over after spotting Harry in a few seconds. Hagrid looked at him and saw sadness as if he was about to cry.

"'Arry? What is wrong?"

"You don't have to tiptoe around the subject of parents, Hagrid. I still remember the night."

"Okay let's get started then. You will get your first wand today."

Hagrid pressed bricks, with his pink umbrella in what seemed to be a very random order on the wall, but unexpectedly the wall opened up much to the shock of Harry. What shocked Harry, even more, was what lied beyond the wall, Diagon Alley.

"How did you do that?" asked Harry.

"Magic!" responded Hagrid chuckling.

"Where are we going first Hagrid?"

"Well, Gringotts of course?"

"Hagrid, what's Gringotts?"

"The wizard bank where all of your money is stored, but I also need to pick up a package for Professor Dumbledore from there too. After we go there you will get your wand."

"Wizards use wands? Always thought they just had so said a magic word or something."

"The most powerful wizards such as Professor Dumbledore don't even have to use a word, but most have use both wand and word to conjure any magic."

"Cool" responded Harry. As they walked towards the wizard bank, Harry noticed something. "Hagrid, why do all of the buildings look weird?" asked Harry. "Well that is a long story, but let's just say that the Wizards of Britain wouldn't have it any other way," Hagrid responded sharply. It was at that time the mismatched pair of the young boy and giant man reached the door to the magical bank. Hagrid turned to Harry and said, "Now 'Arry don't stare at any of the goblins, no matter how weird they look." "Why? Is it frowned upon?" asked Harry. "Well, yes. It is just one of those things that you just don't do." replied the half-giant. "Okay," said Harry as they entered the bank.

As they entered the bank, young Harry took some time to look around the entrance to the bank. It was a large hallway with multiple large glass and gold chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, with two rows of goblin filled desks straddling the main walkway in the center of the hallway with the largest desk at the end of walkway with what Harry thought was the goblin in charge of the bank sitting in that desk, and lastly what Harry found the oddest was the lack of lines. There were almost no wizards present in the bank, which was weird for a wizarding bank.

Hagrid lightly tapped Harry on the back to try to snap him out of his trance, but with Harry not exactly expecting a 'light tap on the back' from Hagrid, he flew forward and hit one of the few wizards that happened to be in the bank. Hagrid quickly and quietly made his way out to the place Harry had ended up. "So sorry Miss. It was an accident let me help you up," said Hagrid apologetically. As Hagrid helped the lady up he recognized her. "Professor McGonagall? I am so sorry to have bothered you. I was taking young 'Arry Potter here through Diagon Alley and I was trying to snap him out of his daydream and I might have tried a little bit too hard." said Hagrid his voice full of apathy.

"It is quite alright, Hagrid." replied Professor McGonagall and she turned to the boy and said her voice full of somber, "I Taught your parents, they were some of my best students." Not telling the young boy that they were also her favorite students she had ever had. She then turned back to Hagrid and said, " I can take him throughout Diagon Alley if you want?" "Professor Dumbledore told me to take 'Arry Potter to get his things for Hogwarts," Hagrid stated, "but he also told me to get the item from Gringotts and bring it to him." After a few seconds of silence, Professor McGonagall spoke up and said "I could take Harry and you could bring the very important item directly to the Headmaster. As deputy Headmistress, I usually take the muggleborns and the orphans to get their books and such anyways. Plus it would keep that special item even safer." Silence followed which was soon broken by Hagrid saying "But doesn't Harry still need money?" The deputy headmistress then responded by saying "I have access to the Hogwarts Student Account. I can use that to pay for all of his stuff. Even then I can pay for it. After all, it is the least I could do." The gentle giant agrees and said his goodbyes to young Harry and made his way to the front desk. Professor McGonagall still saddened by what happened to the two students wanted to help the boy as much as possible.

As the deputy headmistress and the 11-year-old boy left the bank the woman turned to the boy. She said "I never properly introduced myself. I am Minerva McGonagall, the deputy headmistress, head of the Gryffindor house, and the transfiguration teacher. The first stop will be Ollivander's, the best wandmaker in Britain. I got my wand from him long ago." Harry then asked, "How long ago?" The professor turned to the boy and replied sharply: "You do NOT ask a woman her age." Shaking her head with a smile, he is just like James ignorant, but smart. During the entire walk to Ollivanders, Harry thought he was in trouble, he had made someone who had met angry and that was usually met pain, but it wasn't this time, which Harry noted, but still expected any second. That was until he turned and looked up and saw that she was holding back laughter. At that exact second, she couldn't hold it back anymore and just burst out laughing. Harry looked at the older woman with a face that just said 'What?'. She started to say "Your Father, James, spent 7 years at Hogwarts trying to get that answer out of me-" but only made a few words before bursting out laughing again. After about a minute she finally calmed down and finished saying. "He never did find out my age, but he sure did try. He came up with more and more extravagant stories about why he needed to know my age, but I almost told his son on accident. I am waiting for him to pop around a corner and say that he was so close." Harry's only response was "Why didn't you just tell him?" She responded by saying that would have been to the easy and that would take all the fun out of it. Anyways he wouldn't have believed any answer let alone the right one.

She then opened the door to the wand shop and gestured for Harry to enter. Harry entered and was greeted by an old but yet very spry man. Who promptly turned to Professor McGonagall who had just entered and said "Ah, Professor McGonagall one of my best wands, some of my better early work. Fir and dragon heartstring, nine and a half inches, and stiff, I still remember the day you got your wand you were so young and happy." McGonagall's retorted " I am still young and very much happy thank you very much!" This had fallen on deaf ears as the famous wandmaker had already moved onto Harry even going as far as saying "Who are you?" before McGonagall was even done talking. Harry responded with a slight smile "I am Harry Potter nice to meet you," and stuck his hand out for a handshake. Once again the wandmaker had already moved onto the next task finding this young man his first wand as started to measure under Harry's out streched arm, then he walked towards the back of the shop. "Was it something I did? Does he not like handshakes. Maybe he won't give me a wand." Harry said very nervously to the Transfiguration Professor. "Well, he is-" her reply was cut off by the reappearance of Ollivander holding a wand saying, "I think this one will work for you well."

As Harry gently removed the wand he looked at the Professor with a young looking at their mother asking for approval. When the Deputy Headmistress nodded Harry turned to the wandmaker saying "This is my first time what do I do? Do I have to wave it around or do I just hold it and say something." The Wanamaker said with a light chuckle "You are one of the first who has ever asked. Most start waving it around like they are being stabbed, destroying my shop in the process. Don't try that wand it will not work for you. I have an idea." The wand makes walked towards a strange case at the back of his shop, mumbling something about a rare breed.

Harry turned to talk to the Transfiguration Professor saying "What does he mean of a rare breed?" The response was "I think you will find that out on your own." Just then the door opened and a young girl entered quickly followed by Andromeda Tonks and a slightly older girl than the first one who entered. The mother of the two said to McGonagall said "Katherine here is quite the handful have fun with her next year. She is just like her sister Nymphadora." The older girl's hair partially changed to hot pink as she complained: "Why do insist on calling me that?" The younger girl retorted "Well because it is your name, Nymphadora!" "Well nobody asked you Katherine!" responded the older girl.

All three of the witches who had just entered the store failed to notice the young wizard already in the shop. The mother of the two girls attempting to change the subject asked: "So what brings you to Ollivander's?" "Well I am accompanying young Harry here to get a wand." replied the professor. Just then Ollivander came back holding a wand and saw that new people had entered the store. "Nymphadora did you break your wand? I knew that wasn't the perfect fit for you." The older girl said slightly annoyed "Once again I repeat do NOT call me Nymphadora. I go by Tonks." The wandmaker responded, "But do you need a new wand?" The mother responded instead saying "Nymphadora doesn't, but Katherine here needs one." Tonks started to make her way to the door angrily after being called Nymphadora once, but was stopped by her mother saying "Where do you think you are going young lady?"

As that argument grew and grew Harry turned to Ollivander and asked: "What did you mean when you said that I was a rare breed?" The man replied, "That there are not many like you?" Harry answered, "I understand that, but what breed?" The man responded by handing the wand over to Harry saying "You will have a to do and this wand will help you with that." As Harry stood their wand in hand he knew one thing. That was he wasn't going to get any answers from him. For the time being at least. You never know people change.

Meanwhile, Katherine couldn't wait to finally get her wand. She had waited forever to get her wand, 11 years. That stupid kid won't stop asking stupid questions. 'Come on just get it over with!' she thought. As the boy finally finished interrogating the older man it was her turn. The boy and the accompanying adult turned and left after paying the man a few galleons. She couldn't wait to get her wand, but as she approached the older wand maker a few thoughts raced through her mind, 'What if I get a weak wand?' and 'What if he can't find a want for me?' being the key thoughts. Those thoughts were quickly dissipated by Ollivander, he just was wearing a face that said trust me, I know my craft. She knew that she could follow this man's instructions no matter how silly. Ollivander said to the young lady "So I hear you are here for your first wand?"

Katherine responded by stating "Of course I am!" "Well then let's get started" he clapped his hands together and a tape measure appeared in his hand and he asked, "Are you left or right handed?" She quickly responded "Right!" As the older man measured her arm length from her shoulder to wrist and elbow to wrist. He turned around and pulled a wand case off the shelf and deftly opened it. He then handed the wand over to the younger girl. She waved the wand and the entire shelf that wand came off of exploded off the wall. Mr. Ollivander quickly took the wand out of her hand and then stated: "Well it is not that one." Tonks groaned as she knew how long this was going to take.

After many wands, much time and a now mostly destroyed store, she finally had her wand. "12 and a quarter inch, Acacia, Unicorn Hair, slightly yielding. Quite the good wand you have there Miss Tonks." "Thank you!" replied the young girl with a now huge smile on her face. Meanwhile, elsewhere in Diagon Alley Harry and Professor McGonagall had just made their last stop and she was bringing him back to the Dudleys.

"Can't I just go to Hogwarts early?" asked Harry. "Why do I have to go home?"

"Well because it is your home, Harry" replied McGonagall.

"But Hogwarts could be my home instead!" Harry remarked.

"Well this is your home now." the professor stated immediately.

"Okay!" Harry stated resigned to his fate. As the duo walked towards the door under a mid-afternoon sun, Harry once again paused. Turned to the teacher and said, "But do I have to?" "Yes you do and that is final!" The teacher said as the door opened and Harry calmly walked in.

AN How did you like it? Leave a review? Once again please help me choose Harry's wand core and wood. Another thing I did not name Katherine after myself as I am not actually named Kate I just like that name. This chapter was rewritten to readilbe on 3-13-19 -Kate