Hi, this will be my first attempt at writing and I have no idea how this will turn out. I am aiming for this to be a bit of a long fic, to be honest, with quite a bit of addition and variety in this AU world. Some things are going to be canon as I'm not so confident on changing everything. I will be including things from different fandoms but not likely characters. I would appreciate comments on what was good and what to improve on instead of just insults or blunt negativity.
Onto the story then.
Harry Potter: Rising from the Ashes
Harry never really understood why he felt different from others or why he was treated differently. Maybe it was just because of those two things affecting each other.
He doesn't understand why his Aunt would belittle him, look at him as if he were not natural. He doesn't understand why his Uncle shouts at him for the littlest things or just outright ignore his existence unless he needs something. He doesn't understand why his Cousin bullies him with his friends and scare anyone away who would try and befriend him, then get away with it. The less said about Marge the better.
Very confusing really because when he sees other families they don't act the same as the Dursley trio. He remembers asking his aunt before why he was treated differently and what she said. Well, remembers what she said, might be a bit strong. He remembers her screaming and sounding like a doors squeaky hinges. He knows. He checked.
He did catch some bits of what she was saying, something about his Mum and Dad being different and that I am just like them, and some crazy old man. The first two points he could sort of understand. Whatever it was, it was his side of the family. The crazy old man part? He had no clue.
After a few weeks, to let his aunt calm down, he tried again. This time he asked his Uncle. Well, he just turned a funny shade of purple, sort of like a big bruise. Anyway, his Uncle told him to keep quiet and do not ask that again or else.
Harry could tell that something had changed in the next few days, the dynamic of the house had become tenser, it was practically suffocating. They were a lot harder on him during this time, but after a while, it started to dissipate. Realising that his inquiries were the reason he stopped asking.
After that Harry kept his head down and carried on like normal, for him. Wake up, get ready, make sure his room is clean, get his orders from his Aunt or Uncle, make breakfast for the other three. Tea, coffee, orange juice, toast, bacon, sausage, egg, hashbrowns while all he was allowed was a glass of water and two pieces of toast. It's not as if they starve him or anything, but he was only allowed just enough to keep him fed.
Weekends, his Uncle would give him a list of chores and he would get them done. Mainly cleaning and Gardening, depending on the conditions they were it was either a grueling task where it would take him all weekend. Or it was quick and simple, giving him enough time to do what he wanted to do.
What was strange though was when he struggled to lift something, if he concentrated enough he found that his body felt as if it was heating up and slowly but surely he could end uplifting things. Each time he had to lift something heavy he got the same feeling, but after each time it seemed to get easier and easier. Now it only takes him about 5-10 minutes whereas before it used to be 30-45 minutes.
Weekdays were repetitive. Go to school, do lessons, run away or hide from Dudley and his gang during break and lunch, more lessons then home time. Once he got home he gets a book to read until he is called to help make dinner i.e make dinner himself with his aunt keeping an eye on what he was doing.
There have been times where he had his food taken from him as a form of punishment though, the time where he regrew his hair after it was cut was memorable if a not strange one. When he accidentally cut some of Aunt Petunias flowers or missed a spot when cleaning.
It wasn't all bad, sure his relatives were unloving and spiteful but they let him do some things, not counting chores. He enjoyed school and learning, he wasn't a genius but he did alright, at least the top quarter of his class. But reading, now that was his favourite. All the different worlds and characters he could just get lost in, the fascinating tales and powers, the different races and history.
When his Aunt and Uncle noticed they decided to buy him more books, which was strange as they usually only get him stuff for Christmas and his birthday and even then they were only small things.
Of course, he was told not to expect anything else, that they just got them as it keeps him out of sight and out of mind. Not that he really cared.
Currently, he was reading one of his favourite books, Skulduggery Pleasant, when he was pulled back into the real world. "BOY! Get the paper will you, seeing as you aren't doing anything." His uncle, Vernon is his name, was the one who called. A large man with a big bushy mustache covering his top lip with the newspaper in front of his face.
Releasing a sigh and lowering his book, a young boy with black messy hair and emerald green piercing behind old circular frame glasses eyes was revealed "Yes uncle Vernon." This is Harry Potter. He is a bit below to preferred weight but not unhealthily so, the average height of 4ft 8".
'Wonderful, I was hoping to have today to myself. Great way to start my birthday.' That's right, it's his birthday, now 11 years old. Walking down the stairs to the front door, he notices his Aunt looking back over the settee through the door, a thin and tall woman whose eyes constantly follow him, looking for the slightest mistake he may make.
Ignoring her and now making it to the door, leaning down and picking up the post he notices an odd-looking envelope. Putting the others to the back, for now, he sees his name on the front. Curious about it and want to actually keep it he tucks it into the back of his trousers and pulls his short over it.
"What's taking so long?". Knocked out of his thoughts about his letter by the sound of his uncle, Harry makes his way into the front room where his Aunt and Cousin, Dudley, are on the settee, while his Uncle is in an armchair. Trying to not rustle his letter so they don't notice, he walks stiffly up to his uncle. "Sorry uncle Vernon, some of the letters slipped when I picked them up." Getting a non-committal grunt in response, Harry handed over the post and then left to go back to his room.
With his Aunts watching gaze now gone with the safety of his room, he takes out his letter and looks it over, noticing that it's heavier and thicker than normal envelopes and letters. Turning it around he notices it has been sealed with a strange emblem embedded in the wax.
Unsealing and removing the letter Harry sits on the edge of his bed with the envelope beside him and the letter in his hands. Noticing the big shield at the top of the page is the same as the seal, he can clearly see what was on it. In the top left is a lion, the top right is a snake, the bottom left is a badger and lastly, the bottom right is an eagle. Each one surrounding a capitalised "H" in the centre.
Above the shield is a ribbon with the word "Hogwarts" and below is another ribbon with, what was most likely, the school motto "Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus."
Harry, shaking his head, focuses his attention on the actual letter.
' Dear Harry James Potter
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
The term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards) '
Harry looking at the letter in disbelief, not entirely sure of what he just read, picking up the envelope and properly searching both it and the letter for some sort of indication that it was a joke. After spending some moments and finding only the equipment list he fell back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, hoping for some sort of answer, or a clue at least.
While he was thinking, a sharp and anger filled voice reached him, "So I see you got your letter, not surprised YOU would get one." Jumping at the unexpected intrusion he turns his head towards the voice and he sees his Aunt standing in his doorframe with a look of loathing and disgust on her face.
Coming out of his shocked state Harry sits up and turns fully to his aunt. "What do you mean? Do you know anything about what this letter is or means?" His Aunt just huffs and answers "Of course I know what it is, dear, sweet Lily got hers at the same age. When our parents found out they were so proud and happy for her. Obviously, I didn't get a letter and was just giving pitty and reassurance I would always be as special to them. As if I even wanted to get to that unnatural place, some of the things that your Mother came back with were disgusting. I told how that she should just stay here and forget about that, but she didn't listen and now she is gone."
Harry sat there stunned, so many things made sense to him now. Why he felt different, why he was treated differently. How he could do certain things, why his relatives dislike him so. That this letter was actually real. He also learned that his Mum was magic like him.
"Why didn't you tell me about this before?" Harry asked, feeling conflicted. Happy that he is starting to understand things about himself that just feel right. Angry that his Aunt kept this from him, about his parents, about himself, about this whole new world he was about to join.
Petunia looks at him as if it is obvious, "Why would I? I wanted nothing to do with that world, I distanced myself from your Mother and carried on with my life, then your parents are killed. That same night you get dumped on our doorstep with a letter, just a letter. Honestly the people of that world... We were told what happened and why you were with us, something to do with some protection that works with you here."
Harry noticed that as she was talking her words were getting more antagonistic. When she got to the part about some protection he noticed she looked around warily, as if a snake were about to strike out against her. Realising she was about to continue talking he put his attention back on her.
"Anyway, from what I remember you will have to pick some stuff up for that school. It should tell you the address. I or Vernon will not waste time going there, even if it wasn't we wouldn't want to anyway."
When aunt Petunia mentioned an address Harry looked at the letter and found nothing so he checked the list. There it was. Charing Cross, London. Harry, with a smile on his face, was happy that he found it, only to slowly lose his smile when he realised that he couldn't get there by himself.
Looking up and seeing his aunt about to walk away he quickly calls out for help. "Aunt Petunia? How am I supposed to get there? Its at least an hour away by car?"
With an irritable huff, she turns back to him."I will speak to Vernon and see about him giving you enough money to get the bus. Don't ask for anything more, you are lucky we are even helping you. But, as long as you keep all of THAT away from us then that is at least a start on you repaying us."
Seeing her walk away again, but much quicker, he realises that's all he was going to get. It was helpful really to be left alone, now he can properly think through everything he has learned today. Thinking about how his parents were from some magic school, how he was going, how there was this whole new world, how he would be able to do things he had only seen in stories. How there was more to what happened with his parents, how someone just left him here with some sort of protection.
Harry must have spent around half an hour thinking everything over when he was disturbed by repeated taps on his window. He looked over and noticed an owl outside his window. Getting up he let the owl in which then promptly flew into the room and sat on his desk.
Harry stood there, just staring at the owl. 'What the hell am I supposed to do with a bloody owl? Why is there even an owl in my room?' Continuing his starting match against the owl, which he was definitely winning, the owl cheated and let out a squawk causing Harry to blink. Looking back at the bird he notices that it was staring towards his bed when he followed his sight he noticed the letter he got.
Guessing the owl was looking at that he reread it and found out why. He had to write a reply. Quickly getting a pen and paper he accepted to being enrolled into Hogwarts. Hoping that it would work he also added how he will have no money to actually buy anything and if someone could accompany him while he shops.
Putting his letter that he had written in a spare envelope he had lying around, he walks up to the owl, unsure as to what he does now. 'Do I just hand it over? What if I just lay it down, will it just pick it up? Yeah, let's go with that.' Laying the letter in front of the owl, he watched it inspect the letter before letting out a soft hoot, picking it up then sodding off out the window.
'That' Harry thought ' was something.' Checking his old watch for the time he realises that it was around 12 in the afternoon. ' I should go downstairs and start lunch before I'm called down'. Walking downstairs then towards the kitchen he can hear the tele in the room, most likely his cousin. Getting the bread and butter along with some fillings he starts to make sandwiches for the others.
Hearing light footsteps and knowing it can only be his aunt, he glances to the side when she appears a bit away from him, most likely making a tea. Carrying on with the sandwiches he hears his aunt talk to him, "I spoke to Vernon, he can leave you enough money to get to Charing-cross and back. Be sure to thank him when you give him his lunch." Finishing up with the last sandwiches he starts plating up and walking about before he gets out the kitchen he gives a quick "yes Aunt Petunia."
Walking into the front room he can see his Dudley with a glazed look on his face, showing as much expression as a dead worm. Following his gaze he sees football playing on the tele. Setting Dudleys sandwich next to him he notices him pick it up and bring it to his mouth without breaking his gaze.
His Aunt walks in with her plate and cup of tea, making her way over to the settee she nods her head towards Vernon before taking a seat. Harry walks over to his Uncle, who is still reading the paper. Gently coughing to gain his attention he holds the plate out for his Uncle to take it.
Vernon looks up to see who disturbed him, noticing Harry, he saw he was about to start shouting before he sees the sandwich. Grunting thanks he takes the plate and starts to eat. "I wanted to thank you for sparing the money for me to get the Charing Cross Uncle." His Uncle finishes off his bite before he answers, staring at the TV. "Whatever, but I don't want anything strange happening in this house. Do you understand? And I expect you to pay me back somehow."
With a "Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry goes back to the kitchen to make a quick drink and grab his sandwich before heading back to his room. After finishing off his food and drink, he picks his book back up and continues to read. Well, he tried to read but his mind was elsewhere. The same thoughts circling around in his brain. 'What will it be like?, What will the people be like?, What's the school like, and the teachers?'
Harry, unfortunately, was unable to stop various thoughts like this running throughout his head. Being brought out of his thoughts of being called to make dinner, he looked at the time to notice that it had been 6 hours. After making dinner, eating it and cleaning the dishes up after he retreated back to his room. He again started thinking, but this time contemplating all the things he has read in stories, wondering if he will be able to do some of them.
This time when he checked the time he noticed that it was 8:30pm he went to have a shower and brush his teeth to get ready for bed. Usually, he stays up a bit later to read, but he has to leave early in the morning to catch the bus for Charing Cross.
Finished with the bathroom, he entered his room in his PJ's and climbed into bed, with a smile on his face and thoughts of all the amazing things he will see the next day.
Waking to his alarm Harry grumbled and turned over, smacking his alarm clock in frustration before pulling the covers over him and trying to go back to sleep. That lasted all about 5 minutes before he remembered that today was the day he was going to Charing-Cross to buy his magical things.
Leaping from the bed Harry ran around his room trying to get all he needed. Changing into his clothes he freshens himself up and makes his way down stairs. Seeing no one else was awake he walked into the kitchen and put some toast in. Looking at the table he sees there is some money with a note, picking up the note he realises that it is the money for him. Pocketing it and turning around he gets his toast, butter it then eats it. washing it down with a drink he scribbles on the note that he is gone.
With his house keys, wallet, list and his coat on him, he walks out the house, locking the door, and making his way down to the bus stop. It is raining which is a bit of a pain in the ass, but he likes the rain so it's okay. Luckily he has had to use the bus before otherwise he would be freaking out about what to say and do, most of all where to actually go.
Getting to the bus stop and hurrying under the cover, he checks his watch to see that he has about 5 minutes until the bus shows up. Closing his eyes and listening to the rain as he waits is really helping to calm him down, he finally noticed as he was walking that his arms and hands kept twitching in excitement and smiling like a bloody looney. Well, he is pretty positive that's what he looks like, he could have sworn he heard an old man say that as he passed him.
Hearing the bus pull up Harry stands up patting his pockets to make sure he got everything, taking out his wallet he steps on and pays the fair getting his to-go and return ticket then taking a random seat at the front.
Pulling out his shopping list he gives a quick skim to see what exactly he will be getting. Reading through the list he couldn't help but enter his resting bitch face. Completely void of anything. Blank. ' A plain pointed hat? Really? Okay what else, three sets of plain work robes, sounds reasonable. But robes? Protective gloves, alright not terrible. Cauldron? probably potions. Winter cloak with silver fastenings? Pretty specific.'
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot, Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
The Power Behind Words by Jeffrey Cambell
Brooms and You by Robert Crowe
Planetary Magic by Tracey Wilde
The Technological World by Mary Curry and Ted Brown
Looking through the list he starts getting increasingly interested as his eyes lower. The variety of new things he will be able to see and do making him jump in excitement. Thinking to himself that he will have to get more books that peak his fancy he looks up out the window to look at the rain as it falls down the glass. Knowing that he still has about an hour until he arrives he leans his head against the window and drifts off into the sights and his thoughts.
Waking to the feel of someone shaking him, he blearily opens his eyes to look around, realising he was on the bus and that the driver had shaken him awake. Standing up and thanking the driver Harry walked out of the bus and took in his surroundings.
Looking up and down the street he looked for where to go. 'I probably should have thought about where I was actually supposed to go one I got here.' Finally noticing the completely black building he looks up for the sign. "The Leaky Cauldron? That has to be it." Muttering under his breath, he shoves his hands in his pockets and makes his way over to the building.
Getting to the other side he notices that the few people who were out were completely ignoring the building, further cementing his conclusion that this was the building.
Opening the door and walking in, he was greeted to unexpected sensations. As soon as he crossed the threshold he felt himself become warm straight away and was quickly drying. Looking around inside he couldn't quite describe what he was looking at. Brightly coloured dressed people taking, drinking, reading, eating. Plates and drinks flying over to tables. Cloths zooming around cleaning up any mess.
At one table he can see small, vicious looking beings furiously looking over papers and barking at each other in what he guessed was their language. Looking at another table, he had to quickly look away as one of the witches on that table was wearing blinding yellow robes. 'How could anyone wake up and consciously choose that?'
The shock was slapped onto his face as he took fact that plenty of others were dressed similarly. Although not as damaging as the yellow, all the colours present were starting to give him a headache. Facing another side of the room he noticed what appeared to be a bar with a large if not friendly looking man behind the counter.
Walking up to it while taking heed to not bump into anyone, he made it safely to the table where his eyes weren't being assaulted. Harry, seeing that the bartender walking over shyly waved to get his attention, feeling extremely nervous about meeting someone magical. The man takes notices and gives a soft smile whilst approaching. "Hello, my name is Tom. Now, what can I do for you young man?" The man's calm voice and unoppressive aura calmed Harry down and he smiled back. "Umm, I was wondering on how to get my school supplies? I saw this place and assumed that it was the right place? I mean it's clearly magical and I didn't see anywhere else outside like this."
Harry stumbled through his questioning, not entirely sure if he will be laughed at for something so stupid. "Ah, a new student eh? Well, no problem let me just get the man down the bar a drink then I will show you where to go, quite easy once you know so don't worry..?" Not sure why he stopped, his eyes widened in realisation when he remembered he didn't introduce himself. "Sorry! I'm Harry by the way."
Chuckling, Tom gave a nod in understanding and walked away to get the drink he mentioned. Seeing him have a quick few words with the customer, he then saw that he walked out and around the bar then wave him over. Stumbling slightly over his feet, he makes his way over and follows Tom to an open door which leads to an outside seating area.
Surprised at not feeling any rain he looks up to see it still raining but seemingly stopping just short of the height of the doors. "Ah, we have some basic wards covering the top, stopping any falling weather coming through, like rain, sleet, snow or hail." Amazed at such a thing Harry could only nod, causing Tom to let out a little laugh.
Coming to the face of a wall, he noticed how this section was different in contrast to the other parts which were decorated with flowers or tables against it. This part instead had a huge double door engraved in the stone, open showing an alley with shops and an imposing building in the distance.
Brought out of his observing by Tom, Who proceeded to take out a stick, 'Must be his wand', and place his wand on a part below one of the handles, which looked like a lock.
Seeing Tom stand back and look at the wall he looked up at him with a questioning look, before Tom could answer Harry felt a subtle shift coming from the wall so he again focuses on that. Instantly he can see the doors in the wall close when fully closed he can see the stone change too wood from top to bottom as if someone spilled paint down it.
The end result was a deep rich dark brown wood with golden handles and accents. The feeling was still there but it felt inviting, a wanting for him to enter.
Looking over at Tom he can see him motioning towards the door, wanting him to open it. Harry walks up to the door, slowly placing his hands on both of the handles. Taking a look back at Tom for reassurance, he gets a friendly smile and encouraging nod in response. Taking a deep breath he pushes.
Closing his ears and wincing from the surprise light and noise that appeared from opening the door. He takes another deep breath and opens his eyes. He stood there for what felt like hours, taking in the amazing sight before him, his eyes glowing from pure wonderment and happiness. He could only just hear Tom giving him welcome before turning back to go to work.
Clean dark grey tiles line the wide street, with a large open area as a crossroads between all the buildings, travelling until it meets an imposing pure white marble building. Turning his gaze to his immediate left he sees all the different shop fronts, the people bustling in and out with bright smiles on their faces, talking to one another as if they were all friends.
Looking further left and having a delicious aroma take a gentle hold by gaining his attention and leading him to a cafe, with tables out front that look as if the legs were made from tree roots, with a smooth wooden surface. Curved chairs surrounding them as if they had been made from tree trunks.
Each table full of satisfied customers talking gently amongst themselves, enjoying the food and company. The whole setting giving off a peaceful, comfortable and Earthly setting.
The shops beside it also caught his attention. From the imagery on the fronts, they were stores for pets, "Magical Menagerie" first the closer to him was "Eeylops Owl Emporium".
To his close right was what looked to be a maze of everything, seeing the name is "Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment" he had no doubt that they sold a lot of stuff, such as, from what he can see, trunks, telescopes, furnishing and a lot of other stuff he doesn't know what is for. Yet. From the looks of people struggling to move around at the enter or exit he decides its probably best to leave until after when its quieted down.
The building next to it was different, it looked orderly, calm and slow. with double two-story windows framing the door, easily showing the numerous bookshelves filled with books. The nameplate above the door saying it was "Flourish and Blotts."
Deciding to move, he starts making his way up to the marble building which has the word " Gringotts Bank" engraved on the stone.
Walking down the street he takes note of the other shops he couldn't see before. On the front right corner is an old looking shop with the name "Olivanders along the top. Looking at the warped windows Harry could see words on some of them, noting how the Olivanders have been making wands since the early 18th century.
Realising he is closer the bank Harry decides to check out the different shops when he leaves. Walking up the steps he sees four armored beings, who have a remarkable resemblance to the few he saw in the Leaky Cauldron.
Hesitantly walking past the four he quickly makes his way through the two massive wooden doors into a grand hall. Swiveling his head around he sees two lines of high-level desks, each lining one side with a singular desk situated in the middle of the end of the hall.
What had to be pure gold chandeliers hang from the ceiling casting their bright lights to every corner of the room. Turning his sight back to his level, he looked at the desk and the beings behind them. Unsure on what to do he slowly walked up to the first one on the left.
Finally standing in front of the desk he could finally get a better look at the one sitting at it. Tough skin covering his face, a hint of sharp pointed teeth hidden behind long, thin lips. A long hooked nose protruding from the middle of his face. Pointed ears framing his head. Long fingers with dangerous nails ending of strong callous hands, connected to thick, muscular looking arms. Its hold, soft on the quill, belying the obvious strength the being holds.
"What do you want wizard?" Emerald eyes snapping up to meet the abyss which was the things eyes, stunning him in apprehension and slight fear. Not fully recollected from his emotions he didn't notice the being scowl, getting impatient. "Well!?" Finally snapped out of his vulnerable state, he swallowed, hoping to moisten his dry throat.
Taking a deep breath, hoping it would get his thoughts in order he composed himself and looked back at his interrogator. "I was wondering how to get the money? I mean the correct currency?" Seeing the being get more agitated, his voice drifted off towards the end, stopping whatever he was going to say next.
"Name?" Not sure if he offended him, which by its gravelly, deep voice, it must be, he answered straight and to the point. "Harry Potter."
For some reason he is unsure of, he got a slightly curious look from him, until it was gone again. "Is that so? Well then Mr. Potter, it is a good thing you arrived today. There is someone who would like a word with you." Seeing him drop down from his chair and, judging by the abrupt drops in height, going down some steps. Standing back and turning to the side of the desk he sees the small being step around and walks down the hall, without a break in step.
Harry quickly catches up, not wanting to be left behind and further annoying the goblin. Easily walking in stride with the being looks down at his now guide. "May I know your name?" The being beside him let out a huff, without breaking stride and with only a glace at him answered " Gorefist, of goblin clan Karn." Not entirely sure why he was told the name of the, now known goblin, clan it was nice to finally put a name towards just what the banker and all the others are.
Approaching a door at the back of the hall Harry noticed two more guards on either side. When himself and Gorefist were a few steps before reaching them, he felt that same shift from earlier, but this felt intrusive as if all his secrets were out in the open. Not that he had any, his life before knowing about all this was pretty boring and bland.
, Unoticed to him, the guards either side of him tightened their hold on the weapons at their side. Seeing that Gorefist stopped, he did as well. As the strange feeling carried on he got a good look at the door he was in front of. The engraving on this set of doors is not as welcoming as the one on the entrance into the alley. Depicted on this was of two gold dragons encrusted with various gems, both standing proud and facing towards the centre on a backboard of white wood.
Next to the torso were two areas of writing, on the left was something he could not guess what the language of, and on the right was in English, thankfully.
"Enter, stranger, but take heed,
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in turn,
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, You have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there."
Now feeling slightly more nervous, and seeing the two guards eyeing him as if he were about to do something, the funny feeling left and the doors opened. Seeing the guards calm down slightly he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Continuing to walk through with the goblin he saw the various paintings of goblins, each one representing their King if the crown was anything to go by. Finally reaching a door the goblin gave two loud knocks then stood back with his hands firmly clasped behind him. Seeing the door open, Gorefist walks in with Harry following. His attention is caught by the desk on the opposite side of the room where another goblin sat.
This goblin looked slightly older but still dangerous. "Harry Potter sir."
turning to look at Gorefist who announced him, all he saw was the door closing behind him.
Looking back to the front and not having any indication of being known, he gingerly walked forward until he was standing between the two chairs situated in front of the desk. "Sit." He did so immediately but make sure to not mess up and make a fool of himself. The goblin in front of him continued writing for about 10 more minutes before he finally turned his attention to Harry.
"So Mr. Potter, I see you have finally arrived. We should have met sooner but your magical guardian thought otherwise. Your guardian has already been informed of you coming here and has been summoned as this is a bit of a unique situation. We will discuss more when he arrives." Seeing the goblin go back to writing Harry just nods, not knowing if the goblin saw or not.
The wait wasn't too bad, he had the whole room to look around at which had some interesting things. The suit of armour in the corner had most of his focus, along with the various weapons adorning the wall such as the swords, axes, spears, halberds, shields. Having never seen any before they were so new to him, and seeing as how in the non-magical world these types of weapons were heavily outdated.
It must have been 20 minutes until he heard the two knocks on the door. Turning around to see who it was, he was slightly surprised to see an old man wearing dark purple suede robes with a long pure white beard and hair. Behind his half-moon glasses he saw the brightest of blue eyes he had ever seen.
Watching the man walk over to his chair he heard his name as it was called out from the goblin behind the desk. "Ah Mr. Dumbledore, thank you for joining us."
End Chapter 1.
OOOOOKAY! So what did you all think? Was it good? Bad? Tell me I want to know what you think. I hope you all enjoyed it and that it wasn't too bad, this is literally my first time doing something like this.
I did put some more information about this story in my profile, nothing to spoil the story just some structure information and possible changes.
Anyway thank you for reading and I hope you look forward to the next and future chapters.
Davie.