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Chapter 1:
October 31, 1981
Thomas Marvolo Riddle, otherwise known as The Dark Lord Voldemort, was absolutely euphoric. His spy in Dumbledore's bird club had given him the location of the prophecy child, a child that would supposedly one day defeat him. He had chosen the youngest Potter twin, Nathaniel Potter, as the most likely competitor to his rule. He had been born within a minute of midnight on July 31, as the seventh month dies. He would kill him before he could become a threat, and his reign would be secure and eternal. Oh, he would kill the elder twin as well, just to tie up loose ends, but it was Nathaniel that would definitely die tonight.
Godric's Hollow was a surprisingly quiet place considering the date, but it was a welcomed gift. He detested children, muggle children in particular. The Potter cottage shimmered into view as he glided down the street. Simultaneously ripping all the existing wards with a burst of ParselMagick and placing anti-travel wards as he passed the Fidelius barrier, Voldemort spied the Potter couple in the sitting room jerk in surprise at the shift and then rush about as they became aware to his presence on their property. The door was a hindrance, and a flick of his wand blasted it off its hinges as he strode through the threshold, footsteps darted off up the stairs and his skin peeler missed the feet by centimeters.
James Potter rushed into the small hallway, firing a trio of curses at the Dark Lord that were blocked with a small silver shield that shimmered into view less than second before the spells would have hit. The defender looked unconcerned though, and a quick sweep of his wand had the two coats on the wooden stand next to him transfigured into vultures that screeched and attacked the invader. A conjured knife followed behind them, hidden in the bird's bulks. Voldemort smirked at the impressive use of magic, most lesser magic users would be hard pressed to counter in such tight quarters, he was no such thing. The birds burst into flame, ash in seconds, the knives behind them encountered a similar flame, twisting into slag as they superheated and then vaporized.
"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort said calmly, his gaze impassive as the Auror dodged the green spell and dived back into the living room, a small but difficult transfiguration had the door-frame blocked by branches, all enchanted to withstand major magical damage…he did not have the patience for this, he would kill him later. Turning to the stairs he frowned as he encountered an odd magical barrier, it was a swirling purple and silver, and looked to be at least an inch thick, it was obviously a ward of some kind, but it's purpose and creation eluded him, then his eyes widened as he saw the glowing sapphire floating just behind the ward, he had not been aware of Lily Potter's apparent prowess in Stone Magic.
Disabling the ward was easy, though it required a good bit of time, most Gem Magic wards were arranged into a knot to make them difficult to break, all you had to do was pull the right ward stream and the whole thing would fall apart, such a hastily erected ward wouldn't have a hard to unravel knot, so it was a simple process. Smirking once more Voldemort stalked into the nursery, his movements cat-like and graceful, he looked like a predator, and tonight he was one. The Potter lady was in front of the two cribs, arms spread and tears glistening in her eyes.
"Please! Take me, don't take my…" The stunner had been silent, he had promised the mudblood to his Death Eaters, she had humiliated most of them after all, and he had not the time to listen to her pleas. Raising his wand to the babies in front of him, who was awake and crying, he channeled he rage and hatred into the spell that had killed thousands. With two words, a flash of green, and a soul tearing pain, Lord Voldemort was gone, his smoldering robes and his bone-white wand were all that remained of the worst Dark Magical Britain had encountered since Morgana.
December 16, 1988
"For the last time Harry, no, you will not be learning any magic until you go to Hogwarts" Lily Potter was beginning to grow tired of the argument she had frequently with her son. He had asked for him and his brother to be taught early almost every day since his eighth birthday and had most probably wanted it to happen since his seventh. The boy was not deterred at his mother's answer, he had a plan today, and he had new information, courtesy of his Godfather-Sirius Black-, who was in full support of the idea.
"But you were taught before Hogwarts! You learned Potions and stuff! Why can't we?" He smirked as his mother paused, and gave his best puppy eyes as she looked down on him, the smirk hidden behind a small pout. Lily sighed, her son was correct, and Nathan would need the extra training as the boy-who-lived eventually, why not start early? Her decision made and ignoring the little voice in her head whispering about how her son was manipulating her. She spoke to Harry again,
"Fine, I'll teach you a little bit of magic, but only things like potions and basic magical theory, okay?" She said gently while giving him a little hug. "We start on Monday, go and tell your brother." Harry ran off after untangling himself from his mother's limbs, disappearing into the garden through the back door, in search of Nathan. Both Lily and James were proud of themselves about there sons, they knew wizards, especially British wizards, was quite a shallow bunch, so most other families would have probably failed completely in the difficult task they had been burdened with. Dumbledore, against their wishes, had announced to the world Nathan's status as the boy-who-lived. It had caused all sorts of trouble with reporters, politicians, and the general public. Most of them didn't even remember that Harry existed, and it had caused more than a few arguments with people when they pushed him out of the way rather roughly to get a look at their 'savior'.
"There was no bias though. The twins had been raised fairly, they had told both Nathan and Harry about the younger twins status-against Dumbledore's wishes again- as soon as they were capable of understanding what it meant(which had incidentally been the two boy's seventh birthday), they had been raised as brother's and best friends, and Harry had made even the ever stoic Remus Lupin laugh with his comment to Nathan about 'why the flashy men like to stalk him.' They hadn't even questioned Harry about his knowledge of what words like stalk meant. It had long confused them but they had learned to almost ignore it years ago.
"Surprisingly, despite being raised all their lives together, the boy's were vastly different. Nathan was the extrovert of the pair, loud, boisterous and an avid flier, he was the spitting image of James, in both personality and looks. Hazel eyes and brown hair, defined cheekbones and large, round, wire-rimmed glasses. He looked like the miniature of his father. Harry though, was the opposite. Were Nathan was rather lazy despite his love of Quidditch, Harry was rather active, always running around and climbing the trees of the forest surrounding their home. Nathan hated books, always staring into space or out of a window whenever Lily forced him to read. Harry though…he adored a good book, especially ones on magic, he was constantly sneaking into the Potter library to steal a few, and if it weren't for the individual tracking charms on them that activated if they left the library she and James wouldn't even know he did it. James, ever the anti-Slytherin, had Harry as a shoo-in for Ravenclaw. But Lily knew better. Nathan would be a Gryffindor, no doubt about it, and probably a Quidditch player(seeker?). Harry, Lily had pegged as a textbook Slytherin. Smart, sneaky and driven, he was a scarily accurate mirror to a young Severus…before the Death Eaters got him. He even looked a little the part. Long dark hair, usually tied into a loose knot at the back of his head. Sharp and clear emerald green eyes, and aristocratic features, Harry looked like the typical pureblood heir, which he technically was.
Searching out her husband, who had arrived home from work with Sirius almost an hour earlier, she began going through a mental check-list of the things she would and wouldn't need for her children's education.
August 2, 1991
"Hurry up Harry! Sirius is almost here!" Nathan called up the stairs to his older brother. He heard a faint reply but nothing legible through the walls and doors. Almost a minute later, Harry walked down the stairs in his dark grey and navy blue robes. They were quite tight on his body, he didn't like the folded and showy robes Nathan liked, preferring to have maneuverability instead of space to hide various prank items. Smirking at his fidgeting twin as he adjusted the knot in hair, Harry inwardly chuckled at his brother's impatience.
"This is why you're no good at potions, Nathan, you have no ability to sit still!" Harry exclaimed jokingly, deliberately poking his brother's metaphorical buttons. Nathan sighed and held his head in his hands as he eyed his brother casually leaning against a wall.
"Of course you would link it back to some magical field or other, but it's not like you're obsessed with it or anything. Besides, I'm obviously allergic to cauldrons."
"Wow," Harry said, gazing at his brother and nodding slightly, "the sarcasm is almost tangible. Well done Nathan! I'm almost impressed. You haven't done that in a long time, not since you ran into that two-meter wide oak tree out in the garden" Nathan glared at his brother, they were interrupted by the arrival of Lily and Sirius, who had arrived through the Floo. James was at work, stuck in an internal affairs case. It was a shame really, today the boys would get there at the boys brightly, Sirius ruffled their hair and brought them into a one-armed hug, one Potter son on each side. They smiled back at him and Nathan, unsurprisingly, asked the question they were waiting for.
"Can we go now?" The other three chuckled at Nathan's question, he scowled playfully at them as he watched them laugh. "Well? Can we?" He continued, smiling slightly now. Sirius let out a short, bark-like laugh and steered Nathan towards the front door. Harry pushing himself off the wall to walk beside his mother, watching Sirius regale Nathan with tales of long ago, which he had probably already heard by the look on Nathan's face, multiple times. It was a short apparition jump to the P.A.P-Public Apparition Point- for Diagon Alley. The alley was quiet, all the shops were open, but it was early and very few people had their letters for Hogwarts yet, the boy's had received theirs on their birthday two days before. A stop at Gringotts and the Family Vault(Harry made sure to steal a few books and put them into his expanded robe pocket) was over quickly and within ten minutes of arriving the three of them had small bags of Galleons ready to be spent on the various magical items around them.
"Wands first," Harry said, already on his way to Ollivander's wandmakers. A small bell above the door tinkled as he entered, his family and godfather exchanging amused looks at his sudden change of mood. He always changed when doing things that required concentration or were important to him, funnily enough, those two things seemed to go hand-in-hand. "Good Morning, Mister Ollivander," Harry said as he sat on the stall sitting in the center of the small room that served as the front of the shop. "How are you today? I'm here to purchase a wand" The other three jumped as Ollivander almost melted out of the wall next to them. Harry didn't even flinch.
"Mr. Potter, yes?" the old man asked, his eyes peering curiously at the young man in his shop. He almost ignored the other occupants but spared them a glance to be polite. Ollivander looked deeper than just physically, and his already large eyes widened rather comically at what he saw. The potential! He had one of the most powerful souls he had ever seen!… and already connected to death? Shaking his head slightly as he recovered from the magicks he had used. Ollivander hobbled over to his counter and picked up a silver tape measure that was lying innocently upon it. "Which is your wand hand?" He asked, clicking his fingers and then hobbling into the back. Harry did not look at all fazed by the suddenly floating tape measure measuring everything from his thigh-gap to the space between his eyebrows.
"Left" Harry called, paying the silver object no mind. Silence met his answer, but Harry knew that the old man had heard him. He returned a few moments later with a small stack of boxes. Placing them on his counter and clicking his fingers again, the tape-measure fell lifelessly to the ground with a soft thud. Opening the box and pulling out a rather intricately carved wand made of a light red wood he gave it to Harry handle first with a small encouraging nod. Taking it carefully Harry tested it in his hand, it didn't feel right. Stating as much to the wandmaker only got him another nod, he wanted to see what would happen. Waving it carefully he waited for something to happen, there was a silence for almost five seconds and then, right when Ollivander reached for it back. It burst into flame, the flames were a bright blue, and oddly enough didn't hurt, but they still shocked Harry enough to drop the wand, staring at it in disbelief. Ollivander just hummed disappointedly and waved his hand dismissively at the boxes he had gathered already. They dutifully followed him into the back room.
When he returned, almost a full five minutes later. It was Sirius that voiced the question that was troubling them so.
"Um…not to be a bother or anything but err…, what just happened?"
Ollivander looked up from a grey wand he was debating in handing over to the young wizard. His reply was almost dismissive, but his voice was clear and full of its usual mysteriousness.
"Mr. Potter here will need a dual wooded or cored wand, to compensate for his potential."
"What?" Nathan said, confused. Ollivander continued,
"You know I say that the wand chooses the wizard?" Nathan nodded, still not understanding. "That is not entirely true, it is the wand's magic that chooses the wizard. That magic is also semi-sentient, so if a wand senses a match that will eventually destroy the wand and the caster? Then the wand will 'kill' itself, as you say with that cherry wand." Lily and Sirius seemed to understand some of what was said, though only Harry seemed to catch on completely. He cut in over any of the of the questions forming from Nathan.
"So the wand 'saw' that I would, at some point in my life, perform a piece of Magic that would kill me if I had that wand, so it destroyed itself to stop that from happening?" Harry queried at the aged wandmaker. Ollivander nodded and a spark of something appeared in his eye, as he studied the boy in front of him differently to before. In Ollivander's own head, he made sure to pen a letter to his Alma mater soon, this boy was one to look out for. If he was eventually accepted, he would be the first British recruitment since Alastor Moody almost ninety years ago.
"Correct Mr. Potter, well done", clapping his hands together, Ollivander thrust another wand into his hand. "Now to get around this you will need a more powerful wand, one that is less likely to burn out, so wandmakers won't use a normal core, such as unicorn tail hair or a more exotic core, like Kraken slime. Ritual-enhanced cores will augment a wand, allowing it to make better matches, at the expense of money and the time it takes to find the match." Ollivander paused, and then turned to the onlookers, "This may take a while, maybe even a few hours, if you wish you my come back later, maybe collect the rest of young Harry's school things?" Nathan seemed to be about to protest, but Sirius, understanding the situation, nodded and grabbed him by the elbow. Lily followed them out, smiling at Harry as she left. Harry gave a small smile back at her.
"Now Mr. Potter, let's get down to business! What I didn't tell you is that we also use more than one wood as well, one for the handle, and one for the wand shaft. The cores will magically connect the two you see, so they become one and the same, but different, do you understand?" Harry nodded, mulling over what he had been told.
"Do you mean like a split personality?" he asked, thinking on the muggle disease and the similarities between what they were talking about. Ollivander positively beamed at him. His crooked but still amazingly white teeth twinkling at him along with his eyes.
"Almost Mr. Potter, almost. That is what we get amateur wandmakers to compare it to, but when you get more in depth it is vastly more complicated. The major difference is this, with split personality disorder the patient can change on a dime. One second being sad, the next, happy yes?" Harry nodded. "With wands that change depends on the wand and the differences between the woods, cores, and aspects of magic. Without an absolutely exceptional wand, one that is part of you, assimilated with your magic, soul, and mind, then the change can take minutes, even hours in some cases. You can't cast an Avada Kedavra and then reattach a leg in the same minute. Not unless you have an assimilated wand, which of course, all the best wizards have."
They talked for almost two hours. Going over wandlore, the capabilities of assimilated wands and some of their owners, and even ways to get around the drawbacks of dual-core wands. You could speed up the switch by going through the scale of magic, of course, magic didn't have a scale, but it's various fields had a spectrum, with 'Dark Arts' like Necromancy and torture magicks on one end, and healing magicks, nature magicks and Animancy on the other. By cycling through the spectrum between, things like transfiguration, charms and disguise magic, you could adjust the wand in little bits, which was infinitely easier and the time it would take for the magical shift in the wand to occur was reduced drastically. Harry made sure to thank 'Garrick'(as he insisted on being called it). Their conversation ended when a 14 1/2 inch Elder shaft/Acacia handle wand with a powdered basilisk scale core that was suspended in freely given Nundu blood. It was apparently good with most all kinds of magic, especially large scale Death Magicks, a side effect of the cores and Elder wood. It was a good wand and matched well, but would never be an assimilated one, unfortunately, according to Garrick, a wizard or witch could get close enough to it that a wand would never burn out, but it would never be enough to become a truly great Magical. Garrick also said that if he wanted a truly assimilated wand, which he suspected that Harry would need in his future(though he didn't say why), he would have to make a wand for himself, and only himself. He had also said that in a few years he would be willing to teach him to do just that. Harry was positively delighted at the news and had promised to visit every time he was in the alley and gift him some magical substances that could be used as cores, they had gone over dozens in their talk whilst trying wands, so he knew plenty of them.
Harry was in the potions store now, not five minutes after almost skipping out of the wandmakers shop, in his usual seriousness when he was magical shopping. Ingredient shopping was a sometimes dangerous affair, he had to examine their quality, weigh them and then check them again to make sure they were good enough, he was also extremely meticulous in his work, checking all sides of the ingredients in question, and using a glass bowl for the ones he couldn't, whether that be because they were poisonous, still alive or just plain nasty, potions was not a pretty, or particularly clean subject of magic, but Harry loved it. His brother? Not so much. Nathan just got squeamish when Harry handled the more disgusting ingredients with his mother. Deeming the pixie eyes satisfactory, he turned to the third item on his list of almost a hundred ingredients. The next thing was powdered dragon scale claws, specifically those from a Peruvian Vipertooth, quite expensive, and quite rare, luckily both in supply and demand, and he only needed 10 grams, easy enough. He set to work.
By the time he finished the list it was almost lunchtime, so he wandered the alley looking for those he had arrived with, picking up a few wares along the way. He found them outside the Magical Menagerie, looking at the owls in the windows. Nathan seemed to be particularly entranced by a beautiful snowy perched alone on the top shelf. Harry smiled, a bond was forming already and he hadn't even touched her(her? Harry assumed it was a she)yet. Saying high to Sirius as he gently pushed Nathan into the store and towards the owl he was searching for. Once he was safe with a clerk, Harry turned to the store at large himself. He could sense something around him, it tingled on the very edge of his senses, tickled at the edge of his mind. Harry followed its pull to the back of the store, where the more exotic creatures were kept. A chimpanzee picked at its ear as he walked past, and a Dudo bird(the magical cousin of the Dodo) croaked at him. The pull was the strongest at a small pedestal, hidden in the corner by the shadow of a leopard cage. On it sat a single green pillow, and nestled safely on top sat an egg. It was pitch black, with small flecks of red and green scattered across its inky surface like stars. It was entrancing sight, and as Harry picked it up he could have sworn it vibrated in his palm. It was about the size of a grapefruit, and very smooth, though there seemed to be very small ridges running in layers from top to bottom. It was also quite warm, and Harry assumed that the creature within was connected to flame or heat in some way.
The arrival of Sirius was surprising, and Harry almost dropped the egg in shock. He recovered quickly and tightened his hold on it. He would be leaving with it today, of that he was sure, he had a connection to it he couldn't completely explain.
"Don't do that!" Harry hissed, glaring at his Godfather as he cradled the egg in his arms. Sirius just laughed harder. "It wouldn't be nice if your familiar died before you even met them would it Padfoot?" This made Sirius pause, he had a familiar himself, an owl called Erebus that he had acquired just after Harry had been born, Sirius had rescued it from some poachers, it was magical , and probably smarter than Sirius himself, which wasn't hard…but for an owl it was mighty impressive. Harry knew the familiar shot was a low blow, and he would probably be pranked to insanity for it, but he didn't care. The bond hadn't even finished beginning to form and he was already drawn to protect it, he and his new friend would be very close, he could already tell. Sirius was smiling again, realizing why Harry had said such a mean thing when he saw the black egg in his hands. No longer laughing though, he guided Harry to the till, after paying a hefty sum of almost one hundred and fifty Galleons, they left the shop an egg heavier than when they entered. Nathan was already waiting with Lily and the snowy owl, newly christened as Hedwig. The four shoppers ate lunch at the Leaky Cauldron and then went to Ollivander's again to purchase Nathan's wand. Harry greeted Garrick brightly, showing him his new egg, and explaining how he acquired it. Ollivander was rightly intrigued and requested a shell shard for study when it eventually hatched. Harry agreed readily and stepped aside as Ollivander began his work, watching curiously. It was relatively quick, Nathan was matched within fifteen minutes to a Holly wood wand, 11 3/4 inches, with a phoenix feather core. It was apparently the brother wand of Voldemort's, and a quick question from Harry distracted everyone as they witnessed a full, in-depth discussion into wandlore and twin wands. It was a short conversation, maybe ten minutes long, but still confused the hell out of even Lily, who had dabbled very briefly into Wandlore in her fifth year, but was discouraged when she found she didn't have the knack for it, her son did not have same issues apparently.
The trip home was uneventful, and James was waiting for them when they returned, he immediately asked them how it went, and they reported on the surprising lack of press interference, considering the length of time they had been at the Alley. They also reported on their new pets-familiars, Harry had reminded Nathan when he used the term-and their wands. Harry omitted the dual-core aspect of his wand, but proudly showed off his wand of two kinds of wood. They split off to their rooms after that to drop their purchases off, Harry taking his ingredients to his small personal lab, which was really just a spare bedroom across from Harry's that had been transfigured and enchanted by Remus and Lily. After that was completed and they were all labeled and stored, Harry stashed his new clothes and school robes in his wardrobe. With his egg on a folded throw and his new wand next to it, Harry almost passed out on the bed, it had been a tiring day, even without all the talk on wandlore, magical theory, and familiars.
September 1st, 1991
The last month had been tough and had gone extremely fast for the two Potter twins. James and Sirius had decided that because they now had wands they were becoming 'men'. This meant getting up at six o'clock every morning, then running just inside the wards of the property ten times-which wasn't a short distance- and then doing 50 lengths in the Potter manor swimming pool. It had started out as a prank by the two men, occasionally joined by Remus, who took a great delight in changing the ground just slightly as they were running, Nathan spent almost as much time on the floor as jogging, but Harry seemed to have an innate ability to know where the ground was different. To counter this Remus took to changing the ground as Harry ran along, it was more successful, but not unbeatable. Surprisingly, when it had eventually stopped, the two boys had continued doing the exercise, Harry because he found it relaxing and the running seemed to make his mind work more cleanly. Nathan liked it because of the small muscles forming and his sky-rocketing quidditch abilities, especially as a seeker. Harry had even approached Remus about continuing the dodging exercise when Nathan wasn't around usually, but he did occasionally join in.
There Magical training had increased dramatically as well. With there wands now available they could advance into the wand magicks. Transfiguration was by far Harry's favorite, and Nathan liked Charms the most because he just couldn't seem to get the level of detail Harry could achieve in his Transfiguration. Daniels charms were better than Harry's initially, but Harry practiced more, a lot more. Almost every day he was practicing some form of magic, and he had been gifted a book from his father last night. It detailed a mind art called Occlumency, 'the art of opaque thought' -a strange name for it but Harry attributed it to dumb wizards. It would gift him immense recall capabilities, basic mental shields, and the capacity to be a Legillimens, a very useful art that would let him read the emotions, intentions and surface thoughts of other humanoids. His brother had been gifted a copy of the same book but was working through it a more sedate pace. Harry was already halfway through his, though it was not a particularly large tome, the subject more than made up for it in its complexity.
They would be off to Hogwarts in almost two hours, and by this time the next day, they would be learning the main routes of the ancient castle. Harry didn't know what house he would be in but suspected Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Nathan would definitely be a Gryffindor, that was obvious to anyone who spent more than a minute with him. He would also have a lot of friends or at least a large circle. As the boy-who-lived people would flock to him, very sheep-like if you asked Harry, but he wouldn't complain. Harry himself expected to have two or three very good friends, he wasn't comfortable with very large crowds, as he was a naturally sneaky person, and he suspected very few people would truly respect that trait. It was no matter to Harry, he would find friends who did.
Hearing his mother call him from the base of the stairs, Harry packed the last of his books into his trunk, it only had three compartments, one would hold his clothes, the other his potions ingredients for personal experimentation and notebooks for the subject, the third held his Occlumency book and egg, safely kept in a small box that was conveniently detachable from the rest of the trunk and able to be carried around on its own, the enchantments needed to do it hadn't been easy, or cheap, but Harry felt it was well worth it. Putting his wand into the holster on his arm, he double checked everything and after finding everything accounted for, including his bracelet, which the trunk could attach to when shrunk. It looked like a stone very similar to his egg, which he had taken to experts and had examined. They had estimated it would hatch around Christmas, possibly on the winter solstice. Harry was excited about the hatching, he had never witnessed one before. Remus would oversee it with him, as their local magical creature expert. Remus was looking forward to it as well, he wasn't around a lot, what with his Lycanthropy and lack of employment. He was currently working in Japan, with one of the werewolf packs there, they were building some shelter for a magical storm front that was due to hit the east coast in just over a month, he would be home for Christmas though, which was fine with him.
Putting his hair into a quick bun behind his head, he tightened the string of leather round its base and let the few loose strings fall. They tickled his chin lightly as he descended the stairs. His mother smiled at him as he arrived, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for his brother. He arrived almost a minute later, a mess of tangled robes, books, and other items as he stumbled into the room dragging his trunk behind him. Harry rolled his eyes and strode forward, opening the untidy trunk with a grimace and drawing his wand,
"Pack!" Instantly, the mess righted itself and it was packed neatly in ordered rows and small piles. Nathan grinned at his brother in thanks, he still hadn't been able to work that charm out yet, despite his natural skill in the subject. Harry closed the lid and tapped it lightly with his wand, it began to shrink rapidly and within a minute the trunk was now the size of a matchbox, and weighed the same as one too. Nathan pocketed the shrunk trunk with a grin, and Lily watched with a fond smile as her two sons interacted. Yes, she and James had done right by these two.
"Come on Harry, Nathan. Time to go" She said, gripping them both by the shoulder and side-along apparating them, she had latched onto James' magical signal as she jumped, so she appeared right beside him on the platform. He started at the sudden noise but was otherwise fine. Turning to his wife and children, James let a large smile form on his face. Squatting down in front of his eldest son, James motioned his head to the second Potter child, who was staring around in wonder at the large muggle train station.
"Look after him would you?" he said, still smiling. "I have something for you, and I know you won't get it confiscated." From the sleeve of his robes, he pulled out a silvery, flowing cloak. Passing it to Harry, who stuffed it down the front of his robes before anyone saw it, he stood up again suddenly and placed his large hand on his son's shoulder. "Now, I want pranks, good grades and angry letters from certain Heads of Slytherin house." He was interrupted by a cuff on the back of his head from his wife, who had been eavesdropping on the quiet moment between father and son. She talked over him as he went to talk again,
"No pranks, no letters, and the best grades in your year, do you understand?" she said it sternly, but all three Potters-Nathan was now paying attention- could see the amusement in her green eyes. Nodding dutifully at her, Harry turned to his brother, he couldn't resist making a little jab.
"Hear that Nathan? Mum thinks I'm the smart one!" Nathan's mouth opened slightly in shock, before he scowled and replied,
"Yeah, well I'm the cool one…and the handsome one!" They were cut short by a voice behind them,
"Debatable Nathan, Harry bears a strikingly similar resemblance to me after all" Harry whipped around and smiled widely.
"Uncle Padfoot!" Harry ran and hugged his godfather, Nathan close behind him. They hadn't seen Sirius since their trip to Diagon Alley, he had been busy with work, the Wizengamot, and his new Lordship. The House of Black's Paterfamilias, Arcturus Black III, had died earlier that year. Sirius, as the sole male to hold the name Black left alive, had taken the position, needless to say, it had kept him occupied.
"How are my godson and his twin doing this morning? Looking forward to a rather boring eight-hour train ride? Or dreading it?" The declaration was finished with a fond ruffle of the boy's hair as they detached themselves from his waist. Harry spoke up first,
"Must we use the train? I mean, we can almost instantaneously travel across the country! Why not just apparate there?" James chuckled at his son's question,
"And what about all the Muggle-born? What will they do?" Nathan piped up then,
"They can get Portkeys! Send them with the acceptance letters! " James, who was about to retort, shut his mouth, Sirius chuckled and slapped a hand on his friend's shoulder,
"He's got you there James, I think you should just shut up before they embarrass you even more." James just grumbled. Sirius continued,
"How about a compromise? Harry, you get top marks, annoy a certain Snape as much as humanly possible and Nathan, you get second best marks, and more pranks than Molly and Arthur's twins combined have performed. Is that acceptable?" They all nodded, Lily albeit grudgingly, "Good. Next order of business is the train leaves in like ten minutes, and you two want to get a seat."
Quick goodbyes were said, and after a few hugs and a couple words of advice, both Potter twins were on the train and seated in a compartment together. Harry reading his Occlumency book and Nathan trying to take a quick nap before the train left. It was a quiet cabin when the train left platform nine and three-quarters at eleven O-clock.
Not five minutes later, Ronald Weasley arrived.
Updates will be when I can get them out, but should hopefully be semi-consistent
I have plans to go into magical culture and society a long way, there will be OC, new magic and a shit ton of magical theory. I like stories that explain the ways the main character gets super OP, so I'll do it. The full story is planned to be two, maybe three separate 'fics', but that's a long way off. I'll also be using cliches and things, just because I can't avoid it so I'm not gonna try.
If you don't like my writing, or my grammar, or my style, or my ideas, or are just a dick who likes complaining about normal people not being as good as some of the best writers they've ever seen, don't read it, it's quite simple.
I will also try to keep AN to a minimum.
Bye.