Life Is Like A Rollercoaster

by Pirates VS Ninjas

Harrison Gibbs Granger, or as he likes to be called H.G has lived a good life since he was adopted, he has a smart older sister, loving parents, good grades, and magic. But his life gets turned into a rollercoster when his ex-parents turn up and now a madman is out for his blood. Oh and did he mention that a blonde boy that wont stop staring at him!FullSumInsideAU!WrongBoyWhoLived

1. HG Granger

Life Is Like A Rollercoaster.

Full Sum:

H.G's life was always a steady ride, but soon it's turned into a rollercoaster when out of the blue his real parents turn up, he along with his family will have to move from America to England, a psychopathic madman is after him, and a certain pureblood blonde won't stop staring at him! You better hold on Harrison Gibbs Granger, because your rollercoaster is taking a few twists and spins.

WARNINGS:

Wrong-Boy-Who-Lived
Twin Potters
Alive Potter Parents
Swearing
Battling
Blood
Slash (Meaning Male/Male)
Different and independent Harry (Harrison)
Different Hermione Different
and little bit smarter Ron
Potter Bashing
and maybe others
And other things

Pairings:

James/Lily

Mark (Mr. Granger)/Jean (Mrs. Granger)

Ron/Hermione

Draco/Harry (Harrison)

Sirius/Remus

Maybe Others…

I DO NOT own H.P; I do however own this F.F plot :D

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Chapter 1: H.G Granger

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"Are you okay?" asked a soft child's voice as the doorway to the cupboard under the stairs opened up. He shielded his eyes as the light from out there enter the small closed space. He sniffled a few times and backed away into the cupboard as he noticed a young girl around his age, one he had never seen before, stood at the doorway.

"Why are you crying?" she asked in concern as she moved a bit closer, he bit his bottom lip but didn't say a word to the girl. He then watched as she moved into the cupboard all the way and slowly close the door, the light from the outside began to disappear as she got onto her knees and he finally spoke "W-Who are you? Why are you here?"

Even though the light was very dim in the cupboard, he could see the young girl, who had bushy brown hair, smile softly and said "My name is Hermione. Hermione Granger and I'm here because my parents and I want to have a little brother…"

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"Harrison Gibbs Granger! Wake up, it's the last day of school and I will not allow you to miss it!" yelled a voice as the door to his room was burst open, the owner of the voice was a young pretty woman, she had long brown hair that curved nicely down her back, she also had light brown eyes, her skin was a nice cream color, her body was on the small side but nicely made, curves in all the right places. She was currently yelling at the young man who jerked up from her yell and as the lights in his room turned on.

"Mione!" the young man yelled back while he rubbed both of his eyes with a hand as he tried to get used to the light in his room, the young man yawned before saying very annoyed "Mione why'd you wake me up? I was having a great dream."

Hermione Jean Granger, nicknamed Mione, raised an eyebrow at her little brother and said as she crossed her arms "As I said before Harrison, it's the last day of school and I will not allow you to miss it. And for the last time, stop calling me that." Her eyes narrowed as she stared down Harrison as he rose from his bed, as if daring him to say he was going to miss it or daring to call her that name.

Harrison Gibbs Granger, was a young man with raven black hair that went pass his shoulders and hugged his face neatly but at the same time it was wild, it always had a look of 'just kissed and sexed up' way to it or at least that's what most of the students at their school liked to call his look, it was long enough to reach his shoulders. His skin was a beautiful peach color and he was a bit on the short side for a guy but was as tall as his sister. But the thing that most people remember about Harrison was his eyes, the color it held would make people stop and gasp, a beautiful emerald green that seemed to glow and shine whenever the boy was happy.

He then pouted out soft pink lips as he whined out "Mione, how many times have I told you to stop calling me Harrison. You're not a teacher you're my sister and you call me what everyone else calls me, H.G!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at her brother said a bit annoyed "Harrison, I will never understand why you made up those nicknames nor will I properly ever will but come on and hurry up. Mom and dad are waiting with breakfast, mom has three appointments and dad has a root canal today so we need to hurry up so they can drop us off at the Station and so we can Floo to school as soon as possible. Or do you want to walk alone again to the Station and nearly be late to school?"

H.G rolled his eyes this time and said finally admitting defeat "Okay, okay, I'm getting up…" Hermione smirked at him before turning around and leaving his room. H.G pouted as his sister left but sighed soon enough and got ready to go downstairs. As he quickly got ready and dressed, H.G finished tieing his hair into a ponytail and putting his contacts in his eyes as he stood in front of the mirror in his room, he blinked a few times to adjust the contacts into place, he had paused for a moment and smiled at his reflection. H.G liked being able to see without the aid of glasses, he had asked his parents if he could get contacts during his third year due to the fact he was on the soccer team and didn't want them to keep falling off whenever he ran across the field. His smiled faultered though when he remembered those old round glasses he hardly never wore anymore and what they made him remember. Those glasses reminded him of when he was that naive little boy from a long time ago.

It had been years since the day he became Harrison Gibbs Granger, he wasn't always a Granger. No he once was a Potter believe it or not; his name was once Harry James Potter and he once lived in an orphanage until he was seven and was adopted by the Grangers, he had been left there by his real parents when he had turned two. Harry did not remember his biological parents at all, and perhaps, in his opinion, it was for the best.

H.G did not like the Potters, not one bit.

At first when he was little he believed his parents were poor so they couldn't take care of him, and that was why they gave him up to a Muggle Orphanage or they both died but loved no matter what. Though those thoughts of his real family somewhere out there didn't stop him from wanting to become a part of someone's family, and one day he meet the Grangers. They came to make Hermione an older sister of a little brother, turns out his soon to be mother had trouble after having Hermione and it caused to no longer be able to bare children, and were going to look at the babies when Hermione had walked away because she felt something calling her and then overheard H.G crying under the Orphanages staircase cupboard after a few of the older kids messed with him again and called him a freak because strange things always happened around him.

Hermione had joined him in the cupboard and softly asked if he was alright, and why was he crying. H.G didn't know if he could trust her but soon asked her what her name was and why she was there, she told him she was there because she and her family wanted a little brother. After a bit, Hermione asked him again and this time H.G told her.

When he was done he could see Hermione understood what it like, turns out Hermione was teased at her own school because she was a know-it-all and the same weird things happened around her. They talked forever in the cupboard under the stairs but stopped when Hermione's parents and the really nice caretaker of the Orphanage were looking for her in panic. They both emerged out of the cupboard and Hermione was instantly hugged attacked by their parents before they scowled her a bit for wondering off like that. The caretaker was bit surprised to see both him and Hermione together but she didn't ask when she had noticed he had been crying again and knew why.

As soon as their parents were done scowling her, they asked her who her friend was. Hermione had grinned the widest grin she had ever done in her life, and before anyone could say anything, Hermione proudly proclaimed "His name is Harry and he's going to be my little brother!"

Hermione was dead set on having him as her little brother despite his protest in the beginning of it all. Hermione's and his parents tried to see if she was sure and she was. Both his parents were unsure at first at having a seven year old boy and not a baby like they planned, but after spending time with H.G they fell in love with him and vice versa. He was always such a unique boy, even back then; he was kind, sweet, shy, soft-spoken, and bright child.

After his adoption, and with him and his family moving to America a year later after Hermione's and now H.G's bully problems especially with a boy named Dudley who always called them freaks got way out of hand, H.G believed one day he was going to go back to England and find his real parents or at least find out what happened to them, so to honor them he kept the name the Orphanage told him was written on the letter only it was Harry James Potter-Granger. He loved both his real and adopted parents.

Then everything he believed and made up since he was little came crashing down when he found out the truth.

It started a few days before his eleventh birthday, a woman in her forties who was dressed like a business lady came to their home, just by looking at her it was easy to tell she was a teacher and something more than just that, both Hermione and H.G could sense it. His mom and dad were stunned by the woman and was confused when she asked if she could come in, at first they didn't want to let her in but both him and Hermione told them to let her in, saying she could be trusted and that she was a good person. Their parents allowed it because they knew that their kids was good with their 'feelings' as they liked to call it.

After the woman entered, she asked if everyone who lived in the house could be placed in the living room for a private conversion. They did as they were asked and all of them sat down in the living room, after a few seconds of silence, his mother had asked her what was going on and who was she.

She said her name was Elisa Ailith, and she was the Headmistress of a very 'private' school for gifted children who had came to invite both Hermione and H.G to attend it. At first none of the Grangers understand why Mrs. Ailith was telling them these but thought maybe it was because of Hermione's smarts though they weren't sure on why their son was also being invited, his grades were only a slightly above average for a kid his age and that was only after Hermione would tutor him, so it confused them a bit.

When they asked why, Mrs. Ailith said that both Hermione and H.G were more than just normal children; she said they were magical and that Hermione was a Witch, while H.G was a Wizard. She then took out a strange stick, which later they learned was a wand, from her business suit pocket and waved it over their table, and then to their amazement they all watched as two letters suddenly appeared onto the table.

After being told that she explained that there was a hidden magical world where they will learn magic at the Morgan's and Merlin's School for Witches and Wizards or also known as a very private and hard to get into school called Maryellen's School for Gifted Children in the Muggle World.

To say the least the Grangers were stunned, amazed, and then everything clicked for them, it made sense now, how both H.G and Hermione were always doing strange things since they could remember.

After talking to the Headmistress more they discovered that in four days a teacher from the school was going to come and show them a way to the nearest Magical Shop, where they will go by Floo to Celestial Alley, a magical alley that would have their school items. The Headmistress told them the letters she will be giving them will have the day the school starts, where to go so they could Floo to the school, and the certain rules of the Magical World along with book suggestions for their parents to read in order to understand their world better and then she disappeared with a pop scaring their parents but at the same time amazing Hemione and H.G.

True to her word, a man by the name of Nathan Weatherstone, who turned out to be their Charms teacher of their new school, came a few days later and had escorted them to the nearest Magical Shop, which happened to be disguised as a small bookstore in their town. There he explained what Floo travel was and told them that it would be best if they all went together for the first time so they could understand it more.

H.G from that day on, did not like Floo in fact he hated it, no matter how many times he tried to get used to it he always fell onto his face when the spinning stopped. His sister always got a laugh out of it while his parents were always amused by it.

Mr. Weatherstone took them directly to Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank that was run by Goblins. The Grangers were stunned by the strange but beautiful bank and had walked close by Mr. Weatherstone as they entered it. Upon entering, a Goblin by the name of Rowrick, came up to them and asked if he may be of help to them.

Mr. Weatherstone had nodded and said that both were Muggle-Born's but one of them was adopted and were just starting school that year, so they needed to go to the school's trust vault, and that they both needed to take a heritage test. Rowrick had nodded and quickly went to get the order ready, the Grangers were confused on the fact of a heritage test but Mr. Weatherstone soon explained when he noticed their questioning looks.

"It's part of our laws, sometimes Muggle-Born's aren't really Muggle-Born's but descendants from Squib lines, Squibs are people who are born in a magical family but doesn't have magic so they are either cast out of their families or given up, it's rare for it to happen in America but the Headmistress informed me that your family came from England a few years ago and that Harry isn't your real son, so we're going to have to do two tests on them. Squibs are quite common over there in England because most purebloods marry too close into their family line in order to keep their lines 'pure' and because they do that it will cause a genetic mutation within their children thus creating a Squib. What a lot of England Purebloods don't know is that you need new blood in order to keep the magic strong." He had used air quotes for the word 'Pure' and rolled his eyes before he kept going.

"I'm Half-Blood you see, Pureblood English mom, Muggle American dad, she used to tell me all the stuff her ex-family would try to drill all of their ways into her head until she couldn't take it anymore, so after turning of age she left her family and never returned to England. Now as I was saying before, most English Purebloods kick out Squibs when either they don't show signs of magic at all or when they don't get a schools letter when they turn eleven. Over time Squibs will marry different people outside their blood, forget where they came from, or just not tell their own children of the Magical World, sometimes the magic within the children is still hidden because of how much inbreeding their family line once was and it could take years before the coated magic is pushed back up. Over time their once Pureblood family name is forgotten and they are classified as Muggle-Borns when magic does return to their blood. Sometimes, really rarely, a Squib or a descendent could be the last of their Pureblood family and not know it, leaving an entire vault with gold and unclaimed rare items in it." He stopped for a moment and stared at the Grangers who seemed to taking in the info.

"Most Purebloods in England are very prejudice against Muggle-Borns, Half-Bloods, and even against their own kind that they call Blood-Traitors because they like and don't Muggle-Borns, and Half-Bloods. Their Ministry Of Magic I heard is mostly run by prejudice Purebloods and hardly any, if not none, good laws for Muggle-Borns and Half-Bloods are passed. Unlike England though, America doesn't really care much about your blood, it's what you do that makes you really important. Now because of the whole Squib deal in England, America decided to pass a Heritage Law, stating that all Muggle-Borns and Half-Bloods are to take the test just to make sure. As for the trust vaults I mentioned earlier. Each new student to our school, doesn't matter what blood you have, is given enough money for school supplies, and a little bit for extra things for their first year like books or candy, but if they come from a Magical family with money they are not allowed to take money out next seven years, the only time we allow Magical families the money is if the family is in hard times with either money or jobs. Thus another reason for the Heritage test, why waste good money on those that might have unclaimed vaults when those that can't afforded school things are left to suffer…" He finished explaining just in time for the Goblin to return and take them down to the vaults.

Upon going down, H.G had loved the carts but his family didn't seem to like them as much as he did, they quickly collected just enough money for their school stuff which excited both Hermione and H.G. They then rode the carts down to the Heritage Room as Mr. Weatherstone called it, it was a pretty big room with a large tapestry on the wall, and something that looked like a birdbath statue in the middle of the room.

Inside there was a woman standing over the statue and was pouring strange and different colored bottles into it. When she had seen them she smiled and welcomed them into the room, she told them she was the Potions Mistress that would be brewing the Heritage Potion for them. She explained to them that when it's done, info from all Ministry of Magic's and governments from around the world is fed to Gringotts so they can pinpoint all the facts of living relatives, adoptions, siblings, etc, and that all of it will appear on the tapestry on the wall.

It took a while but she was able to finish it, it awed H.G greatly at the how it worked. She told both Hermione and H.G she was going to have to add their blood by pricking their fingers just a tad bit, she said to them to think of it was a shot from the doctor only less painfu and not on their armsl. Hermione, bravely took it first, and what they found out was that Hermione wasn't a real Muggle-Born, turns out she was a descendent two pureblood families from her father's side, an important Pureblood family from England and another that was a smaller not well known Pureblood family whose last name was in fact Granger and had lived in Germany before they moved to England during the World Wars. Because of that Hermione was then classified as a Half-Blood. She was told to claim both unclaimed vaults because it also showed that she was only magical heir to them.

Then it was H.G turn, he grew so excited to learn of whom his biological parents were and he was nearly bouncing off the walls when he walked over. He allowed his hand to be pricked and watched his blood drop into the statue. He then turned to watch the tapestry where the names would appear on.

The names that showed up made those of the Wizarding World gasp and those that didn't, had watch as a small boys hopes and dreams come crashing down.

Harry James Potter-Granger (Muggle Adoption, Pureblood, mistaken Half-Blood Squib, Given up by both parents)

Father: Lord, James Charles Potter -Pureblood-

Mother: Lady, Lily Rosemary Potter (Nee Evans) -Pureblood, mistaken Muggle-Born-

Siblings: Frist Born, Twin Brother- Young Master, Henry Sirius Potter -Pureblood, mistaken Half-Blood-

Godfather: Lord, Sirius Orion Black -Pureblood-

Godmother: Lady, Alice Annabel Longbottom (Nee Prewett) -Pureblood-

Grandfather (Father Side): Lord, Charles Robert Potter –Pureblood- Deceased

Grandmother (Father Side): Lady, Dorea Bella Potter (Nee Black) –Pureblood- Deceased

Grandfather (Mother Side): Nickolas Aster Evans –Pureblood Squib, mistaken Muggle- Deceased

Grandmother (Mother Side): Rosemary Jasmine Evans (Nee Walter/Grindelwald) –Pureblood Squib, mistaken Muggle, adopted by Muggles- Deceased

Great-Grandfather (Mother Side): Ex-Lord, Gellert Ludwig Grindelwald –Pureblood- Exiled, imprisoned.

Great-Grandmother (Mother Side): Lady, Elaine Igraine Le Fay –Pureblood- Deceased

Aunt (Mother Side): Petunia Violet Dursley (Nee Evans) –Pureblood Squib, mistaken Muggle-

Uncle (Mother Side): Vernon Tomas Dursley –Muggle-

Cousin (Mother Side): Dudley David Dursley –Half-Blood Squib-

Adopted Family:

Father: Mark Harris Granger -Pureblood Squib, mistaken Muggle-

Mother: Jean Samantha Granger (Nee Anderson) -Muggle-

Siblings: Young Mistress, Hermione Jean Granger -Half-Blood-

Grandfather (Father Side): Roger Gibbs Granger –Pureblood Squib, mistaken Muggle- Deceased

Grandmother (Father Side): Sarah Elizabeth Granger (Nee Raven) –Pureblood Squib, mistaken Muggle- Deceased

Grandfather (Mother Side): Ethan Tim Anderson –Muggle-

Grandmother (Mother Side): Maria Bertha Anderson (Nee Williams) –Muggle-

Vaults:

Potter Vault –Father side, English Pureblood- (Heir Henry Potter (Chosen). Second Heir Harry Potter (Denied). Claimed by Lord, James Potter)

Gryffindor Vault –Father side, English Pureblood- (Heir Henry Potter (Chosen). Second Heir Harry Potter (Denied). Claimed by Lord, James Potter)

Black Vault –Godfather, English Pureblood- (( First Godson) Heir Harry Potter. (Second Godson) Second Heir Henry Potter. Claimed by Lord, Sirius Black)

Peverell Vault –Father side, English Pureblood- (Unclaimed. Heir Lord, James Potter. Second Heir Henry Potter. Third Heir Harry Potter)

Le Fay Vault –Mother side, English Pureblood - (Unclaimed. Heir Lady, Lily Potter (Nee Evans)(Denied due to Marriage). Second Heir Henry Potter. Third Heir Harry Potter)

Grindelwald Vault –Mother side, Germen Pureblood- (Unclaimed. Exiled Lord, Gellert Grindelwald. Heir Lady, Lily Potter (Nee Evans)(Denied due to Marriage). Second Heir Henry Potter. Third Heir Harry Potter) (A/N: I don't know his real nationally but for the sake of the story, let's say Gellert was German)

Evans Vault -Mother side, American Pureblood- (Unclaimed. Heir Lady, Lily Potter (Nee Evans)(Denied due to Marriage). Second Heir Henry Potter. Third Heir Harry Potter)

H.G was always a bright child, even before Hermione started to tutor him, so when he stared at the names, stunned, his mind went into hyper drive.

His family were purebloods?... I-If that was true than why didn't they keep him? Why did they keep only his brother? Sure it said his mother is a mistaken Muggle-Born but his father was a Pureblood, not only that but they had vaults, two vaults that say he was Denied from because he wasnt the chosen heir and not only that but near the top of his name it said he's believed to be a half-blood Squib, and that his parents gave him up… That could only mean…

He really didn't have time to think more about because he suddenly felt like he wanted to throw up his lunch and he before he knew it he had passed out in panic. The only thing he heard as he hit the ground was his family, namely his sister, screaming out his name in worry.

Upon waking up later, H.G instantly knew he had passed out from shock. He had woke up to see he was on a bed. His parents and his sister were by his side in a strange white room that looked a little bit like a hospital. When his family noticed he was up, they asked if he was okay and how was he feeling, he said he was okay and then asked what happened. His mother had told him that when he had fainted Rowrick had quickly called for help from the other Goblins who had taken him and the others to a small medical wing in the bank.

For a moment his family didn't want to say a word about what the tapestry said but he already knew, and it broke his heart. He was greatful though that they didn't want to cause him pain by reminding him of it. Then they heard the doors of the medical wing open up and the Granger family turned their heads to the doors.

The Potions Mistress, Mr. Weatherstone, along with the Goblin Rowrick, had entered the room. They gave H.G a small look of pity, asked him how he doing. He responed that he was alright and once again no one said a word about the tapestry, that was until the Potions Mistress and Rowrick explained that due to the rules of the Heritage Law they had no choice but to tell him who the Potters were because it was part of their jobs.

When they said that, it broke not only his heart more because he now no longer wanted to know who his 'real' family was anymore but it also broke his family's heart because they knew how much he had wanted to meet his 'real' family. They were also even given a book that showed stuff and certain things about the Potters, which was taken from mostly English newspapers.

They discovered the Potters were very rich, very famous, were high members of society in Wizarding England and their son Henry was the Boy-Who-Lived who survived the Killing Cruse, and somehow distoryed a madman who was going around killing Muggle-Borns, Half-Bloods, and Muggles, a madman whose name was never mentioned in the books for some odd reason. After learning that info, he had came up with the only reason why his family didn't want him, it was because he wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived, it was plain as day from the way the family stood smiling at the camera from an newspaper clip…

The pictures showed a man that looks nearly identical with himself from the way his hair was styled to the same shape of glasses he wore. The woman with long red hair and from what he could see was that he had gotten his eyes from her but they seemed more grass colored than his emarld ones and he also seemed to had gotten her body structure. His twin brother though seemed to gain his father's body and looks, Harry looked almost like him but at the same time didn't and Henry had the same green eyes as his mother's, the same plain grass green. The Potters looked like the perfect family, ones you would see out of those cheezy movies and tv shows… A family he could never once and properly never would be a part of.

He had then started to cry when he stared at the picture of the Potters before he began to curl into the tightest ball he could try to do as if to hide himself from the world. It was Hermione that stopped him from curling tighter when she had hugged him for support, to show him that she'll always be there for him, but instead of hugging back or uncurling he began to sob harder than ever in her arms, it was then Hermione began to try to calm her brother down by whispering words of "It'll be alright." and "Don't cry Harry, don't cry..." to him but even she had began to cry for her brother. His parents looked at him in pain and sorrow before hugging him to show him he was a part of their family and would always be no matter what but inside themselfs they raged and swore against the Potters for giving up and hurting such a wonderful child.

After a while of letting his tears fall and uncurling himself from his tight ball when he was done, Rowrick asked them if he would like to claim those unclaimed vaults, he was a little confused for a moment before Rowrick explained.

"Due to the fact that your family has no idea, nor did they even try to check, how many vaults are unclaimed, you as a blood Heir has the right to claim them. Especially your mother's vaults. International Gringotts Laws state, since she is married to a Pureblood family and a Pureblood herself, she doesn't have the right to claim the vaults anymore despite the fact she's a blood Heir, only her children have the rights to claim them now. She would have had control over the vaults if she claimed them before her marriage but snice she didn't, she doesn't have that right anymore. Now from what I saw, Henry Potter is the Heir to your father's main and known families vaults but that still means your brother has the power to claim the other vaults because he shares the same blood as you, but do to the fact he's already an Heir to two vaults you have more rights than him to claim all of those unclaimed vaults for your own… Normally I don't have to tell you this, it's a thing you can do if you want to or not want to do, but I suggest for you to claim all of them, Mr. Potter-Granger…"

He had stared at the Goblin and polity asked why he was telling him this and Rowrick said politely back but with a slight sneer "In Goblin society Mr. Potter-Granger, abandoning a youngling is a crime worthy of death… Your family has more than enough money to have raised both you and your brother with just the Potter vault alone. So there was no reason why your birth parents should have given you up."

After learning that, he did as Rowrick said and claimed those vaults, he didn't want to claim all of them at first and only wanted the Evans line which turned out to be a least unknown Pureblood family turn Squib from America that moved to England without knowing about the vault, and he really didn't want the vault that came from his 'father's' side but Rowrick explained it would be for the best because the Potters hasn't checked or claimed the Peverell vault for hundreds of years. He also explained that the Le Fay's was a very important Pureblood family that hasn't been heard from in many years not snice before World War one, and the Grindelwald family was once thought to have no Heir's because of Gellert's war and later exile.

As soon as learning the truth was done, Mr. Weatherstone escorted them out of the bank and they went to get their stuff, he also told the Grangers that he, Rowrick, and the Potions Mistress weren't allowed to tell anyone but the Headmistress and the Minster of Magic about what happened during the test, due to the laws and that if they wanted anyone outside of family to know it would have to be from their own mouths.

The shopping went great, despite the fact H.G was a bit quite. They had gotten their school's uniform, their school books, which Hermione drooled over in pleasure, starter kits for potion class, papers and pens, pencils, and more modern things for their school and from what Mr. Weatherstone said was "England is really behind the times to tell the truth, they use old school stuff like parchement and ink bottles with feather pens." They even stopped and stared at the small pet shop that was there, Hermione had wanted a cat while he wanted an awesome looking owl but their parents said that they were to young to take care of a pet and that no one would be home to take care of it becuase both of their parents worked all day.

Near the end of the trip, H.G and Hermione were told they were going to get their wands, which was enough to get him out of his depression for a bit. It was a nice shop with a friendly looking woman in her early thirties who was the best wandmaker in all of America. She had greated them and asked them both which hand was their writing hand. When the woman had gotten the info and the measurements she need she quickly went to look for their wands and she started with Hermione's first.

Hermione's wand was 10 3/4 inches, vine wood with a dragon heartstring, a nicely made wand that was rare for girls to get because of the dragon heartstring core that mostly boys would get, but also the fact it was a vine wood which wasn't used often with dragon heartstring. The wandmaker said that Hermione must be very brave inside to have gotten it to choose her and that made her very unique. It only took six tries for Hermione to get the right one, she was proud of her wand which she learned from the wandmaker that it was prefect for many subjects such as charms, defense, and many others, she also said that whatever Hermione chose to become, she'll be the best and maybe even a true leader with her ideals and passion. The wandmaker also said she was happy to see such a unique wand being chosen at her age and most wandmakers only get to see to see it later in their life.

Then it was H.G's turn, he was a bit nervous inside but waited as the wandmaker went around her store, this time though it took longer for his. He tried wand after wand, it took so long that he nearly tried half of the entire store, his family and namily Mr. Weatherstone were a bit shocked at how long it was taking just to find his wand. The wandmaker was stumped for a moment as they took a small break, and then she began to question softly if maybe, just maybe it would be those wands. Before he could ask her, she quickly disapeared into the far back of her wandshop before she returned with a red rolled up blanket in her arms. She sat it down on her counter top and opened it, inside was five beautiful wands, crafted with great detail.

She had stared at H.G for a moment before slowly picked up a sliverish blue color carved into it, she had held it softly before she turned the wand to him, the handle sticking out for him to take hold of. H.G did what she wanted him to do and took hold of the wand handle, he felt his fingers warm and small sliverish lines and stars shot out of the wand before they fell to the ground gracefully. The wandmaker gave out a shout of pure cheer so loudly that it made everyone jump in the shop. She then began to quickly talk about flooing to England and telling Ollivander about this but was stopped when Mr. Weatherstone wanted an explaintion.

The wandmaker had quickly looked at them and then explained that the wand that had choosen H.G was a very rare wand, one that many wandmakers wish to see be given to its rightful owner and some never see in their lifetimes. She had said the wand was a 10 inche, a rare Monterillo wood which hardly any wandmakers ever dared to make anymore because of how hard it is to make with an even more rare core, one that no one could get anymore no matter where they looked. She had gotten really giddy as she said that part.

"Stardust is the core." She had said with a wide grin when she finally got around to telling it. When the core was told Mr. Weatherstone had gasped and sputtered in amazment, and this caused the Grangers to looked confused. "Excuse me but what does that mean?" was what Hermione had asked when Mr. Weatherstone looked at her brother in pure awe, the wandmaker answered her.

"Stardust is one of the most rarest items in the Wizarding World, one of which hasn't been seen since maybe after 1856. You see the stars above us are not just balls of gas that most Muggles think they are, that is just what Muggles see because they don't have magic. But to Witches and Wizards, stars are really beings, powerful and beautiful people that look down on the earth, watching over us. Stars used to come down to earth a long time ago until a very nasty witch, and crazy might I add, killed a star in pure rage because the star fell in love with a man the witch was also in love with. The other stars were horrified at this and decided to no longer come down to earth because of that murder, and they kept to their word. Now the stardust you see is what stars sometimes leave when they disapear when they return to the sky or when they cut their hair. Many potions makers would sell an arm and leg just to get their hands on stardust because it helps control and balance even the most hardest of potions with ease. Now, the legend is that in my family, my ancestors was once friends with a star and as a parting gift the star cut her hair for them and told my ancestors, who were also wandmakers like me, to make a wand out of it to remember her becuase over time stardust disapears when it is not inside something. That's why this wand is a sliverish blue though, the stardust core changed the color of this wand when it was finished which in turn is very good for Monterillo wood. Monterillo as I explained a bit before is a rare wood itstelf because not many try to make a wand out of it because of its density and how strong it is, it represents strength, courage, and determination. Although it is used for mostly defensive magic, there is a very dangerous power to this wood that can unleash deadly curses if wielded to do so. Its excellent for repelling hexes or conjuring Dark Magic." She had paused for a moment and stared as the Grangers and Mr. Weatherstone's eyes widened before they turned to H.G who was staring at his own wand in awe with a hint of worry.

The wandmaker then smiled softly when she noticed the worry and said "But, that part of the wand is no longer a problem, thanks to the stardust it purified the dark part of the wand but its still as powerful as it would had been if it was kept the same. Now, also thanks to the stardust in the wand it helps more with potions making. Its a rare wand Mr. Potter-Granger, one I never thought I'd see sold, not at this age. It's a wandmakers dream to see a wand like this given out, we wandmakers all have rare wands in the back of our shops, sometimes we even get together and show our rare wands to each other. Mr. Potter-Granger, what you will do this wand will be amazing, what you'll become will more or likely stun us all. With a wand like this, well we'll expecting great things from you." She had finally finished explaining and went back to be giddy.

H.G was stunned and so were the rest of the others in the room. For a second time that day, no one knew what to say to him. Hermione was the one to brake out of it and had hugged her little brother in amazment and happiness for him. H.G was greatful for his sister more than ever because it helped his parents brake out of their amazment and got Mr. Weatherstone to ask how much were for both of the wands.

The wandmaker just waved him off and said "Oh, there's no charge. As I said before, its a wandmakers dream to see a unique and rare wand go to its wand owners, and the fact its two wands that is unique as both children. A girl with a dragon heartstring is unique enough but also a boy with a rare stardust core, there's no way I'd make them pay for that. It's an unwritten wandmakers law to give unique and rare wands out to its owners with no charge Nathan."

Mr. Weatherstone seemed a bit unsure but after he and the wandmaker argued a bit more over it, she had won the fight. As the Grangers and Mr. Weatherstone left the store, the wandmaker was busy dancing in her shop and singing the words "Ollie's going to be jealous~" over and over again. After everything was over Mr. Weatherstone escorted them all home and told them he would have to tell the Headmistress's about the wands too. The Grangers nodded and watched as Mr. Weatherstone disapeared with a quick pop as he waved goodbye.

The next few weeks was hard for H.G, it wasn't the fact he somehow was the owner of a rare wand but it was the fact that his own 'real' parents didn't want him and had just given him up to an orphanage. He stayed silent for weeks thinking over it and wouldn't talk no matter how much Hermione tried to get him to. His quietness worried his family to the point they were thinking about taking him to a specialist.

That was until, one day, H.G had came downstairs, his eyes red from crying, and he asked if he could change his name. He had remembered after he had finished crying that when he was adopted his parents asked him if he wanted to change his name but he declined the idea; now H.G wanted nothing to do with the Potters anymore.

Thus he began his life after that as Harrison Gibbs Granger, second top student of Morgan's and Merlin's School for Witches and Wizards, top soccer player for his team, and now sixteen years old, he'll be seventeen at the end of July, and next year will be his seventh year with his older sister Hermione Jean Granger, top student of their school. He couldn't wait, today was the last day of school, he was going to meet up with his friends, play one more soccer match between the girls soccer team, and meet up with his boyfriend he had been dating for two whole years.

Yeah, H.G is gay; he had discovered he was gay during his fourth year after kissing both a fifth year boy and girl who were both on the soccer teams because of a dare on a rainy day in the locker rooms when they were surpose to have a pratice match between each other. After kissing the girl, he thought to himself that it was… Wet? But after kissing the boy, he felt something like fireworks were going off.

He then told Hermione later about it. At first she scowled him for playing that childish game even if it was for the fun of it, but started to ask him questions to see if he was interested in girls or boys, turned out he liked boys better than girls. H.G was absolutely stunned at this revelation and was worried about what his parents and what Hermione would think of him now. Hermione must had known what he was thinking and assured him that she didn't care as long as he was happy with who he would be with and that same-sex relationships were excepted in the Wizarding World because with the help of magic, same-sex couples could have children.

As for his parents, they were a little unsure about their son being gay but soon didn't mind when Hermione explained to them about the same-sex laws in the Wizarding World and how magic helped create children for same-sex couples. Turns out the only reason they were unsure was because they wanted to see H.G grow up, get married, and have grandchildren they could and would spoil in the future.

H.G smiled at himself in the mirror again as he inspected his uniform a bit and then heard Hermione yells out from downstairs "Harrison! Hurry up and get down here!"

"Coming Mione!" He called back as he took hold of his always packed up backpack from his desk chair and raced downstairs to say good morning to his parents before they could go to work.

Today was going to be a great day for him…

-x-x-

Later that day…

"I SWEAR TO GOD THAT SON OF A BITCH BETTER NOT COME ANYWHERE NEAR ME AT ALL DURING THE SUMMER OR EVEN THE NEXT SCHOOL YEAR, IF HE DOES I SWEAR I WILL STRANGLE HIM INTO A COMA FOR THE NEXT MONTH AND THEN I'LL GO AND MAKE HIM LESS THAN A MAN! FUCK, HE BETTER NOT EVEN CALL ME! MIONE REMIND ME TO PERSONALY SET FIRE TO THOSE SHIRTS AND ANYTHING ELSE HE LET ME BORROW!" H.G ranted as he and his sister walked, more like stomped, down the sidewalk that led to their house at the end of the street.

"Oh, don't worry Harrison, I will." She sneered in rage, her hands clutching and unclutching as they walked home, Hermione looked ready to kill and she knew just the boy to do so.

H.G ranted more "Out of all the fucking sluts that asshole could have been cheating on me with, it has to be the one that slept with nearly all of the boys in school and most from other private and public schools! I mean seriously, he may be a bastard but fucking that whore, is a new all-time low for him. And for Merlin's sake, at least fucking cheat on me with a slut that has real class because I feel so much more goddamned insulted because it was with her!" when he had finished, H.G ran a hand in his hair in utter frustration and pure anger.

Hermione stopped thinking of ways to kill her brother's now ex-boyfriend and watched as her brother had stopped walking and was now staring at the park just across the street. He had a faraway look in his eyes and seemed to be thinking hard. She could see he wanted to do a lot of things, scream, cry, maybe even hex, curse, jinx that son of a bitch into oblivion and more. Hermione had remembered how when they were younger and before they learned of their magic, whenever her brother was picked on he would have that look of frustration, and sadness.

"Harry…" Hermione started out by mistake, but jumped when H.G snapped his head forcefully at her, so forcefully it looked like it would be able to break his neck.

"Don't you ever call me that name again Hermione… I haven't been Harry James Potter for nearly six years, not since I learned that my parents were really rich bastards that left me in an orphanage and that they kept my twin brother all because he's the Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived, you know this…" he nearly growled out in pure hate, nothing ticked him off more than being called Harry, the naive little boy he once was, which a lot of people at their school used to do because they wanted to shorten Harrison, that was the main reason why he made up his nickname to be H.G instead of Harry.

Hermione cringed at the iced look in her brother's eyes. She knew he was truthfully mad at her, he only said her full name instead of Mione whenever he was really pissed off. So she quickly nodded at him and apologized "S-Sorry Harrison, I just… Forgot…" She trailed off when she noticed her brother began to calm down and then he sighed before he said back "I'm sorry Mione… I didn't mean to snap at you, today's not been the best day…"

Hermione stared at her brother before smiling at him softly in understandment "Its fine Harrison. I should have remembered that you hate being called that name now." H.G gave her a smile back and made his way to his sister. They then started their way home again and stopped when they reached their front door, H.G quickly reached for his keys that he had in his pants pocket with mild frustration.

"There is just no way, this day can get any worse…" H.G muttered angrily to himself as he opened the door to their house with his key. Hermione nodded in agreement and knew her brother just wanted to go into his room, play loud music, destroy his ex-boyfriend's stuff, and then cry on his bed.

Both siblings had entered the house, and closed the door behind, as they were going to head to the kitchen for snacks, they had suddenly heard their mother calling for them from the living room "Harrison, Hermione?… Are you home?" Hermione and H.G turned to each other in confusion; their mother shouldn't be home by now. She had told them she had three dental appointments, two of which were children so that would normally take longer to do, and she had told them she wouldn't be back until two hours after they left school.

"Mom?" H.G asked out as he and his sister moved carefully to the living room, both keeping a remembrance of the wand hostlers they had hidden under the sleeves of their uniforms.

They had both grown worried when they heard about the strange attacks on Muggle families and the sudden attempted break in at their Ministry Of Magic that had been happening for a few months and was growing more and more recently. They both wanted their parents protected and their house Warded after the attacks started to happen more, they made sure to have Wards installed around their home with the help of a good friend whose father worked and created Wards. So far from what they were feeling with the Wards, their mother wasn't in danger but it was still better safe than sorry.

"In here son." His father answered and that caused both siblings to again turn to each other in question, their father shouldn't be home so soon either, he had a root canal to do and that was until later. This caused their hearts to race and they had tensed greatly, something was wrong, very wrong, the only time their parents were home from work so early was when something bad happened like the time their grandma Maria died of a heart attack and also when a month later their grandpa Ethan passed away…

Hermione and H.G entered the room with concern; their eyes quickly found their parents sitting in their reading chairs and staring straight with a strange look in their eyes. They both wore a look of complete anger, unwanted fear, and a hint of worry.

"Mom? Dad? Are you guys okay?" H.G asked as he took a few more steps into the room and closer to his parents, not noticing Hermione had stiffened in her spot and was staring at the area their parents was staring.

"Ah, hello Harry, my look at how much you've grown…" a grandfatherly voice called out, stopping H.G in his tracks. He slowly turned his head to where the TV, mantle place, and the bookshelves of their living room was located what he saw, made his mouth go dry and his heart beat so loud that he could hear it pund away in his head. He took a shallow breath at the sight.

Standing in his living room was Albus Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards to ever be alive, but it wasn't him that made H.G start shaking, standing next to the old man was four faces he knew just from International Wizarding newspapers and those he had only heard about, two of them he couldn't remember theirs names all to well but had seen them along with the two who he did know from staring at their faces for so long.

James and Lily Potter stood there, in his house, staring at him in awe…

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Well here we go, my first HP fanfic, oh I'm excited! This idea has been stuck in my head for ages and I just had to write it.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking, another one of those twin potters/ Wrong boy who lived/ Alive Potters get rid of one of their sons stories, but hopefully the whole brother to Hermione and living in America is something not many has seen before.

Now, I hoped you liked it, I had fun writing it so I'll let you guys have a preview of upcoming chapters.

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"So… The only reason you gave me up is because you didn't want to grow up being jealous of my famous brother huh?" he asked, his tone iced and he gave the man in front of him a hard stare.

"Yes, Harry I'm so sorry we did but it was the only way-" he didn't have time to finish because H.G had moved his clutch fist upward and punched Mr. Potter right in the upper jaw, sending him backwards and knocking him down onto the floor.

Lily screamed, Remus gasped, Sirius held back a smirk, Dumbledore gave out a tired sigh, Hermione gave out a small giggle along with a small smirk, his mother shook her head and muttered under her breath about that she shouldn't had allowed her son to take those boxing lessons when he was younger, while his father gave out a loud cheer in approvement.

"Only way my ass, you son of a bitch!" H.G snapped out in pure rage, his green eyes blazing, and his fists clutched so hard his knuckles were turning white.

-x-x-

"Fucking great… We have to move to England all because of a fucking psychopath is out for my blood. Can this day get any worse Mione?" he asked his sister as he laid down onto her bed.

Hermione gave him a sigh and a shook of the head as she said tiredly "You shouldn't have said that Harrison, now with your luck it is going to get much worse… Murphy's Law my dear brother."

-x-x-

"Names Fred and George Weasleys but everyone calls us Gred and Forge. What can we do for you both?" the twins asked as both him and his sister entered the small coffee shop. Hermione's eyes widened as she quickly turned to her brother who was staring at them in pure amazement.

"Holy crap! You're the Weasley Twins, creators of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products! I've been ordering your stuff in my fourth year ever since I found that ad in the paper! I love your joke products!" H.G nearly yelled out in pure excitement as he pointed to the twins who looked stunned for a moment before they grinned at the raven haired boy, Fred though was also eyeing him up a bit more than his brother from head to toe with a satisfied look on his face at what he was seeing.

Hermione looked to the ceiling of the coffee shop and said in dread "Why, why… I've been good haven't I? I obey the rules, I listen to my parents, I know right from wrong. Oh why did you cruse me with meeting my brother's favorite pranking inventors!"

-x-x-

"Mind if my friend and I sit here? Prefect Potter kicked us out of ours and most of the other compartments are full…" asked a tall redhaired boy who wore a red tie, as he entered their compartment, Hermione shared a small look with her brother before they nodded to each other, she turned to the redhead and nodded at him with a smile.

The redhaired boy smiled greatfully and motioned for his friend to come in before he quickly moved out of the compartment to allow his friend in, it was another boy who had dark brown hair and wore the same tie as the redhead who came in only he looked more timid than most of the other students. The boy was carrying his trunk behind him when he entered the compartment before he sent the Grangers a small timid smile and began to lift it to an area above them.

"Thanks. Name's Ronald Weasley, but you can call me Ron like everyone else and this is my best friend Neville Longbottom…" Ron said as he dragged his own trunk into the compartment when his friend had finished moving his trunk.

-x-x

"Mione,… Mione… Look… It's HIM…" H.G said as he tugged on Hermione's arm in pure excitement.

Hermione cringed for a moment at the hard tugging but said tiredly "Harrison stop, I would like to be able to use my arm and with you tugging so hard I can't seem to feel it anymore…"

Hermione watched as he did do as she said but his eyes never left the man who was sitting at the teacher's table. She also noticed he nearly had stars in his eyes as he chanted out "It's him…" over and over again under his breath in pure awe.

Hermione gave out a weak laugh and said "Calm yourself Harrison; you look like you want to jump him… I sometimes wonder if letting you buy that advanced potions book by Mr. Snape was maybe not such a good idea after all…"

He didn't hear her, and Hermione sighed when she noticed it.

Her brother, an inspiring to be Potions Master, was staring at his idol, Severus Snape.

-x-x-

"Mione, is it me, or is that blonde at the last table staring at me?" H.G asked as he carefully looked across the dining hall, Hermione turned her head out of her book and looked at her brother before following his gaze to the far table in the hall. There sitting with a look on his face was a nearly white haired blonde who was staring at her brother like he was a meal to a straving man.

"Oh, crap…" she muttered under her breath when she realized why.

-x-x-

"Hey! What gives you any right to order my little brother around?" Hermione yelled out in anger as she took hold of her brother's arm and pulled him out of the grip of the other boy.

"I'm the Boy-Who-Lived and he's MY little brother, you bitch!" the black haired teen with glasses yelled out as he tried to get the raven haired boy back only to find a wand pointed at his face, he paled as he noticed who was holding it when he stared into the color of Avada Kedavra eyes that looked dangoures to everyone around.

"Never, call my sister a bitch…" H.G said in a low iced whisper slowly.

-x-x- PREVIEWS OVER

Anyway hope you all enjoyed it, I hope to update soon and as always, I'm going to bed now!

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