Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, locations, or everything at all to do with Harry Potter, as it officially belongs to J. K. Rowling. I do not own any of the Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha characters, elements, or worlds, as they belong to Seven Arcs.
Rating: T for safety, as for minor swears and also blood
Summary: The aftermath after that hallow night as took an interesting turn, a turn that would entwine two kinds of worlds that the other would never believe existed. Supportive Potters / Marauders / Dumbledore.
Hey fellow readers, this is my second Harry Potter and Lyrical Nanoha crossover fanfic. Just to let you know, this will be taking some clich like Alive Parents and Wrong-Boy-Who-Lived, but in a different way.
Please enjoy Chapter One.
Key:
"Talking" – 'Thinking'
"Using Spell" – [Device Spell using]
{Mage Mind Link} – [Device Talking]
Magic.
When ask this question, what do you think of?
Fairy Tales? Illusions? Sorcery? Witchcraft? The 'Black Arts'?
With many of us, we see it as nothing more than a fantasy to enjoy and escape are normal everyday lives. Something simple to pass the time as the element is used in a good book, television show, or even a movie.
However, what if I was to tell you that magic did exist on the planet of Earth?
Magic users, wizards and witches, which are hidden away from us. That for every country on Earth, there was a counterpart magical government, known as the Ministry of Magic, which governs the magical people.
Of course, the question appears, why hide from us?
The answer for that is simple. The general magical population from around the world doesn't know much about 'muggles', those who don't have the ability to use magic, as well as their way of life.
In other words, non-magical population with their technology and medication.
It has been shown multiple times that the magical population has, and still does, fear that the muggles will start a war with them if they learn about magic. So they would go around using a spell to erase the memories of any muggle who sees magic being performed.
The only exception is if they have an immediate family member who was magical.
As such with their world, they have the history that matches alongside our own.
Like, for example, 31 October, 1981.
This was the date that would go down in history within the wizarding world. As it not only marked the end of the first British Wizarding War, but also marked the defeat of the one who started it.
It was a late Halloween night, the eve of Hallows or Samhain for those wizards and witches of pure tradition, when a man appeared within the small town of Godric's Hallow. This man was the leader of the Death Eaters and the cause for the ongoing wizarding war, his name was Lord Voldemort.
The man made his way along the paved street, pushing pass all the disgusting Muggle children that were running around in costumes, making a mockery of this noble night.
Voldemort would have loved nothing more than to kill and burn them all, but he had something else he needs to do first.
He soon arrived at the destination, a man with a hooked nose and greasy-hair was waiting there before what seemed to be an open field. Before him was a fat stubby man, bound and bloody, as he seemed to have been beaten and tortured.
The fat stubby man was Peter Pettigrew, the secret keeper of the Potter family's home. Seeing the dark lord approach him, the rat of a man began to tremble. "You-Know-Who…" he muttered weakly, having lost a lot of blood.
"Well?" was the only thing the dark lord asked him.
"F-Fuck you." The man whimpered, he may be bad at spells, he may have been the baseline of many jokes. But James and the others took him in when others mocked him, they were his friends and he wasn't going to break that friendship.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed looking at the man, he shook his head in disappointment as he drew his yew wand and pointed it at the man's head. "Legilimens."
With the amount of damage that had been done to Peter over the past three days, he was unable to focus enough on the small occlumency lessons Sirius had given him.
Many would have heard a man scream in horrendous pain as the Dark Lord tore his mind apart, they would have if the greasy haired man hadn't cast the silencing charm on him.
"Potter Cottage…" The dark lord spoke, finding the secret, "…can be found…at Godric's Hallow."
Just like that seeing as the Secret Keeper told him that location, or in this case stolen from his mind. The Fidelius Charm added the new name to its list and revealed the Potter Cottage to them, allowing them access to enter it if they wished.
The greasy haired man having stolen the information earlier, this is why he called the Dark Lord to Godric's Hallow. However, he still could not outright tell his lord the address, due to not being the secret keeper.
As Voldemort pulled himself out of Peter's mind, the man would watch weakly and in regret as he knew they could see the cottage. But he couldn't move, every part of his body wasn't responding to him as blood ran from his mouth, his nose, and his eyes.
"Wait here, I will not be long."
Turning away from the greasy-hair man and the near-vegetable man, the dark lord pulled out a talisman and activated the runes. All the protective wards, including the Fidelius, had crumbled to pieces as if they were nothing more than fragile glass.
With the wards out of the way, the talisman then activated an anti-apparition and an anti-portkey ward about a mile wide. So anyone attempting to come to the rescue will have to run a good distance to reach the cottage.
Smiling at his fine work, he put the talisman into greasy haired man's arm. "Keep this safe, Severus."
Severus Snape nodded his head, before signalling his head down to Pettigrew. "What shall I do with him, my lord?"
"Hmmm…" Voldemort pondered as the man was practically dead from when he destroyed his mind. A sick and twisted smile appeared on his face. "Gut him."
With those final words, the Dark Lord proceeded onto the front door of the cottage by himself. Standing in front of the door, he smiled darkly and blasted it.
He felt such giddiness as he heard a shout from the young pureblood Potter shout up the stairs to his wife. "Lily take the kids and get out of here!"
The young man was pointing his wand at the well-known Dark Lord while guarding the staircase, something which, quite frankly, not a lot of people actually did when Voldemort would appear on the scene.
Voldemort had to admire the act of courage, the bravery this Gryffindor showed in a time of fear. For certainly it took a lot of guts to stand here and face him, request a battle with the Dark Lord alone and so unprepared.
But the Dark Lord had only one goal on his mind tonight, he couldn't afford to play no matter how appealing the thought was.
"Leave, James Potter." Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at the man, "Or I shall send you to a finishing death. Even if I do hate to kill and extinct a precious pureblood line."
"No, Voldemort." The man replied quietly, his lips trembling with all the strength he could muster. But no matter how scared and sick he actually felt inside, he planted his feet and aimed, gripping his wand tighter against a foe much more powerful than he. "I won't let you go any further. You will stay away from my wife and children."
Voldemort raged slightly that he had spoken his name but kept quiet as he stared into the young man's eyes. He could witness his body shaking slightly but remarkably, the young wizard was holding firm against him.
The Dark Lord stood amused and contemplated the man before him "I will not tolerate defiance, James Potter. Now, step down and accept your fate, and maybe I shall be merciful."
"You show Mercy?" James snarled back quickly at the Dark Lord, for finally he could laugh at something in this hopelessness situation, "You bastards didn't show any to…"
"Crucio."
Thanks to his years of training as a Quidditch play, as well as training as an Auror, had caused James's reflexes to dodge out of the path of the unforgivable and didn't have to suffer a horrific pain.
Seeing his chance, James flicked his wand at the stray furniture behind him. From it, the sofa, the coffee table, and the armchair transfigured into a pack of roaring lions, which was sent at the Dark Lord.
"Very Gryffindor." The Dark Lord hissed, pointing his wand at the lions. "Reducto! Reducto!" he cast twice, striking the two lead lions by blowing their bodies to pieces. This also caused them to revert back into a now destroyed coffee table and armchair.
The large lion, made from the sofa, was able to catch the Dark Lord off guard and slash its claw into his shoulder.
"Sectumsempra!" Voldermort growled murderously, decapitating the lion in half. Before James could cast another spell, the Dark Lord's wand was already upon him. "Crucio!"
A thousand screams pierced the room, and James's body instantly fell to his knees as he rolled around. Nothing but throat wrenching screams of mindless pain, horrific screeches that sounded so shrill into the night that made all else quiet.
The knowledge that he had lost after what seemed like an eternity, Voldemort lifted the curse and James collapsed before him, panting and almost throwing up in his hurried attempts to stand.
Gripping the post, despite his hands violently shaking at being under the curse for too long, he stood there once more. He breathed heavily while bringing his wand up a final time. And in the weary back of his mind, the man knew that this was his last few breaths.
His entire life flashed before his eyes, first an arrogant teenager in first year, he had been so conceded back then. Then he met Lily, and then…he was so scared to die, those red eyes that told him he would.
He wanted to live, he felt so tired and drained but he wanted to live. The man's vision was going blurry, and Voldemort was sighing as he stepped closer.
"Shall I grant you death then, James Potter?" Voldemort asked, pointing his wand strongly at the man. "No, you will live this night. Then when you wake tomorrow, you will have nothing left. Stupefy!"
The red spark shot from the white wand and struck James was hit in the chest, the man flew backwards and slumped over the stairs in an awkward position. His wand was still grasped in his hand, but his eyes were closed.
The man would live, but by sunrise, he will have lost everything.
From up the top of the stairs, Lily could hear the sounds of the battle took place took downstairs, the screams of her husband, but it soon died as the Dark Lords laughter could be heard.
It echoed up the staircase as the sound footsteps could be heard across the floor.
Lily tried to move as fast as she could to collect the items they needed, she was in her bedroom with a side door that was attached to the nursery. Grabbing the bag, she moved into the nursery where her three children were.
In the crib on the far left was the elder of the two twins, as well as the heir to the Potter Bloodline when he becomes of Age. His name was Jayden James Potter, he was born on July 31, 1980, at 11:55 p.m.
In the crib next to him, was his younger twin brother Harrison Sirius Potter. This boy was born just before the final day of the seventh month came to an end at 11:59:59 p.m., just before the clock chimed.
Seriously, the magic record showed it at that exact time.
Finally, in the last crib was her first daughter, Evelyn Lillian Potter. She was born August 25, 1981, two months ago.
Within the three separate cribs her children were crying, she tried to calm them down as she went to pick them up, but it wasn't meant to be.
The nursery door was flung from its hinges in pieces. The Dark Lord Voldemort stood there chuckling evilly, pointing his wand at Lily.
"Yes, there is no better way to start then taking the life of all three of Potter's children." The man laughed, stepping into the room. His eyes narrowed as the mudblood stood between them, her forest green eyes narrowed darkly at him.
"Move mudblood." He sneered as he would rather kill her and be done with it. But sadly he promised her to Snape after not only finding out about the prophecy, but for giving him Peter to find this location.
"Not them, you will not kill my children…"
"This is your last warning, mudblood," he snarled pointing his wand at her chest, just over her heart. "Stand aside! I've already promised you as a prize to one of my Death Eaters."
At that moment, Lily felt such fury and anger in her heart when she heard those words, but right now she would not budge an inch. "Not my children, you bastard!" she screams, pulling her wand.
"Crucio."
Just like her husband, Lily screamed out in pain as her body felt as if it was stab multiple times. Her screams caused her children to cry more.
Voldemort's foot stomp down and snapped Lily's wand in two. "Annoying nuisance." He snarled, kicking Lily to the side and moving his wand over her. "Be glad you have a front row seat to see the end of the chosen children. Petrificus Totalus!"
The curse fired from the Dark Lord's wand, freezing the body of Lily Potter together before he made her face the three cribs.
He wanted her to watch as he kills every one of her children.
Looking between them, his gaze landed on the child in the middle crib. The sign read Harrison Potter, from looking through Peter's mind he knew this child was born just as the seventh month dies.
Turning his wand on the one-year-old on the bed, he sneered as the baby was still crying. "No one shall stop me. Avada Kedvara!"
Lily struggled in horror as she heard those words. All she could see was Voldemort cast the spell, as the green light was sent at her son. What happens next shocked both adults.
Before the young boy, a circle forest green seal with white markings had appeared before the boy.
The killing curse, the unstoppable curse that only could be blocked if you throw something physical in the path, had been somehow stopped by the seal-like shield made. It not only stopped but rebounded, by the one-year-old baby, right back at the man.
But in doing so, the seal broke into two pieces, before it disappeared.
Voldemort's eyes were wide in shock, as if he stumbled upon such magic that he had never seen before in his life. Due to his shock he was unable to stop the green spark of the killing curse that was thrown right back at him.
A blinding light occurred followed by an ear-piercing scream erupted from the cottage, as a bit by bit, the snake-faced man was ripped to pieces, replaced by a pile of black ashes.
But because of the light, Lily did not witness the fall of the dark lord. Nor did she witness a tiny shard of Voldemort's life, fly forward and embedded into the head of her young Harry, which created and formed a lightning scar.
A scar that anyone in the wizarding world sees as a mark where the killing curse had made contact before rebounding off. It's because of that one little mark, he will be forever known by one title.
The Boy-Who-Lived.
Though as time moved on, the Potter adults soon discovered another result that had happened that night.
Harrison's magical core was cracked.
Not the kind of crack that meant he was losing his magic. Instead, it was the kind of crack that disconnected and stopped his magic flowing through his body, leaving the boy unable to do any kind of magic.
At the current stage that the wizarding world was in, they didn't have the kind of knowledge to fix this kind of ordeal. All they could hope is that it will fix itself within time.
However, because of this, young Harry would be marked as a Squib, something that Lily or James didn't like stated.
The two have nothing against squibs. More the fact there were families within Purebloods that would abandon a child that was marked as a Squib, simply because they didn't have the ability to cast magic, or had no magic.
Squibs were despised in the wizarding world.
But James and Lily didn't care if he did or didn't have the magic, he was their son and they cared for him just as they did for Jayden and Evelyn. As well as Katherine Dorea Potter, their new youngest that had entered their lives on 15 April 1983.
The only people that knew of this was Albus Dumbledore, a trusted friend and mentor, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, fellow Marauders and brothers in all-but-blood. Finally Poppy Pomfrey, the healer who informed them of Harry's condition.
However, unknown to all was the fact that in years to come of not fixing the crack, his core had to expand itself from not being able to release the magic contained. Reaching the point that it slowly leaking and flowing through his body's nerviest system.
Time continued to tick on.
Within that time, Peter Pettigrew had been buried in the Godric's Hallow graveyard. He was an honoured friend as well as a true Marauder, one that had died trying to protect them from the Dark Lord.
The downside within that time, was more and more reporters had tried to invade their personal lives to get a story on the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. Rita Seeker being the main one, as she would pop up randomly out of nowhere.
She had somehow found out the truth and leaked into the paper a question. 'Boy-Who-Lived, a Squib?' it would read.
This, of course, had caused a massive out roar as people demanded to know the truth.
While James and Lily had ignored the stupid out roar, caring for their four children equally, it had become harder for them. Soon they did tell the paper the truth, how Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived, but what happen to his magic afterwards.
Lily even went as far as showing the memory.
This had calmed most of the public down, but that title had caused some old Death Eaters to target the boy. In a rage of thinking that a squib was the one that had defeated their master.
This was shown twice, when they tried to attack James and their sons when they were in Diagon Alley. No, more tried to attack Harry while avoiding the other two.
Then going directly for Godric's Hallow, just before the New Year.
December 31, 1986.
Godric Hallows.
The year of 1986 was coming to an end, the year of 1987 would soon begin.
The weather outside was on the cold side, as the snow was knee-deep. Adults were setting up for their New Year parties while the children of Godric's Hallow were running around and playing in the deep snow.
Like for one such boy, who was making a snowman with the help of his three siblings.
Harrison Sirius Potter, the second born child into the Potter family at six years and five months. He was also the only one in his family who couldn't use magic.
If you were to look at the boy, you would say that he looked just like his father in facial features. Just like most of the male Potter's before him, he had the trademark black raven-nest hair that looks like he just got out of bed despite it being the afternoon.
His eyes, on the other hand, which were hiding behind the glasses he wore on his face was a stunning pair of forest green eyes just like his mother.
The boy smiled as they had finally finished the snow body, the traditional way of a large sphere on the bottom, middle size for the waist, and a smaller one for the head.
He looked over as his sisters were collecting the sticks, for arms and stones for the face.
Evelyn Lillian Potter, or Eve for short, was the third child of James and Lily Potter at five years and four months. The girl was like Jayden, she was a complete miniature version of their mother in appearance, hair, and eyes.
The only difference was the fact she needed glasses just like Harry.
Next to her, happy humming a merry little tune, was the youngest child of the Potter family.
Katherine Dorea Potter, Kat for short, who at three years and eight months of age. She was like Eve and her mother in appearance though instead of auburn hair and forest green eyes, she had raven coloured hair and hazel eyes.
"Hawwy!" she said happily, running over to him with a set of stones in her arms. "Is enough?" she asked, placing them on the ground.
The boy smiled. "Well done, Kat." He told her, patting the top of her head. "That's more than enough." He told her, as the girl smiled at being told she done good.
Eve soon walked over, holding to branch sticks that could be used as arms.
"They were hard to find since most were broken in two." She said as they put them into place.
Harry smiled as he lifted little Kat into the air, allowing her to make a smiley face for the snowman's face. All they were missing now was the nose, as well as the eyes. But there were on their way.
"Hey, I got them!" a voice called over to them.
Looking over, they saw Jayden James Potter, the eldest of the four siblings and the Potter heir, running their way holding a top hat, scarf, carrot, and a pair of emeralds.
Looking between the two Potter twins, you could easily note that they were completely identical to one another. The only difference between the two was the fact Jayden's eyes were heterochromia as one was hazel like their fathers and the over was green like their mothers.
Plus he didn't need glasses, the lucky sod.
Reaching them, the four laughed as they finished the snowman. Eve putting the scarf around its neck, while Jason put the carrot in place on the face as a nose, and Harry took care of putting the emeralds in place as eyes.
Finally, Kat, being lifted by Jason, put the top hat on the head. Completing the snowman.
"In coming!"
A snowball struck Jayden in the back off the head.
"Perfect shot!"
Looking around, their playful and funny dogfather, Sirius Black was standing there with their father, James Potter, and their honorary Uncle, Remus Lupin, holding an armful of multiple snowballs. In all sizes.
Like the kids the four were, no time flat, a snowball war had broken out between the three remaining marauders and the children.
Inside the cottage, their mother was happily setting up the last of the decorations. Hoping that her husband and Black would get back soon with the drinks, no doubt that they needed them after everything.
Hearing the laughter of her children as they entered through the front door, brought a smile to her lips.
Looking over, she watched as Harry was helping Kat remove her boots, while Jayden and Eve were hanging the coats and scarfs on the hooks.
She had to admit, she was proud of how well she and James had done.
They had loved each one of their children equally, yes there was at times pushing and shoving, but they had taught them to look out for each other. Something they did quite well.
"What happened?" she had to ask, looking at the time. "You took a long time building that snowman."
They didn't respond, only smiled and ran off into the living room. Thus leaving a very confused Lily Potter behind, left not understanding until the door opened again.
James, Sirius, and Remus entered the cottage, with the shopping bags, but drenched head to toe in snow. They had lost the snowball war, something that would keep Lily laughing about into the afternoon as they finished the last of the set up.
Though, as the afternoon grew on and seeing that they still had two hours. "Jayden, Harry. It's time for another lesson." James spoke firmly, as both boys nodded their heads. Knowing not the play around and waste time when their father took this tone.
Soon enough, within the cottage study, James Potter sat in front of his desk. Seated across from him was his two sons.
In front of them, on the desk, were jewels of a variety, from rubies to emeralds, sapphires to topazes, even amethyst to pure crystal. Also in front of them was a parchment, one that had a seal carving marked upon it in the blood of the lord.
The Potter heir picked up on of the jewels and placed it on the centre of the seal on the parchment, steadying his breath. He placed his hands over the jewel.
Focusing his magic, an aqua aura emitted around the jewel.
With this, the structure and form of the jewel before him had begun to change its shape and form, his father keeping an eye on it the entire way, as was the boy's twin brother. The jewel shifted from left to right as it expanded outwards, then it went wrong.
The boy was finding hard to keep control of how much magic he was pouring into the jewel, which in turn was changing all shapes and forms. From looking alone, one could see he was trying to tame it and was failing.
It soon reached the point that it self-explodes. All that was left was a destroyed jewel in ashes.
"You used too much magic at once, again. Jayden." The boy's father told him, looking at his son and heir. "You have to maintain and keep a calm and clear mind. In order to control your magic, you must first control your mind."
Jay looked up at his father, but it was Harry that asking. "Is this why Potter's have to take Occlumency lessons once we turn seven onwards?"
James had to smile, as he nodded his head. Remembering, a long time ago, how the role was reversed with him standing that side as heir, while his father, Charles Potter, was seated in his chair at Potter Manor.
They were having this same conversation.
"Yes, this is one of those reasons for Occlumency." He explained to his sons. "However, the main reason for those lessons, is to protect family secrets you have been shown or studied from those that are not a part of our family."
After all, he knew there were some pureblood families out there that would love nothing more than to steal the secrets of family magic, especially from families that they had hated with a passion.
"Now then." He said, redirecting the conversation. "Can you tell me where you went wrong?" He asked as this was Jayden and Harry's fourth lesson on the Potter family magic, the second in trying to use it.
While Harry couldn't use magic, at the moment the man would repeatedly think firmly, his second son can still learn the theory.
"I lost control." The boy meekly replied.
"Yes," His father said, nodding his head. Though he couldn't blame his son, his is still six. When he reaches nine, he will have more control over it, just like James did himself.
Though the man was glad that Jay could admit his mistakes, as he cleared the destroyed jewel into the bin, and was not being high strung over it or just outright deny it he did anything wrong.
"Jayden, Harry, please pay close attention," Lord Potter asked his son, as he placed another crystal onto the seal. "While our magic is a wonder, it is also dangerous. When you lose control, the magic will rebound back against your body." He explained, showing the outcome as he purposely poured too much magic into the jewel. "Too much power or power in the wrong form, won't endanger you alone, but those around you as well."
This the man stated as the sparks strikes from the over poured casting, smacking against the desk and damaging it. James let his magic go as the jewel couldn't take anymore, the jewel shattered as the magic stopped.
"We will finish here today." Their father spoke as his sons rose from their seats. "Since its new year's eve, you have no study." He added, just like his father had done to him. Start on their studies early, so they would be prepared for how their school life would be in the future.
"Thank you, father." They replied, bowing their heads as they turned and left the room.
As the door to the study closed, James Potter sighed. Looking at his desk, he cleared away the destroyed jewel before picking up one of the amethyst. He placed it onto the centre of the seal on the parchment.
Holding one of his hands over it, the amethyst began to glow as Potter infused his magic with it.
"Strive to completely maintain the proper flow." He told himself, as he moved his other hand into place, to balance the flow of magic. "This means to always remaining reserved and calm."
Slowly, but crafty, the jewels structure and form begun to change to how he was willing his magic.
After a few more minutes, the man moved his hands away. On the seal, the once small amethyst has now had its shape and form changed into that of a violet crystallized wolf.
The Potter Family Magic, the Magic of Jewel Manipulation.
For those of you who do not know, Family Magic was a special kind of magic that belong to wizarding families that have lived longer than five hundred years.
The Potter's family magic allows said person of the family to project their own magic into jewels. From there, with skill, one could shape the jewel to what they wish it to become. Of course, there were limitations as it does cause stress on the body. The more advance the jewel manipulation, the more magic used and stress caused to the body.
A beginner in the family would only learn the basics of manipulating the jewel, which is changing the form of a basic crystal into that of a crystallized animal.
A more advanced form of this magic, which is a level that James was at, is turning the jewel into a stronger form. For example, taking hold of three emeralds and manipulating them into creating a dagger.
Though, the more detailed the item, the more jewels or, the more magic that needs to be required to use, which in turn creates the stress on the body.
Plus, at the end of the day, each wasted jewel can become merely disposable items.
Disposable items that were also very expensive. As fake or false jewels were forbidden with their family magic, because it wasn't the same quality and easy shows.
It was lucky that their family was well connected.
Their source of income wasn't with gold or silver, or even bronze. They had about less than a million galleons left in the family, which will soon be touched when it comes to taking the Hogwarts tuition.
Tuition, mind you, that cost wizarding families near seven thousand galleons, per year and per student.
The source of their income came from the Potter Jewel Mines, all of which are hidden away under the Fidelius Charm with the current Lord Potter as the Secret Keeper.
They have deals with the pureblood jewellers of Diagon Alley.
Packing the items back into the box, which was sealed with his magic, he went to put it away when the cottage shook. Screams from his family could be heard.
Grabbing a handful of jewel, as well as the sealed box, he left the study to see Remus and Sirius were extinguishing flames in the living room. Lily was unconscious, with a burned mark across her cheek. Their children were trying to wake her up.
"DIE SQUIB!" A dark laugh was heard from outside. "FOR THE DARK LORD!" As another fireball struck the cottage.
"Sirius, Remus, get my family out of here!" he called to his two friends, tossing the sealed box to Sirius.
Both men seemed reluctant to leave him, but they agreed as Sirius grabbed both Eve and Kat's hands while Remus got Jay and Harry's, apparating out of the burning cottage. Five second later, a family house elf, on James's orders, took Lily away to safety.
With the fight against Voldemort, James never had any jewels on hand. But now, he was going to show these bastards why you never piss off the head of house Potter!
With wand in one hand and jewels in the other, James Potter charged like a roaring Gryffindor out of the burning cottage, to see some wizards dressed in their Death Earth robes. Each one of them laughing and cheering, in hopes that they killed his family.
By time these men would notice the enraged father, James Potter had unleashed the Potter family magic upon them in full force.
After that attack, the family had moved into the safety of the Potter Manor. No one could get passed the wards without permission, even if they were disguised as a tiny creature.
Also James Potter to up the Lordship of House Potter, to gain the extra protection that came behind the title of an Ancient and Most Nobel house.
But whispers to be heard, mocking the Potter for even having a squib present in their home and that they must have lied to them. That Jayden must be the real Boy-Who-Live, despite what they were told. Also claiming that the memory the 'mudblood' of a wife had shown them must be fake and was made to cover the truth.
Soon it came an outcry, the Ministry had ruled that it was in fact Jayden who stopped You-Know-Who that night, with no proof, to the public's joy.
This had caused the danger to one Harry Sirius Potter to rise, as stated, the wizarding world despised squibs.
This leads us to this point of the story, a few weeks before the first day of April on Saturday 21 March, 1987. Wanting their son to have a normal life, without the fear of certain people in the wizarding world coming after him.
A plan was formed.
As it struck half-past eight in the morning on the United Kingdom and Ireland. A flash-fire from a certain Headmaster's phoenix brought two adults and child in the back lanes of the Urban District in Uminari City.
It was already late afternoon, as the time was around half-past five. Mainly due to the time zone difference between Britain and Japan.
Lily and James Potter, holding Harry's hand, headed in the direction of a nearby elementary school that Lily remembered seeing when Dumbledore had sent her to Japan for order businesses. Business that contain hope to gain help for the war.
The three would then head and meet up with Dumbledore near nine at the apartment area in the district, to start the final part of the plan.
They soon arrived at the school. Seishou Elementary School, as it read on the gate.
Actually, it was more than 'remembered seeing' as they were led into the Headmaster's office by the lady at the front desk.
The two made note to thank Sirius when they got back home, since the old dog had actually had a moment when he was smarter than Lily, only a moment. He had arrived at the manor a month ago with a Language Pack.
It was because of these items that people of the wizarding world could speak any langue fluent with no practise.
The purpose of the Language Pack is self-explanatory. It took two weeks to work and then you would gain perfect skill of the language you have chosen, skill that will remain with you for the rest of their lives.
Entering the office, Lily smiled at the person that was seated behind the desk. "It's great to see you again, Michal." She greeted her old friend from Hogwarts.
Michal Lang, a Ravenclaw that was at Hogwarts the same time as the two adults before him, he was also a study partner of Lily's when it came to Runes. The man smiled at the two as he rose from his desk. "Lily, it has been a while." He greeted back, before looking at James. "Lord Potter, a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise," James replied.
"Is this young Harry?" he asked as Lily nodded her head. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Harry bowed his head. "It's nice to meet you."
He signalled for them to take a seat in the chairs before the desk while he sat back in his own chair facing the two and their son.
The following hour had consisted of the two explaining what was happening, how they wanted to protect their son, along with Lily calling in the old favour that Michal had owed her. The favour was for her son to enrol into this school.
They understood it was later into the year, but…
However, they were cut off by Principal Lang, who handed them the Japanese academic calendar for 1987.
First Trimester = April 6 – July 24
Summer Vacation July 25 – August 31
Second Trimester = September 1 – December 24
Winter Vacation December 25, 1988 – January 10, 1989
Third Trimester = January 11 – March 25
Spring Vacation March 26 – April 3
The first semester, sorry, trimester would be starting after next week.
The headmaster had no problem with enrolling Harry in his school, placing the boy in a First Grade class.
With the paperwork sorted out, signing Harry up under the name of Harrison Evans for protection, and items brought, they had left the school.
The three had to waste a few hours before they met at the location, Urban District Apartments. That time was used collecting Harry's uniform, books, and stationary he would require for his new school year. Plus food and drink.
The time soon came as the night was in bloom and they entered the apartments and looked around, the lobby was completely empty. That is except the headmaster, who was waiting for them.
Following with what they had planned, Sirius, in his Grim-form, had somehow already snuck into the Japanese Ministry of Magic and acting out as their distraction. Causing total chaos, as many were chasing the dog using very lethal spells.
Because of this, no one was paying attention to the magic detector that was trying to inform someone that magic was happening, in a non-magical area. But that was stopped when said grim knocked it over and shattered it.
No one would know.
Plus a future law would be set up that, unless a grim is collared and chipped, they are to put it down instantly.
Albus, standing in the lobby. He had at that time started on the spell that by time the sun rises tomorrow morning, everyone in the apartments will believe that young Harry had lived here nearly his entire life.
All of it was to match the backstory created by Lily.
In their minds, they would believe that Harry parents, James and Lily Evans, were high up business people in this mundane world.
The kind of parents that would leave their children at home with a caretaker.
Though he also added that they were the kind that would try and visit him at the end of each month. If they couldn't because of 'work-related' issues, they would send gifts to make up for not being there all the time.
It was also added that he had siblings. But put a special charm on Harry, that when this was mentioned, no one would question why they were still with his parents while the boy was here alone.
Finally, he added that they had set up a personal account with the apartment manager, which would have paid for each month without having to worry Harry about it.
With that all in mind, he continued on with the wide-area spell.
Meanwhile, Lily was slightly annoyed as James had never seen an elevator before, so the man was confused on how it moved them from one floor to the other without magic. The elevator itself had taken them from the ground floor up to the fifth floor.
The fifth floor was the top floor in the left side of the apartment buildings.
Walking right down to the end of the hallway, they stopped before a door that had a nameplate to the side.
#201 – Evans Residence.
"It's been a long time since I've stepped foot here." The boy's mother commented to herself, "Pay close attention." She told Harry as she typed in the coded on the security lock, *-*-*-*-*-*, before unlocking the door with the key that allowed them to enter.
Removing her shoes, James and his son watched as Lily placed them on a shoe rack, causing the two to follow her example.
Looking around, the apartment was a basic one and still furnished, the items were under a stasis charm so nothing would cover in dust or decay.
It had a small square entrance where the door was, where they were standing. This was an area where shoes would be placed on the rack, while coats are hung onto a hook, and so on. Stepping forward, you would enter the main rectangle shape of the apartment.
If one was to turn to their right, around the corner, was the section that had the kitchen area. This had the basic cooking equipment present, from cookers, skins, and appliances, as well as some extra items that had been brought. There was also a countertop to prepare food on.
The area was push back so it was in line with the small square entrance, hence why the hallway outside was a straight line, leaving the whole rectangle area of the apartment free for other items.
Also pushed back like this was the bathroom, which was around the corner, from the small square entrance to their left.
The bathroom was split into three parts.
Upon entering the bathroom, the main part was the sink, mirror, and the cupboards that held towels and cleaning items such as shampoo. This was the centre, on either side of that were the toilet and the bathtub/shower.
Both had shoji screens doors that could be closed for privacy, you would know if someone was in either area because the light would be turned on.
Looking at the left side corner of the apartment, it had giant windows that were set up like a right-angle as it the window expanded around the corner. It had curtains attached that could be closed.
It should also be noted that this was a maisonette-type apartment, as along the wall on the left side, there was a set of steps which led up to the second floor. At the top of the stairs, it was a basic square area which was like a balcony that overlooked the first floor.
That was Lily's old bedroom-like area was.
This was because it had a bed, as well as a bedroom drawers for clothes, a desk with draws that held stationary, and a bookshelf for books. The upstairs area was directly above the bathroom.
"It's been a while." Lily chuckled to herself, this place had brought back so many memories. Before sighing and looking at her son, as she showed him the more important areas.
Even though she had already placed certain skills into his mind, cooking and cleaning up behind him, so he would be able to look after himself. Especially at times when his caretaker wasn't around.
While she did that, the boy's father was making sure that the pantry and fridge were full of food and drinks.
James had also set two items down, one being a book on the Potter Family Magic, the Magic of Jewel Manipulation.
The reason he put the book here is because in his mind who knows, one day Harry may be able to cast magic, so this way he would at least have the knowledge.
He also laid down a case the held a mixture of jewels from the Potter family mines.
He made sure to put a spell over the book. This would one stop others from reading the book, as family magic is family magic, and two, making sure that the book never left the apartment.
With that done, Lord Potter headed on up the stairs, where Harry was changed into his pyjamas, with Lily tucking him into the bed.
The boy's parents stayed by his side, as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Remus, the chosen caretaker, would be by in the morning to watch over him. Plus they did slightly trick the werewolf as they were giving him some pay for doing this.
Hearing their son breathing lightly as he slept, his parents put the rest of the items away or in certain places.
Such as his clothes in the bedroom drawers, children books on the bookshelf, some toys on the desk.
Plus Harry's new uniform laid lay on the desk, along with a regulation hard-sided leather backpack, a school scarf and insignia, and various supplies need for the school.
Looking back at her son, with tears in her eyes that she was being separated from one of her babies, she kissed the top of his forehead.
"Sleep tight my son. We will see you at the end of April." She gently whispered, brushing back his raven black hair. "Lets us hope that we will all be together again, one day."
With those final words, they would keep their promise in the following two years, even bring his siblings along to see him at times.
Though none would have ever suspected or imagined that as he started his third grade in April, a set of magical events would occur. Bring him into a world of magic not at all like witchcraft and wizardry, a kind of magic that seemed, familiar.
End of Chapter.
Just to clear up. Jayden isn't the Boy-Who-Lived, nor did Dumbledore or the Potter's say he was. It was the Ministry who said so, since they would never let a 'squib' hold the title of their saviour. No, Jayden will not become cocky or bashful towards others, as he hates the title.
There is also no hate between Harry and the rest of his family, as I have tried to show in this chapter, they are supportive of him. Despite not being able to cast magic.
Next Chapter: Into his Third Grade, Harry's life takes an interesting twist when he stumbles upon a blue jewel.
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