Hey everyone,
Here it is! I told you that I was planning to make an epilogue to The Cooper Clan and then start a new story and this is it! Hopefully with this one having a chapter for you to read, you will get somewhat of an idea of what I had planned. It pains me to say, but my muse for A Cooper Family is pretty damned dead.
I lie the blame to this fact in two reasons: 1. Clockwerk – sorry, but that guy is such a menace and while I do want to come true to the whole "A Cooper encounters the Honeymoon Killer Gem" idea, do I just NOT feel any good way to see this done. 2. I want to make a believable OC villain and I'm coming up ultimately blank.
Hope you understand,

Venquine1990

Chapter 01
My Life So Far

My name is Harry James Potter. Yet at the same time do I sincerely doubt whether or not that is my real name. Why do I doubt this? Because when I look in the mirror I do not see the same hero everyone else does. I don't even see a human being when I look in the mirror, which I rarely do for this reason exactly.
No, when I look in the mirror I see a grey furred hybrid of a fox and a raccoon, the inside of my face, body and arms being grey furred and the outer edges slowly turning into some orange brown color. My eyes are also not the emerald green everyone says they are. When I look in the mirror, I see a pair of hazelnut brown eyes.
Now normally, this would make people say: "You are all your father." As James Potter had hazel eyes himself, yet all the other features I see on my person when looking into a mirror prove different, especially seeing that I never saw any animalistic hints on either James or Lily Potter if I were to gaze into my photobook.

And it's not just with myself that I am seeing hints of this as my semi-close friend Neville Longbottom has the ears and tail of a Husky, along with his parents – of who I was able to find a picture a few years ago. At the same time does Susan Bones have the ears and tail of an Albino white Jaguar and Tracy Davis those of a Desert fox.
All of these traits – along with many others that I don't get the chance to see everyday – have interested and intrigued me, yet it was my first Christmas at Hogwarts that things took a really interesting twist regarding my life as, when I looked in the mirror, it allowed me to speak a half-lie to my Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
The man had been correct to assume that I saw my parents when gazing into the mysterious power of the mirror, yet it had not been Lily and James that I saw, but rather an orange-brown furred Fox and a grey furred Raccoon, both of them with brown eyes and with a god 5 dozen more raccoons standing behind the one next to me.

This had made me know that whoever it was that I was seeing, this raccoon had a really large family and still it's the way that the two look at me from the other side of the mirror along with how the fox was softly petting the fur on my head and the way that the Raccoon's eyes shone in pride that made me know the Headmaster was half right.
I had visited this mirror for three days in a row before the man caught me and when I left him alone with the enchanted piece of decorations, had I caught a glimpse of the Raccoon even when from afar and had the animal muttered the word Cooper to me, making me realize that, to find out about his family, I would have to find this name.
Yet my searches had bee very much futile, mostly because they are practically non-existent with how Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger constantly keep me busy and how the adventures we've been through while at Hogwarts have kept me on my toes and without any real chance to find anything regarding that name.

Second year at Hogwarts had allowed me a little more leverage regarding the name, but it still wasn't enough to make one want to write home about it as the name definitely came up in countless books, but there was never a description or a reference to another tome or book found in any of the texts I had been scurrying that year.
Third year, however, had more or less given me exactly the chance I had wanted as it gave me a man that could travel outside of Privet Drive, Diagon Alley and Hogwarts without being watched – mostly because to him being watched meant getting caught and that was a risk even Sirius Black was not willing to take.

I had told the man of my findings while Hermione tended to the newly released Buckbeak, warned him of how this new information could possibly lead him to having the ability of seeing the world as it truly was; a mix of humanoid animals and humans and asked him to look for anyone and everyone who could be named Cooper.
By this time, miraculously enough, had I actually managed to get the names of the two people I had seen in the Mirror of Erised, so I had asked the man to find one Raccoon named Sly Cooper and one Fox named Carmelita Cooper-Fox. The man had been shocked, but had understood my request and accepted the task ahead.

During the summer of my fourth year did I get even more of a chance to get what I want as Ron's brothers, Bill and Charlie had come all the way from Egypt and Romania to England for the World Cup and had even stayed for the rest of the fortnight after, allowing for me to meet the both of them in the room they shared.
There I had told them everything, of what I saw when looking in the mirror, of how I had been seeing this since I was little, of what I saw when looking at others – I had assured them they weren't included in that group – and of how I had tried and failed to find any real information on the name Cooper in my last three years of searching.
The both of them had understood my need to get this info and had promised me to search up whatever they could, me telling Bill about Slytunkhamen the first and Second and telling both of them about Sir Galleth who had lived in England. The two had been happy to have a few leads and have been searching since.

A few months later, I had met with my godfather again, but because of my entrance to the Tri-Wizard Tournament and the approach of the First Task, had I withheld myself from inquiring the man about his findings, something I hadn't done when meeting him in February a year later and the man's info had been slightly lacking.
He had asked me if he could increase the search party as he was currently much too worried about me and my survival through the tournament, but I had told him not to include Lupin as the man had been proven untrustworthy by telling me he was sure we would meet again soon and had yet to even send me a single letter since.
Sirius had understood my reasons not to trust Lupin and I had assured him that I would find a way we could get all of this solved. And I had indeed been able to do so as the Weasleys had invited themselves as representatives of my family before the Third Task, allowing me another chance to meet with their eldest, Bill.

I had told the man of how I had a third person searching for more direct links to the name Cooper and while the man had been able to give me some papers that had lots and lots of information on Ancient Coopers – such as one named Salim El-Kupar – had the man understood and agreed to my needs for a Trust Oath Contract.
He had assured me he would get as many as possible and that he would also continue searching for more recent Coopers. Then, after the Third Task had come and gone, the drama of Voldemort had passed and Dumbledore had asked Sirius to find the – as he called it – Old Crowd, had I seized a last chance when the man hugged me.
I had held him close and whispered: "I'm arranging Trust Oath Contracts. Get as many people you feel trustworthy as possible." As I was no fool and had already seen a way for me to finally meet with these two strange creatures in the mirror so long ago the minute Dumbledore mentioned some names that sounded powerful.

Bill had also winked at me after hugging his mother and telling Dumbledore he would inform his father about the changes in life that had taken place that night and the wink had, while indiscernible to anyone else, told me exactly what Bill hadn't dared say with words in such a crowded room: "I'll take care of it."
That is now a good month and a half later and while my stay at Privet Drive had been boring, irritating and downright heart-wrenching at times, as my little receiving of intel made me wonder if I really had friends, was I no fool and did I notice right on the second day of my stay that I was being watched and followed.
Yes, my senses regarding the outside world have been greatly stronger than that of the average to slightly-above average human and while I know this is partially due to my actual true form, does it also come with the bonus that I had been able to impress the so-called transport party that had been send my way after the attack.

I had done this by picking the lock on my door after hearing the voices that sounded from downstairs as clear as if they were in my room instead of a floor below me and the instinctual skill to pick locks had made it easy for me to reach the staircase connecting the two floors before those below me, allowing me time to relax.
The darkness that the group had tried to use in their advantage hadn't been a problem for me either as my eyes had always, since I was just a wee little baby, been able to see through even the thickest forms of darkness and shadows and while the group had realized almost too late that I was leaning a floor above them, did I say:
"About time you guys showed some faces. I've been wondering about those so-called pursuers of mine for a good month now." And everyone had halted in shocked silence before one of them asked: "You mean, you mean you –?" And while checking out my fingernails, had I asked: "Knew you were there? The entire time."

"Why didn't you tell us this, lad?" A gruff voice had accused me, but I had airily replied: "You hadn't either now, had you?" And the man, who I know is the real Alastor Moody, had grumbled before a man that only my godfather trusted had asked me: "Harry, how were you able to see or sense us? We were using spells to hide ourselves."
To this I had rolled my eyes and asked: "Do spells hide people from your senses, Professor. Cause they sure don't hide them from mine and I already knew my senses were on par with yours." The man had been shocked to hear this, yet I had not cared and had instead just asked: "So other than revealing yourselves, why are you here?"
And the answer that they were here to bring me to Headquarters had intrigued and bored me and I had asked: "And why now and not at the same time as my friends? Do you guys really think me that stupid that, reading their letters, makes me not know that they are reading off of each other's letters and thus staying together?"
The group had been a little embarrassed at being caught like this and while Moody had grumbled that we didn't have time for this, had I just waved the guy away with a soft: "Whatever, let's just go." Shocking the man before I had send them all a look that clearly stated I was far from done when it came to getting my answers.

The look had shocked the lot of them and while I wonder what they are expecting out of me and whether or not they even trusted me, had I packed what little I had unpacked from my trunk during summer, including the little bit of loot I had actually been able to swipe from villagers right under their noses and left my room again.
The flight back had not been enjoyable as I am a very decent flyer, but I never like being in the air for too long. Up high and above everyone else, yes, but hours on a broom is a different story and made me glad to land at what is known as the Headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix; a name I find is much too obvious to be real.
Meeting with my supposed friends hadn't done any good for my mood either and while I hadn't shouted at them, had I definitely shown them my displeasure at the fact they found Dumbledore and his orders more important and valuable than their friendship with me, something which had made both of them cringe without me caring.

Now, I am in the basement room of the house, have just met the painting depicting the mother of my godfather and have been given the chance to be with my true human parent yet again. I also saw Bill take some papers away and the look I had shared with him had told us both everything; time for the truth to come out at last.

And yes, there I end it!
Next chapter will be Bill handing out the Trust Oath Contracts, a little bit of Molly Bashing as she will stick her mouth where it doesn't belong, so to say, and will have Harry get the information he so desperately desires – and help from a source that isn't actually at Headquarters with him, but who already signed the contract.
Hope you like it so far and if you do, let me know as I am just tingling to add that little epilogue to The Cooper Clan and start this one instead. Like I said, A Cooper Family is practically dead when it comes to inspiration and while I find it very incredible that I have some HP-inspiration, do I fear it might not last very long.
Wish me luck,

Venquine1990
PS. Three New Stories In One Day? HELLO!