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Chapter 1


"That condescending prick!" = Normal Talking

'Damn that bastard!' = Thought

"Expelliarmus" = Spell


Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

"Like I said, yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it," said Hagrid.

The pair walked into a grand hall with about a hundred goblins sitting upon high stools each behind their own counter. The pair moved towards an empty counter. Hagrid moved forward before attracting the attention of the, seemingly preoccupied, Goblin with a cough. The Goblin looked up from the documents it was analysing. Harry could tell that the Goblin was annoyed with Hagrid; however, Hagrid was oblivious to the glare being directed towards him by the irritated Goblin. Without pause Hagrid spoke.

"Morning, we've come ter take some money outta Mr. Harry Potters safe."

The Goblin looked down at Harry, who immediately noticed that the Goblin was pondering something.

"And does Mr. Potter, have his key?" said the Goblin with a glint in his eye as if he was going to profit.

Harry wondered, for a split second, if he would have to pay for a new key. This thought however quickly ended when Hagrid spoke up.

"Ah, got it here somewhere," Hagrid said as he started to rummage through his many pockets occasionally pulling something random object in an attempt to rummage deeper, in search of the key.

Harry's eyes never left the Goblins face so he immediately noticed the shock of the Goblin. Harry was however unsure if it was due to the random objects being placed on the Goblins counter or due to Hagrid's possession of Harry's key. Harry was already planning on getting Hagrid to explain how he had his key however; he would do it later, as he did not want to create a scene in the busy bank. If there was one thing he had learned from the Dursley's, it was to never, make a scene.

"Got it!" Hagrid said at last as he held in his hand a tiny Golden Key. The Goblin grabbed the Key and inspected it closely.

"Seems to be in order," The Goblin said following a few seconds of inspection. The goblin moved his hand forward as if to hand back to key to Hagrid. The Goblins hand however moved past Hagrid's open palm as he handed the key to Harry. "This is a very important Key Mr. Potter. Make sure to keep it in your possession at ALL times. One would not want any incidents to happen."

The Goblin immediately motioned behind him. "Gornuk! Take Mr. Potter to the Potter Account Manager."

"Actually, we only need ter visit his vault. Also I have a letter here from Professor Dumbledore." Hagrid interrupted, importantly, "It's about the You-Know-What in Vault seven hundred thirteen."

The Goblin accepted the letter before reading it carefully.

"I see" The Goblin said he finished reading the letter. "Well Mr. Hagrid, I can understand that you probably wish to waste as little time as possible, especially considering the importance of the artefact. However, it is protocol that the Potter heir is presented to their account manager during their first arrival to Gringotts. I would recommend Mr. Hagrid that you go recover the artefact while Mr. Potter is speaking with his account manager."

"What!? No! I was instructed by Professor Dumbledore ter watch over Harry. I can't abandon him." Hagrid said resolutely though Harry could seem some hesitance on his face.

"Hagrid," Harry interjected, "I'll be fine. Go get your package. Weren't you the one who said that Gringotts was one of the safest places on Earth? In that case I should be fine." Harry said as he gave his best attempt at a reassuring smile.

"Ar-Are yeh sure?" Hagrid said unsure, "I mean Professor Dumbledore specifically told me to keep an eye on yeh."

"Yes Hagrid, I'm sure. Just as I am also sure, Dumbledore told you to protect this, mysterious artefact. It must be pretty important if they sent you." Harry complimented, slightly guilty about manipulating the friendly half-giant.

"Yeah, I guess, Dumbledore did tell me ter secure the stone as quickly as possible. Alright I'll go get it and then I will wait for yeh here. Just be Careful!" Said Hagrid as he followed the goblin summoned to take him to the vault.

Harry immediately turned back to the Counter Goblin that had long since gone back to analysing the documents. Harry was going to ask the Goblin where he should go except he noticed the Goblin that had been called for earlier, Gornuk if he remembered correctly, standing on the side.

Harry quickly moved towards Gornuk who motioned for Harry to follow. The silent walk took Harry through a side door into a hallway with countless doors. The pair walked forward for a while until they came to be in front of the door that said Potter Account Manager. The goblin performed a quick knock.

"Enter!" A voice rang out from inside. The Goblin quickly opened the door and walked in. Harry walked in after him. He quickly examined the insides of the office that looked similar to many muggle offices just without the technology. The only difference other than that were the weapons mounted on the walls. There was a Goblin sitting behind a desk who had so many wrinkles that he had to be old.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, I have been expecting you." The elderly Goblin, who Harry assumed to be the account manager, spoke with a surprisingly calming and deep voice. Gornuk quickly excused himself closing the door behind him as he left.

Harry quickly realised that he was being impolite. "Ah, I'm Harry; it's a pleasure to meet you." Harry was quickly hoping that the Goblin did not take offense due to his forgetfulness. Luckily the Goblin had either not noticed or rather did not care either way.

"Sit, Mr. Potter. I am Account Manager Ragrod. I have been managing the Potter vaults since the time of your grandfather. As per regulation I have to confirm the authenticity of your claim."

"Really? And how can that be confirmed?" Harry said suddenly nervous.

"It's a very simple procedure though there are two methods of going about confirming a persons claim. Usually in such circumstances a few drops of blood are obtained from the claimant and, through the use of certain confidential Goblin practices, they are analysed in order to ascertain the family of the claimant as well as the level of claim, the claimant possesses. This practice usually takes roughly a week due to the complex nature of these practices." The Goblin stopped speaking before looking at Harry expectantly.

Harry quickly realised what the old Goblin wanted from him and replied, "I don't think I will be able to use that method. I have no idea when I will be able to get back to Diagon Alley as I live with my norm- I mean muggle relatives who are very freaked by the idea of Magic." Harry couldn't help but, internally, snicker at the reversal of roles.

"Very well then, if you would follow me we'll see about that second method." The Goblin stood from his chair and began walking towards the door while motioned for Harry to follow him.

Harry stood and followed the goblin, silently, back down the hallway into the great hall. The hall was still as full as it had been before. Harry looked around wondering if Hagrid had returned yet but thankfully, he couldn't see Hagrid. He quickly followed the elderly Goblin, who quickly opened a door and motioned for Harry to enter.

As he entered, Harry couldn't help but assume that the room was a dead end due to the fact there was a steep downward slope. That assumption was quickly disproved when Ragrod snapped his fingers. As the snap echoed, a cart came hurtling down the rails surprising Harry who had not noticed the tracks.

At Ragrod's beckoning Harry quickly climbed into the cart. After Ragrod entered the cart immediately started moving, moving at a surprising speed. As the Cart rushed across the rails, Harry couldn't help but wonder, "Is this what a roller-coaster is like?"

"No, Mr Potter, the Gringotts carts are much faster than any muggle roller coaster." Ragrod replied, startling Harry who had unconsciously spoken his thoughts aloud. Harry was about to apologize when Ragrod spoke again "Are there any other questions you wish to ask me Mr Potter? We still have a a ways to go."

"Um I was wondering, where are we going?" Harry asked, having had the question in his head for a while but had been too shy to ask.

"Ah yes, I suppose I forgot to explain. We are currently headed towards your family vault. There is a method of quickly determining your bloodline there."

"Sorry that I can't go through the normal procedure." Harry didn't know why but he felt like he should apologize for breaking what was probably the standard protocols.

"It matters not Mr Potter. A visit to your family vault would still have needed to be done. There is a certain Potter initiation I have been instructed to perform should the family members be unable to perform it." The elderly Goblin explained.

"An initiation? What sort of initiation?"

"It mainly used to check if the Heir has the potential to perform the exclusive Potter Magic."

"An exclusive Potter magic? What kind of Magic is it?" Harry asked wondering about his families exclusive magic.

"I'm afraid, Mr Potter that there is not much I can tell you as I myself have not been made privy to what sort of magic it is. All I can tell you is that something unknown to me is required to perform that magic." The Goblin explained with, what Harry assumed was, an apologetic face.

"I see. Something, that exclusive is probably taught from parent to child. Guess that means I won't be able to learn it." Harry said as he once again felt sadness at missed opportunities.

"I'm afraid your wrong there Mr Potter." The Goblin said startling Harry. "While that is usually the case, your father would not have been able to teach you anything."

"What do you mean?" Harry said, wondering why his father wouldn't have been able to teach him Potter magic.

"I mean, Mr Potter, that James Potter lacked the ability to make use of the Potter Magic. The last person able to make use of the Potter magic was your grandfather and even then, I am told, he only had the bare minimum of what was necessary to make use of it. If you do end up with the ability to use the magic you still would have had to teach yourself." The goblin said as the Cart came to a stop. "Ah, it seems we have arrived."

Harry hadn't even noticed the time pass, but he quickly followed the goblin out of the cart. A large Bronze door stood in front of them protecting what he assumed was his Vault.

Harry quickly reached into his pockets and brought out his key so that they could open the door.

"There is no need for that, Mr Potter. That is the key to your trust vault not the family Vault."

"Really?" Harry said as put the key in his pocket. "A trust Vault? I have two Vaults?"

"Yes Mr. Potter. A trust vault is set up for heir of the family that are still underage and as such are, usually, unable to access the Family Vault. The money stored in those vaults are mostly used for schooling"

"What do you mean by usually?"

"Normally the underage heirs would be unable to access the family vault until they came of age however due to the instructions of the previous heads of the Potter family; the heir is allowed a limited amount of access. This amount of access allows for the removal of certain artefacts and tomes however it denies the withdrawal of the money stored in the main vault."

"So, how is the door opened? Do I need a key? As this is the only key I have."

"No there is no need for key. Due to the high level security of the Potter vaults, the Vault door does not make use of a key. Rather it makes use of blood."

"Blood!?" Harry said somewhat shocked, wondering if it required some sort of sacrifice.

"Whatever you're imagining is probably wrong," Ragrod said with a bemused face, "All that is required is a small amount of Potter blood. Simply place your hand on the door."

Harry moved forward his hand raised. After it came into contact with the metal he felt a slight prickling at the palm of his hand. He quickly pulled his hand back and noticed a small amount of blood at the palm of his hand. He looked up at the door and noticed that the small amount of blood that stuck to the door was reacting with the metal. Quickly, the blood was absorbed into the door and shortly afterwards the door started to open.

"Ah, I see, well then let me formally welcome you Heir Potter" Ragrod said.

Harry gazed into the shadowy vault and noticed something strange. It seemed lacking. There were no heaps of gold or emeralds or heaps of books. Just a pedestal in the centre of the room. Atop the pedestal, Harry could make out a book.

As Harry stepped into the vault a series of torches, adorning the walls, magically light up, illuminating the inside of the Vault. Harry could now see the book clearly. Its cover seemed to be made of dark red leather. As he got closer, he also noted that that the book possessed a latch on the side preventing the book from opening.

"Ah, good its still here!" Ragrod said as he noted the book on the pedestal. "This Heir Potter is the Potter Family Grimoire and it is the only way for you to find out if you are able to use the Potter family Magic."

"A Family Grimoire?" Harry couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Ah…of course you have no idea." Ragrod said coldly though one could detect a hint of what could have been sympathy. "A Family Grimoire is a book upon which a certain family records all the spells, items or potions created by the heads of the family or even certain notable creations of other members of the family. Only those Potters who possess the traits required to use the Potter Magic can open the Grimoire. All you need to do Heir Potter is attempt to open the Grimoire and we shall see if you possess the traits required."

Harry picked up the book and examined it. As he looked at it, he wondered how he failed to notice the huge white magic circle in the centre of the cover.

"Hey Ragrod, what is this circle?"

"I am afraid, that is not knowledge I possess. Your Grandfather himself did not know." Ragrod said.

"Really? But weren't the Potters the ones who created the grimoire?"

"Yes however this grimoire has been in the hands of the Potter family since its inception as such it is entirely possible that the information had simply not been written down and has long since been forgotten."

Harry seemed to accept that explanation as he drew his attention back to the Grimoire. He turned the book so that the clasp was facing him and as his hands moved forward to grab the clasp, he noted that he could see no layers of paper as if there were not multiple pages but rather a thick layer of paper.

As his hands made contact with the clasp, he felt something, 'A Pulse?'Harry could feel was strange, unknown, foreign. Harry couldn't help but feel as if its existence was unnatural, out of place. As the pulse moved from his hand into his upper body, all he could feel was it, everything else blurred away. That pulse slithered through him as it traversed from his hands into his chest, passing through every single organ in the way.

It slithered through his heart and lungs passing unhindered as if there was moving through air. It moved towards his abdomen, before it…stopped? It came into contact with something in the lower part of his chest. It felt circular 'like an orb', Harry thought, the pulse seemed to have been stopped unable to go further. It was pushing against the edge of the orb trying to enter, but seemingly being blocked.

Harry wondered, if this was the end of the line, before it once more pushed against the edge and slipped through into it. Harry could feel it, strange, unnatural, it was searching for something, something important, and apparently, it could be found in the orb. He focused on the orb wondering what it was. The pulse was spiralling in the orb, slowly more and more quickly before suddenly it vanished.

It was strange Harry, could still feel its presence, it was there, but it wasn't, he couldn't feel it in his body but he could tell it was still within him. He had no idea how long it took, how long he had been frozen there.

The latch opened with a clang. Harry's eyes widened from the sudden sound shocking him out of his focus. Looking at the book he noticed that the latch had opened.

"Ah.. wonderful Heir Potter it seems that you are in fact able to make use of the Potter Magic." Ragrod noted with… 'was that delight?' Harry couldn't help but wonder, before shaking his head, shaking the thought away. Looking down at the book, he turns the front cover, and was instantly confused. "What are these symbols?" Harry said shocked unable to understand anything that was written, turning to look at Ragrod he asks, "Can you make sense of this?"

"I'm afraid not Heir Potter. Word to the wise, it would be better to never show others the secrets of the Potters!" Ragrod said tensely after catching a look at the book.

"Ah, R-right, sorry!" Harry apologized.

"Unless I am remembering falsely, your grandfather left instructions further on in the vault." Ragrod spoke, still rather tense, as he moved forward to the back of the room. Harry following him noted the age of the back wall. Its mold signifying its old age. As Ragrod motioned Harry to place his hand upon the stone, there was no hesitation on Harry's part to extend his hand. As his hand made contact with the mouldy stone he felt a pulse from the orb in his abdomen. A split second after, the wall shook, as it started to recede to the right, leaving a doorway.

Looking into the room, Harry was stunned. Books upon books, with hundreds more upon shelves. Looking to the left he noted a large pile of valuable looking jewels. To the right he noted a large number of objects, some piled on the floor and other hung, however he could not make out what they were from the door way. His curiosity getting the best of him he stepped through the door way, into what he assumed was the main storage area of his family vault, moving towards the strange objects.

'Weapons?!' Harry was surprised, the strange objects were weapons, swords, axes and maces, he even saw a bow and some arrows. 'Why store weapons in the vault?' Harry couldn't help but wonder. He turned around intending to ask Ragrod why, but stopped when he noted that he had not entered through the door way. "Aren't you coming in?" Harry asked.

"No, Heir Potter. Goblins are under normal circumstances not even allowed to enter any vault much less the main chamber in a multi chamber vault. The only time when goblins are allowed to enter vaults is usually when they are checking for intruders. This is a special case as I was required to instruct you on how to enter as well as on the grimoire, however this is as far as I will go. There is nothing else I am required to instruct you in that requires me in there with you." Ragrod said, looking annoyed at even being there even turning around so as not to see what was in the chamber.

"Ah, of course, that makes sense, what did you say my grandfather left?" Harry said quickly trying to change the subjects, feeling like he should avoid speaking about what was in the vault and as such saved his question about the weapons.

"There should be a table further on in the vault past the bookshelves, I was instructed that the instructions are placed upon it." Ragrod instructed without looking at the vault.

Following the instructions Harry walked forward until he saw the table. It was a simple wooden table, there was even a wooden chair, he was surprised that it was even still standing, considering how long it had been in there. 'I wonder why that is? Maybe magic?' disregarding the thought for later, stepping closer he was able to note four things present on top of the table, two books, a piece of paper wrapped into cylinder form resting on top of one of the books and a glass tube with some clear liquid inside it closed with a cork.

Sitting down Harry reached for the piece of paper as he noted words written on it. He unrolled it and started to read.

Dear descendant,

I wonder how many generations divide us, or even if anyone will ever read this however I must remain hopeful for the future. I am Fleamont Potter, the 19th head of the Potter Family. If you are reading this that means that, hopefully, Ragrod has followed my instructions. If so this means that you hold the potential to perform the Potter Magic. This also means you are a descendant of mine. Hopefully you are my Grandson.

Otherwise it means that the Potter family has gone through many years without having the potential, which is quite the unfortunate loss of potential Knowledge. Unfortunately, I was born with very few circuits and my son James was born with none.

I suspect that this was due to the increasing lack of new blood entering the family, if that is the case then this should be my grandson as his mother would be introducing new blood into the family allowing for an incre-

Oh, I just realised I was about to start rambling, I apologize, I'll get back on track. There is not much I can say in this letter as it is not as secure as the books and grimoire however I instruct you to read the book that should be next to this letter it includes the basics of what you should know when starting to learn to use the Potter magic. Unfortunately, since you are most likely over the age of 11 it becomes more difficult for you. Usually the Circuits are activated quite early so they do not atrophy however nothing can be done about this as there are none in the family to activate them for you.

Read the book carefully it has everything you need to activate your circuits. After reading the book you should know what to do with the potion it should also be next to this letter, don't worry I performed a preservation charm on it so it should still be effective regardless of the time it's been here.

I think I have said all I have need to say. I wish you luck and I hope that the Potter family can grow again.

Fleamont Potter

19th Head of the Potter Family

P.S. Just remembered the book that was under the scroll is a dictionary, as you probably already noted the grimoire is not written in English. It's actually written in a language that was created by the Potters, mainly as an extra way to protect the family secrets. Which reminds me, never, EVER let an outsider get ANY knowledge from the grimoire, regardless of who it is, regardless of how close you are to them, the grimoire and the knowledge within are secrets of the Potter family and none outside the family are to know about them.

Harry couldn't believe it, it was a letter from his grandfather, he didn't read it one, or twice, but three time, imagining what his grandfather would have sounded like and he began to read it the fourth time until...

"Heir Potter, I must remind you that we are limited in Time! I apologize but I must ask that you hurry." Ragrod's voice said sounding from the doorway shocking Harry from his day dream. "Right! I'll be right out!" Harry said apologetic as he grabbed the two books, the, what must have been, potion and the letter and went back to the doorway.

"Heir Potter we should hurry, I received word that a Mr. Hagrid has returned and he is waiting for you in the foyer. Did you wish to retrieve some gold from your trust vault as well? We can pass by on the way?" Ragrod said with a hint of apology.

"If its not too much trouble, then yes. That was the original purpose of coming to Gringotts." Harry said remembering the reason he had come with Hagrid.

"Come then Heir Potter. make sure not to drop anything from the cart, you will probably never find it again." Ragrod said as he directed Harry to an awaiting cart, vault closing automatically behind them.

Harry gripped the Grimoire, books, and letter tightly to his chest with one hand, and the potion carefully in the other. Harry quickly realised that he would need to get a bag soon. Entering the Cart, he was careful that the potion hit nothing not wishing to lose it. After both of then stepped into the cart it sped off. A short while later it stopped.

Ragrod stepped out first, "Your key, Heir Potter." He requested. Harry, still a little paranoid from the advice given to him by the counter Goblin, still handed over the key though a little reluctant.

Grasping the key Ragrod moved to the vault door and after finding the hidden latch, he unlocked the door. The door swung open by itself and Harry had a fantastic view of the mounds of gold, the columns of sliver and the heaps of bronze.

"That's all yours Heir Potter." Ragrod said after noticing Harry stunned face. "Might I assume Heir Potter that you are not familiar with Wizarding currency?" Ragrod said already knowing the answer. Harry nodded his head to indicate the statement was correct, still stunned at the amount of gold.

"Well the Heir Potter, the Gold coins are Galleons, the Silver coins are sickles and the Bronze are Knuts. They are valued in that order, Galleons are the most valued and Knuts are the least valued. Seventeen sickles to galleon, twenty-nine Knuts to a sickle. One galleon is roughly 5 muggle pounds."

"I need a Bag." Harry said realizing that his pockets would not be enough.

"Indeed." Ragrod stating pulling a Bag out, of a Pouch attacked to his waist, which somehow Harry had not noticed. "Would you like a Gringotts Extendable Money Bag, Heir Potter? it only costs 5 Galleons." Ragrod said with a Glint in his eyes.

Harry had a feeling he was being charged extra because he couldn't reject it, however he couldn't reject it. However, if he was going to be made to buy it he would find out as much about it as he could. "What does an Extendable Money Bag mean?" Harry questioned, moving forward, into the vault to grab a couple gold coins.

"It is a bag, that had an extension charm performed on it, which extends the internal dimensions of the bag, without affecting the exterior. In this case as it is a money bag, you can place a lot of coins within it, and you will be able to pull out the needed amount without having to count." Ragrod explained as he handed over the Bag in exchange for the 5 galleons. "Might I recommend buying another Bag for your books, Heir Potter?" Ragrod proposed with a glint in his eyes.

"I thought those were only for money?" Harry said wondering if it could also be used for other items.

"Those are for money only however there are other bags that can store within them anything, of course they are more expensive." Ragrod explained the glint in his eyes even more pronounced.

Harry looked at the books clutched tightly at his chest, his arms where starting to hurt from holding them so tightly. 'I do need a bag for these, but will it be worth it?'

"How much does it cost?"

"13 Galleons." Ragrod said immediately.

"What!? That's almost 3 times the price of the other!" Harry said shocked.

"A Proper Extension Bag can store anything up to 50 kilograms much better than a Money bag." Ragrod said.

"Still, it's a little expensive, how about 10 galleons since I already bought the money bag?" Harry said still reluctant.

"13 Galleons!" Ragrod said resolute.

"11 Galleons!" Harry said still reluctant.

"12 Galleons it is." Ragrod said with a smirk. Harry had a feeling he was still being charged much more than the actual prize but there was not much he could do about it especially since it was his first day in the wizarding world.

"Fine." Harry said dejected as he grabbed 12 galleons from the vault and handed it over to the smirking Goblin.

In response, the handing over of the money, Ragrod reached into his pouch, and pulled out a man's shoulder Bag.

Looking at the bag Harry felt slightly better as it seemed decent quality. Taking it from the Goblin, he stored the books and Grimoire in it. Looking at the potion he wondered if it would be safe in the bag.

"Is it alright to store potions in the bag?" Harry asked.

"It will be acceptable, as the potion bottle was charmed to be unbreakable." Ragrod said after analysing the bottle.

Harry then placed the Potion in the bag and closed it.

Moving back into the vault he grabbed a heap of galleons and stuffed them into the money bag. He then decided to also have on hand some sickles and Knuts, grabbing handfuls of each and putting them in the bag.

"Are you done, Heir Potter?"

"Yeah, let's go back, we have been here for a while. I don't want to keep Hagrid waiting even more." Harry said starting to feel sorry.

"Of course." Ragrod said as he motioned for Harry to step into the cart.

The journey on the way back was silent. it didn't take to long for them to arrive back to the foyer.

When he arrived, he noted Hagrid coming in through the doors of the Bank.

"Ah! Harry, yeh didn't wait long did yeh? I had to grab a pick me up from the Leaky cauldron. Those carts don't agree with me." Hagrid said and Harry was able to see that he still looked slightly sick. 'Guess the carts are not for everyone' Harry though having completely enjoyed the cart ride.

"No Hagrid, we actually just got back. Sorry we made you wait. We had to go down to my family vault. My Grandfather left a letter." Harry said telling a half-truth.

"No worries! Its fine, as long as everything is in order. We still have time for everything." Hagrid said smiling.

"Did you get what you came for Hagrid?" Harry said not seeing anything on his person.

"Yep." Hagrid said while he unconsciously patted his chest. "We should get going we have quite a few items to purchase."

"Right." Harry said before turning to Ragrod, who looked anxious to leave. "Thanks."

"Just doing my Job Heir Potter. Do visit again if you have any queries about the Potter Holdings." Ragrod said as he turned and left.


"So, what should we buy first Hagrid?"

"Maybe a Trunk. So yeh can place everything in it when yeh buy it." Hagrid explained.

"Alright, lead the way."

Harry followed Hagrid as they made their way right from the entrance of Gringotts before shortly arriving in front of a store named, Boxon's Trunk Emporium.

"Here we are. Best trunks around." Hagrid said as they entered the shop.

It was surprisingly empty, especially considering the number of people in the alley. there were only a few people browsing the trunks on display.

"Hagrid!? Is that you!?" A voice yelled out. it was coming from behind the counter.

"Boxon! Haven't seen yeh in a while. How are the wife and kids?" Hagrid responded jovially, it seems they were well acquainted.

"Kids are alright, their accidental magic is becoming annoying though. The wife is the same as usually, a pain in my ass!" The man who must have been Boxon replied coming out from behind the counter to stand in front of Hagrid. "Damn good to see you Hagrid. What brings you here? Finally need the Scamander Package?" Boxon said with a wink.

"Don't need it. The forbidden forest is more than enough. No, I'm just helping him get a trunk." Hagrid said as he patted Harry on the back.

Boxon looked down at Harry as if just seeing him. He froze for a split second most likely having seen the scar before smiling, "Of course. Going to Hogwarts I assume?"

Harry nodded silently.

"Well then you have a few options. what would you rather a single compartment or multiple?"

Unsure of what that meant Harry asked, "What the benefit of having multiple?"

"Having multiple compartments is essentially the same as having multiple different trunks in the same trunk. With you being able to switch between the compartments." Boxon explained rather jovially.

Harry wondered on which to choose before eventually, "it seems like the multiple compartments is the most efficient but how expensive is it?"

"Well it also depends on what charms you place on it. with the usual bundle of the unbreakable charm, feather lights charm, and trying it to you so it only works for you, it would usually come around to 20 galleons however since you are Hagrid's friend I'll drop it down to 10 galleons" Boxton said jovially, Harry had a feeling that being Hagrid's friend was not the only reason for the discount, but Harry was not one to rejects a 50% discount.

"Alright. I'll take one with three compartments then."

"Wonderful, I'll go get one from the Back now." Boxon said jovially as he hurried to the back.

"He's very…Jovial." Harry said.

"Well of course. He realised who you were. His sis' died in the War, You-Know-Who actually killed her himself, so it's obvious he would be grateful when you were the one who got rid of him." Hagrid said.

"But I didn't do an- "Harry stopped as he saw Boxon came back from the back carrying a Black trunk.

"Here you are," he said as he placed it on the counter. "It's got Unbreaking and Feather-light as advertised and after you put your hand on the lock it will lock to you, meaning only you will be able to open it and use it. Is that all?" Boxon asked still with a jovial smile on his face.

"Yep, here is the 10 Galleons," Harry said as he pulled them from his bag.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Boxon said as he leaned in closer to Harry, "Could I maybe shake your hand?" He asked whispering. Harry didn't actually feel like it but, reached forward anyway. Surprisingly the handshake was short, maybe to prevent the other patrons from realising anything who he was. Boxon still looked extremely happy however and that at the very least made Harry smile.

Their business concluded they left, realising that it would be more efficient to split up Hagrid dropped Harry at Madam Malikins and went to buy Harry's equipment.

"Hogwarts, Dear?" The squat Witch, who must have been Madam Malkin, said immediate after he came in. "Got the Lot here, another Young Man just finished being fitted actually. Come along." She said as she motioned Harry to follow her. In the back of the shop a boy with a pale face and platinum blond hair was being handed some folded robes. On his way to the counter, when he passed Harry he inclined his head in greeting before continuing onwards.

Madam Malkin stood him on a stool and slipped a long robe over his head and started to pin it to the right shape. She was moving quite fast. Her experience showed, she didn't take long before finishing.

"Your done dear." she finally said as she stepped back. "That'll be 20 Galleons." She smiled as she handed him the robes. Handing over the Galleons he took the Robes and stepped outside. Looking down the alley he saw Hagrid on his way. He had purchased the equipment he needed for his subjects.

They headed over to Flourish and Blotts in order to purchase the School Books. On the way, there they also purchased some Parchment, Quills and Ink. Harry still couldn't understand why they didn't use pens.

They didn't spend a lot of time in the book shop. It was quite simple to get the books, all they had to do was ask the shop clerk. Harry did have a short look around but the clerk didn't take long to come with the books, they must have them pre-prepared. After books, they headed over to the apothecary. Just the smells were horrific enough that it made Harry want to leave as quickly as possible. Quickly buying the supplies they left.

Outside the Apothecary, Hagrid checked Harry's list. "Only the wand left. Oh, right I need to buy yeh a Birthday Present."

Starting to blush harry quickly said "Hagrid, you don't have to."

"Oh, I know, I want to thou', Tell yeh what I'll get yeh an animal. Hmm, what should I get yeh? Toads went out of fashion a long time ago, don't like cats, bloody buggers make me sneeze. I know, I'll get yeh an owl, they are dead useful, carry yer mail an' everything."

They went to Eeylops Owl Emporium and after twenty minutes came out with a cage holding in it, a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing. Harry was feeling so emotional, he couldn't even thank Hagrid properly, his words coming out sounding like Professor Quirrell.

"Ah, Don' mention it," Hagrid said Gruffly, "I know yeh probably didn't get a lotta of presents from them Dursleys. Now there is just Ollivanders left, best place for wands."

That was definitely something that Harry had been waiting for a while, a magic wand.

Stepping into the narrow shabby shop, didn't look like much but when he stepped in he felt as if there was a sudden change. The very dust and silence there seemed to tingle with some strange magic.

"Good Afternoon" A voice said softly shocking Harry.

An old man was standing there with his pale wide shining like a pair of moons through the gloom present in the shop.

"Ah yes, yes. It thought I would be see you soon Mr Potter. You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work." Ollivander moved closer to Harry.

"Your father, on the other hand, favoured a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favoured it - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course"

"Ah and that's where…" "Ollivander said as he touched the Lighting scar on his forehead.

"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it. Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do..."

"Well Now, Mr. Potter. Let me see." He said pulling out a long measuring tape from his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"Er- well, my right hand I guess." Harry said assuming him to mean his dominant hand.

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He started measuring Harry's arm. "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand." Ollivander said as the tape continued measuring by itself, him flitting around the shelves taking down boxes.

"That will do." He said and the tape crumpled to the floor.

"Right then Mr. potter. Try this wand." Ollivander said as he handed Harry the wand. "Give it a wave"

It was only in his hands a few seconds but Ollivander snatched it away and handed him another.

"Maple and phoenix feather, seven inches. Quite whippy, Try-"

Harry did try but he barely had time to raise the wand before it was too taken. This continued for a while. Harry being handed a wand he would raise it and it would be taken away. With each wand Harry was becoming more dejected, however the opposite could be said for Ollivander who sees to get happier with each wand.

"Tricky customer, eh. Not to warry we'll find a perfect march her somewhere. I wonder, now…yes, why not… Holly and Phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

The moment he took the wand he felt a force shoot from the orb in his abdomen, through his arm into the wand. He raised it and a stream of gold and blue sparks shot from the wand like a firework.

Hagrid began to whoop and clap. Even Ollivander exclaimed "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well... how curious... how very curious... "he said.

Harrys curiosity aroused he asked, "what's curious?"

"I remember every wand I have sold, Mr. Potter. Every single one. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather in in your wand, gave only another feather, just one. It curious that you would be the one destined for that wand when it was its brother that gave you that scar."

Harry swallowed looking down at the wand.

"I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter… after all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things – terrible yes, however great."

Harry handed over the seven galleons for the wand and left the store.

On their way back, now that they had everything they came for. Passing through the leaky cauldron. Harry didn't speak, not even when they walked down the road, and to the underground. He didn't even realise when they arrived at Paddington station. He only realised when Hagrid tapped him on his shoulder.

"Here Harry, yer ticket fer Hogwarts," Hagrid said handing Harry an envelope. "First o' September - King's Cross - it's all on yer ticket. Any problems with the Dursleys, send me a letter with yer owl, she'll know where to find me... See yeh soon, Harry" He said before waving goodbye as the train Harry was taking pulled out of the station.

It was starting to become dark when he arrived back to the Dursleys. Harry grabbed the key that was hidden under the mat and opened the door. It looked like the Dursleys had not yet arrived. Closing the door, he headed up to his room. Setting everything down in the trunk he opened his extendable bag and removed the books and potion. Both of the books had no title with a blank dark cover. He grabbed one of them at random and cracked it open resolute to read as much as possible before he had to go to sleep.

"What are Magic Circuits?"


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