Over the next 4 years Harry trained as he grew up with his family, Tippy had bonded with him after removing the taint in his scar and acted as a surrogate mother right next to Dorea. Dorea taught Harry potions, charms and care of magical creatures, while Charlus taught him politics, family history, and runes. Dorea instilled in him the love of learning, having been a former unspeakable. Fleamont Potter, Harry's great-grandfather, taught Harry DADA and transfiguration. Dorea Potter née Black had one of the most noticeable influences in Harry's life teaching him loyalty to family and how to be a sneaky cunning snake, something he took quite literally as he found out that he was a parselmouth. Euphemia Potter, Fleamont's wife, taught Harry the process of becoming an animagus as well as Arithmancy. Harry also studied 5 different languages from varying portraits. The Potters had been able to keep their pureblood status without inbreeding by marrying purebloods from other countries, thus increasing both their influence and power. He ended up learning Italian, French, Bulgarian, Latin and Spanish. Sadly, Lily and James had not had any portraits made, thus Harry couldn't talk to them. However, Charlus and Dorea tried to make up for it by telling him stories of James' childhood. Everyone in the family agreed that Harry would make it into Slytherin, especially with the persona he adopted when going out in public, always in a glamor, of course, he radiated a cold, yet powerful presence, making people move out of his way.

Just to further cement everyone's belief, on Harry's 11th birthday Harry achieved his first full Animagus transformation, becoming a fox. As Dorea had eloquently put it, "It's perfect! A fox is sly, cunning and resourceful. And don't forget how cute it is, you'll pick up a bunch of girls that way!" Dorea added as an afterthought causing Harry to blush and Euphemia to fall into a fit of giggles. Later that day as Harry was eating lunch a house elf appeared holding a letter. "Master Harry, your Hogwarts letter has arrived." The elf said, clad in its black uniform with the Potter crest over its chest. "Thank you Chippy, please pen a reply saying I'll be attending," Harry responded as he finished the last of his sandwich. The elf bowed and popped away to do as he had been instructed. "Gran, Gramps? Should I get another wand or stick with the Potter Family wand?" Harry asked his parents who were previously arguing about the most practical animagus transformation. He was, of course, referencing the wand that all Lord Potters used as either their primary or secondary wand, it had a heartstring of a Hebridean black dragon, combined with crushed nundu fang, it's wood was that of an elder tree, supposedly the same one used to make the elder wand.

"Whatever you want Harry, however, I recommend going to Knockturn Alley and getting a custom made wand, it won't have a trace and then you can pick between the two and use the other as your second," Charlus answered. Dorea nodded in agreement, having slipped back into her frame.

"Harry, when you're at Gringotts ask to go to room 14, I set up a meeting with Arcturus, just listen to what he has to say before you do anything please." Harry simply nodded, "Well bye guys, I'm going to get going. Oh one question though, can I bring you guys to Hogwarts?"

"I don't see why not," Fleamont replied with a shrug.

Diagon Alley

Harry stepped outside of the grand marble bank, a bit shaken. First, there was his talk with Lord Black, Arcturus. Not to mention those pesky goblins. Seriously he just had to have an inheritance ritual? Oh well, he thought to himself, time to start shopping. His first stop was Madam Malkins since he already had a Potter family trunk, it held 3 room-sized compartments, a dueling room, a potions lab and a library. Another 3 compartments were about the size of a twin bed for lots of storage. The final compartment was a regular size and was the first to be seen in case a muggle got their hands on the trunk. Of course, they would never be able to open it thanks to both the password protection and blood magic lock, something that only opened for those of Potter blood. In Madam Malkins he collected 3 sets of dress robes, all made of fine acromantula silk. All three were black, two had forest green trimmings and another had silver trimmings. He also collected his Hogwarts robes which were also made of acromantula silk. On top of that, he got a second pair of dragon hide gloves, Hungarian Horntail, since his current ones were getting worn down. He didn't bother with the course books since he had his mother's books, all of which had helpful annotations in them.

Harry sneered at the cauldron requested. It was a very basic, half-decent cauldron. Harry hadn't been allowed to start using a wand until he was 8, which meant for a little over 6 months he learned only magical theory. However, he was allowed to do practical work in runes and potions, both of which became instant favorites of his. Thus, Harry picked up a silver cauldron, standard size 3, after all, why not keep some potion for himself?

Finally, after buying the rest of his supplies, including a potions master set of ingredients he headed to knockturn alley, radiating confidence and entered the wand shop. He chuckled internally as he thought about the apothecary owner's reaction to him buying a potions master set of ingredients, but Harry was one of their best customers so they got him the ingredients he wanted.

Post Diagon Alley Trip

Harry walked into his room a bit shaken, first his talk with Arcturus, or Lord Black, as Harry had called him at first. Then there was the whole wand thing, 3 cores?! Really, as if his life wasn't dramatic enough, and to make things even better it just had to be a nundu heartstring, a basilisk scale, and a phoenix feather, a phoenix that had not been seen for 500 years and was said that it would come back when it's feather was used. Harry just sighed as he sat down on his bed, foregoing undressing and just falling asleep instantly.

September 1st, Platform 9 ¾

Harry approached the scarlet red engine at a moderate pace, his eyes scanning the crowd. He had arrived about twenty minutes early to get a decent seat. Harry had already said goodbye to Tippy and his grandparents and great-grandparents portrait were residing in the trunk which he was levitating to the train, having forgone a trolley. Harry nimbly hopped on the train, found an empty compartment and started reading a fifth year's potions book, having already finished the previous four years thanks to his grandmother. The emerald eyed boy hung his owl cage on a hook having already sent Hedwig, his snowy owl, ahead when the door slid open. Harry immediately brought on his icy persona as a red-haired boy with dirt on his nose came in. "Hey, can I sit here? Everywhere else is full." He said as he started to make his way into the compartment.

"Clearly that can't be the case as this is a magical train, meaning in it can expand magically." Harry bit out in a sharp cold voice. "Nonetheless, I was just leaving, next time it might do for you to learn some manners." Harry finished as he stalked out of the room, levitating his trunk and cage behind him. As Harry made his way to the front of the train, looking for an empty compartment he noticed a chocolate brown haired girl trip and fall. He quickly bent down to help her up when he noticed her chocolate brown eyes, Hmm… chocolate colored hair and eyes must be a Davis, he thought to himself. "Heiress Davis, I presume?" The black-haired boy asked as he helped her up. "Hmm? Oh yes, that's me, Tracey Davis. And you are…?"

She replied as she started to brush herself off. "That is none of your concern," Harry replied coldly, unbeknownst to him, this was something that the girl immediately picked up on and related him to one of her best friends. "Ooooh, you're interesting, follow me." And with that Tracey grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a nearby compartment.

Harry followed her into the compartment, immediately taking notice of 3 of the other 6 people sitting. There was Neville Longbottom, a slightly chubby brown haired boy, next to him was Susan Bones, the niece of the head of the DMLE, she had strawberry red hair and also had a bit of baby fat.

Across from Susan was a girl with dirty blond hair named Hannah Abbott. All three were the heirs to ancient and powerful houses. On the other side of Neville sat Blaise Zabini, a very tan skinned boy with cold calculating eyes yet still seemed full of mirth. Tracey took a seat between Hannah and another girl with golden blond hair, pulled back into a ponytail and piercing blue eyes that made you want to shiver in fear. Harry simply smirked, used to such a cold persona and without realizing it, said ancient words that had been part of a mantra used by the houses of Bones, Potter, Longbottom, and Abbot for as long as any could remember. "Where one goes three shall follow, Where one falls, three shall take revenge."

Hannah, Neville, and Susan looked at him in shock before repeating the mantra, much to the other three's confusion. "Heir Potter I presume?" Neville asked, immediately allowing his pureblood training to kick in.

"Actually it's Lord Potter-Heir Black and a whole bunch of other titles, but that's a long story. Well met, Heir Longbottom." Harry replied holding out a hand to shake which Neville accepted. "Heiress Abbott, Heiress Bones, a pleasure to meet you." Harry continued to take each of their hands and kissing their knuckles.

"What was that all about?" Tracey asked dumbfounded. "Well as you may or may not know the houses of Potter, Longbottom, Abbott, and Bones have had an incredibly strong alliance for as long as anyone can remember, that phrase was their mantra, so to speak, each of our families know it and uphold it, we fight together no matter what," Susan replied. "It's actually been around since the time of the founders," Harry added,

"Oh, where are my manners? Heiress Davis, Heiress Greengrass, Mr..."

"Zabini." The tanned boy offered. "Blaise Zabini. We're from Italy, only moved here about 100 years ago."

"Ah, my apologies, you know Miss Greengrass," Harry started, looking over at the blond haired girl whose blue eyes had a cold calculating look, "that's not gonna work on someone who has perfected such an icy persona." As if to prove a point Harry's emerald eyes narrowed into slits showing a coldness that none could have thought possible for an 11-year-old and his smirk disappeared, the temperature of the compartment even seemed to drop a few degrees making everyone give an involuntary shudder.

To everyone's surprise, Daphne only gave a smirk, before replying "Hello fellow Slytherin."