A/N In Sept 2015, JKR changed Harry's paternal grandparents names from Charlus and Dorea Potter to Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. I prefer Charlus and Dorea, so these new names are now just their middle names. Lily's parents were never killed in any car accident, nor were they killed by Death Eaters. In this AU they are still alive.
The following September, and only because Harry had been seen by the neighbours in the garden, Petunia really had no choice but to enroll Harry at the local school. If she hadn't the neighbours would have started asking awkward questions. So Petunia told the school staff that the boys name was Harry Potter, his birthday was July 31st 1980, he was an orphan, his parents were killed because they were drinking and driving and that was when Harry got that awful scar on his forehead. He really was not a very nice boy. He was always doing things to get her precious son Dudley into trouble.
Harry had not directly been taught his colours, shapes, letters and numbers. but being an intelligent boy, he had overheard and absorbed enough from Dudley's lessons given him by Petunia, for Harry to get by. Finally he discovered what his real name was and how old he was. He was Harry Potter and he was 5 years old.
At school, Dudley started up a new game now that he was no longer under his mothers eyes. He called it Harry hunting. He and his buddies, would chase Harry and when they caught him, Harry would be kicked and pushed and generally beaten up. If you were to ask Dudley why he did this, it was because Harry was a freak. But if you were to ask Dudley in what way was Harry a freak, Dudley could only say that he didn't know. He was only doing what his parents said he could do.
As a result of this new game of Harry hunting. Harry's running speed got faster and so did his dodging skills. If you were to ask Harry why he did not fight back, he would say that it was against school policy and that the school had a zero tolerance to fighting. The next logical question to ask would be, then why are the teachers not doing something about Dudley's hitting you. Harry's response would be, because I don't tell them. The next question would naturally be, and why do you not tell them? Harry's reply was logical from a 5 year olds point of view. Because then Dudley would just hit me more and even worse at home. Staying quiet avoids most of the damage.
Because of Harry's fast running and dodging, he was able to participate in athletics and won quite a few races in his first two years at primary school. He also joined the school soccer club and became a rather proficient soccer player. Harry was also top of his class and was showing clear signs of high intelligence.
Dudley was in the same class as Harry, but he was less inclined to study. At home, Dudley would often attempt to force Harry to do his homework for him, but Harry had ways of getting around that. His biggest trick was to give Dudley the American versions for those words that sounded the same as the English words, but had slightly different spellings. So Harry would often get 100% on his spelling tests and Dudley would usually only get 30 or 40 percent on his tests. When the report cards came out, the Dursleys just ignored Harrys report card, never bothered to sign it, so Harry never needed to hide his intelligence.
Until one day shortly before the end of the school year, when Harry was almost 6 years old, his class had a teacher who seemed to look down on smart kids who thought outside the box. One day, this particular teacher requested that the children draw a picture of their families. Harry didn't draw anyone. He left a blank page.
"Why are you not drawing a picture of your family, Mr Potter?" the teacher asked.
"I don't have a family, sir." Harry replied.
"Of course you have a family. You have the relatives that you live with. They are your family." the teacher boomed.
"No, sir. They are not my family. They are only my aunt and uncle. My relatives. Not my family at all. My parents are dead."
"I expect you to draw me a picture of you with your family by the end of today, or you will be punished." the teacher demanded.
Harry was very angry at the teacher for demanding something that Harry was not willing to do. So he had thought about turning the teachers hair blue, just to teach him a lesson. And so it happened. The teachers blond hair turned blue. Harry was immediately sent to the principal.
While he was waiting outside of the principals office, Harry's teacher barged in claiming that Harry was a freak for turning the teachers hair blue.
The teacher was stopped cold when the principal spoke in a cold voice.
"No teacher has the right to call ANY student a freak, no matter what they may or may not have done. Now you will apologise to Mr Potter, or you will leave this school, with NO reference." he demanded.
The teacher was gob-smacked. "So you are not going to punish the kid for turning my hair blue? So he gets away with this bullying? What are you going to do? Give him a slap on the wrist and tell him not to do it again? That is so not fair!" By the end of this rant the teacher was clearly whining.
The principal stayed calm and tried again. "Will you apologise to Mr Potter?"
"Hell no. That freak turned my hair blue. You have to make him turn my hair back to its natural colour." The teacher was getting quite red in the face.
"Then you sir, are free to leave this school permanently. And no, I will not be giving you a reference." The principal spoke in an ice cold voice, that sent shivers down Harrys back.
The teacher glared at the principal who stared back calmly. It was the classic, first person who blinks, loses, test. The teacher lost. He stomped out of the office, and back to his classroom, where he packed up his bag and left the school. The school librarian came into look after the class for the rest of the afternoon.
In the meantime, the principal called Harry into his office and had the boy sit down.
"Are you aware that you are a wizard, Harry?"
Harry looked at the principal with a panicked look on his face.
"Oh, don't worry." The principal smiled. "I promise that I won't tell anyone. I'm not allowed to tell anyone anyway, except for those people who already know. There is a statute of secrecy that I cannot break. But the point is, are YOU aware?"
Harry nodded.
"Can I ask who told you? Did your relatives tell you?"
Harry shook his head in the negative. He opened his mouth and it all came pouring out...
"A couple of years ago, I discovered that I can talk to snakes, and the snake told me that I was a wizard and then he said that I had to go to some place called Gringotts bank to find out if my parents left me any money, and then my aunt stood on him and killed him and I haven't spoken to any more snakes since then, and I don't know where Gringotts bank is, or how to get there. My aunt and uncle both call me a freak like the teacher did."
"Do you want to stay with your aunt and uncle, Harry?" Harry shook his head violently.
"Then I'm going to see if I can find someone else whom you can stay with. Someone who can teach you everything you need to know about being a wizard. Someone who will NOT call you a freak."
"Can I ask, how do you know about magic, sir? How did you know about me? My aunt and uncle both says that there is no such thing as magic. But if I can talk to snakes, then there must be magic that lets me do that."
"There were three things that told me that you are a wizard. First was your name, and that scar on your forehead. You are very famous in the wizarding world. Second was when you apparated onto the roof last month while you trying to get away from Dudley. And of course today you turned your teachers hair blue." replied the headmaster.
"I don't want to be famous." said Harry sadly. Then he perked up. "What about you, sir? Are you a wizard too?".
"No. I'm not a wizard," the principal replied, "but my sister was a witch. She was sent off to a special boarding school that claimed to be the best in all of Britain. It teaches young witches and wizards how to manage their magic. But when she finished that school, she could not get a job in that world because she was from our world, the mundane world. So she left the wizarding world and returned to our world. When she couldn't get a job here because she had no school qualifications, she killed herself. The wizarding world is not a nice place. They treat mundane-born witches and wizards rather badly."
"Mundane?" Harry asked.
"Everyone in Britain and the rest of the world who supposedly does NOT have any magic. That is actually most of the population. The percentage of people with magic is quite low. It may be as low as less than one percent. Those who do have magic are witches and wizards. Witches are girls and ladies, while the wizards are boys and men. They deliberately choose to keep themselves separate from the rest of the population. They also believe that just because they are magical, that makes them better and more superior than the mundanes. That attitude is called Bigotry."
He was unable to explain anything further since the bell rang signalling the end of the school day, right at that time.
The principal had no choice, but to send Harry back to his aunt and uncles place, but he promised to find a new guardian for Harry as soon as he possibly could.
That evening, Harry was able to avoid any major blowups with his cousin and his aunt and uncle and he was also able to grab some leftovers from their dinner so that he could eat.
That same evening the principal of Harry's primary school went home and made a phone call to David Hitchens. Once Mr Hitchens was on the phone, the principal started talking.
"Do you remember telling me several years ago about that baby named Harry Potter and how he had somehow killed the Dark Lord that was terrorizing your world? And the boy then disappeared and noone knows where he is? Well, I think I have found him. A kid named Harry Potter, aged 5 with a birthday coming up in July, and living with relatives that may be abusing him, was in my office today after turning his teachers hair blue. I asked him if he wanted to stay with his relatives and he said No. So I said I would try and find him a new guardian. This boy has all the signs of being abused. He said his relatives call him a freak just because he has magic."
"What does he look like?"
"He is short for a 5 year old with messy black hair and large green eyes."
"I'll come and look at him tomorrow at school. I may have some suitable guardians for him."
After hanging from that phone call, Hitchens made another phone call.
"Selwyn? I may have found him. His school principal called me today after he turned his teachers hair blue. No, I don't have any pictures, just a description. He was described as having messy black hair and large green eyes. Yes, I promise you can both come. Where? Oh he is in Little Whinging, Surrey. Dursley? Who are they? Oh. Um, I was only told that he was living with relatives and may have been abused." Hitchens winced and pulled the phone away from his ear, while the man at the other end was swearing up a storm. "Selwyn? Selwyn! Please calm down. Yes, I will do everything I can to get you and Rose approved as his guardians. We will have to take him to Gringotts to know for sure. But if he is your grandson, then we will of course use the ICW like we always do. Yes, yes, alright. I'll see you tomorrow. At your place. At 10 am? Agreed. Bye."
The next day, just before the lunch time bell went, Harry Potter was called to the Principals office over the school PA system. The class had a new substitute teacher who didn't know any of the students. So when Harry put his hand up, she sighed heavily and said, "Yes?"
"Ma'am. I'm Harry Potter. I need to go the Principals office, ma'am."
The teacher sighed. "Oh, All right. It is almost lunch time. Will you be back after lunch?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know, ma'am."
She waved him out the door. Harry left and walked fast to the principals office. He half hoped that a new guardian may have been found for him already. But then again, guardians were not usually found this fast.
After knocking on the principals door, Harry was told to come in. Upon entering the room, he found the principal and 3 other adults sitting there, all staring at him. As he looked them all in the eyes, with a look of challenge, two of the adults gasped and nodded. The lady had the exact same vivid green eyes that Harry had. The three men could only look back and forth between Harry and the lady.
"Well?" asked the principal.
The two adults who had gasped, both nodded. "Yes." said the lady. "That's him. Those are my eyes, our Lily's eyes."
The school principal spoke to Harry. "Harry this is David Hitchens, the Principal of St Georges Academy of Magic. They take magical students from age 8 to 18. These two are Selwyn and Rose Evans, your grandparents. Your mothers parents. They would like to become your new guardians. As Blood relatives they have the right."
Mr Hitchens spoke up. "Harry. Nothing can happen immediately, but we will need to take you to Gringotts bank to get all of the paperwork sorted out. Is that OK with you?"
Harry nodded with a big smile. He had been wanting to get to Gringotts bank for the last 2 years. He then turned to his new grandparents and scowled.
"If you were my mother's parents, then Aunt Petunia is also your daughter, right? Why did you not know that I had been given to them? How come you never ever visited her. You never had any contact with her that I can recall. Why did you leave me with them?"
Rose began speaking.
"Petunia wanted nothing more to do with us after she left home and married that Dursley fellow. She felt that we had paid far too much attention to Lily just because she was a witch and Petunia assumed that we were ashamed of her because she was not. That was not true, but after Lily received her letter and went off to attend Hogwarts when she was 11, Lily and Petunia seldom saw each other and Lily chose to stay in the wizarding world after she graduated. The last time Lily came home for the holidays was when she was 15 years old, and she had just completed her OWL exams. That's the magical equivalent of the O levels, kind of.
"Anyway, we never saw Lily again after that, although she did write to us at least. If she wrote to Petunia, I have no idea if Petunia ever received those letters. The next thing we know was that Lily and her family along with her new baby, had gone into hiding and couldn't write to us at all. A year after that, she and her husband, James Potter, were killed because someone betrayed their location to the damn terrorists. We tried several times, to find out what had happened to you, Harry, but no-one knew. It was all very hush hush, and all we were told was that you, Harry were in a safe location. They said that we could not be told anything more because we were only Mundanes.
"The truth is that your grandfather and I are not just Mundanes. We are both pureblood squibs. We had allowed Lily to attend Hogwarts as a mundane-born in the hopes that her status might protect her. That was a bad idea. We are your grandparents Harry and we were raised in the wizarding world. But we were both kicked out when it was discovered that we are Squibs. We do have magic, but not enough to use a wand. Although she does not know this, Petunia is also a squib, and if her children have not shown any signs of magic, then they too are squibs.
"The reason why we never visited Petunia was because, quite frankly, she told us not to. She said she had not told her husband about Lily's magic and she wasn't going to and she did not want her freaky parents embarrassing her. So she ordered us to stay away. We had no idea that she would be saddled with her magical nephew. I'd like to know why we were not contacted to become your guardians. I think I will need to investigate this.
"Anyway, Harry. You were born of a witch and a wizard, and clearly you do have magic. And since we feel that the wizarding world is somewhat dangerous, and also as your new guardians, we would like to enroll you at St Georges Academy so that you start learning how to control your magic A.S.A.P. Hogwarts does not take students until they are 11 years old - just as secondary schools in the mundane world don't start until age 11. And like mundane secondary schools, Hogwarts only teaches for 7 years. But the Saint schools have chosen to start 3 years earlier to take advantage of young minds that are open to new ideas and want to learn. So their students are now enrolled at age 8 and get 10 years of both magical and mundane education.
"Now I know you won't be 8 years old for another 2 years at least, but as your guardians we can teach you anything and everything you need to know about the wizarding world, including how to survive and how to protect yourself from bullies. Believe me, in the wizarding world there are a lot of bullies. They all think that just because they have magic, they are superior to the mundanes. They have no idea of the technology that mundanes have, which is something we can use in our defense. They certainly could not survive in the mundane world, let alone blend in and become invisible. Consequently they would be breaking the secrecy act. "OK I've done more than enough talking. Do you have any questions, Harry?"
"Can we go to Gringotts? Today? Now? The snake was right. He told me that my parents probably left me some money. And I really really want to get away from the Dursleys."
The principal agreed that Harry could have the rest of the day off.
"Speaking of which, do we have to ask the Dursleys?" Rose asked.
"They don't really care about me. I have never asked them for permission to go anywhere. They will always say NO just because they can. I just go. If I get punished later, well I can handle that." Harry shrugged.
The adults all looked at each other, but decided that since Harry knew the best way to deal with his guardians, they would follow his lead. Besides, Rose was not sure how Petunia would react if her mother just called her up out of the blue, after demanding no contact.
Harry, his two new grandparents and the other Principal, Mr Hitchens, all piled into Mr Hitchens car, which was parked outside the school, and they were soon on their way to London.
It took a while to find a car-park, so it was already mid afternoon by the time Harry was able to get out of the car. He was told to hold onto his grandfathers hand, and to NOT let go for any reason. Someone found a baseball cap which was placed on Harry's head.
"To cover up that scar" Mr Hitchens muttered.
Then they were all walking towards a rather old and battered door with an old wooden sign hanging above it. The sign said "The Leaky Cauldron".
Hitchens opened the door and led the others through. Harry found himself in a dark dingy looking pub with people dressed in what looked like medieval robes and clothes. Hitchens led the group down to the bar. As Harry watched, several people dressed in the same kind of old robes, entered the Pub through a side door and walked past Harry and his grandparents to the door that led outside to London. Hitchens led Harry's group past the bar to the same side door and opened it. Upon exiting the door, Harry found himself in a small courtyard surrounded by a high wall made of pale pink bricks.
Hitchens suddenly had a stick in his hand, which he used to tap several bricks and then the unbelievable happened. As Harry watched the bricks began moving until an archway was formed. It was clear to harry that the new grandparents had seen this before, but he was simply amazed. His eyes grow round.
"How?" was all Harry could ask.
"Magic, Harry." said Rose, as she took him by the hand and pulled him through the archway.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Mr Hitchens spoke and made a little flourish as Harry and Rose walked passed him.
Harry found himself surrounded by buildings that looked as if they were straight out of Tudor England. There was a rather busy crowd of people, many wearing more medieval type robes and women wearing pointed witches hats like mundane children wear for Halloween.
"Now I have to mention something, Harry." Rose spoke, while Harry was looking all around him, trying not to miss anything. He had lots of questions, but he stayed quiet. He knew that his grandmother would be happy to answer them later.
Rose continued speaking. "While this is the most famous magical shopping area in Britain, it is NOT the only one. This is actually a district and as such, there are several other alleys that run off this one. The bad one that I must insist you stay out of, is called Knockturn Alley. I'll show you where that one starts from as we go past it. We will check out the other alley's later.
"The first place we need to go is to Gringotts Bank. That is the large white marble building you see up ahead of us. Now I know you have never seen any goblins, but don't stare at them and be polite when or if they speak to you, OK? "
Harry nodded as he tried to keep up with the adults. They were walking pretty fast and Harry was almost running.
Running up the white Marble stairs, Harry barely had time to read the first two lines of the warning outside the doors, before he was dragged inside.
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
Once inside, Harry was stunned to see high desks manned by goblins lined up down both sides of the bank as Grandma Rose dragged him to a teller.
They waited quietly until the goblin looked up and growled, "Yes?"
"We would like to speak to the Potter Account Manager, please."
The Goblin looked at Rose, and then at Harry and nodded. He waved an arm off to the side and said, "Wait over there. Someone will be with you shortly."
Rose nodded and she and Harry did as they were told. Less than a minute later another Goblin arrived and simply said "Follow me." before turning and leading the Evans to a door in the wall. The door opened into a long corridor with lots of doors. Eventually they stopped outside one door which had a sign that said "Director Ragnok" on it. The goblin knocked and the door opened.
"Enter." said a voice.
Grandma Rose, Grandpa, Mr Hitchens and Harry all entered.
The Goblin sitting at the high desk, waved them to the chairs. "Sit" he said. They sat down.
"I am Ragnok, the Director of this Bank. Why has Harry Potter or his guardian never responded to our letters?"
"Perhaps because I never received anything at all?" Harry muttered.
"What do you mean, you didn't get anything?" Ragnok asked.
"Exactly that. I never received any mail. At all. From anyone."
Ragnok sighed. "Can we just ensure that this is Harry Potter?" He pulled out a small dagger and a parchment. "We need just a few drops of blood in order to identify him."
Harry looked at Rose, who nodded. "Standard practice" she said.
"OK" Harry stood up, made a small cut on one finger and allowed three drops of blood to drip onto the parchment. In thin red spidery writing a long list of names appeared on the parchment.
Name - Henry James Potter
Mother - Lily Marie Potter nee Evans
Father - James Charlus Potter
Maternal Grandfather - Ivor Selwyn aka Selwyn Evans (Squib)
Maternal Grandmother - Rose Fawley (Squib)
Paternal Grandfather - Charlus Fleamont Potter
Paternal Grandmother - Dorea Euphemia Black
Head of the House of Potter - by blood (Paternal)
Head of the House of Selwyn - by blood (Maternal)
Head of the House of Gryffindor - by blood (Paternal)
Head of the House of Slytherin - by blood (Maternal)
Head of the House of Gaunt - by conquest
Heir to the House of Black - by blood adoption
Rose gasped. "Who has the Slytherin line?"
"You do, Rose." Selwyn replied. "Where do you think those big green eyes came from? Those are Slytherin eyes."
"Really?" Rose asked. Harry was looking at Rose with wide eyes. Ragnok, Hitchens and Selwyn all nodded.
"Cool." said Rose.
Ragnok looked at the older folks.
"May I ask who you all are?" he asked.
"I'm Rose Evans, Harry's maternal grandmother. This is my husband Selwyn, Harry's maternal grandfather. And this is David Hitchens the headmaster of St Georges Academy of Magic who has been helping us to look for Harry for the last five years."
"And where did you find him?"
"He was living with my older daughter Petunia and her fat ass husband Vernon Dursley. Petunia hates magic. She is also a squib although she has not been told this. She was very jealous of her younger sister Lily, Harry's mother. And I'm pretty sure that Harry has also been abused. Petunia and I have been estranged for the last ten years at her request." Rose replied with disgust in her voice.
"I also know that Lily told me that she did not want Harry to ever be placed with her sister. I hope she would have made it legal somehow. So I'm hoping that Lily wrote in her will that Harry was not to be left with the Dursleys. But since we have never seen the will, I would like to ask for it to be read at this time. I would like to know whom my daughter Lily did want to have raise her son." Grandpa Selwyn spoke up.
Ragnok nodded. Considering that Harry was clearly not being treated well, in his current environment, it was urgent that he be removed and placed with new guardians ASAP. Anyone who was NOT Albus Dumbledore. The goblins had never trusted Headmaster Dumbledore, especially now that he holding three very powerful positions of influence.
Ragnok called in a goblin to go and find the wills of James and Lily Potter. They arrived several minutes later but Ragnok was unable to open the folder.
"These have been sealed shut by the Wizengamot." Ragnok was shocked. "Only a member of the Potter family, or a legal guardian or a god parent can have these unsealed. So Harry, please stand up and repeat after me."I - Harry James Potter - do hereby acknowledge that I am the last living heir of the Ancient House of Potter and that I request that these wills be unsealed now."
Harry did as he was asked, and a quick flash of blue light danced around Harry and across the folder. Ragnok was now able to open the folder.
Selwyn frowned. "Why were their wills sealed?"
"I suspect that Headmaster Dumbledore had something to do with that, the interfering old goat." Ragnok was not at all happy. "I'll just read out the guardianship parts for now. The Monetary parts can be dealt with later. Is that acceptable?"
Everyone nodded and Ragnok began reading.
Godmother - Alice Longbottom
Godfather - Sirius Black
Guardians of Henry James Potter in the following order, if godparents are unable to do so
Ivor and Rose Evans (grandparents)
Matthew and Catherine Selwyn (Cousins)
Cyrus and Margaret Greengrass (family friends)
"Under NO circumstances is Harry to ever be placed with Lily Potter's Sister Petunia Dursley nee Evans nor with ANY member of the Dursley family. They abhore and detest magic of any kind.
"A stipend of 1200 galleons per year is to be given to whomever does become Harry's guardians until he reaches the age of 11. Harry's Trust Vault will then support Harry until he comes of age or he is emancipated, which ever happens first.
"While we would like Harry to attend Hogwarts school, we are leery of the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. He is too controlling of us and therefore may become too controlling of our son Harry. Harry may be enrolled at Hogwarts school only if the headmaster is NOT Albus Dumbledore. Otherwise the guardians are tasked with finding another magical school for Harry to attend."
After Ragnok finished reading the will out loud, he placed the parchment back on his desk and looked at the Evans.
"In the five years since these wills were sealed, unfortunately both sets of godparents are not available to look after Harry. Since you are the grandparents, as stipulated in these documents, you may continue to act as Guardians for Harry Potter. Do you require paperwork to show this?"
The Evans nodded. "Yes, we do."
Grandpa Evans spoke up. "We wish be Harrys legal guardians. We also need a magical guardian for Harry. I would like to nominate my nephew Matthew Selwyn for that position. He is a wizard and his name is also mentioned in the will. We would also like to legally adopt Harry so that he can change his name. The name Harry Potter is just too famous, but if he uses another name, he will be able to cope much more easily. This will not be a blood adoption, just a legal one. "
Ragnok nodded and asked."What new name would Harry like to have?"
"We thought about using Evans, but most wizards know that Lily's maiden name was Evans so instead, we would Harry's new name to be Henry Selwyn. This way he can still be called Harry since Harry is a well known nick name for Henry. And noone would think that Harry Selwyn was ever Harry Potter."
Ragnok nodded and agreed. "Henry Selwyn, aka Harry Selwyn. I like that. That is an excellent choice of name. I will have papers drawn up showing your legal adoption and Harry's change of name. I will also have other papers drawn up to be filed with the Ministry to make your requests of Guardians, both legal and magical, officially approved by the end of today. You and Mr Matthew Selwyn will receive your official copies by owl today or tomorrow. I don't believe anyone received any stipend. I will allow you to receive 6000 galleons backdated to cover the last five years. You will also receive 1200 galleons annually as stipulated in this will, until Harry turns eleven years old.
"Since Mr Hitchens is present, and since Albus Dumbledore is still the headmaster of Hogwarts, I assume this means you intend to enroll Harry Potter at St Georges Academy of Magic when he turns eight years old?" Ragnok asked. The Evans' nodded.
"Excellent. I will be keeping an eye on young Mr Potter. I will arrange for a public reading of the Potter Wills eventually, but not right now and not any time soon. He needs to stay in hiding for now, away from the meddling Mr Dumbledore. I will place the stipend in your vault before the end of today."
Rose spoke up. "We would like to request Goblin healers to look Harry over and check him out. We need that scar to be assessed and if at all possible, removed or at least, made a lot less noticeable. As I said earlier, we believe that Harry has been abused and neglected. I am so disappointed that my daughter has seen fit to treat her nephew in this abominable manner"
Ragnok nodded and called for one of the goblins to find a healer and send them to the office immediately.
The healer turned out to be a medi-wizard who ran his wand over Harry and frowned at the results being printed out on parchment.
Turning to the Evans he asked. "Do you plan for Harry attend any kind of school this year?"
"He will be attending St George's Academy when he turns 8 years old. We planned to home school him for the next two years. He has a lot to catch up on and learn about the wizarding world." Rose explained.
The healer nodded. "Excellent. Harry will need to be taking some nutrition and other growth potions over the next few months in order to fix up everything that is wrong with him. It will be much easier for him to do this in private. I would like to arrange a schedule of visits for Harry to come here so that he may start his new potions and medications." A schedule was quickly arranged.
"Is there any more business?" Ragnok asked. Noone said anything.
Ragnok looked at Harry and bowed his head slightly.
"May your gold continue to increase, Mr Potter."
"And yours as well. Thank you sir, for everything." Harry bowed back and tried to be as respectful as possible.
Harry took Rose's hand as the group left the bank and quickly walked back towards the Leaky Cauldron. Harry wanted nothing more than to get home to his new grandparents home and settle in. He was very excited. Finally, No more Dursleys!