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AN: I apologize for the long wait. I'm getting ready for my Pharmacology, and Nursing finals for the quarter, along with two HESI exams. So please be patient. If I do make the mistake in either this chapter or in a future one, where the information does not make sense with one another just shoot me a message and I'll fix it.
"Wizards, witches, and magic? Those don't exist," Harry said, looking around uncertainly.
"Of course they do, and you are a wizard, too. Just like your mom and dad," says Sirius, smiling down at Harry.
"If they could do magic, and travel like we just did. Why did they die drunk in a car crash?"
"What!?" yelled Sirius, attracting a lot of attention. "Your patents died fighting the darkest wizard of our time. Who told you -, never mind I know who. Lets get over to Madam Malkin's and set you up with some new clothes."
The two of them walked down the busy street with people starring and pointing at them. "Why is everyone looking at us?"
"It is said that you are the one who defeated You-Know-Who. Just ignore them, and if you want to talk about it, we will once we get home."
The bell over the door jingled letting the owner that she has customers. A older women cam bustling out of a back room. "Hello, how can I help you today?"
"Good afternoon, Madam Malkin. This is Harry, and he is in need of a complete wardrobe, down to socks and underwear," Sirius replied. "And I know it is early, but if we can get his school robes while we are here that would be much appreciated."
"Of course, you can get his school robes. Mr. Potter, hop up here on this pedestal, arms out. Stand up straight, you do want these clothes to fit you properly, don't you."
"Yes, Ma'am, I do," Harry answers her. I tape measure starts flying around him, and Madam Malkin starts muttering to herself and writing down measurements. Then material floats out of the back room, that she was in before the two of them arrived, and all different kinds of sewing stuff follows that. Next thing Harry knows he is wearing something similar to Sirius. "Wow, is that how you do all of the clothes? And how did you know my name?"
"No, but you needed something to wear now. I usually just do that for the school robes, it is quicker. Since you need a complete wardrobe though, I need you to go and pick out the fabrics and colors that you like, and I'll owl them to you when they are complete. I know who you are, because you have your father's hair and mother's eyes," she said, smiling at him. She then waved her wand and a dummy with his size specifications appeared on the pedestal next to him. "Now, Mr. Black what would you like Mr. Potter's wardrobe to have?"
"Five pairs of pants, a bunch of shirts, four summer robes, four winter robes, a winter cloak, underwear, socks, and ties. We'll go down the alley for shoes." Harry came back with with black cotton, and passed it to Madam Malkin, who looked at Sirius. "Add acromantula silk, blue, green, burgundy, and what ever you think would look best," Sirius added smiling at Madam Malkin. "Can he wear these robes?"
"Yes he can. The cost will be charged to your account Mr. Black."
"Yes, yes. Go change and through out those clothes. Then we will be going."
A few minutes the two started down the alley. Throughout the day they picked up some more clothes, shoes, a broom, and some supplies that Sirius knew Harry would need for the school year, sending them to the manor with a house elf 'Mipsy'. Lastly they went to get Harry's wand.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair. Harry felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped
An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Hello," said Harry awkwardly.
"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "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."
Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry. Harry wished he would blink. Those 65 silvery eyes were a bit creepy.
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.
"And that's where..."
Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "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 pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
"Er - well, I'm right-handed," said Harry.
"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "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."
Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.
"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."
Harry took the wand and (feeling foolish) waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.
"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try -"
Harry tried - but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.
"No, no -here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."
Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.
"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere - I wonder, now - - yes, why not - unusual combination - holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well... how curious... how very curious... "
He put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious... curious.."
"Sorry," said Harry, "but what's curious?"
Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother why, its brother gave you that scar."
Harry swallowed.
"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter... After all, HeWho-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things - terrible, yes, but great."
Harry shivered. He wasn't sure he liked Mr. Ollivander too much. Sirius had is account charged for Harry's wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed them from his shop.
"Let's get you home now," Sirius said to Harry. "We will get the rest of your school supplies once you receive your Hogwarts' letter. Would you like to go by side along apparation again or would you like to try the floo?"
"Umm, floo?" Harry asks, following Sirius down the alley and into a pub.
"Take a pinch of the floo powder, toss it into the fire, step in, and say Black Estate clearly. Don't breath in to deeply or you may say it wrong. This first time, we'll go together, but I want you to say it." Sirius explains, indicating the floo and large fire place.
Harry grabs some of the floo powder and throws it in. Sirius pushes him in and steps in behind him. "Black Estate." The ground below him drops out from underneath of them and they are whisked away. Minutes later they are tossed out onto the shiny wood floor, or well Harry was, Sirius stepped out and dusted himself off.
"You will get used to it," Sirius says offering a hand to help Harry up. "Well lets get you settled in." Sirius let the way out of the room, up a grand staircase, left down a hallway, and stopped at the third door from the end on the right. "This is your room, and we can decorate it however you like." Sirius opened the door and led Harry inside. All of Harry's belongings were already put away with his new trunk in the corner of the room.
"This is really all mine?" he looked at Sirius in wonder.
Sirius chuckled, "Yes, so is the bathroom and closet through those doorways."
Harry went and opened the doors. "What will I do with all this space?"
"It may take some time, but you will fill it up."
'Pop!'
"Master, a letter came while you were gone. It is from a Missus Granger," Mipsy announced. Sirius held out his hand and the letter was handed over.
Dear Sirius Black,
You may not remember me, but my name is Jane Granger nee McKinnon. The last time we would have spoke would have been October 28th, 1981. We have found that many people have had their memories altered, and your's may have been as well. If all all acceptable I would like to invite you to McKinnon Manor in the East Midlands, this evening for dinner. We have much to discuss.
Sincerely,
Jane Granger nee McKinnon
Sirius closed his eyes as tears ran down his face. He had thought that Jane had died after he had been sentenced to Azkaban. "Mipsy, can I get some parchment and a quill." She snapped her fingers and a quill and parchment along with some ink appeared on the desk, and Sirius scrawled a quick message.
Jane Granger,
I would love to have dinner. I hope you don't mind, but I will be bringing a guest with me tonight, Mr. Harry Potter.
Sirius Black
"Sirius, are you alright?" Harry questioned, looking at the man with concern.
"Sorry, yes I'm fine. We'll be having dinner at -, elsewhere tonight. Why don't you get cleaned up and look at some of your books or something. I'll be at the end of the wing," Sirius says indicating the door at the end of the hall two down from Harry's, and walking out. "Mipsy, please send this letter."
A few hours later Sirius and Harry came through the floo into the entryway of McKinnon Manor. Sirius froze when he saw Jane standing in the doorway.
"Sirius, is that really you?" Jane asked and then she say Harry. "And Harry. Oh my god, Harry, what has happened to you?"
"Jane, you are really alive," says Sirius. "When you never came to visit, I though You-Know-Who, had killed you as well." Sirius steps forward and goes to caress her face, but stops, remembering she is Jane Granger now, she is married.
"Sirius, I don't know what happened. It wasn't until Hermione displayed her magic that I remembered anything," Jane said, silent tears running down her face. "You were in Azkaban, and I couldn't even help."
"Does your husband know about Hermione?" Sirius asks with his eyes closed.
"John, died March of last year," she says. "Who ever changed our memories, made us think that Hermione was conceived from a one night stand between John and I. They even created a marriage certificate for a month after that. Why don't we go into the lounge, Hermione is waiting for us." Jane led, Sirius and Harry through a couple hallways, and opened a set of double doors at the end of one such hallway. "Hermione, I would like to introduce you to Sirius Black, he is your birth father. Next to him is Harry Potter, his parents were friends of mine, and you used to play with him as a baby. Sirius, Harry this is Hermione Granger, my daughter."
"You mean Black," Sirius says.
"No, Granger, I think it would be safer for her for everyone to think she is a muggleborn. Voldemort is not dead, there was no body, and he will be back. If the magical world found out she is the daughter of a McKinnon and a Black, she would be targeted even more than as a muggleborn. In a couple of years, we'll let her decide if she wants to go back to her birth name."
"Very well. Hermione, I know you don't remember me, but I've missed you so much," Sirius says, looking at Hermione, wanting to hold her and never let her go.
"I don't remember you, but I would like to get to know you," Hermione replies. She turns to Harry and holds out her hand. "Hello, like mom said, I'm Hermione. Can you teach me some about the wizarding world? Mom, says I'll be going to Hogwarts in September."
"I'm Harry," who shakes her hand. "And I don't know anything about the wizarding world. I just learned about it this morning, when Sirius picked me up. He said I would be going to Hogwarts as well."
"Oh, where did you live?" asked Jane, overhearing what Harry said.
"I lived with my Aunt Petunia, her husband Vernon, and their son Dudley." Harry looks at the floor.
Jane looked at Sirius and he shook his head.
Hermione takes Harry's hand and leads him to a couch in the corner. "Do you like to read? I've just finished a book called 'Hogwarts a History', you might like to read it so you know some about the school we'll be going to."
"Yes, I like to read, but I don't let people know, because my cousin would always beat me up because of it. I was reading it at Sirius' house, in my new room."
Over the next hour the two children got to know one another and discussed different books they have read. On the other side of the room, Sirius and Jane were doing much the same, but instead of discussing books, they were talking about what has happened over the last several years. After dinner Sirius and Harry switched places, so Hermione could get to know her father. Harry learned quite a bit about his parents, especially his mother, because Jane and Lily, Harry's mother, shared a dorm room together at Hogwarts.
Over the next month and a half, Sirius and Harry moved in with Jane and Hermione, so they could all get to know one another better.
During the week that they expected Hermione to receive her Hogwarts letter, Jane and Hermione stayed at their home. On the fifth day, a stern woman with her hair pulled up into a tight bun, knocked on the front door.
"Hello, how can I help you today?" asks Jane, when she answers the door.
"Good day, I'm Professor Minerva McGonagall," says the women.
Hermione and Harry, under Sirius's watch, decided to play a prank on everyone, since Hermione was pretending to be a muggleborn. They were going to pretend not to know one another and gain what information they could. Plus they didn't want to be friends with anyone who thought ill of the other, and they figured that someone might complain to Hermione about Harry, and about Harry to Hermione.
Hogwarts Express
Hermione walked up to the big red train by herself. Since her mom was a 'muggle', she couldn't get on the platform, which was packed with adults saying goodbye to their children. Sirius and Harry arrived ten minutes after and the latter of which promised to keep an eye on her, though Hermione did not know that. She made her way to the train and found a compartment with a young boy about her age, who was dressed in wizarding clothes.
"Hello, can I sit in here," Hermione asks, and at his nod walks in. "I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger."
"Neville Longbottom," the boy nods to her trunk. "Do you need help with that?"
"Yes, please. I couldn't imagine lifting this up by myself." The two students struggle to put up the trunk, but get it up there.
"Any chance you've seen a toad? Trevor disappeared when I was boarding the train."
"No I haven't, but I can help you search the train." Neville smiled his thanks, and the two went to search for the boy's toad.
Elsewhere on the train, Harry was looking over one of the Quiditch magazines that Sirius had given him. The door slides open and a boy with messy red hair popped his head in. "Can I grab a seat in here? All the other compartments are full."
Harry knew this was a lie, because he just sat in this compartment and passed, five other empty compartments, but smiled and said "Sure, are you going into first year as well?"
"Yes, my brothers said, w-. Wait you're Harry Potter," the red head says upon seeing Harry's scar.
"Yes, I am, what does it matter."
"You're famous. You killed You-Know-Who," the boy said in aww.
"That man, killed my parents, and You-Know-Who was defeated by my mother's magic, but not killed. There was no body, according to my uncle Sirius. So, what is with the toad?"
"Oh, umm, my parents got him for me, umm, for starting school. Do you have familiar?"
"I have an owl, her name is Hedwig." There was a knock on the door, but it didn't open. "Come in."
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger and this is Neville Longbottom. We are looking for his toad, have you seen one?"
"Just, umm what is your name?" Harry asks the red headed boy.
"I'm Ron Weasley," said the boy with red hair.
"Well, the only toad I've seen is Ron's," Harry tells Hermione. He then turns to Ron and says, "Show them the toad." Ron holds the toad up for everyone to see.
"That's my toad Trevor. He has the wart on the right side of his lip," Neville says a little upset.
"No, that is Ron's. His parents got it for him for starting school," replies Harry.
"How about we put the toad between the two boys and call for him and see who he goes to?" suggests Hermione. Both Harry and Neville nod okay, but Ron seems upset. "Well go ahead and put him in the middle." After a look from Harry, Ron puts the toad on the floor in the middle of the compartment. "Now I want you each to call for him."
Ron calls out 'Spot', and Neville calls out 'Trevor', and the toad hops up into Neville's arms. Ron starts to complain and two red heads that looks exactly the same pop their heads into the compartment.
"Ron, mom wanted-"
"-us to check on you?"
"Is everything-"
"-good in here?"
"Are you Ron's brothers?" Harry asks. The twins turn towards Harry and nods. "Did your parents get Ron a toad?"
"No," the twins said at the same time.
"Ron, what-"
"-did you do?"
"Nothing, I found a toad, and it is my familiar," says Ron, his face getting red.
"And whose-"
"-toad is it?"
"Mine, the toad's name is Trevor," Neville speaks up. "I'm Neville Longbottom, who are you?"
"I'm Fred," said the twin on the left.
"No, I'm Fred," said the one the right.
"Are you sure?" said the first one. Then the second one nodded. "Okay, then I'm George." Harry laughed at the two boys, and Ron stormed out. "What are you laughing at?"
"My uncle Sirius, said that him and dad would do that when they were at school."
"And who-"
"-are you?"
"I'm Harry Potter."
"James Potter-"
"-didn't have any-"
"-brothers. He was-"
"an only child."
"Dad and Sirius were best friends, and didn't look much alike, but they did like to prank people. They were part of a group called the Marauder's." The twins passed out on the floor. "Umm, what did I say?"
Hermione leans down and touches the twins to shake them awake, and magic zapped between her and the twins. The two boys jerked and sat up, eyes wide, starring at Hermione, who had tattoos appearing on her hands and arms. She pointed at the arm of each twin she touched and they had a similar pattern appearing on one of their arms each. "What just happened?" asked Hermione.
"You found your soul mate," Neville answered. "Or wells mates. You may want to owl your parents, you don't want people to know."
The twins jumped up and waved their wand locking their compartment. "We can't tell our parents they would go crazy."
Harry and Hermione looks at one another and nods their heads. "Message, mum and Sirius, they need to get here now."
"Aren't you muggleborn, and how do you know Harry's uncle?" asks Fred.
"I'm not muggleborn, Sirius is my dad. You can't tell anyone, it is under an information type of fidelius charm, Fred" Hermione tells the twins and Neville, meanwhile Harry is in the corner talking into a mirror.
"They are on their way," Harry tells Hermione. The three boys look at Harry like he is crazy. Who hold up a mirror. "Two way mirror."
'Pop!' Mipsy, pops in holding onto Jane's and Sirius' hands.
"Let me see," Jane demands of Hermione and the two boys who appear to be Hermione's soul mates. Sirius is glaring at the two boys, behind Jane's back. "Sirius quit glaring at the two boys, it is not their fault. This is a good thing, but we need a way to hide this from everyone."
"Madam Granger, I cans help," says Mipsy and she snaps her fingers. "Nows the only oneses who can sees it are the oneses who knowses," she says nervously, not sure if Jane and Sirius would be happy, with what she has done, which Sirius notices.
"Mipsy, you've done well," Sirius smiles at her. "There is no need to be nervous. Jane we can't stay long or someone will notice."
"You can't stay away from one another for long periods of time. We will figure something out for during breaks, but you are going to have to spend some time every day with one another. It would be best if you ended up in the same house, but if that doesn't happen, we will figure something out," Jane rushes out, biting her bottom lip. Her head jerks up, "What are your names?"
"Fred and George Weasley," says George, causing Neville and Harry to look at him strangely.
"Mum, can't find out, she will tell everyone," says Fred. "But you might be able to tell Dad."
"Jane, we have to go," says Sirius. "A professor is coming."
"Okay." She kisses each kid on the top of the head, even Neville and the twins. Mipsy takes hold of Jane and Sirius again and pops away. Everyone plops on the seats, and Fred waves his wand to unlock the compartment door.
"So what is-," Fred is interrupted by the compartment door opening.
A man with black greasy hair, a scowl on his face, and a crooked nose walks in and looks around. Upon seeing Harry he glares. "What is going on in here?"
"Nothing, Professor Snape," George says. "Just telling these first years, that they don't have to fight a troll, like our brother told them."
"Professor Snape," Harry says to get his attention. "Did you know my mum, Lily? I heard you were friends, and that she considered you to be like a brother." Harry, had read this in one of his mother's journals.
Snape's head whips around to look at him. "Yes, Potter, I knew your mother. What of it?"
"Well, can you tell me about her sometime? My Aunt Petunia, said she was a drunk. I now know that to be a lie, and that I don't know if anything she said was true."
"What do you mean, your 'Aunt Petunia'?"
"Well that was who I lived with, until uncle Sirius came and got me."
Snape growled and strode out of the compartment without saying anything else.
"Umm, what was that about?" George asks, looking at Harry strangely.
"He was really close to my mum, and they grew up with one another. In her journals, which Sirius told me I could read. It said that she had never wanted me to even go near Aunt Petunia, let alone live with her. Anyone who knew my mum would know that. Plus I would like to know more about my mom, and since they were close, I think he would be the best person to talk to."
The twins looked at him like he was crazy, and said in stereo. "Snape hates-
"everyone student that-"
"he meets."
"He didn't look like he was in a good mood, but he can't be that bad. Though Sirius did say that he, Mr. Potter, and their other close friend would prank him a lot. Maybe he thought that between who Harry is living with, who he has as a father, and you two; that Harry himself, would try to prank him."
The five of them continued to converse for the rest of the train ride, grabbing sweets when the snack trolly went past. A dark skinned boy named Lee Jordan joined the twins in their compartment about half way through the ride.
Quote is in bold and italics. It has been slightly edited. It is from Book 1 Chapter 5.
AN: Hermione will be in a relationship with each of the twins, but I'm not sure if the twins will be in a relationship with one another, besides the twin relationship. I wouldn't mind suggestions from my readers. I would also like opinions on which houses Harry, Hermione, and Neville should end up in, or if I should even start a fifth house. If that happens, I would even resort other Hogwarts students, and would take suggestions on that as well.
