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-This Note is going to get harsh, fair warning:
-I have gotten several reviews with homophobic and transphobic remarks. Not necessarily insulting my fic, but calling gay couples 'gross', and referring to transgendered people as 'unnatural'. I gave fair warning in the first chapter, of things that WILL happen in this fic and that if anyone didn't like it, they should leave. If you are Anti(anyone in the LGBTQ+ Community), this is not the place for you. I am a member of the LGBTQ+ Community and I will not allow such remarks to continue. So I will say it again, if you are a homophobe or a transphobe, fuck off now.
-On another note, I got 2 separate comments labeling a relationship between two teenagers as pedophiliac. Which I find hilarious because that would make anyone who ever dated as a teen, a pedophile, according to these two reviewers.
-I said I might use either Tom, Luna, or Blaise. And that I wasn't making promises. I have never written Lunarry or Blarry, but I have 20+ Tomarry/Harrymort fanfics. I am the bitch that will spite the rude ass reviewers, and make this a Tomarry, because writing for what I know is much easier than trying something new. I told y'all that if you weren't okay with either of the three, then leave. Here's another piece of advice, if you insult Tomarry or Harrymort(my OTPs), I want you to leave.
-Because I WILL make this Tomarry if I see one more insult toward it or one more demand for me not to do 'gross same sex' couples. And then all the whiners can go fuck off with their tails between their legs.
-Also, I find it funny how stupid people are. Tom Riddle and Lord Voldemort are two different people of different ages. If I was pairing Harry and Voldemort, the pairing would be Harrymort, you morons. Harry and a 16 year old Tom Riddle is called Tomarry. Idiots. But yeah! Teenagers getting together is pedophilia.
~.O.~
Albus Dumbledore had not expected to come into his office and find all of the magical instruments linking to Privet Drive, broken. As in they no longer worked and had crashed to the table. He was horrified by the revelation and immediately tried to see if they could be fixed. When nothing happened, he resigned himself to the belief that Harry Potter was no longer under the wards of Privet Drive. Or that the Dursleys had moved.
Wondering if maybe he could solve the situation on his own, he waved his wand over himself, changing his robes into a more Muggle suited form of attire, and Apparated straight to Arabella Figg's back yard.
Straightening himself up, Dumbledore walked forward and knocked on the door.
Arabella opened the door, slipper in hand. She dropped her arm when she saw him awaiting her.
"Albus! I thought you were some hooligan! It's four in the bloody morning."
"I'm terribly sorry to impose myself on you at this hour, but I just learned some terrifying information and came to verify it myself."
The old woman nodded. "About Harry, I presume?"
"Yes. What happened?"
Arabella waved him inside where she placed a kettle on to boil and set up the cups for tea. "It was terrible, Albus!" she told him. "That delinquent cousin of his and his little gang were causing trouble, stealing from people! Everyone was blaming Harry for it and the police got involved."
Albus could feel his own stomach drop.
That was not good.
"What happened?" he asked, imploring her to answer.
"They found the object that was stolen, in one of the bedrooms. It was assumed that it was Harry's room, only for Harry to explain that he had no bedroom and was sleeping in the cupboard under the stairs because that was his 'room'. They brought in more people, dusting the item that was stolen and finding out that Harry was not the one to steal it, but his cousin and the other boys had.
"Fortunately, Harry's words had sparked enough worry to alert Child Services and Harry was taken away while Petunia and Vernon were arrested on multiple charges of child abuse, child neglect, child endangerment, slave labour, abandonment, and other unsightly things."
As Arabella poured the tea, Albus had to place a hand on his head. He could feel a massive headache coming on and he wasn't sure how to handle this. Harry Potter was lost in the Muggle world's justice system.
"I say it's a good thing they took him from Petunia. She never fed the poor child. Look like he's seven instead of ten."
"How long has it been since this occurred?"
"A few weeks. The first day of the trial was a few days ago. Petunia was found guilty after hours and hours of arguing but her attorney couldn't in any way defend child abuse, especially when she blatantly admitted that she knew it was wrong but did it anyway. I was called in to testify. It was madness, I tell you."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Arabella sent him a bland look. "You would have interfered and made him remain there, and while I support some of your actions, I do not believe that he would have lasted much longer living with such abusive people."
"They are fami-"
"Stop it now!" the woman ordered, looking severe as she slammed his cup of tea onto the table. "I honestly do not know where you get the idea that being blood related makes people family. If you will recall, I was cast out for not having magic and the people who were supposedly my 'family' had abandoned me as well."
Albus had to look away from the judgment in her eyes.
"Not all families are good. Not everyone in the family is good. Family does not equate to being good, Albus. You would know that better than most, wouldn't you?"
Albus remained silent as he reached for his cup of tea, which had splashed all over when she'd so sharply put it on the table.
A wave of the hand had the mess cleared away.
"Do you know where he's been taken?"
"No. Either to an orphanage or a foster home. I wouldn't suggest looking for him. Trying to sneak yourself into the life of a boy you don't know, nor who doesn't know you, won't look good. Albus Dumbledore so not. The Muggles don't know you and they aren't going to let you get away with anything.
"Also, you are terribly out of touch with Muggle technology and doing anything will expose the Magical World. They have Pensieve like creations now, stationed around specific areas in order to record the happenings. You'll be caught and expose us all."
Albus huffed. He didn't like this at all.
~.O.~
Name: Harry James Potter
Title(s): Boy Who Lived, Heir Potter, Freak
Age: 10
Human | Wizard
LV: 15 | 70/210
HP: 90/90
SP: 101/101
EXP: 54
STR: PHY: 10 MAG: 11
AGI: 17
VIT: 15
INT: 25
DEX: 17
LUK: +25/-4
WIS: 20
CHA: 27
WP: 14
ATK: 0
DEF: 0
FLAWS:
-Malnourished -15 HP | -12 SP | -9 STR | -8 VIT | -2 LUK
-Visually Impaired -3 HP | -6 AGI | -6 VIT | -3 INT | -5 DEX | -2 WIS | -2 LUK
-Audibly Impaired -6 HP | -2 LUK
-Nerve Damage -17 HP | -3 VIT
PERKS:
-Parseltongue +7 SP | +1 LUK
-Raw Magic +14 SP | +4 LUK
-Shrewd Mind +3 INT | +4 WIS | +3 LUK
REP:
Petunia Dursley -537
Vernon Dursley -756
Dudley Dursley -238
Arabella Figg +575
4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging -42
Magical Britain +1,000
Hogwarts +190
Alana Morris +550
Joan Kuzack: +255
Andrea Fitzgerald: +300
Marlene Womack: +100
Mara Shiloh: +450
Joanne Rourke: +50
James Peterson: -75
Mottle's Orphanage: -245
MONEY:
ʛ0
£7.00
{EXP Page}
Skills:
Cooking: 14 | DEX | INT
Cleaning: 13 | DEX
Gardening: 13 | DEX | INT
Running: 12 | STR | AGI | VIT
Thinking: 15 | INT | WIS
Observe: 14 | INT | WIS
Stealth: 13 | DEX | INT | AGI
Talking: 11 | INT | CHA | WIS | +LUK
Sewing: 13 | DEX | INT
Sarcasm: 27 | INT | WIS | CHA
Beast Whisperer: 12 | CHA | INT
Persuasion: 7 | INT | WIS | +LUK | CHA
Teaching: 5 | INT | WIS | CHA | +LUK
Singing: 4 | +LUK
Unlock new skills to gain more points.
{Close}
Harry's Stats had not had a chance to go up much, at least in his opinion. Living at the orphanage was like living back at Privet Drive. The other children hated him, but at least the matron sort of liked him, and her assistant thought Harry was 'adorable'.
Harry had been enrolled in another school, one in London. It wasn't large, but it required a uniform, which he hadn't expected, but at least he knew how to sew. So Harry's dress shirts, which would have looked as rumpled as several others, had been fixed up to the best of his ability.
Harry looked the most put together of his fellow orphans, and that inspired some dislike.
Then Harry ended up doing very well in his schooling, which obviously made other students unhappy. Especially the other orphans. And he wasn't doing much, he'd simply been contributing a lot of EXP to his INT and WIS in order to make it easier to comprehend what he was being taught.
He still had to do work like everyone else, he was just liked a bit more, which was nice. None of the teachers in his former school had ever liked him because Petunia and Vernon had lied about him so much.
Harry had to laugh about it though. The trials were finally over and he never had to see the Dursleys again, which was great. But it was the story in the paper, head-line new as well.
Entire Community Shuns Child: Subsequently Aids in the Abuse of Little Boy!
Probably one of the best headlines he'd ever seen. All of Little Whinging was being taken to task over ignoring the very obvious signs of neglect that had transpired.
They all knew how old Harry was and didn't even once consider that perhaps he was a bit too small. Or that Harry was always working in the garden while Dudley was outside playing. Or that none of them ever saw photographs of Harry in the house, or saw him when they came over for dinner.
It was a slap in the face for such a large community that prided themselves on being so great.
Finally, someone was questioning them!
It made him feel good.
~.O.~
Everyone was gathered in the atrium for dinner, and as usual, Harry was actually in the kitchen, helping Mara cook. The woman was the only person in the building with any kind of experience in cooking, besides Harry of course.
Harry didn't enjoy eating with the other kids and would take his meals with Mara. She didn't question him.
Harry wasn't good at communicating with other children because the other children used to avoid him in order to also avoid Dudley's fists. Harry never got a chance to expand his experiences with other children because of his prat of a cousin. Harry also didn't feel too moved to start friendships with other children.
Older people were easier to get on with. Less loud usually. Less annoying when they didn't know who he was.
The holidays were coming up and Harry wasn't looking forward to Christmas like all the other children. He'd never celebrated it before and wasn't expecting to do it this year either.
Yes, there was snow on the ground. That didn't mean he wanted to go outside and play in it. Harry never played in snow before. It was too cold and with only one outfit, he wasn't looking to walk around naked while waiting for his clothes to dry.
Apparently the orphanage had some kind of 'special dinner'. Compared to the food they usually got, it was supposed to be really fancy.
"I save up," Mara told him a few days ago. "I like to save up some money here and there, and I rack up points at the shop. I can usually get two or three roasts if I'm lucky."
Roast instead of mash and beans would be lovely, he'd admit.
"I just wish I knew how to cook it in more ways than one."
That was when Harry grinned a grin he'd never had to grin before. "I have cooked roast on plenty of occasions. I know what to do and how to make it last too."
Therefore he was enlisted to help in the making of the Christmas Eve feast. Because the random volunteers and Mara herself had family they wanted to visit, so they wouldn't be around on Christmas Day. Not that Harry minded at all. He knew that other people actually had families that they liked. He wasn't going to judge them.
This year, Mara had supposedly gotten a charity organisation to help the orphanage and every present that was donated, would go to the orphanage for this year. She'd waited in line for hours, having gotten to the building earlier than anyone else. That gave her time to fill out multiple applications.
'First come, first serve' or so the flier had said. The entrants were allowed to enter as many times as they wanted, until there were no more papers.
Mara had arrived early in the morning, when it was still dark, and took half of the stack of papers for herself. She proceeded to quickly fill them out of the next several hours and handed them all in. Buy then, other people had arrived, but Mara wasn't finished, and took the remaining papers, multitasking with both hands to sign them.
Out of the five hundred papers available for the raffle, Mara had signed three hundred and two in the name of the orphanage. If that wasn't dedication to the kids, he didn't know what was.
When the raffle was announced, the first five pieces of paper that came out of the bowl were all for the orphanage, making it an obvious victory.
Harry liked Mara and he liked how she was so willing to try and make the lives of the kids better. Even just a bit.
And it wasn't like the orphanage was large. There were less than fifty children, so everyone would at least have one gift.
Harry offered to help wrap, because he was good at that as well.
Though reluctant, Mara eventually caved.
Using the poor man's method, she had saved wrapping from past years, as well as bows and boxes. Anything to save money, and as funds were low for orphanages, it was a smart move.
Mara had been at this for six years already and she didn't plan on stopping yet.
Harry kind of wanted to be like her.
Smart and nice, but not too nice where people walked all over him Generous did not mean 'gullible' after all.
{You gained one Thinking point!}
~.O.~
Alana had a lot of work to do if she wanted to be able to adopt Harry Potter in both the Muggle and the Magical worlds.
In the Muggle world she had to be 21 years of age in order to legally adopt him. But in the Magical world she could be 17. There were different requirements depending on the child as well. Was the child a cast off from a particular family? Was the child a Muggleborn?
She thought it was pretty ridiculous that they put so much faith in these little nuances but she also knew that if she wanted to get legal custody of the boy, she would have to follow through with the Ministry's requirements.
Alana was willing to do whatever it took. She turned twenty-one on the fourth of January. That was the day that she could go and file the paperwork in the Muggle World.
She had already been filing for adoption rights in the Magical world. She did not draw too much attention to it, she did not make it a big deal, all she did was go with her sister, to the Child Welfare and Services Division of the ministry, and begin filing the papers right there.
In order to adopt a magical child, she had to be a regular resident of the Magical world. As she was still a member of her family, she was still considered a member of Magical Britain. She also went shopping in Diagon Alley on the regular and a lot of people there knew her. She had her Floo connected, and did visit other people from time to time.
She had to have a regular income. Her home also had to be safe for the child. She had to undergo a background check in order to ensure that she could be trusted with a child. They also had to test several other things.
Antoinette was currently the head of their family. Their parents did not want the responsibilities any longer, and had given Antoinette the Ladyship years ago. Therefore, Antoinette's assistance in this particular venture, would benefit both Alana and Harry greatly.
The Morris family was a mixture of Pureblooded and Halfblooded people. There were three branches of the family, obviously Alana and Antoinette came from the main branch.
The reason they were Pureblood/Halfblood mix was because the family had only a few Halfbloods marry into the line.
The Morris Family wasn't exactly like the Blacks, but they did have the occasional incestuous relationship between third cousins. The Morris' had learned that Squibs could birth or sire magical children, and had reserved to not disown any Squib children.
A Squib born to a Pureblood family was still a Pureblood, even if they had no magic.
Alana and Antoinette's grandfather on their father's side was a Squib, but he helped sire four magical children. Alana and her cousin Francesca were born Squibs as well. Francesca had given birth to a son who showed magic mere days after being delivered.
Squibs seemed to just randomly pop up in their family. To this day, there were four living Squibs in the Morris line, and not once had any of them been debased or turned away.
Antoinette supported their parent's beliefs fully and she was marrying a Squib who had been cast off from his family. If they couldn't see how amazing he was, the Morris' would take him in gladly. That was how their family operated.
Antoinette signed her section of the papers, and Alana signed her own. Both women allowed the witch at the main desk to read them over. Said woman, who was far too old to get into the gossip circles, looked at Alana with a curious look and asked, "Are you serious?"
Alana leaned in and murmured, "The Muggles he was living with were convicted on multiple charges of child abuse among other things. He's in an orphanage right now."
"Harry Potter in an orphanage when several friends of his parents would gladly take the poor boy in," the woman breathed in horror. "Bloody Dumbledore," she added afterward, looking irritated.
"I take it you want this kept quiet?"
"If you will, please?" Alana smiled. "I am ready any time you wish to send over the investigative squad."
"Right," the woman nodded.
~.O.~
{You've unlocked a new skill! Leadership!}
{Leadership: LV 3 10/35}
{You've unlocked a new skill! Listening!}
{Listening: LV 5 15/65}
{Holiday Quest: Wrap the presents! ~ COMPLETE!}
{Help Mara wrap the Christmas presents.}
{Reward: +2 EXP | +100 REP with Mara Shiloh | +1 DEX | +50 REP with Marlene Womack}
{Time Bonus: Finish wrapping in under and hour.}
{Time Bonus: +2 EXP | +50 REP with Mara Shiloh}
{You've gone up one level!}
{Quest: Clean the attic.}
{Ms. Womack wants you to clean the attic.}
{Reward: +2 EXP | +1 DEX | +1 Cleaning Skill point | +50 REP with Marlene Womack}
{Fail: +1 EXP | -50 REP with Marlene Womack}
{Time Bonus: +2 EXP | +1 Cleaning Skill point | +50 REP with Marlene Womack}
Harry sighed. If he ever felt like he had nothing to do, all he had to do was walk in front of the matron and she would find something for him to do. No need to worry about being bored. Though admittedly he was getting annoyed with all of the cleaning.
And it wasn't like she was mean or anything, she was actually pretty nice. She just wanted the building to stay in peak condition. There were such things as 'surprise inspections' and she preferred everything to be perfectly in order at all times.
Harry went to clean the attic.
Meanwhile, he decided to ponder the woman's info bubble.
Marlene Womack:
Was originally a mother of three, but lost her three sons to war, and her husband to illness. Yearning for something to do to pass her time, she began volunteering at the orphanage, helping whenever anyone needed an extra pair of hands.
A decade of dutiful service and hard work had earned her many positive reviews, and she was approached to be the next matron of the orphanage.
She is considering retiring soon, but is willing to stay for as long as she is needed.
Basically, her story was incredibly sad. She worked with children because she lost her own.
While it was nice to know things about himself, learning things about other people tended to make him sad. Harry struggled not to 'Observe' other people too much.
He tended to not like what he saw.
~.O.~
Harry got a sketchpad and some pencils for Christmas. Mara had hidden them so he wouldn't know what he was getting.
{You've unlocked a new Skill! Drawing!}
{Drawing: LV 1 5/15}
It was probably the best thing he'd ever received and Harry was careful to doodle in small portions and to use every piece of the paper, including the back. Why not put his gift to good use?
In his free time, he would doodle here and there, letting his mind wander as he did so. There weren't many books to read in the orphanage and he couldn't afford to 'learn' any because them just mysteriously going missing would not be good for him.
Especially when only certain people bothered with the books, so it could only be a select few who did it.
Harry had yet to get into trouble and he would like to keep it that way.
~.O.~
"Mr. Potter, you have a visitor."
Harry looked up from his sketchpad and found someone he wasn't expecting, standing in the doorway right next to Ms. Womack.
He could not stop the grin from spreading across his face! It had been months! Five months since he'd last seen Alana! He wasn't even sure he'd ever get to see her again, but there she was!
"Alana!" the boy exclaimed, rushing forward to give the woman a hug.
He was ten, it wasn't like he couldn't hug a friend or anything.
{You've gained +100 REP with Alana Morris.}
"You came to visit me?" he asked, feeling all sorts of emotional. Someone had actually come all the way to London just to see him of all people.
He sniffed, feeling his eyes tear up. No one ever bothered to go through so much trouble for just Harry before.
"Hey, it's okay," said Alana, using her thumb to wipe away a traitorous tear. "Everything is okay."
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"I want to introduce you to someone, is that alright?"
He nodded again, and stepped back to give her space. He didn't want to be clingy.
Alana stepped aside to reveal another woman, who was as equally tanned as she was. Similar black hair pulled back into a long plait, unlike Alana's which was in a topknot.
"Hello," the woman said, smiling and exposing shiny, white teeth.
"Hi."
"I'm Antoinette Morris, Alana's eldest sister."
They certainly looked a lot alike, though Alana was a bit shorter.
Harry gave in and used his 'Observe'.
Name: Antoinette Milani Morris
Title(s): Lady Morris
Age: 28
Human | Enchantress
LV: 129 1275/1515
HP: 1675/1675
SP: 903/914
EXP: ?
STR: PHY: 4 MAG: 79
AGI: 15
VIT: 67
INT: 85
DEX: 10
LUK: +49/-2
WIS: 96
CHA: 81
WP: 77
ATK: +25% MAG STR | +10% DEX | +20%+LUK | +3% WIS
DEF: +35% MAG STR
He nearly blanched at the number for her HP. It was huge! And her ATK and DEF! Also, she had a MAG STR and was labeled as an Enchantress! So she had to be magical too!
Wicked!
Ms. Womack left them to speak, closing the door quietly behind her, without issue.
"We wanted to come and talk to you about something important. Something that you should have known about for years, but your relatives… never told you," said Alana, taking a seat on Harry's bed when he gestured for her and her sister to sit.
Harry almost froze. If Alana's sister was magical, and had decided to come with Alana to go and meet Harry of all people, then maybe they both knew that Harry had magic too. Maybe they wanted to tell him about it.
But Harry already knew about magic. So should he just sit there and let them tell him all about it, or should he reveal the fact that he knew?
But what if what they wanted to talk about, actually had nothing to do with magic? And he ended up sounding like a moron because he was just talking about things no one believed in? He did not like not knowing what was going down.
"It's about your parents."
Well, this definitely had to be about magic. Not many people knew his parents, and he highly doubted that a magical person would try to convince him that two magical people died in a car crash.
"You mean that they were murdered?" Harry asked, hoping he wasn't wrong.
Both women gaped at him.
"How did you know?" asked Alana, who seemed slightly horrified at how casual he was being over the situation.
Harry shrugged. "Somebody left me on Aunt Petunia's doorstep with only a letter and a blanket. The letter said something along the lines of the murderer of my parents possibly coming after me and that if Petunia didn't take me in, then she and her family would be in danger."
Antoinette rolled her eyes. "Well, Mr, Potter, I will tell you now that anyone could have come along and hurt you, not just the murderer of your parents. There were supposed to be protections in place, that never actually worked because your Aunt didn't fulfill the requirements."
He frowned.
"Harry, you are a wizard," said Alana carefully.
"I know. Well, I assumed something supernatural because of the weird things I can do, I mean."
And so began the discussion of his 'accidental magic'.
~.O.~
They wanted to adopt him! As in Alana wanted to adopt him and had already gotten the magical rights to do so! As in magical people had some kind of justice system and she had to go through a bunch of stuff just so she could become his legal guardian!
Harry was completely blown away, because once again, Alana was doing more for him than anyone else ever did.
And her sister had given the okay for it, as she was the head of their family.
Harry had only had to wait a few months because Alana wasn't old enough in the 'Muggle' world. Meaning non-magical. That was why she had talked to Andrea after Andrea had spoken with Harry! She wanted to know about adoption!
"This would only be if you want it though," she told him, making sure that he knew that he was the one with the control.
But he wanted to. To live with someone that actually liked him!
Harry nodded vigorously. He wanted to be adopted! And he could learn more about magic and how to use it if she adopted him.
Alana clapped. "That's fantastic! Now, you should know more about the process.
"It usually takes up to eight months for everything to be finalised, but with a wave of Antoinette's wand, we were able to speed up the consideration period a bit, skipping that altogether. So we have six months. They will need to evaluate me to make sure that I am suitable to adopt you, and will invite me to come and spend time with you here, to evaluate how we interact with each other.
"The Adoption Panel will have to recommend me, if they find me worthy as an adoptive parent to you. As we already know each other, it won't take as long as other processes can take."
Six months. "So I'd be out of here by July?" he asked.
"Yes. And if we can push it up a bit, we'll do our best."
"Cool!"
He just wished it wouldn't take so long. But such was the legal requirement.
~.O.~
"That went a lot better than I thought it would!" Alana cheered. "I've already marked down the individual functions his school is having, and the days I am required to come in."
"Keep calm. We handle these types of situations with grace, remember," said Antoinette, though she too was smiling.
"I know! I'm just excited! I'm going to start preparing the house now. I can't wait to take him to Diagon Alley!"
"Take him for ice cream first, it'd be interesting to see him sitting there, eating ice cream, and watching people of all shapes and sizes milling about. And tell me about it when the day is over."
The sisters giggled.
~.O.~
Name: Harry James Potter
Title(s): Boy Who Lived, Heir Potter, Freak
Age: 10
Human | Wizard
LV: 17 | 25/240
HP: 96/96
SP: 104/104
EXP: 47
STR: PHY: 10 MAG: 11
AGI: 18
VIT: 15
INT: 26
DEX: 19
LUK: +25/-4
WIS: 22
CHA: 29
WP: 15
ATK: 0
DEF: 0
FLAWS:
-Malnourished -15 HP | -12 SP | -9 STR | -8 VIT | -2 LUK
-Visually Impaired -3 HP | -6 AGI | -6 VIT | -3 INT | -5 DEX | -2 WIS | -2 LUK
-Audibly Impaired -6 HP | -2 LUK
-Nerve Damage -17 HP | -3 VIT
PERKS:
-Parseltongue +7 SP | +1 LUK
-Raw Magic +14 SP | +4 LUK
-Shrewd Mind +3 INT | +4 WIS | +3 LUK
REP:
Petunia Dursley -537
Vernon Dursley -800
Dudley Dursley -238
Arabella Figg +575
4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging -42
Magical Britain +1,000
Hogwarts +190
Alana Morris +650
Joan Kuzack: +255
Andrea Fitzgerald: +300
Marlene Womack: +310
Mara Shiloh: +575
Joanne Rourke: +62
James Peterson: -70
Mottle's Orphanage: -182
Antoinette Morris: +50
MONEY:
ʛ0
£7.00
{EXP Page}
Skills:
Cooking: 15 | DEX | INT
Cleaning: 15 | DEX
Gardening: 13 | DEX | INT
Running: 12 | STR | AGI | VIT
Thinking: 16 | INT | WIS
Observe: 16 | INT | WIS
Stealth: 14 | DEX | INT | AGI
Talking: 13 | INT | CHA | WIS | +LUK
Sewing: 13 | DEX | INT
Sarcasm: 28 | INT | WIS | CHA
Beast Whisperer: 13 | CHA | INT
Persuasion: 8 | INT | WIS | +LUK | CHA
Teaching: 5 | INT | WIS | CHA | +LUK
Singing: 5 | +LUK
Leadership: 4 | CHA | INT | WIS | +LUK | WP
Listening: 8 | WIS
Drawing: 7 | DEX
Unlock new skills to gain more points.
{Close}
Harry's Stats had gone up again, though his HP was still pretty low. When he looked at some of the other kids his age and younger, he could see that their HP was much higher than his own.
One of the eight year old girls had over two hundred HP! Yes, two bloody hundred! Harry hadn't even reached one hundred yet! Her CP - which was apparently the non-magical equivalent of SP - was incredibly low though.
So with these examples in mind, Harry had a feeling that his SP was unnaturally high and that maybe his 'Core' as the info bubbles called it, was bigger?
He was a bit bummed over the FLAWS still, but he had hope that things would get better.
Alana and Antoinette promised him that they would take him to see a "Healer" when he was finally adopted.
Antoinette had a friend at St. Mungo's, which was the magical hospital of Great Britain.
Soon he'd be learning a bunch of stuff about magic. All he had to do was be patient.
And in the meantime, he looked up Antoinette's info bubble.
Antoinette Morris:
Eldest child of Morrigan and Anwar Morris. One of three children. Head of her family and engaged to Adrian Pilvock.
Antoinette was reared to accept everyone despite their blood status. She agrees with her father's teachings and is very heavy handed with her enemies, but kind to her allies.
She was a Slytherin, and is willing to do anything in order to see her loved ones safe and her enemies suffer. Loyal to herself and her beliefs, Antoinette is not one to be trifled with, and she will gladly take problems into her own hands if it means reaching her goals faster.
Harry was a bit sad that there was no way to learn about what a Slytherin was, but all he had to do was wait a few months and everything would be explained then.
He was excited!
~.O.~
A/N: Another is done!
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