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Hey there reader and authors of fanfiction, this small rant isn't target at all readers.
I know that most of you don't like the bashing idea. All I can tell you is I'm sorry, but this is my story, don't hate me when many other authors before have used this. If you don't like it then just leave, I'm not forcing your to read this story, you make that choice yourself.
Anyway, thank you for everyone who reviewed. Here is the next chapter. I hope that you all will enjoy it.
Chapter Story Word Count (Not including A/N or Previous): 12,004
Key:
"Talking" – 'Thinking'
"Using Spell" – [Device Spell using]
{Mage Mind Link} – [Device Talking]
Previously:
But the annoying matter is that the Muggle Studies teacher that had been signed on for this year would be leaving, he was not interested in renewing his contract for another year. This now left an open spot and Albus really didn't want to high another Pure-Blood who would simply make a mockery of the mundane world since they know nothing about it.
Shaking his head back to the matter on hand, he looked over the list and nodded as it seemed both Harry and this Vita leaved in the same home, so it would be like killing two birds with a single stone. Going to drop the letters off and seeing if this Vita could be trusted to come to Hogwarts.
Though he would have to wait until the school year finished, this will be in two weeks.
July 30th, 1991.
Come tomorrow and it would have been a complete year since the activation of the Book of Darkness which brought the Wolkenritter before their young master. Well, tomorrow for Harry, due to passing out, while the guardians it would be later that night.
Life ran like a small routine for the Evans since school finished for the summer a month ago.
The morning routine would run like this. Signum would be the first up and go jogging around the block to keep herself in shape, with Zafira joining her from time to time. Harry would normally be the next to wake up, causing him to get started on breakfast.
In which Signum and Zafira would return when he's halfway through cooking, a drink would have been prepared for both of them. Then right as he finishes and goes to place the food on the table, Shamal would burst in and apologize for oversleeping, yet again, and help set the food up. This is followed by the final member, a drowsy Vita, entering the room and taking a seat at the table, ignoring Shamal's complaint about going and wash her face, replying that she'll do it after breakfast.
Yep, just a normal routine that happen every day.
To think, a year ago you would have seen little to no pictures in this house. The few pictures that would have been seen was of his Uncle Girl, Aria, and Lotte. Now the house had many kinds of pictures of things that have happened within the last year.
Since the kidnapping incident, everything else had flown smoothly.
It appears that there were some aftereffects from the kidnapping. As a few months after the incident, Harry stated to have occurring nightmares of being beaten by the Dursley's among the main, causing the boy to have to go to a few therapy sessions to help him through this.
Also, thanks to Harry, Vita was given a small blessing.
The girl was annoyed that everyone kept saying she was in the wrong class due to looking like an eight year old, to sort this, Harry had asked the Book of Darkness, which he always kept close by or it followed him around the house, if it would allow Vita to age.
At first to seemed that the book was against it, as it shook from left to right as if it was saying and telling the boy no. But after what seemed to be a month of convincing, the book finally gave in and granted what he asked. So now the girl looked a year younger than Harry, so while the boy now looked ten, Vita would look nine-years-old.
Plus it seemed that something else was happening, something that young Harry didn't even know about.
When Shamal healed him, she found something she wishes she hadn't. There was like a dark leach inside their master's head, or more precise master's scar that had latched onto his head.
This could be the reason behind the dizziness and negative memories and emotions from time to time, plus it had seemed too latched down to their master's core.
Of course, she would remove it right away, by absorbing it into the Book of Darkness.
However, she found a surprise when she opened the cover of the book to find the first page filled, flipping the page over she noted that the second the page was almost filled while the third was still blank.
After checking with the other knights and gotten their word that none of them had started to collect pages for the book yet, Shamal recheck her master's core and was met with a third shock and surprise that night.
It turned out that the leech has been intercepted by the defence program, which instead of draining energy from their master, was draining magical energy from whoever the leech was connected to.
That fact it was continuing must mean that the person it's connected to, hasn't realized that their core is slowly being drained of their magic.
The only damage the program has done to their master was when it connected itself to the nerviest system in his legs, which is why he still can't walk.
Upon informing the other knights about this, they agreed that they will do nothing about the leech in their master's scar for now.
As it was a small blessing that was protecting their own master's core from being drained and damaging him, but they would keep watch, as sooner or later the leech's magic drain will run dry and they would have to step in.
Now, nine months later, they would discover that today would flow a little differently from their normal routines.
Noon has just passed and so had lunch, from it the Evan's were following their normal routine. Zafira was sleeping, in his dog form, in front of the sofa. Vita was also sleeping, layout on the sofa with some drool on her lips.
Signum was using a cloth and wiping down the left over bits off the table. Shamal had collected all of the plates, cups, and knives and forks in, and was washing them.
Finally, Harry was beside Shamal, drying the items that his blonde knight was washing.
With the last of the items cleaned and put away, there was a knock at the front door. "I've got it." Harry called, wheeling his chair over to the door.
Reaching up and pulling the handle, opening the door, the boy had to blink at the old man standing there. First thought, you would wonder if he the man still believed that they lived in the 70's, as he was wearing a pure velvet suit with a purple tie that had green polka-dots on it.
"Hello, is this the Evans residence?" he asked politely, his eyes seemed to twinkle in recognition of the boy in front of him, before narrowing slightly at the sight of the wheelchair.
"Um…" the boy murmured, he didn't know why but this man seemed very familiar to him, but he swears that he hadn't seen him before…had he?
"Yes this is the Evans residence," Shamal spoke up, wiping her hands with a cloth as she walked over, sensing her master's discomfort. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Shamal Evans, Harry's caretaker."
"Pleasure to meet you, I am Headmaster Dumbledore." He greeted back, shaking her hand.
"Headmaster?"
The man nodded his head to her question. "I have come to offer both Mr. Harry and Miss. Vita Evans a place at my school."
"How did you know are names?" Harry asked as he looked at the old man, trying to put his face to where he seen him before.
"I was informed of your names before coming here today." He replied.
"What school's this, then?" Signum asked as Shamal had led the headmaster over to the table. Placing Harry's wheelchair against the table edge, while the pink haired knight had walked over and swatted Vita across the head to wake her up.
"It is called Hogwarts." He replied, taking a seat opposite Harry, followed by the rest of the guardians.
"I'm sorry, but I'm up to date with most schools and I've never heard of a Hogwarts before?" Shamal spoke up.
As a guardian knight of the Book of Darkness, the moment they are released to serve their new master, they gain the basic knowledge of the world around them. From there, they can simply look up the rest of the current information and, in nowadays terms, download it into their minds.
Out of the four, since Shamal isn't the main fighter, she's the one that is always the most up to date with the world they are in and is up to her to inform the other three, whether it be location or history behind it.
Dumbledore nodded his head again. "Of course, as it isn't a normal kind of school."
Reaching into his coat, the man pulled out two old fashion styled letters.
One was address to Harry while the other was address to Vita. Taking the letters off him, Harry turned to the seal around on the back, to see the crest had four animals on it. A lion, snake, raven, and badger.
Breaking the seal, he pulled out the letter that was inside it and unfolded it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Magic." The boy spoke looking at the letter, a part of him wanted to ask if it was the same kind of magic that Signum had been teaching him, as right now he can go as far as creating a small white Belkan seal on both of his palms and use it to freeze items. "What kind of magic?"
The man looked at them with a light smile. "Let me answer that with a question. If I ask you if you could make me a cup of tea, what you would do?" he asked, at seeing expressions on their faces, he continued. "Just humour me. I promise you it will answer your question."
"Um," the boy replied slowly, thinking through the steps. "Well, I would have to wheel myself into the kitchen and get the tin of tea leaves. Then I would boil some water, put the leaves in it and…"
Dumbledore held up his hand up to stop him. "Allow me to demonstrate." he said.
Pulling out what looked like a wooden stick and flicked it slightly, causing the tea set to appear from the kitchen. With another flick, the teapot was filled with water. With a twitch, the leaves streamed out of the tin and into the pot. A tap caused steam to billow from the spout, and with a final wave, the pot floated up and poured tea into two cups, one of which was floating towards those seated at the table.
With a final flick of his wand, all the left over bits were banished back into the kitchen, where they were either cleaned or put away.
"Okay, that's a handy little thing..." Vita commented as the old man placed the stick on the desk.
"So you magic is wand based?" Signum asked as the headmaster looked at her.
He nodded his head. "Yes, apart from the rear skill of wandless magic, is there another kind?" he asked, curious to her answer by the look on her face.
It would seem that Signum was saved from answering when Dumbledore's eyes fell upon a giant blue wolf that had just woken from its sleep and made its appearance from the other side of the sofa.
"Who is this?" he asked blinking slightly, knowing for a fact that this wasn't a normal kind of dog that you would see in the Muggle world.
"Um…this is Zafira." Harry introduced trying to think how he could explain, the wolf bowed its head to the old man before sitting beside his master. "By the look, I can see that I can't pass him off as a normal pet…"
"That would be correct."
"Well…" he muttered quickly thinking on the spot. "…I accidentally…summoned him…"
The way he said it alone could easily point out that he just lied, but Dumbledore stroked his beard in thought.
"Yes that does sound possible." He told them. "However, to create a wolf this big, your accidental magic must have been really calling out from either the distress or the pain you would have been in."
Harry nodded slowly, not really wanting to talk about his past but would have to, to hide Zafira and the guardian's true secret. "Yes, my uncle and aunt, as well as my cousin, didn't like me very much."
"And who were your cousins?"
"The Dursleys." The way the boy gave him this one answer, was in the tone that they were finished with this talk as it was making him uncomfortable.
Deciding to move along, the talk moved on with Dumbledore explaining a bit more about the school, to which both Harry and Vita replied they would attend. Harry wanting to go and learn this new style of magic, while Vita, also wanted to learn this new style of magic, was also mainly going to look after her master.
Seeing as Zafira was Harry's pet, Dumbledore said he would talk to the Board of Governors, at a meeting later that afternoon, to allow him permission to bring the wolf along.
One of the bright notes for Albus, was how he noticed how Shamal seemed to have a strong understanding of the Muggle world. Asking her some question proved this, which led him to ask if she would be interested to become the new Muggle Studies professor.
After explaining the position to her along with showing her the official professor contract, which she read multiple times to make sure that she fully understood everything, she agreed and signed it.
Though he was surprised when the pinked haired woman, Signum if he remembered correctly, asked was there any way she could help out on the grounds of Hogwarts?
The headmaster thought through this one, as far as he knew Hagrid took care of the grounds, mainly the forest. The house elves took care of the castle, while Argus Filch, on the other hand, really does nothing.
The man has a grudge against all children that enter Hogwarts, mainly because they have magic while he doesn't for being a squib. Perhaps it was finally time to retire Argus. No doubt he would either enjoy it or hate it, you could never win with him.
Since they didn't need a caretaker then…perhaps someone that could handle the detentions? After all, the professors always complained that they didn't have time to mark when supervising detentions.
He informed her that he would discuss with the board, even though the final say of hiring power falls to him in the end, about the issue and would send word to her within the next few days.
The final issues were Harry's legs, since he would have restrictions when it came to the staircases.
It was Shamal who came to the rescue, explaining that the incident of when he was hit with his uncle's car, that he had been in the chair for so long that not even magic could heal them. Dumbledore doubted at first, casting a few silent diagnostic charms which showed a dark energy was affecting his legs.
However, he played along and accepted what she said. The headmaster informed them that he would have the Runes professor enchant a wheelchair that will allow him to move up and down the staircases without any worries.
From there all was going well, the headmaster was getting an insight to the boy's new light, when Harry sighed. "Headmaster, can you just drop the act, please."
"Pardon?" Albus asked putout slight, the boy looking down at the cup in his hands.
"When you first saw me, I knew you already recognized me." The boy replied, hitting the point dead on. "Which also means you know what my really surname is…"
The headmaster sighed and nodded. "Yes, Harrison James Potter."
"Is it true that my father abandon me…" he murmured. "…because he believed I had no power."
Albus sighed again as he stroked his beard. "To answer your question Mr. Evans, I will need to tell you the story of what took place back then."
The boy nodded his head, wanting to know why.
"Very well then, to explain this story I will need to go back a very of years." He replied looking at all of them. "You parents, James and Lily Potter were part of the resistance against the dark wizard that tried to take over Great Britain. He and his followers believed in pureblood supremacy."
"Pureblood supremacy?" Shamal asked.
"Yes, it's based on the classifications of magical heritage. There are pureblood, those who have only magical ancestors until their great-grandparents. The ones in the next category are half-bloods. Though they come in different ways: one could be they can have one magical parent and a non-magical parent, another could be a pureblood parent and a not pureblood parent, or both magical parents which are both not pureblooded. Finally, there are Muggle-born, those with two non-magical parents and are looked down upon in the wizarding world as pureblood believe they are filth blood and others believe they stole magic from pureblood families."
"How do you steal magic?" Harry asked the headmaster.
"That's the point, you can't." the headmaster replied, in a brief moment he noticed how his three caretakers and the dog looked between one another, as if what he just said was wrong and there was a way.
"So what am I classified as?" the boy asked, gaining the headmaster attention again.
Thinking for a second, he answered. "You would be classified as a half-blood. Your father was a pureblood while your mother was Muggle-born."
"What if she had been a half-blood from a wizard family line?"
Dumbledore had to chuckle at the questions. "In that case, seeing you father was a pureblood, you would have been considered three-quarters pure, as such a pureblood, but if she was half and not from a wizarding family line, then simply a half."
"So continuing with the story?"
"Ah yes, now this dark wizard assembled followers around him, they were called Death Eaters. They spread terror all over the County and killed people without remorse."
"Mainly those who were seen as low down on the Pureblood supremacy?" Signum asked as the headmaster nodded his head.
"All those that opposed them were in danger, one of the few remaining safe places was Hogwarts, due to the barriers place there." He continued on, looking out the window slightly lost in thought. "Of course there were rumours that the dark wizard, a man who was mostly called You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as they still fear to use his name, feared me. So as I was the headmaster of Hogwarts and therefore never dared to attack the school." Shaking his head at the thoughts.
"It was really dark times. Nobody knew whom they could trust anymore, which caused many innocent people sent off to jail. The Ministry of Magic, as well as myself who led a group of people that fought against You-Know-Who, tried to stop him, but he and his followers were winning the civil war."
"And my parents?" the boy asked quietly.
"Your parents were some of his main targets as they refused to work for him. One night I had received a warning that You-Know-Who would come after you and your brother, so I made them go into hiding with the two of you." He explained to the boy. "On Halloween 1981 he found your hiding place and went there. It was in Godric's Hollow, the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor, one of the four witches and wizards that founded Hogwarts centuries ago, where he went to kill you all. He somehow got through the protective wards around your home and attacked. He killed a man and close family friend of your father called, Frank Longbottom, then he proceeded to kill your mother and then he tried…"
"He tried?" Vita asked, like all the other guardians who were listening closely to this story.
"He tried to kill you and your brother, with the same curse that killed your mother."
"That fact my brother and I are still alive, means something must have happened right?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore nodded his head. "Yes, but here the mystery starts. When he shot the killing curse, one of three curses that are called unforgivable curses, at you and your brother, somehow the curse backfired at him. That's how you got the scar on your forehead and he got a scar on his cheek." He stated looking at the lightning scar on his forehead. "Though many believe the mark on your forehead is just a backlash of the magic."
"And the Dark Wizard?" Shamal asked.
"He vanished that evening. Nobody has seen or heard of him for ten years. Some say he is dead, but they never found a body, while others say he is biding his time, but why would he do that if he were strong enough to cause terror again?" the man asked.
"The most probable theory is that he was weakened so much that he can't do anything at the moment and waits until he can get back his strength. Nobody definitely knows, but one thing everybody in the wizarding world does know." He said looking at Harry once again. "And that is that he vanished because of your brother. He is very famous in the wizarding world but especially here in Britain. He is known as The-Boy-Who-Lived, because nobody, but him has ever survived a killing curse."
"And me?"
The old man sighed and shook his head. "No, many who knew you existed believed you to be a squib…"
"Squid?"
"No, no," the headmaster laughed. "Squib, B not D. It means your born to magical parents by don't have any magic to perform spells with a wand." He explained. "That night, when your health was check, they said you magic was near squib level, not that you were a squib. But sadly your father didn't read that fine print and believed that you were a squib…"
"And abandoned me at the Dursley's because of it." Harry finished, to which the old man nodded. "Let me guess, if he found out I had the magic he didn't believe, he would come back and pick me up saying he knew all along." He scoffs darkly, but blinks as the headmaster looked down at his cup. "That was his plan…"
Dumbledore nodded once again. "Yes, since I get an updated list of those who will join Hogwarts in June, I was supposed to inform him if your name appeared."
"That fact that a man I'm supposed to look a miniature hasn't appeared means you haven't told him." He said, instead of asked.
Dumbledore nodded his head. Harry fell silent. So many thoughts were running through his head as he tried to understand them. "Please excuse me." He replied, turning his wheelchair and leaving the room.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…"
"No." Signum cut in. "If you hadn't told him the truth now, it would have hurt him more if you kept it a secret and he meet them in the future."
Dumbledore nodded his head understanding, he had wished he could have done more in the past, but if he had interfered James would have found out, and used his status as the Boy-Who-Lived father over him.
"Professor, you said, he was called You-Know-Who, what was his real name?" Vita finally asked.
He sighed, but he knew that Harry needed to know this as well.
"His name was Voldemort. But most people don't like to say or even hear the name. Even after ten years the fear is rooted very deeply in the people." he answered.
"I see." Vita replied thinking for a second. "Vol de mort…if I think correctly, that is French isn't it?"
"Yes, it means Flight from death," Dumbledore replied. "Which is understandable, as his main goal was to achieve immortality."
"Then his is a coward?" Signum replied.
"How so, Mrs. Evans?" he asked, they could hear the interest in his voice.
Signum explains her thoughts from how her life has been. "It may because of how I was raised and trained, but true warriors embrace the figure of Death like an old friend when the time comes…"
"And let him guide them onto the next great adventure." Dumbledore finished as the pink haired knight nodded her head.
Seeing as Harry hadn't returned, the headmaster rose to his feet "I believed I have stayed long enough," he told them, picking up their reply letters. "I will leave these two books here," once looked like a guidebook for Muggle-born to find certain wizarding locations, the second was a book called Hogwarts, A History. "The rune charmed wheelchair shall be delivered here within the following month. I'll have one of the professors meet you at the Leaky Cauldron around noon tomorrow with shopping for your supplies, the location is in the guidebook, and will see you on September first." he finished walking over to the door.
Looking back, the headmaster noticed a pair of forest green eyes watching him from the hallway, the headmaster knew he had a bit to fix before he could gain Harry's forgiveness for leaving him in an abusive environment, but he will try.
Giving the boy a small nod, he opened the door and walked outside, closing the door behind him.
31st July, 1991
Charing Cross Road, London, England
"It's hard to believe that this is the place."
It was nearly noon on this sunny day, and five…no four occupants and one dog was standing outside a tiny, grubby-looking pub, none of them could believe that this place of all places had to be the entrance to a hidden part of the British magical world.
Though it did have some credit as people were walking straight pass the place like it wasn't even there. The boy in the wheelchair reread the directions and the guidebook to the wizarding world location one more time, make clearly sure that this was the place.
"Might as well go in." Signum said as she pushed the door open, allowing Shamal to push Harry's wheelchair inside.
For a famous place, well according to the guidebook they were given, it was very dark and shabby looking. Not the kind that was full of drugs or thieves, but rather in the sense that the rest of the world had left this place behind in the up to date timeline.
The occupants of that were in the pub at the time, eyed them as there were murmurs of 'another set of muggles' but there was one thing they couldn't deny. That was the sense of power coming from the two women, the girl, and the clearly oversized blue wolf that were surrounding the boy in a wheelchair.
However, before anyone could move, a small man made his way over to them. Harry had to blink at the size of the person before the group, he was wearing robes with a raven symbol on a crest, on the left side of his robes.
"Greetings, you must be the Evans family correct?" he asked them, as they nodded their heads.
"Yes," Shamal said, standing behind Harry's wheelchair. "I am Shamal, this is Signum," signalling to the pink haired knight, "This is Vita," this time to the small girl, "And this is Harry." Finally to the boy in the wheelchair.
"What about this one?" he asked, looking slightly intimidated by the stare the oversized wolf was giving him.
"Zafira, the…"
"Wolf familiar summon by accidentally magic." The small man finished nodding his head. "The headmaster has already informed us of this." Bowing his head slightly, he introduced himself. "I am Professor Filius Flitwick, the Charms Master and professor at Hogwarts."
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
With the minor introductions out of the way, Professor Flitwick smiled as he led them through the bar, with many curious eyes watching after them, and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds.
The group watched as the half-goblin had made his way over to the wall, jumping up onto the trash can, and began counting bricks in the wall above it. "Three up…two across…" he muttered. "Right, stand back, please." He told them, tapped the wall three times with the point of his wand.
The brick he had tapped quivered in the middle, a small hole appeared that grew wider and wider, a second later they were facing an archway that led out onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
"Welcome," said Flitwick smile, taking in their surprised reactions, "to Diagon Alley."
The little man had to grin at looks of amazement on both Harry's and Vita's face, though he did have to blink at the way the blue wolf took everything in, if he didn't know any better, he would have thought the wolf was an animagus.
But that is impossible; otherwise the anti-deception spell he casted as they were entering the courtyard would have shown it.
Stepping through the archway, they followed the professor into the alley.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop, the boy turning his head in every direction as his wheelchair was pushed up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping.
Vita looked to her left as she heard a low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium - Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments neither had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon.
She couldn't help be give a small look of disgust at a shop that seemed to sell talking mirrors and other items that complemented you when you touched or looked at them 'Honestly how vain could wizards be?' she thought in her mind.
Both noticed both several boys around Harry's age had their noses pressed against the window with broomsticks in it. "Look," they could hear one of them say, "The new Nimbus Two Thousand, fastest broom ever!"
Vita and Harry shared a looked at one another, shrugging the shoulder as they could only see a broom as what it is, a broom. Must be a wizard thing.
What they, bar Professor Flitwick, didn't notice was the looks people were giving them, were the same as the looks Harry and his group had got back inside the Leaky Cauldron. Many pureblood males were eyeing both Signum and Shamal with some shade of lust while kids were pointing at Zafira, some complaining that they want their own pet like that.
Finally, many noted the boy seated in his wheelchair, it was an obvious sign of a Muggle, but what they couldn't help but note was the fact he looked similar to a certain well known lord and his son.
"Gringotts." Flitwick announces as they had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing the uniform of scarlet and gold, was a goblin was about a head shorter than Harry.
He had a swarthy, clever face, pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside, though looked slightly surprised when the boy in the chair returned it.
Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
Trying to understand the words he just read, Shamal pushed his chair on through the silver doors, and into a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these.
Flitwick led the group to counter that had no one lined up at it.
"Good day, Teller Griphook." Flitwick greeted his fellow goblin, who looked up from counting his coins.
"Greetings Warrior Filius," he replied back, looking at the group with him as he pulled out a book. "We have been informed of the professor's arriving with Muggle-born or Muggle-raised, let's see…"
Harry noted that the list had been divided up into three groups, one with Professor Flitwick while the other two were with a Professor Sprout and a Professor McGonagall.
"Here we are, July 31, the Evans." He stated as his finger landed on the name. "These two are on the Hogwarts Sponsorship, which the money has already been paid through." He told them, pushing two blank gems forward. "As required of Gringotts, a drop of blood from both of you to confirm you are who you say you are."
Vita went first, pricking her finger and letting a drop of blood fall on one of the two gems, watching as it lit up to the point you would believe that it was a genuine ruby.
The goblin nodding his head looking at Harry who was wheeled closer, Flitwick gently lift the gem and lowered it down to the boy, who drop a bit of blood onto it, watching as it reacted like Vita's one.
The goblin nodded his head again, putting both gems away as two small money bags appeared, he handed them both over to Signum, who accepted them. "There is enough gold in those bags to purchase everything that you require." He informed them, before going back to his work, signaling that they were finished.
Flitwick lead them back out into the alley, where things seemed to be picking up as there were more people then when they entered.
"Now then, do you have your stationary lists?" he asked as both Harry and Vita nodded their head, pulling out the letter that had come with their acceptance letters. Unfolding them, they saw the required list.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
Wand
Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set
Glass or Crystal Phials
Telescope set
Brass Scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Looking at the list, Harry had to ask "Um…professor."
"Yes?"
"For the telescopes, would it be okay if we brought it from the Muggle side?" he asked as the professor looked confused. "Well, it's just when I saw the telescopes earlier, they looked very fragile and if you dropped one it would shatter. Plus they seem very…out of date."
Flitwick took a moment to take this information in, he knew that there had been some complaints from Muggle-born in his house about how easy the telescopes were broken. He knew they couldn't charm them with unbreakable magic because if you did that, you would be unable to take it apart to clean the lens.
"Very well, you may bring a Muggle telescope, however, please make sure that it is not run by electricity. Otherwise, the Hogwarts wards will destroy them." He agreed, leading them down the pavement.
They soon found themselves outside Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
"I would suggest that you get your robes done first as it will because very busy here soon." The half-goblin told them, seemed very distracted as he saw a group of people running to where the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron was.
Harry being pushed in by Shamal, with Vita following, entered the shop. Leaving Zafira and Signum with the professor. Seeing all the robes they had on display, they soon came face to face with Madam Malkin, who was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dears?" she asked, looking at Harry and Vita.
"Yes," Shamal replied. "Two students to collect their robes, and also a set of teacher's robes."
"Ah, you must be the one I got the letter for." She stated, having received a letter from the headmaster of Hogwarts that a new teacher would be coming to collect some robes soon. Thanks to the salary that Shamal will be getting for teaching, her requirements for robes and books have already been paid for. "If you will come this way please, another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin set a stool out, allowing Harry to move himself out of the wheelchair and to be seated on a stool, she slipped a long robe over his head and began to pin it to the right length.
Shamal and Vita were both seated on a bench to the side, waiting for their turns.
"Hello," the boy spoke. "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes," Harry replied, watching the pins.
"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," the boy spoke in a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own, I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."
Harry, as much as he hates to admit it and even think about it, was strongly started to be reminded of former cousin Dudley.
"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.
"No," Harry replied once again, as Madam Malkin altered the robe around a bit, which was slightly difficult with him sitting on the stool instead of standing on it.
"Play Quidditch at all?"
"No," he replied, wondering what on earth Quidditch could be.
"I do." Seemingly not paying a single word of attention to what Harry was saying. "Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
"No," said Harry, though after going through Hogwarts, A History, he would have to admit that all the houses had their ups and downs. Though from what the book said, he might aim for either Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw due to wanting to say out of the rivalry between the snakes and the lions.
"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all my family have been, imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" he asked in an arrogant voice.
"Mmm," said Harry, wishing this boy would just go away already.
The boy's eyes seem to dart over to the door, when he caught sight of something. "Merlin! What kind of wolf is that!?" he asked in disbelief at the sight of the oversized blue wolf, who was sitting beside the pink hair woman talking with the Hogwarts professor.
"Oh, that's Zafira."
The blond hair boy instantly stared at him, for the first time since he was seated there. "It is yours?" he asked, the tone of disbelief still in his voice.
"Yeah," Harry nodded his head. "I accidentally summoned him."
"Summoned…" the boy muttered. "That's impossible, summoning familiars it's…"
But before could even continue, Madam Malkin's assistant spoke up. "That's you done, my dear."
The boy hopped down from the footstool. "Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," boy replied, quickly paying for his robes and fleeing the shop, avoiding Zafira by going around the oversized wolf.
With him gone, Madam Malkin's assistant pulled Vita up onto the spare stool. It took a bit more time, but soon all three had collected their new robes and went on back out of the shop to meet up with everyone else.
Only to come across an odd sight…
It would seem that someone famous must be making a guest appearance, by the way, they crowd was building up around the way back to the Leaky Cauldron. Professor Flitwick just shook his head with a sigh, before quickly moving them along.
"Trust me. You don't want to be here, when the 'wizard' makes his appearance." He told them.
They brought their pewter cauldron, along with a nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients. As noted they would buy Vita's, seeing as Harry already has one, telescope from the Muggle side.
Then they visited the Apothecary, which seem to catch Harry's fascination enough to make up for its horrible smell, which was causing Vita to gag, a mixture of bad eggs and rotten cabbages.
Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor; jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling.
While Flitwick asked the man behind the counter for a supply of some basic potion ingredients for two first-year students, Harry and Signum examined the silver unicorn horns at twenty-one Galleons each and minuscule, glittery-black beetle eyes.
Vita took to going back out and waiting with Shamal outside.
Once everyone was outside the Apothecary, the crowd only seemed to have grown as everyone was starting to form lines, Flitwick checked both lists again.
"Only wands and books are left." He told them as he pulled out his pocket watch. "Oh dear it seems I'm running behind on time. Will you be able to find yourselves back out of the alley?" he asked them. "I need to go and meet with another Muggle-born family soon."
Shamal nodded her head. "That's alright, we'll be alright from here."
The half-goblin nodded his head at them, after quickly making sure they knew their way onto the train before turning and, as they blinked, disappeared in a 'pop'.
Seeing the crowd starting to get louder, the group decided to get the wands first before collecting their books.
Making their way through the crowd, some still giving the two older guardians those sick looks while the kids were pointing at Zafira, they soon found themselves through and at the shop.
The shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. Though the moment that had closed the door, you could hear and eruption of cheers from outside, the guest wizard must have arrived.
Looking around the shop, you would notice that 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. The old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes blinked in shock as he found a silver sword pressed up against his neck. "My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you." He told them, holding his hands up to signal he was unarmed and defenceless.
The pink haired knight looked at her master, who nodded his head awkwardly, causing the old man to blink as the sword disappeared in a purple light.
"Ah yes, well greetings, I am Ollivander." The man said introducing himself. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter, or is it Harry Evans."
But the tone in his voice, you could clearly understand that what he just said wasn't a question.
"Yes, you have your mother's eyes. It seemed 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."
"I see." He spoke lightly, taking in any and all information about his mother in this world.
"Yes, if it weren't for the war, I would say she would most have likely become a Charms Mistress at a young age." Ollivander replied.
The knights noticing how he kept giving them certain looks, not one of hatred or disgust, but ones of curiosity.
"And that's where…" he starting, going to touch the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with his long, white finger, but backed off seeing Signum's sword reappear. "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly, treading carefully as the boy's caretakers seemed to be very protective of him. "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…"
He seemed to have looked off into space, lost in his own thoughts of events that had occurred in the past. Shaking his head, he turned his attention towards Vita.
"Well now, ladies first." He spoke, walking behind the counter and pulled out pulled a long tape measure with silver markings. "Now let's see, which is your wand arm?"
"Er…" she thought for a second on which hand she would normally hold Graf Eisen in. "I'm right-handed." She told him.
"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Vita from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head, as he measured, he said to them. "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance. 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."
Vita suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between her 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, Miss Evans. Try this one."
Handing her the wand, she waved it as a vase on the desk exploded and shattered.
"Nope!" he quickly said taking it back off her, it continued like that as he pulled out two more wands, which were rejected, before pulling out the third. "Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."
Waving it caused a chunk of the table to blow to pieces, causing the wand to be snatched out of her hand once more.
Looking around the shelves of wands, he stopped for a second before pulling out a certain wand box.
"Yes…" looking over at Vita, before looking back at the box, nodding his head and walking over. "As I told you before, we use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons." He said, "However, there are times where I might use a core that is different from those three."
Pulling the wand out of the box, he handed over to her. The moment the girl took it in her hand, she felt the warmth run through it as red and white sparks spouted out of the wand tip, signalling Vita had found her match.
"Bravo," Ollivander clapped, putting the wand in the box. "Nine inches, rather springy." He explained, "The core is Griffin Claw. A majestic creature of enormous strength, the griffin is considered to be king of beasts and birds; it possesses the bravery of a lion and the dexterity of an eagle. They are often known to guard vast treasures. A griffin's claw is a wise choice for one who wishes to cast powerful defensive spells, charms or hexes. It would make an excellent companion to woods that draw off the elements of air and earth." Handing the box over to the girl. "The wood is Wenge. Which draws from the elements of earth and water and seeks a companion of strength and versatility, it is most compatible with an owner who is in touch with nature. Used for defence and protection. Excellent for dispelling dark magic."
Giving them a moment to take the information in, he then asked, "Would you like to pay for your wands together or separate?"
"Together, please," Harry replied as he looked at Shamal. {Your turn Shamal.}
{Are you sure Master Harry? Wouldn't you like to get yours first?} She asked back looking down to her ward in his wheelchair, who shook his head telling her to gets hers. {Very well.}
Ollivander had to look between the two with even more curiosity, wondering how they were speaking to one another without even saying a word.
"If I may please purchase my wand now, Mr. Ollivander." Shamal asked walking forward.
The man nodded his head. "Yes, I can sense magic in you, but I have never sold you a wand before." He murmured, as soon they began following the same way that happened to Vita. But before he pulled out wands this time, he asked her a question. "May I ask what is your specialty field?"
"I'm a healer." She replied as the man nodded his head and moved off to his shelves of wands, pulling out a certain box and brought it over.
Pulling it out of his container, Shamal took hold and felt the warmth through her figures.
"I thought so, ten inches, sturdy." He spoke, taking the wand back and putting it back in the box for her. "The word is made of Ash, which is also known as the father of trees. Ash draws off the element of water. Requires focus and strength of purpose. Seeks a healing companion. Used for protection. Excellent for absorbing illness and healing spells." He explained, "The core is Unicorn Hair as you know the unicorn is a creature of mystery and beauty. Gentle yet powerful, ancient yet pure, a strand of its hair is a wise choice for one who wishes to cast healing and protection spells."
Once he handed the box other, he then turned to Harry.
"Now, Mr. Evans if you would." He asked, like what happened to Vita and Shamal would soon happen to him, though his felt odder due to being seated in his wheelchair the entire time. Then the wands were brought out.
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…" his voice drifted off as he pulled a certain box out of the pile, he seemed hesitant but was indeed curious. "I wonder, now…yes, why not." He spoke lightly pulling the wand from the box "Unusual combination, holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
The moment Harry took the wand in his hand, he surprised all by throwing it back onto the desk and pulling his hand away, it was slightly shaking.
"W-what was t-that dark feeling…" he asked, shaking slightly looking at the man who picked the wand up and put it away instantly.
Mr. Ollivander seemed to have bit his lip, as he fixed Harry with his pale stare. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, every single wand. It so happens that I was saving this certain wand for the Boy-Who-Lived."
Harry blinked at this, as he looked at the wand box. "My brother…why?"
"Well, 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…" he suddenly found himself hesitant again, before saying the next bit. "…its brother was the one that took your mother's life and gave you and your brother, those scars."
Harry shivered more at the thought, not realizing that they had gone through three more wands during that time.
"Yes, try this one please Mr. Evans." He replied, holding out a beautifully carved wand. "This one is like that of Miss Evans, with a core that I wouldn't usually use."
Harry took the wand. He felt sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of white and blue sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls.
Mr. Ollivander smiled and clapped his hands. "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good." He replied, taking the wand back to wrap and put back in its box, "Eleven inches, very sturdy," he told them, handing the box over. "The wood is that of a rare kind, willow." He explained, "As it comes from the tree of enchantment. A feminine wood which harnesses the power of moon and water, it seeks a companion with psychic energy. Excellent for Moon Magic."
"How is it a rare wood?" Vita asked taking the box off him as Harry had their books.
"You see, willow wood is only compatible to those that have either been blessed by the moon spirit or protected by those of the night sky." He answered with a light smile, missing the exchange between the group in front of him.
"And the core?" Harry asked, "You said it was like Vita's, a core that you wouldn't normally use."
Ollivander nodded his head. "That is correct." He replied, "The core is a single Pegasus Wing Feather." He chuckled at the looks on their faces, "I don't know who my father was able to collect the feather, but he did." He said looking up at the roof of his shop. "As you know the Pegasus is a powerful creature of flight. Strong and agile, the Pegasus is thought to create springs where ever its hoof touches the earth. A wing feather would be a wise choice for one who wishes to control the four winds or harness the power of lightning."
With that said, Harry paid ten gold Galleons for his wand as well as another ten for Vita's and nine for Shamal's, which was followed by Mr. Ollivander given them a small bow as they left his shop his shop.
By time they got back outside, most of the crowd and moved on up and were now standing outside of Gringotts, were some armed goblins were stopping the 'fan-people' and those with cameras from getting into the bank.
The group just ignored it and pushed on, they only had one more stop before they head home.
The last stop on their list was for their school books in a shop called Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather. Books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all.
Pulling out his list, they began to look around for the books needed. The easiest to find was The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), by Miranda Goshawk, this cost only one sickle. That was followed closely by A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch, as the Transfiguration isle was next to the Charms one, the book cost one galleon.
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot and Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling were next on their list to find as both books were on the same isle. The same could be said for One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore and Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger.
All four books cost two galleons each.
Another book that cost two galleons was Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander, and finally, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble, there last book on the list, cost only one galleon.
Twelve galleons and one sickle for the complete set of first-year books, since they needed to sets for both him and Vita, the total price would come up to twenty-four galleons and two sickles.
"Hey you!"
Having just paid for their books and meeting up with Signum waiting outside with Zafira, as the wolf wasn't allowed inside the store, when someone had shouted in their direction.
Harry had to blink at the three boys that were approaching them. The round-face one and a red head were following behind their leader, who looked identical to Harry himself.
The only main difference between the two, was the fact that this boy was wearing glasses, had hazel eyes and wearing wizarding robes. Harry, on the other hand, was wearing contacts, had forest eyes and wearing Muggle clothing.
"Um…yes?" Harry asked as the boy now stood before him, there were murmurs around them as wizards and witches were looking between the boy in a wheelchair and the one that stomped over to them on how similar they looked.
"Where did you get that wolf from!" he demanded to know, more than asked. Looking at Zafira with a shade of envy, in a way you would think that he hated the fact someone else owned a big blue wolf he didn't.
"Um…I…"
But the boy cut-off before he could say anything else. "Never mind, how much do you want for him?"
Harry blinked at him and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but Zafira isn't for sale."
There was silence for a few seconds before the boy laughed. "Oh nice joke, now seriously. How much do you want for the wolf?"
"As I said before, Zafira IS NOT for sale!" Harry said again, putting pressure on the two words to get the message across.
The flat out rejection of giving or even selling the oversized blue wolf to him, him of all people, caused the boy's eyes to narrow. But it was the redhead on who spoke up. "How dear you say no to him! Do you know who he is!?"
"Ron." The boy spoke, stopping the red-head, before he looked back the time. "Don't you know who I am!?" he stated in a harsh voice. "I am Michael Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived!" he began to rant.
During which, he didn't notice Harry look at him in slight surprise. This was his twin brother by birth? A kid who is acting like a spoilt brat because he can't get whatever he wants.
Right then a thought then crossed his mind, if he was here then…
{Signum, can we please leave now!} He asked in a slight worried voice. The pink haired knight looked at him confused, but seeing the look in his eye, she understood why he wanted to leave.
"I'm sorry to break this up, but we need to be on our way." She spoke up.
This stopped the boy dead in his rant, as he watched the pink haired woman turn the boy in his wheelchair around and started to push them away down the street, the others in their group, including the wolf, following them.
"Oi! Who said you can just walk away when the Boy-Who-Lived is talking!" Harry could hear, who must have been the round-face boy, shout.
Sadly the sheep the wizarding world as they were turning out to be tried to block their path. The keyword being tried, as they instantly backed off when Signum summon Laevatein to its sword form.
What they didn't know or realized was Signum's sword look like that of a goblin-made sword, if there was one thing the wizarding world knew more than anything. Was the fact that unless they were from an ancient and noble family, the only people who could get their hands on a goblin sword were those that the goblins believed were true warriors, which they held in honour.
So many of them now believed that Signum was someone that the goblin held high with honour to be holding that sword.
As they walked on down the alley, in the direction of the Leakey Cauldron, the Boy-Who-Lived was left angry at the thought of not getting his hands on that wolf. He looked around and found who he was looking for, the one person who always got him whatever he wanted.
As they headed for the cauldron, the Evans found themselves side-tracked towards the Eeylops Owl Emporium and the magical creature shop which, even though there side by side on the outside, appeared to be connected on the inside.
There wasn't much room inside. Every inch of wall was hidden by cages. It was smelly and very noisy because the occupants of these cages were all squeaking, squawking, jabbering, or hissing.
A pair of enormous purple toads sat gulping wetly and feasting on dead blowflies. A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window. Poisonous orange snails were oozing slowly up the side of their glass tank, and a fat white rabbit kept changing into a silk top hat and back again with a loud popping noise.
Then there were cats of every colour, a noisy cage of ravens, a basket of funny custard-coloured fur balls that were humming loudly, and on the counter, a vast cage of sleek black rats that were playing some sort of skipping a game using their long, bald tails.
Towards the roof, sitting on the pillars, were many kinds of different owls. As the sign said, there were tawny, screech, barn, brown, and Harry swore he swore a snowy white one.
This was proven as a young pure white snow owl glided down from the pillars and landed on top of Vita's head.
Harry let out a small chuckle as the girl blinked. "My head isn't a nest." She replied, holding her arms out to swat the owl away, but the owl moved faster, hopping off her head and onto the girl's outstretched arm.
Harry laughed more. "It looks like you've got a new companion Vita." He spoke up, as the girl blinked more looking between him and the owl.
"W-what!?" she asked confused. Shaking her head, she placed the owl on one of the stands and turned to walk away…only to find the owl land on her shoulder. "Stay!" she spoke to the bird as if it was a dog, placing it back on the stand.
Vita had walked no more than three steps away, when she felt that bird land on her head again.
Shamal released her own small chuckle. "It would seem that the owl is fond you Vita."
"It would appear so." Signum added as Zafira was seated beside her.
Vita looked at the owl as she hopped onto Vita's outstretched arm again, she saw that within the white feathers of this probably snowy owl were some silver ones. It was looking at her with the kind of stubborn eyes she would use when she couldn't have extra ice cream.
Looking towards her master, who just smiled at her "Well it seems that we have a new member join are family." He replied gently. "You better look after her Vita."
The girl looked at the owl again, she didn't know why, but she slowly smiled and nodded her head as they made their way over to the counter. "I would like to buy this owl." She said to the employee.
The woman looked at the owl and blinked. "Well that's surprising, she's a very stubborn owl and usually peck anyone who tries to touch her. Where did you find her?" She asked.
"She flew down from the pillar overhead." Harry answered, stroking the back of the owl's head as she had hopped onto his lap.
"Oh, okay, well, that will be five galleons for the owl and her cage." placing an owl's cage on the counter. "Do you also want a stand and food for her?" She asked.
Vita was lost for a second, so it was Harry who replied again. "Yes, please. We need a stand, food for a month, some treats and a pamphlet how to care for her."
The employee collected everything "That's twelve galleons and fifteen sickles then." She informed them, Harry pulled out the bags of money they had left. He was lucky that they still had around twenty galleons left from all their shopping.
With the money paid, the owl placed in her cage, the employee bowed her head slightly as they made their way out of the shop. They were lucky as the crowd seemed to have moved and crowded Ollivander's.
Using this as their chance to leave without another confrontation, they took it as cheers were heard, and were able to make their way back to the Leaky Cauldron and back out into the Muggle world.
What the group didn't realize was the cheers signalled the Boy-Who-Lived leaving the wand shop with his new wand. The brother wand to You-Know-Who.
The boy's father, on the other hand, was smiling proud at his son, as the crowd of wizards and witches were cheering. But out of the corner of his eye he notices something, it was the blue wolf his son wanted. He was about to move when his eyes made contact with the boy in a wheelchair, the man looked at Harry and noticed what his son didn't.
The man saw how this boy looked like a younger him without glasses and those eyes…Lily's eyes.
James Potter didn't understand, taking another gulp of the fire whiskey in his glass and refilling it, he was so certain that it was his disowned disgrace of a squib that was once his son in Diagon Alley that day.
Recapping from the start of the day:
Everything was going great, as he wanted, the Daily Prophet made a big thing over Michael and Neville's birthday with the messages they printed. Hell he got that moron Fudge to speak of them in good light.
By time they got all of the presents open, it was past noon and nearing one o'clock. The perfect time to appear in the alley, as that would be when it was the fullest of people.
Contacting the Weasley's, it wasn't hard to get this pure light family to get to Diagon Alley before they arrived and start a rumour that the Boy-Who-Lived was going to show up that day.
Like he had planned and hoped, a giant crowd of witch and wizards with their young greeted them with massive cheers once again. Everyone trying to push forward to see the Boy-Who-Live and shake his hand.
With the Weasley's they pushed forward and entered Gringotts bank to collect their gold, only James told his sons and the Weasley children to wait in the lobby for them.
It was at this point that things went off…
When they came back up from collecting their gold, Michael, Neville, and Ron were no longer waiting for them in the lobby. The Weasley's only daughter told them they were going to see if the rumour of a boy in a wheelchair owning an oversized blue wolf was true.
He found the three outside the book shop, as they ran over to meet them.
It was surprising that the rumour was confirmed true, but shocking that the kid refused to give it to his son, didn't the kid knew who his son was? He was the Boy-Who-Lived, the entire wizarding world and Britain owed him.
To get his son's thoughts off the wolf, he led them, with the crowd following, to Ollivander's to get their wands. Neville and Ron both got their own wands, which were both the average type of wand.
The Michael went up, they went through a handful of them before getting the correct one, when asked about it, Ollivander explained to them that he son now processed the brother wand to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Then it happened…
He saw the wolf and the wheelchair boy, he was about to march over and throw his weight as being a pureblood load around, when he saw the boy's face…
Which led him to sitting here in the Potter's head study, drinking fire whiskey.
The boy looked just like him and had his Lily's beautiful eyes.
James kept denying it in his head after all Albus would have told him if that were so. He even went to the headmaster's office, who in returned told him there was no Harrison Potter going to Hogwarts as the man looked through the book.
Albus was right, there was no Harrison Potter going to Hogwarts, but there was a Harrison Evans…
Harrison Evans marked off as either a Muggle-born or Muggle-raised. James had checked and noted that Evans wasn't that popular of a surname in Britain. Plus as the man did know, his former wife only had one sister and that was Petunia, who he left the boy with.
The problem, he went to #4 Private Drive only to find a new family living there, asking around he found out that the Dursley's were arrested the previous year with their son going to his aunt. No mention of the squib known as his son…it also seemed that the blood-ward barrier was gone.
Not that James even bothered to ask. If he had, he would have been pointed towards the school and told him from there to find the big blue wolf or pink haired lady.
Refilling his empty glass once again, his heart wanted to deny but his head told him that it wasn't a coincidence. A boy with the same name as his son and surname of his late wife, with his appearance and Lily's eyes, along with no knowledge of the wizarding world…
His squib of a son was, in fact, a wizard, and he was coming to Hogwarts this year.
Looking at the letter on his desk, it was telling him to arrive early on September first, as they would be holding the final staff meeting that involved preparing for the new school year.
Also, it seems they would be four new staff members joining this year.
He, himself, for Transfiguration for first years to fifth, but also a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, a new Muggle Studies professor, and the biggest shock, Dumbledore had finally retired old Filch and allowing the House Elf's to do the caretaking.
So instead, Albus has hired a person that will be handling the detentions, allowing the professors to focus on their work.
The intoxicated James Potter sat back in his chair; sleep began to take effect over his drunken body. A single thought running through his head.
'Nothing is going to ruin Hogwarts for his son…the boy-who-lived…'
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Sorry if there are any mistakes and if it sounded rushed, but as I said before I had problems with this chapter.
Also, tell me what you think of the wands? I wanted them to match their personalities.
Next Chapter: The train ride to Hogwarts results with another meeting with the Boy-Who-Lived and his friends, as well as others. While at Hogwarts, the staff hold their final prepare Staff Meeting before the official year starts that night, also introducing the new members to the staff.
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