And here we have, Chapter 3. Enjoy.

Chapter III- Welcome Back Mr Potter

Harry yawned and reached for his navy blue bandana, securing it around his forehead, covering the scar he was none too fond of. He lazily sent a spell across the room, summoning his backpack.

He looked around the room that had been his home for the past eleven years, and today, had expired as his home. What belongings to take...

Harry Potter was sixteen years old today. Sixteen...that milestone along his age, that marked eleven years. And as the way of the societies here decreed, after eight years training and learning, he would return to his homeland, never to return.

He was currently on Cvep, the schooling island. Indeed, the island he had first landed on, all those eleven years ago. The surrounding islands- Criatt, Vlatt, Eratt and Plyatt- acted as the homelands of the people, where children lived till they reached the age of eight, from where they would be sent to Cvep for schooling and training.

This unusual system had students constantly joining –and leaving- but strangely enough, it worked.

For eight long years, they would be educated in the ways of spellcasting and the Muggle.

It was, after all, the heritage of the people to do so.

The people were called, Elumvians, a race of a thousand years, born of human and elf. Most of their history was lost to the ravages of time and death, but the most widely accepted theory was that a war had begun between the human wizards and elf-kind, and driven many elves from their homes to sparsely populated islands, all on their own- save a small group of human spell-caster allies.

Over those thousand years, the two ceased their standing as human races, forming this new race, hence Elumvian. Those pure elves of old were forever gone from the world, only existing now in myths and legends.

The Elumvians wielded staffs rather than wands- the common tool for human wizards- and children were taught both ways to wield a staff, physical and magical. These fighting skills –even though they seemed useless, seeing as the Elumvians were completely isolated- were taught in the case the Elumvians were discovered and persecuted again.

And no matter how much- or little- a child had learnt, on their sixteenth birthday, they left for their home island. The schoolmaster – like his predecessors- stressed that Cvep was only for schooling purposes, and no interruptions or distractions were allowed.

The only exception ever made in this thousand year old tradition was when Harry was permitted to live in Cvep under the care of the schoolmaster for the three years before he could start school.

The main problem for Harry, since he did not originate from any of the other four islands, he would not be permitted to move to them. Ancient laws dictated that the families had to stay on their home island, only allowed to permanently move when marriage was arranged between people of different islands.

And seeing that Harry was still a bachelor, and still intended to be for a while, it was compulsory for him to return to his homeland.

In other words, the wizarding world of Britain.

He could have lived as a Muggle, but simply loved his magic too much to give it up. Besides, he was a warrior, not some office worker.

Harry rummaged through his wardrobe, tossing some items of clothing onto his bed. The only things he then added to the small pile were a few trinkets and some toiletries, everything else deemed to be disposable.

With a wave of his hand, Harry cast a staffless spell (one of the few things about himself he took pride in, as very few Elumvians could perform more than a few staffless spells, while Harry was able to do most spells without a focusing aid), magically folding his clothes and carefully arranging his belongings into the single backpack.

He'd given his final goodbyes yesterday. Most of his friends had turned sixteen and departed already, so it was a small occasion. A sad smile played on Harry's lips, as he contemplated the happy memories he had of this place. The schoolmaster was the closest thing he'd ever had to a father, and he was closer to the teachers then most, seeing as he'd spent three extra years on the island.

Harry sighed heavily, as he prepared to leave the Elumvians forever. He chuckled to himself, laughing as if he'd remembered some private joke, when in truth he remembered how he arrived on the isles in the first place. Anywhere else...and where else did he land, but a group of islands known as the Ehnyware Isles. He had arrived solely due to pure, dumb luck.

He chuckled. Sometimes, luck could be just damn awesome.

Harry grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder, and grabbed the Portkey ready to take him back to England. It would take him to one of the few places he still remembered from his childhood.

"The Leaky Cauldron," he said, thus activating the Portkey, and taking away from Cvep forever. He supposed it had been nice, eleven good happy years, but all good things came to an end, and now it was time to go back to where he belonged- whether they wanted him or not.

'Remember, don't let the bastards get you down,' he grinned to himself, remembering what one of his friends had told him at the goodbye.

He fell the tug behind his navel, and-

"Damnit!" Harry found himself staring at a cloudy sky, lying on his back in the alleyway next to the Leaky Cauldron.

He climbed to his feet, and brushed off his clothes. He sighed and inwardly cursed the Portkey and whichever maniac had invented the blasted things. Harry muttered a few more other curses under his breath, before he left the alley, and entered the pub.

He went to the counter, where he could hopefully get some help.

"Hello there Mr Po-...oh. ...Can I help you...sir?" greeted Tom the barman, first mistaking him for someone else.

Harry's lips thinned as he realised who the barman had mistaken him for. "Yes. I suppose you could say...I'm new around here. Do you know anyone in the Alley who's hiring? I don't have any money..."

Not an entirely true statement, but Harry was willing to bet that the Leaky Cauldron, nor anywhere else in Britain, hell, anywhere else in Europe would accept the few coins of Elumvian currency Harry had brought, solely as a souvenir.

"Oh, yes, yes, of course...I think Mr. Ollivander the wand-maker is looking for a temporary assistant. Something about a break-in and needing help reorganising the shop..."

Harry nodded his thanks as Tom explained how to get into Diagon Alley. He left the pub, and went into the alley, and counted the bricks. After finding the right one, he tapped it with his index finger, and watched as the bricks rearranged themselves, revealing a whole new world.

Harry stepped through the gateway, yet suddenly shivered as numerous memories poured through his mind. With Tom almost calling him Hayden, it seemed Harry's self-doubt was returning, and with it, another memory from Cvep.

Harry glared at his plate. He had eaten his breakfast, and was full, but apparently, the world wasn't done with him yet. His arch-nemesis, something he detested more than the bad memories of his earlier years at 'home', remained on his plate, pretending to be innocent.

He would not be fooled. Broccoli...the essence of all that was evil. One of the most poisonous substances in existence, but to be fair, it tried to warn you with its terrible taste.

He was eight years old today! Why did he have to eat broccoli, and why for breakfast?

"Young one, you had best finish that. Your schooling starts today and you will require all the energy you can get."

Harry sighed gloomily. "Master Kain, no one's gonna like me. I'm different from all the others. I don't belong here. Why can't I just stay here and you teach me? No one's gonna miss me."

"Says who, young one?"

Harry looked up at his master. "Huh?"

"Who says no one will like you? Who says you don't belong here?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "...People, I guess..."

"Oh, so people say that...or do you say that?"

Harry remained silent for a few moments. "Well, it's true. Even when I was at home, everyone wanted Hayden. I'm just an extra..."

A finger hooked under Harry's chin, tilting his head up so his eyes met a pair of large blue eyes.

"Nonsense, my boy. There is nothing wrong with you."

"But-" Harry stopped as Master Kain raised his hand.

"Harry my boy, you are special. No matter what your past was, it does not matter. People were not fair to you, but that was their faults, and their failings. You had nothing to do with it. Those people are missing out, my boy."

Partially embarrassed from the praise, Harry tried to turn his head, but Master Kain firmly held Harry's chin.

"Look at me, young one." Harry obliged, once again meeting the blue eyes. "I want you to go to your school today, and be the best you can be, for your sake. Don't be the best someone else can be, be you. Work hard, to the best of your ability, you'll have nothing to be ashamed of, my boy. Nothing. And if people don't like you being you, tell them they can sod off."

Harry grinned slightly. "...Do I still have to eat the broccoli?"

Master Kain laughed and ruffled Harry's jet-black hair.

Harry sighed, stretching his arms lazily. He wouldn't go back to his old ways of self-doubt. He straightened up and put on an air of confidence, temporarily closing his eyes.

And he could hear them. The sound of war-drums. He waited, until the beats slowed down, and matched his pulse.

Harry was quite tall for his age, reaching a good six feet. He did look rather muscular, a result of spending eleven years with Elumvians, eight of those partially dedicated to physical training.

A light breeze from the alley blew his hair, causing idle strands to tickle his chin. Harry pushed away the strands, absent-mindedly noticing that he might need a shave in a few weeks time.

Traditionally, the Elumvians grew no facial hair, and grew their hair long, usually to mid-back, but Harry simply refused to do so, only letting his jet-black hair reach a few centimetres below his chin. The hair's untidy tendency was visible in the ends, which were splayed in all directions, in almost every degree possible.

Fortunately, he hadn't inherited his (and he used the term lightly) father's need for glasses, thanks to that a quick diagnose of his health when he arrived in Cvep told him that his unhealthy eating habits were bordering malnutrition, which –in time- could have caused damage to his eyes.

His eyes glowed a brilliant emerald, almost supernatural looking.

Still standing in the gateway, Harry was ready to make a grand entrance, when someone decided to help him along his way.

"'ey, move along there, boy!"

Harry turned to see a short old lady with a faded purple bonnet poking him with a cane. He stepped aside, and watched her hobble past, waving the cane at him.

"Yeh, that's right! You kids jus' get outta the way of us speedsters!"

Amused, Harry watched as the woman moved at the incredible speed of molasses in January...going uphill...with crutches.

"Watch it people, comin' through! Take that ya scoundrel! That's whacha get fer bumpin' inta me!"

Harry shook his head and looked up at a brilliant sky. He checked his staff was easy to access from his pack, and quickly scanned his surroundings. Finally, he felt his hand rub the infinity symbol stitched into the bandana.

"Welcome back to the wizarding world...I suppose."

A short chapter, but remember, it was originally Quatreastrophe's.

If you noted Harry now has a bandana, it's one that looks like that it belongs to Solid Snake. Look, sometimes I like making references to games I enjoy.

And note...the bandana covers his scar. Does that have any relevance later on? Who knows.