I was rereading parts of the story, and apart from spelling and grammatical mistakes, I noted I am a very bad at leaving end note information regarding parts of the story.

So, before we start with the official story, here are some extra information regarding each chapter thus far:

(Prologue: I know this is the weakest part of the story, considering how ignorant these two can be (as Muggles are made to be) about magic, they do make a very huge deal out of this. I just found it amazing how Vernon Dursley, throughout the entire HP storyline, never had Harry thrown out the streets.)

Chapter 1:

Gustav is a Russian name as much as a Swedish name. The wallet Gustav, kind of got named after the Swedish king Carl XVI Gustaf (Gustaf = Gustav)

Chapter 2

Concerning the Swedish magic politics: The Swedish wizarding politics has no ties really to Muggle politics. While Muggle politics is today a very peaceful affair, with the regular amount of problems as any other political sphere, proud Swedish wizards hasn't really understood they are not living in the 18th century any more. In Swedish Muggle history, attempts were often made to make Sweden into an empire, a deed very often brought down by either rivalling countries or bad inner problems. Trying to keep within these geographic borders, the Swedish wizards of the time sought to escape their Horklump pestered country (Horklumps being a mushroom alike creature. With no use apart from quickly spreading) by finding new lands to conquer, the result pretty much only allowed the Horklumps themselves to spread worldwide. With this kind of over-estimating philosophy made, as MAGI (the Swedish magic school) being founded, it sought to create it's own rival of International politics, however very few countries have sought any interest in participating in this.

About Harry's sudden ability to transform boys into dogs: I've been quite insecure about this, but I didn't want a random enemy to pop up and transform them into dogs, to later hurry away and leave a ton of plot-holes. As I've come to understand magic, before you are trained a lot of the magic is born from fear or very strong emotions in general. For example, when Harry (in the first book) was chased, he got out of the way, when Aunt Petunia tried to force him into one ugly shirt, it got smaller- Transfiguration is supposed to be very complex, but I went with the idea that with all the dogs Uncle Lev takes care off, Harry must be quite used to animals. Hence, his magic turned his pursuers to something smaller, it's just too bad for Harry that the Labrador didn't stop attacking him.

When Palsternack spoke about the Muggle parents, he meant Muggle parents with half blood kids. In some cases (aka many), once a wizard or witch finds out their Muggle lover had their child, well... they kind of gave up on them. Half bloods are accepted into Durmstrang, but this doesn't necessarily mean all half-bloods were raised by wizards.

The Lyubanka building is an actual building, that was described in Scott's book as a yellow building, with significant roles. It was a little misleading. It was during the time of this story, HQ for the Soviet Comity for State Security. The committee disappeared along with Soviet itself. Today the FSB (Federal Security Service) has taken over the role that KGB used to have, in the same building.

Missing parts of the story: The last chapter was intended to be much longer, however I've repeated that part several times in my manuscript, I decided for now to leave that part be and let another character/characters explain it when we get there.

And with all of this said, let's get on with the story, and I'll try to keep the notes at the end of each chapter.

Chapter 3 Pilo, a Village of Magic

Harry's excitement didn't settle until the next day. By this time he had pretty much closed himself into his room, taken out the book Gustav had bought for him and ignored Uncle Lev's attempts of calling him down for breakfast. It wasn't until that very same afternoon that Harry's excitement started depleting somewhat, when Gustav finally had enough of all this sudden arrogance and decided to like always, lecture Harry in his own way.

As Harry was obviously not paying attention to anyone at the moment, even ignoring his animal friends, Gustav did the only thing a wallet can do naturally fell down and landed on top of Harry's head. Since he still carried a few coins within him, the impact wasn't painful, but it felt.

"Ouch, Gustav... what?"

"Oh, so the quiet one can talk!" the wallet exclaimed in performed amazement. He was actually very irritated by now.

"What in..."

"Haven't you forgotten something?"

Harry sat up straight, and started to explain enthusiastically about the recent events. He gave a short review of what Palsternack had told him, and then went on with all these ambitions ideas that had stuck to this mind overnight. Although he had not been very sure of how his new life would be, Palsternack's positivity had somehow turned into an almost impossible dream that would allow Harry to get out of his poor lifestyle for good, to become a new leader of the country. While he was telling his dreams in details, Gustav lay silent with eyes closed. After a while Harry stopped to talk for a minute. Believing Gustav was asleep he started to nudge him, which wasn't his best idea, yet he kept on telling him about all his ambitions.

"I know this place is great... OK, it's not that great, but wouldn't you want to see what lies beyond this village. Just to see what's beyond the mountains, to be able to go anywhere?"

Gustav snapped, literally snapped himself over Harry's fingers. Harry yelped, backed away a few feet as Gustav said loudly.

"Snap your trap, you rascal, or I'm off for good!"

Harry kept silent.

"I have a couple of things to say to you. First of all... stop talking dreams, start facing reality. You have much... much more to learn before any of what you say could possibly come true! If you wanna end up with the elite, then you will need a much, MUCH bigger head-start."

Harry thought for a minute, yet he still couldn't understand it fully.

"Secondly" Gustav continued "the world out there isn't always necessary better just because one thing in your home goes wrong!"

This Harry understood, an image of a man hitting him with a belt flashed in his mind.

"Thirdly, I don't deal with egoistic wizards. If you keep going on, I will leave for good. And then you can say goodbye to your precious money, because you will not get any, ever! And finally, have you even considered your uncle's feelings?"

This hit Harry like a stone, and all his ambitious projects flew out of the window like a puff of smoke. The whole prospect of what Lev would say made him feel nautilus. Harry remembered how frustrated and sad Lev had sounded the day before, and suddenly felt very bad for wanting to leave. Uncle Lev had never done him anything wrong, on the contrary he was the reason he had a moderately happy life. Not to mention, Uncle Lev only had Harry and Harry's only relation was Uncle Lev. Out there, he would have no one.

Harry couldn't say anything, and Gustav simply lay still once again acting more like a regular wallet than an enchanted one. The silence was broken however, but not by another one of Gustav's remarks as Harry would have expected. It came from the door.

"You should go."

Harry looked up and saw Uncle Lev standing by his door, looking straight at him. His eyes were still holding a tint of red, and his voice was strained by sadness, but at the moment he was smiling.

"What?" Harry said, unable to comprehend what was happening.

"You should go." Uncle Lev repeated.

Gustav flapped up beside Uncle Lev, the rim of his mouth opened to talk.

"While you were busy preparing your overambitious schedule, I decided to explain the rest to your Uncle here. He may have been a bit shocked to see a flying wallet, but since he met your future professor(1), it seems nothing can shock him enough."

Harry was unable to say anything. Uncle Lev nodded towards Gustav, who flapped away towards the kitchen, and then bent down to hug Harry tenderly.

"Harry, I will not be an obstacle in your life so you won't be able to achieve what you want. But, I want you to promise me that you will keep this place in mind, always, because it will always be your home. And to me, you will always be my son."

Harry wasn't sure what to feel, should he be happy for Uncle Lev's blessing, should he feel sad for the fact he would leave such warm atmosphere behind. His world suddenly felt as if it would get a lot colder. However, as Lev hugged him Harry felt tears trickle down and he hugged back. Uncle Lev's sudden love made him quite emotional, scared and also grateful.

"By the way Harry, don't go to bed too late tonight. And get back to your book, however tomorrow we will need to buy you the rest of your books!"

The next day Harry sat on a broken barrel by the front door of the shop. Gustav had proudly informed the sleepy boy that very same morning that he had arranged a quick travel to Pilo, so that Harry would finally get all his books and equipment. As Harry had squeezed down his share of breakfast, which was more than usual since Uncle Lev knew Harry might go hungry as neither knew what kind of food you could buy there, Gustav once more repeated pretty much what Professor Palsternack had said last evening.

"Remember, I will expect you to study hard these next couple of days. The entrance to Durmstrang is almost unrivalled by any other school. No other school accepts so few compared to the applicants. When your entrance exam start, all the other boys and girls be your worst enemy, so I will need to polish you even further. If you somehow would manage to impress the examinees, you might get a shot.

"But, didn't you say last night that magic is prohibited in the Muggle world?"

"Oh it is, it's an international agreement to not show off magic, it would cause too much fuss. But, your magical journey hasn't officially started yet, has it..."

Harry nodded agreeing. His head still felt a little soggy after the last night's studying session. Gustav had been a harsh teacher, discussing every nook and cranny from the pages of The Beginner's Guide of Magic. While Harry had been unable to perform magic, it didn't stop him from reading about it. And he could already see that once he had that wand in his hand, things would only get harder. Magic by theory wasn't just wand-waving and saying some mumbo jumbo. As Maya Dog had described it:

Before wizards knew about wands or the properties of fusing materials to perform higher level of magic, magic was solely used through the control of your emotions and mental control. Magic is not a force that exist within a small group of human based creatures, but also within the world itself. The magical properties often involved using this power from within yourself and extracting it, often by a great use of force. This complicated art is today forgotten within the modern wizarding world in the west, and solemnly used within the Asian philosophy of being these energies and by African tribes, who have gone even further to invoke the power from within the layers of personal history to invoke the power of the departed. But in general, the wizarding world has moved on by finding better and more effective uses of mediums to perform magic.

Harry could feel the pressure building slowly, he still had days to practise, but something told him days might not be enough. After all, he had never been close to a wand before. H knew Gustav only meant well by pressuring him, but still...

"Theory is one thing, and sadly it will be the easy part. Practise will be much, much, much harder... then again, what do I know, I'm just a wallet."

Gustav was currently in the dirty old backpack between his legs. The bag was Uncle Lev, and had once been marine blue with a patch of the hammer and sickle. Now, only the patch was easily distinguishable as the colour itself was impossible to see under all that dust.

The ride took it's sweet time to arrive, and as to not bore himself he started humming softly on the national anthem.

An unbreakable union of free republics,

Great Rus' has welded forever to stand!

Created in struggle by the will-of-the-people,

The united, the mighty Soviet Union!

Be glorified, our fatherland, united and free!

Bulwark of people, in brotherhood strong!

Party of Lenin, the strength of the people,

It leads us to the triumph of Communism.(2)

He suddenly stopped singing when he heard something approaching. At first he thought it had to be a horse driven carriage, because there was echoes of bumps and hooves, but as it god closer these hooves sounded more and more like feet. He leaned forward a bit to be able to see further down the road and sure enough, in front of a smoke of dust there was a man dragging a rickshaw behind him, running as if the wolves were chasing him.

"Heya" he said and stopped right in front of Harry's confused eyes. "Did someone here ask for a one man transport to Pilo?"

"Y-yeah... we... I did." Harry answered.

"Awesome. Well, don't just sit there all day. We've got at least 50 miles to run. Get on!"

Harry jumped down from the barrel. He felt quite uneasy about this. The rickshaw was originally made by wood, but very old and mended on multiple places with whatever this man had on his hands, like sticks, piece of cloth and on one place a plastic cup. It looked as if it could break down in minutes. Harry sat down on a dusty old blanket, and found, to his amazement, that it was very comfortable.

"Uhm... sir, is this..."

"Call me Boris, yeah... we put a comfort spell on it. Keeping our carriages old and battered keep the Muggles away. What's your name?"

"Harry."

"Harry? Foreigner? You don't sound like one."

"I moved here when I was six."

"Oh!" Boris said, while doing some stretching exercises for warm up. He then grabbed the handles of the rickshaw and waited patiently for Harry to sit down.

"Security rules!" he said loud and clearly. Every trip requires me to make sure our passengers are safe and don't get hurt unless a wheel falls off. Firstly, you may not lean outside the rickshaw. Secondly, you may not try to hook yourself to anything outside and thirdly, you will under NO circumstances throw anything on the runner, understood!"

"Sure" Harry said, not really giving the first two warnings much of thought. What could be so bad about leaning out to watch your surroundings?

"Great!"Boris said and started to jog. The rickshaw bumped slowly down the road, but once they passed the village border and were met with the massive landscapes of forests and fields Boris started to run. Soon the landscapes passed by quickly, like a blur of colours with the wind gushing by. The trees and mountains were blurred, they passed trains that seemed to run by the speed of a snail. Harry quickly realised this speed had to be caused by magic.

Harry, who was aware of Boris' warnings, still leaned over slightly to see if he could figure out how this all was possible. By now they ran over a lake, which caused ripples on the surface of the water. Harry noted that Boris' shoes were glowing, which he guessed was the cause of the magical speed itself. Several Muggles were looking at them, but what they saw was really the ripples on the water, which didn't make them think twice about it.

They quickly reached the other side of the bank, and Harry was forced to lean back all of a sudden as he felt something hit his left cheek. He touched it softly, feeling something wet. He didn't need to think twice about it, slightly ashamed he realised what it meant.

It was around noon when Boris finally stopped outside a pair of iron gates. Harry shakily climbed out as Boris stretched groaning as a few of his muscles started to creak.

"I would so need a raise, how on earth do they think I can keep on doing this until I am 50." he mumbled to himself, before turning to Harry. "That will be eleven sickles." he said, holding out his hand.

Harry took out Gustav, who was still silent, and paid Boris eleven silver coins. Boris smirked, pointed at Harry's cheek and said:

"I hope you listen to us next time. If you had tried to grab a tree branch you would have been left on that bank by the lake."

And he left.

Harry shrugged, knowing he would be much more wary around magic. But his attention was soon taken back to the large gates, that now opened in front of him. Harry was soon to discover that Pilo was the most bizarre place he had ever visited. It was a small yet crowded village, in which the people wore the most unusual assortment of clothes (which he suspected wasn't because of poverty). The many shop-windows were thickly layered by dust, but each shop had it's own set of costumer and weird assortment of items, animals and even people. Harry got quite a shock as he watched a mannequin with a very odd hat, that suddenly stared back at him before walking away. There was one store that had a strange but wondrous assortment of creatures. It was called; Madam Vydra's Magical Familiars for Breeding, Petting or a Good Stew, Snoozing in the window was a beautiful pink and yellow bird. As he approached it stirred from it's sleep and opened it's beak as if to say something. A woman in ash blond hair walked up to it, pointed her wand at it and sent a shower of colourful sparks at it. It went back to sleep.

Harry felt a tug from his rucksack and opened it to see Gustav staring up at him.

"Hello again" he said. "Are we there yet?" He had obviously been sleeping.

"Yeah" Harry responded.

"Good, then let's get started with your day. I'd advise of you to get a wand. Maks Pulskin is the wand maker here in Pilo, find his shop. It's right beside the one with a large cat painted on it."

And then he went back to either sleep some more, or just pretend to be a wallet again.

It wasn't very hard to find Pulskin's shop. The "cat shop" was a fortune-tellers teashop, and the cat in question wasn't the average lifeless cat. Gustav had forgotten to mention that paintings in the magical world could talk, or in this case meow."

Harry passed the extravagant shop, seeing a huge assortment of shawls hanging by the door. A very angry middle aged wizard slammed the door behind him and shouted:

"One of these days, you damn woman, you shop is closing faster than you can say Romanov!"

A woman, probably the owner, laughed from an upstairs window and hauled a cauldron of water at him.

Harry was kind of happy that Pulskin's shop wasn't nearly as extravagant, on the outside. Perhaps the lack of the large meowing cat added to that.

The interior of Pulskin's store spoke differently. It was a lot more elegant than the exterior. A huge chandelier of crystals hung in the hall entrance. The floor was covered by an oriental carpet. The shop area had a huge mahogany desk, and walls stacked of boxes, all branded with the initials MP.

A man by his thirties sat by the desk. In one hand he held a pair of silver pincers and the other he held, what looked like, a furry wand. He wore a simple monocle, that made his right blue eye ten times larger and made him look very odd.

Gustav cleared his none-existing throat and the man looked up to see Harry standing there. Pulskin immediately ceased his work.

"Yes, how may I help you?" he asked.

"I er..." Harry began. "I am here for..."

"He's here for his wand." Gustav suddenly said and flew out from the rucksack. Pulskin stared at Gustav.

"By Rasputin's beard!" he exclaimed. "Durachit(3), is that you?"

"Yes" Gustav grumbled. "However, I would prefer if you called me Gustav from now on, seeing this young man here renamed me a while ago."

"Gustav eh... so, a change of owner? What happened to that other boy?"

"A tragic memory for my part. Let's just say, I am much happier like this."

If wallets could blink properly, Gustav would probably have hinted something. However, as Harry was listening to the two of them he got the feeling there was more to this wallet than he ever imagined. Harry was very well aware of that he wasn't Gustav's first owner, but he got a suspicious feeling that the previous owner was someone he ought to be best not knowing. He didn't say anything, and as he stood there silently Pulskin took out a leather measuring strap, measuring him in several ways.

"Which is your wand arm?" Pulskin asked.

"Uhm... I'm right handed."

Pulskin took careful measures of his arm, shoulder to elbow and all of his fingers. He scrawled down the result on a piece of paper.

Harry had no clue what to expect, and it surely didn't turn out to be anything specific. Pulskin went to the back of the store, returned after a few minutes with a stack of boxes. He also took down some from the stack of the wall. Each box held a thin wand with a leather handle.

The first wand Harry held felt like ice between his fingers, the second like heat. One wand was as dry as the desert, and another light enough to fly out from his hand. In all these cases Pulskin shook his head, snatched the wand away and brought another one.

Harry spent a full hour waving wands back and forth making Gustav laugh on occasion (like when a wand decided to blow up in his face) and Pulskin think deeply. The man's hair was white from dust when the man finally gave out a sigh, but there was a gleam in his eyes that hadn't existed before.

Pulskin went down on all four, rolled the oriental carpet to the other side of the room. Beneath was a hidden trapdoor, which he opened. Harry leant forward to get a better look. Underneath was a hidden compartment with a few very dusty boxes, that had probably been there for ages.

Pulskin brought up a mahogany carved box. Inside was a single black wand.

"This is alder wood, combined with a phoenix feather as core. 9 and a half inches."

Harry took the wand, it surprised him by feeling warm and soft in his hand. He waved it once and the room flashed as if lightning hit it.

Pulskin laughed.

"You... you are on tricky costumer. Who would have thought, who would have thought!"

"Excuse me?" Harry didn't understand a thing.

"This wand was made by my father." Pulskin continued. "He was an amazing wand-maker, in league with Gregorovitch. The tree is of alder(4), a tree that is meant to shield oneself from exterior threats. The phoenix feather comes from the royal phoenix that was traded to a noble family in China. It's a very powerful wand, it is loyal and trustworthy. I am sure you will be something else, and to think, it all happened in this little store!"

Harry didn't dare say more, he barely understood half of what Pulskin said. Gustav did though, and as soon as they exited the store he gave him a completely different story.

"Don't mind what Pulskin just said, he is known for being a bit loony. Shall we get the rest of your things?"

The remained of their stay was left for getting all the other items on the list. During all this time, Gustav stayed silent and behaved like any other regular wallet did. What Harry needed were books, clothes, a cauldron potion and alchemy supplies and a bat, as bats were the common carriers for letters.

Books could be found in a run-down, creepy cellar, run by a rat-like man. It wasn't a book store, but an order-place for various types of books. Harry gave them his list, in which the creepy man wrote them down in an order form.

Clothes were bought in the shop with the mannequin he passed earlier. He got a set of standard robes, but the remaining accessories to his robes would be supplied only after he had been allowed in the school and sorted. There were 3 houses in Durmstrang, as the shopkeeper told him, and each had between 10-20 students, depending on whether the students could live up to the school's expectations. Harry was reminded of all the things he would need to learn.

Potion and Alchemy supplies came from a store with a woman who saw Harry as if he didn't wear any clothes on. She didn't look at him. Instead, she speedily packed a starter supply on both subjects.

Harry didn't like this store at all. The walls held the most strange of objects, and another boy his age whispered to him, as they both waited for supplies, that she collected teeth from small boys she lured to her.

Harry saw many families with their children. Most seemed to be half bloods, but there were several that said they were pure bloods and wore it with pride. Harry learnt that Durmstrang only accepted pure bloods, half bloods and on occasion part-bloods, but no muggleborn. To be considered as none-muggleborn you had to have a wizarding relation at least five generations back and this was carefully documented.

It was late when Harry finally got to travel back. By now, his backpack was bulging and he also carried a small cauldron and a cage with a big black bat. The girl in the pet store had explained that magically bred bats never got lost, and would carry mail for you. You could be certain your message would get there.

Once more he took a rickshaw home, however this time he was careful to follow the instructions. This runner was slightly older than Boris, and didn't speak much at all. During the run he flt himself getting more and more drowsy as the excitement gradually wore off. He vaguely remembered Gustav jumping out to pay the runner and Uncle Lev so carefully carrying him and his new things to his room.

Notes on this chapter:

(1) It may seem this whole part of entering Durmstrang is very easy, but Gustav is pretty much just doing what he does best apart from paying your expenses. Which is talking. As a wallet, I highly doubt he ever did this kind of entrance exam.

(2) This is a translation found on wikipedia. I don't intend any bad propaganda and solely decided to use this part for the historical functions.

(3)Durachit means fool.

(4) If you check alder wood and the magical properties, this kind of wood actually is the opposite of Harry, as in it defends against your astral self. But, as I hope I can incorporate in this story one day, there is a reason I chose this wand for him.