Hello again. Here is the next Chapter. I am new to writing stories in general, normally I only focus on reading so I appreciate reviews, even negative let me know how to improve. Thanks for all the reviews, and I would like you all to know that I will focus on the spelling and grammar of all the chapters published. And without further delay here is the fourth chapter.

Of Letters, Shopping and Train Rides

One year later

"ZZZ…ZZZ…ZZZ, what the hell, get away you dammed bird!" Harry exclaimed as he was awaked by the tapping of an owl.

"Calm down Harry, it's only an owl. It may even have your Hogwarts letter if you are lucky." Serena informed him.

Harry nodded and excitedly removed a letter from the Owl and read it carefully.

"What does it say? Serena asked him.

It says that I am accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, that a Hogwarts professor will come to guide me through Diagon Alley, a list of school materials, and that the term starts on September the first." Harry informed her.

"Well it seems that our time in Rottenroad will come to an end." Serena said.

"O well, it couldn't have lasted forever." Harry said sadly.

Life in Rottenroad had increased dramatically over the past year. It was not, as people like to say, painted in pink, but it was definitely better that what used to be. Apparently some private investors saw the entire young workforce to increase production of goods with a bit of a few well-placed factories. Young men just out of their teens were encouraged to get a job at nearby factories and other honest jobs, and also they were encourage to adopt homeless kids with no family.

Also because of the street's improvement the government actually did something intelligent for once and recognized Rottenroad drive as a street and opened an orphanage. And Harry had absolutely no hand in these efforts.

Well maybe some little illusion spells here and there to help them realize what they should be doing in the first place.

"Sometimes manipulation is the best way to heal. And sometimes manipulation IS healing." As Serena had told him on one of their many illusion and life lessons.

It seems that every time they discuss something new they always ended up discussion morals and way to use his skills to go good. It seemed that every new thing they learned was a piece of a larger puzzle. One that intrigue and frightened young Harry.

Anyways back to the story…

"I know you have become rather attached to this place after all those illusions. But we have to go on. Do not dwell on the past. Focus on the here and now not on the past." Serena told him.

"I know I should not think that way. But look at what we have done! We turned the worst place on the Country and changed it for the better. Dose that not makes you feel like you made a difference."

"There is always a place very willing to take that title."

"Why do you always have to have such pessimistic views on things?"

"It is my duty to help you see life for what it is, not for what it has become." She cryptically answered.

"What do you mean?"

"Life is cruel and unjust. Take one small mistake and your life falls around you like a badly made wooden house. And it is up to the person to rebuild from the ashes and make a stronger house. A better one than before. That is how life is. You do not expect the resulting house to stand almighty forevermore. It will fall, again and again. And it will rise up better and greater each time. Do not dwell in the past Harry. For it might not last."

"I think I understand. But, I only have one question." Harry said.

"And what is it?" She asked

"Do all snakes speak like that, or is it just you?" He asked.

"Only the ones worth your time do" she answered.

"And the ones that don't, who are they?" He asked.

"Anyone who is not me of course. Or maybe some few others." she said

"Forget I asked then." Harry said

"Well what shall you do on your last day in Rottenroad." She asked

"I'll probably jump from rooftop to rooftop and try some new spins." Harry answered.

"Just don't forget your feather spell!" She said to him

"That was only once and I was half asleep!" Harry snapped back.

The next day

Professor McGonagall of Hogwarts was having a weird day. Today was the day when she finished introducing muggleborns to the magical world. She had already met many future students who were about to start classes next September. She always had a warm feeling in her stomach as young boys and girls were informed of them being wizards and witches.

And she hoped that this was a day just like any others that accompanied her. Oh how wrong she was…

It all started when she read the last name of her list. Just yesterday she had met a young witch named Hermione Granger and she was the most wonderful girl she ever had met. It reminded her very much of herself and was eager to have her in her class. And then she read his name. Harry only Harry lay written in the book of future students. No last name, only Harry.

Professor McGonagall didn't know what to think. How in Merlin's name is it possible that a child's last name not there. The book of future students was being constantly updated updated by magic itself. It was created by Rowena Ravenclaw for muggleborn students to be founded and work as the student roaster at Hogwarts. The books pages never ran out and a self-writing quill wrote the names.

For a child not to have a last name in the book of future students could only mean two things. One of them being that the child didn't knew it last name. Meaning that if he didn't knew his last name, then who did? Magical identification only works if the person in question is fully aware of their ID. The only way to really find the information if the subject was put under a bloodmagic identification ritual which is highly illegal as all blood magic was banned by Minister Fudge, except for Gringotts purposes.

She cleared her doubts out of her mind and decided that this boy was an orphan. He had to be. It was the only magical and reasonable explanation. The alternative she did not want to think about it.

She appearated to Rottenroad drive and checked the address again. Color drained from her face. The Rooftop of Marry Ane's appartments? She thought, Impossible. How could a child barely above the age of eleven should live on the rooftop. She agreed that it wasn't the best of places for a child to grew up, but it was livable. There even was an orphanage on the corner!

She cleared those thoughts out of her head and hurried up the stairs and went to the rooftop. The sight she saw both amazed her and frightened her.

Harry, she assumed he was Harry, was in a meditation position. Legs crossed and looked to be in absolute concentration. And then she noticed he was not touching the ground! He was suspended in mid-air with a blue like energy radiating from him. And that was not everything. Objects, mundane objects were floating around him peacefully. And then she noticed the snake watching him with a concentrated stare. The snake hissed something.

"Hmm, Mr. Harry?" she asked.

"Hello" Harry said. He opened his eyes and lowered himself to the ground and all the mundane objects carefully went to the floor. He had sensed her from over the street with his magical vision, and like all boys wanted to impress. "You must be professor McGonagall. He said.

"Yes I am, but I must say where did you learn such unusual magic? She had to ask. She had never before seen anything quite like it and it was obvious to her that this boy knew of magic for quite some time.

"I learned it when I was about eight years old; it helps calm the mind when you are troubled." He answered her.

"Well Mr. Harry, it seemed as you save me the trouble of explaining magic. Tell me, what do you know of magic." She asked.

And Harry told her of when he discovered Diagon alley with some changes and how he had already bought his school supplies with the exception of his robes since he hadn't thought about it at the time. And of course he made no reference to Serena as he didn't want to inform the Professor of his special gift of parseltounge.

"Well Mr. Harry you did really save me all the trouble of explaining everything to you. But I am afraid we still shall need to go to Diagon Alley for you to get your Hogwarts robes." She said to him after all of his explanation.

"There is no need Professor, I am quite capable of going myself. Don't worry about me I will be fine." He said.

"Well if you insist." She said and with a POP she appearated.

It was only after she got to her home did she remembered to ask about the boy's living on the roof.

Some hours later.

"Well according to Professor McGonagall we need to go to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions." Harry said.

"It's the store to the right. Don't take too much time. I will wait hear, give me a shout if something happens." Selena said.

"Relax, we are in Diagonal Alley nothing will happen to us." He said.

"You can never be sure, just… ahh trust your instincts okay, they are almost always right."

"I'll remember that" He said. And with that he entered the store.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" A witch told him which he could only assume to be Madam Malkin.

"I am looking for some Hogwarts Robes, do you have some." He asked.

"I sure do let me take some measures of you." She said and she put him in front of a full body mirror and set herself to measure him.

Harry was astonished at what he saw. In his young life he had never before seen his reflection. Which lead him to completely ignore his fashion sense. He was dressed in rags that he had found. He had raven hair that was incredibly messy but somehow manages to look good. He was in a bad need for a haircut since he had never had one in his short life.

And on his forehead stood a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He saw it fitting. His favorite spell has always been the lighting spell. It had been his first spell and favorite one. His favorite hobby was playing with lighting in his fingers and see testing his spell against random objects. Yes… its fits he thought as Madam Malkins did her work.

First of September 1991

"We are going to be late." Serena said to him.

"Shut up we are almost there!" Harry said in exasperation as the clock came slowly turning to 11.

They were running across the platform with a trunk of luggage which to the surprise of many was surprisingly light as it were a paper bag.

"Go thought the 9nth and 10nth platform!" she said

"Are you crazy? There's a well there." He said afraid for his mentor's sanity.

"Just trust me!" She said

Harry figured he didn't had a choice and ran straight into the wall.

But instead of falling backwards and into the floor he fell forwards as if the wall was not there. Just what the heck is this!

And then he saw the Hogwarts express. It was a majestic elegant red steam train. He didn't had time to enjoy the sight and quickly found himself in the train.

He found an empty compartment and hurriedly got in. He had never ever been with people his own age in a situation it didn't include a fight for his life or a fight for food.

He looked at the window and saw a family of three. And being the curious young boy that he was he couldn't help but eavesdrop. A man with raven messy back hair and hazel eyes, a redhead woman with great emerald eyes, and a young boy of about Harry's age with red hair and hazel eyes like his dad.

"Now William be good now, and don't forget to pull some pranks son!" The man said to his son excitedly.

"Now James don't give him any ideas, he will study and get perfect scores like his mom right Will" The woman said.

"Come on Lily, he obviously is going to prank the Slytherins and actually enjoy Hogwarts." The man who Harry assumed was James said.

"Don't worry mum I'll not get into any trouble." William said.

"You better not. If you do, know that I don't send pretty howlers." Lily warned.

"You wouldn't!" William said

"O yes I will." She said.

"Well mom, dad I have to get going the train is about to leave."

"Well you better get going then. See you at Christmas son." James said.

"And we'll write you at least 2 times a week."

"Ok" was all he responded as he got into the train and out of their sight.

"Well that went well" James said.

"Yes, but I wish our other son was here." Lily said

"I know, but we can't keep looking forever, we don't even know if he is even alive." James

"Don't even think say things like that, of course he is alive." Lily said.

"Lilly I have no doubt that he is alive… I am just stating the facts. He has to be alive, he has to be. A simple dark lord is not enough to bring a Potter down." James said.

"Bragging again Potter?" Lily said amused.

"I only brag if it involves my sons." He said.

"Lets get out of here, lets just wish that Harry is ok." Lily said.

And with those words Harry's world went spinning round and round. Did these people had another son that went missing that had my name?

"I sense you are troubled Harry?" Serena told him.

"I am, did you hear what they said?" He asked her.

"I did, but whenever you are their Harry or not is of no difference. You are you, and no last name can change that." She said.

"But if I am their son, does that mean I have a family?" He asked

"Yes, but what if you are not their child? She asked.

"They will be heartbroken. To finally believe that they had found their son only to be snatched away as a fallacy… I see your point." Harry said to Serena. He couldn't make them suffer like that. He was not their Harry, it is better this way.

"Hey, hi excuse me, can I sit in here? Everywhere else is full." A voice said by the compartments door.

Harry looked to the door and saw a tall and lanky boy of around his age. He had blue eyes and red hair and freckles. "Yes of course." Harry said.

"Normally I wouldn't enter a compartment of a future Slytherins with his pet snake but there are no other compartments around." He said. He didn't use a harsh or hostile voice.

"Slytherins?" Harry asked. He had heard James mention the name but didn't know what it was.

"O you don't know? Slytherin is one of the houses of Hogwarts. It is kind of like your Hogwarts family. There are 4 of them, and…

He was interrupted. William, the boy Harry eavesdropped earlier hurriedly entered the compartment and rapidly shut the door and casted a quick sealing charm with his wand, leaving behind many students who were still staring at him from the outside.

"Sorry for the interruption" He said to Harry and the red-haired boy. "My name is William Potter, nice to meet you both."