Harry laid on his bed thinking about the events that had transpired that day, and decided to floo his grandparents in the morning to see how they were holding up.

His family he could describe in one word: Wonderful!

It was true too; in a way he wished that he was truly just Jamie Delhomme, and not Harry Potter and Jamie Delhomme.

His life before he came to this world was difficult and hard at best, and down right awful the rest of the time. Harry loved his family, and in a way wished that he had his innocents that he did when he was actually eleven.

Living through a war had given him some traits that he would prefer not to have, but seeing as there would eventually be a war here also, he was thankful for them. He would just have to be careful and not expose them to his family too much.

After dinner Harry had spent some time getting to know his parents, and Sarah since he had no idea what they were really like.

Sirius and Remus were mostly the same as his Sirius and Remus, just that they were nearly as world weary. He could tell that none of the adults had had an easy life, but compared to their counterparts they did have it much easier.

Harry was amused to note that several of his traits he seemed to have inherited from his parents.

Such as rubbing the bridge of his nose when thinking, the way he moved his right hand when he was talking, or even the way he laughed.

He had always been told that he was more like his parents than he knew, and he could finally tell why people said that.

After talking with the adults awhile he went to find his twin sisters to get familiar with them once again.

His first thoughts on them were correct, they were extremely smart, Remus' doing no doubt. He could already tell that Cassie was the leader of the two. Angel preferred to sit back and watch the situation, while Cassie preferred to cause the situation.

For nine-year-olds they were amazingly quick, and he knew he'd have to watch his words around him. Already they had almost learnt he was a parselmouth.

He was telling them about Zantose, and they asked how he came up with his name, Harry just shrugged and said it was his name. The two girls just looked at him oddly then Harry realized how he had said that.

His brothers on the other hand lived for nothing but pranks. The whole time he was with them they went on and on about prank ideas and Harry had to admit some of them were excellent.

He almost felt sorry for that over grown bat Snape when his younger brothers started at Hogwarts. Harry had no doubt that they would pick up the Marauders tradition as soon as they started their schooling.

Little Jalene was in one word cute.

He could tell that she took after her brothers, but was very devious about it. If the sorting hat wanted him in Slytherin, he knew that Jalene would be placed there for her slyness.

Harry rolled over on his bed and looked out the window at the stars above, it was true, life was good. With that last thought Harry James Potter drifted off to the land of dreams.

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Harry had been there a week and was settling in nicely. Every day after lunch he would floo his grandparents, and after about the third day of doing this Lily and James decided to meet with the people who had raised their son.

With Lily being a muggleborn herself the couples hit it off nicely. They even went as far as strike up a tentative friendship, something that pleased Harry greatly.

So after he had finished his talk with his grandparents for the day he went to find his dad.

Putting a thoughtful expression on his face he walked into the lounge where James was reading over a paper for work.

"Dad I just realized something," he began and waited for James to look at him from the paper he held.

"What's that Harry?" He asked somewhat concerned.

"Well when do I get my wand, and school supplies? I leave for school in three weeks after all." Harry said with a frown.

Much of the past week, what time Harry didn't spend with his siblings, he was in the library pretending to actually study magic, after all it would seem odd if he just seemed to know it all.

It was better to let them think that he was just a fast learner, something that if they checked his elementary grades would reflect.

It was as if a light bulb had turned on in James head and his whole entire face lit up.

"Tell you what I'll go ask your mum if I can take you right now, after all I suppose you'll want to actually study the books you'll be using." James said in a teasing voice.

Harry pretended to embarrassed at the reference of him being a book worm, but honestly he could care less. There were plenty of times Hermione had saved his butt with something she learned out of a book, so all the more power to bookworms in his opinion.

James practically bounced out of the room in excitement at the prospect of taking Harry shopping.

Harry grinned to himself. He had always wondered what it would be like to shop with his father, but as James walked back in the room with a wide grin on his face Harry knew he was in for a treat.

Five minutes later they were standing in the Leaky Cauldron. More precisely James was standing while Harry got to his feet. Even after all these years in the magical world he still had no clue how to land when using the floo.

James just smiled at his son and started to wipe the soot off of him.

"Ah James, want a drink?" Tom the bartender yelled out from across the room.

James just waved back and smiled, "Not at the moment Tom, I have some shopping to do first."

Tom's eyes widened as he took in Harry's appearance, "Bless my eyes if it isn't Harry Potter!" Tom exclaimed to Harry's displeasure.

Walking forward the old man shook Harry's hand profusely, "It's great to have you back with us Harry."

Harry gave a polite smile looking a bit uncomfortable. Noticing this James made a quick exit out the back.

Harry looked over at his dad. "Um, what was that all about?" He asked in a tentative voice.

James looked uncomfortable for a minute before answering.

"Well when you disappeared it was very big news, since the Potters are so known in the magical world. So naturally when you were found the news leaked out some how and it's been in all the papers." He said with a frown.

Harry sighed. It would seem that fate had it in for him in any dimension. He would never be just Harry!

Tapping his wand on the correct bricks the stone archway opened and James led his oldest son into Diagon Alley.

The first place James dragged Harry to was the quidditch shop, and bought him the newest broom on the market.

Harry looked up at his dad in confusion. "Dad I thought the letter said first years weren't allowed to have their own brooms?"

"Oh don't worry about that, you can use it before you go off to school, I am sure you will be a natural like me and your brothers. The twins have never cared much for flying, and Lily won't let Jalene anywhere near a broom yet!" James exclaimed happily.

Harry just nodded and couldn't help but grin at his dad's enthusiasm at the prospect of teaching him how to fly.

As James explained the rules of quidditch to his son they started in on the rest of their shopping.

After they had gotten him a fair supply of robes, Harry decided it was time for him to pick up his old friend, and headed towards the pet shop.

He spotted Hedwig almost immediately and went to her cage and patted her on the head.

When the sales clerk came by Harry stopped her and said that he'd like to purchase this bird.

The sales attendant paused as if thinking, and then came to a decision.

"I would discourage you from buying that particular owl, sir. Every one who has purchased her has brought her back because of her deposition. Seems like she is very temperamental, and has taken a few bites out of her previous owners." She said in a worried voice.

Harry just smiled in return.

"I'll take her; she was just waiting for the right person to buy her." He said in a reassuring voice.

The lady looked skeptical until she opened the cage and the snow white owl flew over to the boy, landed on his shoulder and gave him an affectionate nip on the ear.

Needless to say, after that display the sale went without a hitch.

Next James dropped Harry off in the bookstore to look at books, while he went to fetch a trunk and a potion kit.

Harry immediately retrieved the appropriate books for first years, and then went to the defense section to look about. He added many books to his growing pile, and then went on to get books on several different topics, even some in potions.

Harry knew that he knew most of the potion information taught at Hogwarts, but knowing Snape he'd be particularly nasty and start asking him information that no Hogwarts student would know.

That and Harry actually enjoyed potions once the bat was off of his back, so he picked up some books that would actually explain potion basics, something he had never gotten around to learning. In his world he never needed to know why certain ingredients worked the way they did, just what the final result was. Jamie was very interested in this topic since it reminded him of chemistry.

So that is where James found his oldest son. He couldn't help but to shake his head in amusement at the tall pile of books by his son.

"So Harry, find any thing of interest?" James asked and was amused to see his son jump in surprise.

"Well yes I have." Harry replied with raised eyebrows at the pile beside of him.

"Will all that fit in my trunk?" He asked not really wanting to leave his stuff behind, but if it didn't he could always place it in his other trunk.

James just grinned in reply and opened the trunk. Harry looked in and was surprised to see that the inside was about five times larger than what the actual trunk was and about 3 times as deep.

"Well I'll take that as a yes then." Harry said with a smile.

After they had paid, shrunk, and packed away his new books they head over to Ollivander's.

Harry was extremely nervous about getting his wand, and would much rather prefer to do it himself, rather than have his dad with him.

As they walked through the door Harry felt a chill sweep down his spine in remembrance.

Even James who was an auror looked a bit uncomfortable in the dusty old shop.

Mr. Ollivander seemed to slink out of the shadows as he came to stand behind the desk.

"Ah Mr. Potter I wasn't expecting you until I heard the news the other day. Most curious." He murmured gazing off in the distances with his strange eyes.

Harry swallowed nervously, "Hello Mr. Ollivander."

The strange man snapped his fingers and the tape measure on the counter jumped up and began to take his measurements.

Harry never knew for sure, but he suspected that the tape measure was unnecessary and was used as a distraction while Ollivander study his customer under his mage sight. With mage site he could see a persons potential in power, and Ollivander was impressed with what he saw.

Young Mr. Potter would be a very powerful wizard!

"Enough." He barked at the tape measurer which fell back to the counter and laid still.

Ollivander quickly went and started to retrieve wands that could possibly be a match for his young customer.

With each rejected wand he became more excited, for few new that Ollivander started out with the weaker wands first and the progressed to the stronger ones. After thirty minutes of failed wands the old wand maker was practically bouncing in excitement. He had few wands left to go.

Harry was becoming more bored with each passing wand as was his father by the looks of it. Finally Ollivander came from the back with a wand in his hands and a thoughtful expression on his face.

Taking the wand Harry felt warmth spread through his body, and couldn't help but grin as if he had found an old friend, because in a way he had.

"Curious most curious." Ollivander muttered while looking at Harry with intense eyes.

Harry felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze and quickly patted his hair down in case Ollivander saw his scar and made a connection.

James was a bit unnerved at Ollivander's words also.

"Sorry but what is so curious?" James finally asked.

Ollivander looked up at James as if seeing him for the first time. He seemed to be thinking of what he should and shouldn't tell the older Potter.

"It is curious that your son should be destined for that wand, for that wand is brother to one other powerful wand. The master of that wand did great things, terrible, but great! We shall be expecting great things from your son Mr. Potter!" Ollivander exclaimed with a wild glint in his eyes.

James grinned nervously and paid for the wand before pulling his son out of the store.

As they made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron James asked Harry what he thought about the wand maker.

Harry just raised his eyes, "Creepy, very creepy." He muttered in reply.

James agreed with his son's assessment of Ollivander. VERY CREEPY! However, he was now extremely curious. Who would have the brother wand of his oldest son?

The crazy old man said that the other owner did great things, but they were terrible? As James pondered this troubling question, they passed through the Leaky Cauldron and flooed home back to their family.