The Goblins were not the nicest people but kind compared to Vernon they were super nice. In a private office they had me prick my finger and put a drop of blood on a parchment. They then announced that I was indeed Harry James Potter and would be Lord Potter at the age of fourteen. My vaults were sealed until then but I did have access to a trust vault. After signing some papers, that Jean read quite thoroughly, I had access to my trust vault and a means to pay the Goblins for all the work they were about to do. The vault was refilled annually so I didn't think I had any problems.
That thought went up in smoke along with something that Jean was going to explain later. The French Goblins had a ritual room that the English did not, so they laid me out on a table with funny markings. They made everyone else stand in a corner on some other funny markings. A couple of Goblins entered the room and started to chant and my head exploded.
"Harry it was awesome, the Goblins started to chant and your scar started to smoke. You started to scream but passed out and then the smoke started to scream but it was then drawn into the funny symbols on the wall. Then another Goblin came in with an orb, he waved it over your scar and the scar disappeared, awesome!" Hermione was jumping up and down with excitement.
"Yea, well does anyone have a headache pill?" I asked, this was a real doozy of a headache.
Jean just dragged me out of the bank and down the street. The apothecary had a potion that killed the headache. Ah, but the dragging was not finished! I was dragged to an eye shop for contacts and Jean made sure that they were never to be removed type but also changed my eyes to blue. While Hermione was complaining about how she liked my green eyes Jean drags me to a hair stylist shop. I am told to shut up and this guy points his wand at me and puff I now have long black hair pulled into a pony tail. Neat trick as my hair was short two seconds ago. Hermione takes one look at me and locks our arms and says something like she is never going to let me loose to run after other girls. For some reason the contact was nice.
"Ok you two; you are too young to be locking lips already." Emma joked and Dan scowled. Hermione and I turned red, but I noticed she didn't let loose of my arm.
Jean then drags us to a book shop and after browsing a few minutes buys a couple of books. We head home to our villa by the sea. At this point I am ready to hide somewhere in Africa. Those thoughts I had earlier about not having problems was again proved wrong. I read the first book about the life of Harry James Potter. Then I read another book of my life and the two were completely different except in killing some idiot they couldn't name. The third book I threw away, the only thing they said the same was the scar, green eyes and dead parents. I never flew on dragons, slew werewolves or chased Deatheaters.
"So Harry you now know why you have blue eyes, no glasses, and long hair." Jean started.
"Wait a second; the Dursley's complained that I was dumped on their door step about a year old. How do these people know I have a scar, wear glasses and have spiky black hair?
"Harry, I have more information for you that will not make much sense until your last bit is given to you when you turn eleven and are ready to go to school. There is only one person who can be leaking this information. That person will know about Horicrux's but not that you had a Horicrux removed from your head. He will finally tell you a prophesy…"
"What's a Horicrux?" Hermione was as inquisitive as always.
The explanation of what a Horicrux was and how it was made really was upsetting. Then I was told that the bad guy that was called "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" was called the Dark lord or Voldemort. His real name was Tom Riddle a half-blood. The prophesy was chilling.
"Now you now know why I said," "If things were not changed you will never live till twenty."
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I think the next part was a scheme to take my mind off Riddle and Horcruxes, it worked quite well. We were going swimming and we did. So with my trunks on and a towel slung around my neck I followed everyone, my flip flops keeping my feet from burning on the hot sand. As we passed a red pole in the sand everyone took off their bathing suits. Everyone turned to me and said this was a nude beach so drop the trunks. Man talk about being embarrassed, was that a sun burn or my blushing? Then there was the Wee Willie Winkie jokes which I was sure was not part of the nursery rhyme. I did notice that Dan seemed pleased or less tense with me around Hermione. Me I tried my darndest not to stare at all the girls, which made Hermione happy for some reason.
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"Hermione, are you making any progress on this stupid Occlumency?"
"Just as much as you, but the instructor said we have to find our core. So leave me be and get to work and find your core."
"Yes Hermione."
I did find it one day and it was strange. First is seemed to be a sphere containing an ocean that was sloshing and jumping around. Then I notice that the sphere was dirty like pieces of black paper had fall on the sphere and stuck in places. So stupid me felt compelled to clean off the dirty paper. I floated around the sphere cleaning and cleaning and just as I finished everything went black.
"Well it's nice of you to join us." Huffed Hermione, who I noticed was sitting on the bed next to me and holding my hand.
"What happened?" I asked feeling quite good after a nice sleep.
"The instructor thinks you found your core and tried to mess with it, you have been asleep for three days." Hermione was giving me that stare, like 'do it again and I will kill you'.
I did visit my core again and the sphere was now full with the ocean and about a month later I was erecting walls to keep out the bad guys as Jean called them. Hermione got her shields up about a week later.
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At a Muggle School London England:
"Your nothing but a know it all Granger so just shut up for once." Tamsin Applebee Cooper sneered. Tabitha Jones was his backup mouth. He of course made a mistake and pushed Hermione with Harry being there. It took a number of students to pull Harry off a battered and bleeding Cooper.
Meanwhile a number of Hermione's friends were consoling her and glaring at Tabitha.
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At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
"Albus are you sure you want this extra training to be provided to Neville Longbottom, he won't be eleven until he starts school this September?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Yes, this is quite advanced magic that you are trying to teach Neville, he may not have the core for this yet." Professor Flitwick stated.
"Yes, indeed, it is for the Greater Good that we provide a replacement for Harry Potter. Unless Harry shows up this September Neville must take his place as the boy who lived. There is a prophesy that states a number of factors all of which fit Harry Potter but they also fit Neville Longbottom. Without Neville we will never be rid of Voldemort, he is Harry Potter's deadly twin. So arrange the scheduling and provide the training, Dismissed!"
Professor Flitwick walked to his quarters thinking. No one really knew Harry Potter or what he looked like. Flitwick remembered both Lily and James Potter and Neville did not look like either nor were the Potters and Longbottoms related. What was Albus up to?
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"Harry it is time for me to explain a few things and your parents will explain a bit more after I leave. Hermione you will receive a letter to attend Hogwarts in a few days from a Professor McGonagall and will be taken to Diagon Alley for your supplies. The wands you have from France must be hidden at all times unless your lives are in danger. New wands will be bought in Diagon Alley and you will use them at school. Now there will be nice people and bad people at Hogwarts but you will have to decide about them. The two that you must wary of are Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, Professor Snape and their hidden allies.
"Why are the Headmaster and Professor bad people?" Hermione questioned.
"That is a hard question Hermione. They are trying to do good I think, but in the wrong way. Harry you once asked who gave the information for the books about you. The Headmaster is the one who picked you up when your parents died and hid you at the Dursley's. He is highly manipulative and will do anything to get his way for the Greater Good. Snape was or is a Deatheater, if he changed fine but to become a Deatheater he had to rape and kill. You make up your own minds but do not be misled by his Grandfatherly image or he will mislead you to do what he wants and not what is good for you."
"Yea, I don't see the Dursley's giving information about me to a magical book writers, they hate magic. I don't think I will be liking the Headmaster who put me with the Dursley's to be worked and mistreated."
"Both of you must never reveal that Harry is Harry Potter or Harry will be made to do things that will put his life in danger and finally kill him." Jean was adding to a miserable picture.
"Jean, who are you? You keep talking about the future but you look like you are my older sister?
Hermione was right about those items, I had been thinking along the same lines. I had always thought that Jean was the older daughter.
"I have left that information with Dan and Emma, I must leave now to face my future if I have one left, you don't mess with time and escape unscathed" Jean then just disappeared.
We both turned to Dan and Emma and they didn't look too happy. Dan started, "Kids we opened the door one evening and she walked in forced us to the couch. We were frozen there as she told us an insane tale. It took us quite a while but she just knew too much about us all. Then she told us that Harry was going to be brought here and raised."
"Yes you see that was not your sister Hermione that was you in about twenty years." Emma's statement froze me and Hermione's thinking process.
Emma continued "That gold necklace she wears is called a time-turner. That particular one she picked up in some battle at the Ministry of Magic. Instead of going back hours this particular one goes back years. She told of Potions being used on you and Harry and your marriage to some monster that she had to in the end kill. While Harry beat the Potions he was killed by his so called friends. She would not tell us anything specific about the future but discussed it in general terms. Like your friends and the Headmaster controlling you, confining you, mistreating you just to kill someone."
Dan picked back up on the information, "That's why we had all the changes made to you and all the training. She told us that all these assets would foil all these friends you would have had but that she has changed the past which is our future. By changing the past she hopes that the future will not turn out like it had and you both might have a life."
"Oh! my god!" Hermione exclaimed. "If she has changed the past she may not exist in the future." That stopped the explanations for quite a while.
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"Hello, my name is Professor McGonagall and I have an offer for your daughter." She entered the living room with the intent of changing into her cat form to prove magic existed and fainted dead away. When she entered the living room the two children were tossing fire balls back and forth to each other.
"Let's levitate her to the couch and have a hot cuppa ready for her with a shot of brandy on the side." Hermione giggled.
"Did you kids have to show off?" Dan asked with a chuckle.
"Let's wake her and field the questions." Harry was laughing as he had instigated the fireball game.
Professor Minerva McGonagall awoke and the hell with the tea, she downed the brandy and indicated, more!
"How?"
"Nothing special I assure you." Dan chuckled as the story to be told was already rehearsed, Jean had made sure of that. "We figured that these two were special and while in France we found out about magic, so we had them trained in France every summer. The French don't have all those silly rules that the English do."
"But they are performing underage magic." McGonagall exclaimed.
"Oh they did a little accidental magic and put up a ward over the house which stops the Ministry from recording anything unusual." Emma chuckled.
"Well then you don't need me here."
"Well if you don't mind we have no idea where the magical community is here in England." Dan explained.
So one grumbling Professor McGonagall took everyone to Diagon Alley and all the shops required for first term muggles. All the shops except the trunk shop as the Grangers explained that they had theirs from France. Professor McGonagall was not happy over Harry not getting his letter. There was a lot of paperwork awaiting her to fix the problem.
Flashback:
"Ok you lot, you need trunks for Hogwarts but I recommend special trunks. They are going to be expensive but Harry has the galleons." Jean expounded.
The trunks were first to have thumb print locks, anyone trying to force open the trunks would be petrified. The trunks actually were shielded from most all magic. When open they looked like a normal trunk but when you slid the top storage to the back it exposed a ladder that when down to a large room. Entry by the ladder automatically closed and locked the trunk lids. It would be furnished like a living room with study desks. The only extras were a closet for their good clothes and a restricted 'floe'. The trunks also had a lightweight charm and an auto-shrinking charm. They were expensive.
End Flashback:
Gringotts was a problem, which Hermione was able to admirably handle. She got McGonagall off to the side with a ton of questions about Hogwarts. I was able to access the Potter trust vault without anyone of importance hearing my name. The ride was like a roller coaster and quite fun. I wanted to remove as many galleons as I could carry but was lucky that the Goblins had special bags to carry a lot of Galleons. I exited with two such bags loaded with Galleons. I saw no chance of coming here without problems so I would get a bunch and put them in my trunk for later. By the time I had exited the Goblins handed the new key to my vault that I had ordered thus voiding all others.