The Wizarding Community
Harry Potter was a mystery to all.
After his parents were killed due to being betrayed by Fidelius being broken, the first thing to do, was find Sirius who was believed to be the Secret Keeper.
However, they found him in hysterics because he could not find Harry, fearing the worst, so he had to be questioned.
However, the family and Black deceived the community using himself as a lure failed, because how could they have known, that the true keeper betrayed them? And there was no way Sirius would hurt the Potters, much less his own Godson.
'If you lot are Purebloods, you'd know something so simple as a Godblood Family Bond Ritual done as soon as babies are born! You can't call yourself a Pureblood not knowing something so basic!' Sirius said scornfully in his trial. He also insulted those who wants him put away with many good reason. The Black Family Fortune and two; Harry Potter himself and the man was Legal Guardian to the kid, who was now famous for surviving HIM of all people.
So yes, the Wizengamot cannot refute that.
Most of them had godkids under such a ritual.
So now a massive rat hunt was done that Peter Pettigrew was quickly caught as he was a mediocre wizard specializing in 'cowardly means'.
Put in trial and for his crimes, was subjected to the Dementor's Kiss as betraying the Fidelius was a heinous crime. For it was a sacred ritual where TRUST was involved, which he betrayed by the way!
And because Sirius nearly got killed, his family elders called him back and called him out of war efforts to keep the family alive by marrying and having children.
The condition was 'a pureblood bride'...or THEY find him a bride.
So Sirius left to find a bride that caters to such a criteria but on his OWN terms, as most families were killed off for refusing to follow, or Death Eater Sycophants like his mother, brother and cousins and swore to remove 'the stain' on their name as his relatives may as well kissed a murderer's feet and finds his own family disgusting and repulsive, save for his disowned cousins who at least, pursued good and what's right, not bad and crimes.
That was to the anger of his mother Walburga Black, but alas, he's the last young male Black left.
Three years later, the Black Family Tapestry updated that he married a nice pureblood girl, but a foreigner.
And as he has YET to return, he's busy family-building and looking for his godson. All they know is that:
1. He's alive with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead which is all they know.
2. Goblins said that only the godfather will know once Harry is 11 years old and even then, he will be subject to goblin protection spells so nobody can get Harry's information out of him.
That much security was justified as Harry was the last of the Potters and 2, his parents can afford that level of insane security from the goblins.
So when Harry turned 11, Albus Dumbledore tried tracking him through Hogwarts Letter, but when the address was written by Hogwarts Enchantments, the back of the envelope showed just his public name, and 'a swirl of messy ink', meaning his location was hidden. Fawkes also cannot find where!
Not only that, sometime in the night, his office suffered terrible explosions during dinnertime from an unknown attacker. All they know from the Headmaster Paintings is that a school owl brought in a white envelope and it was the destroyer in question, firing blasting spells everywhere. Only reason the paintings survived was due to school enchantments. All else, destroyed. Gargoyle Statue included.
'So who on earth did you anger to receive such an explosive reply Albus?!' Dilys Derwent cried. 'We honestly prefer Howlers to this!'
Thus Albus had to swear up and down that he didn't!
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Harry's Mansion...
Yes, there was someone annoyed. And vindictive.
'Fufufu...serves you right for sending me a jinxed letter designed to find where I live.' Harry chuckled, waving his hand to end his scrying on a mirror as the Headmaster and Faculty surveyed the damages done and started fixing it. 'Cannot allow that now, can I?'
'Now then, I'm done with shopping, time to spend the rest of my summer crafting Mystic Codes.'
Well, he DID shopping, but Ollivander's was an epic fail.
All wands he tried out, were DESTROYED.
Blew up rather spectacularly at that, that Ollivander decided to close down shop to craft new wands.
Well...
...the difference between him and these wizards was that their bodies are more naturally inclined to magic, than magi are. That even without awakened circuits, they can use magic but how strong depends on their full potential had their circuits been activated.
But for Harry whose full potential was thanks to his mother and an active magus, he's too powerful for wands.
'But how will you attend Hogwarts without a wand, Mr. Potter? Even in Potions you need a wand.' said Ollivander, bamboozled.
'I'll find a way somehow through the books of my ancestors...there must be a case similar to mine in the past,' said Harry, bluffing his way out.
He knows that due to his...destiny or so Albus Dumbledore believed, the brother wand of Voldemort's will choose him. But that wand blew up too. Ollivander and Dumbledore were both banking on it and now it's dust.
He has no use for such a weak thing.
He had Kelly steal the information in how to craft a wand from Ollivander and with changes to ensure not even Ollivander can tell that his family's methods were used, he crafted his own wand.
He traveled to Japan to find wood powerful enough for him, and using Clock Tower's stolen wares in his workshop, found a suitable core. Hydra parts.
He went as far as encasing his wand's handle in a thin, but magically-durable metal crafted out of alchemy and made it beautiful. The 'guard' before the hilt was encased in gold with a tiger's eye gemstone.
Befitting a lord like himself. It was made out of a sacred cherry tree from a temple so the accessory goes well, and it's 12 inches long.
Took him almost daybreak, on the day before school to find the right formula to make a functional wand.
And so...
'Man I didn't get enough sleep.' Harry groaned as Kelly served him breakfast and put a bento she made for him as he requested one since the train hours are long. 'I didn't even have time to tidy my workshop.'
'Should Kelly clean, master?'
'No. I'll do it when I get back during break. The notes are hard-earned research I can't afford to lose, at least until I compile it entirely without missing a detail.' said Harry. He had asked for a big breakfast as he hasn't eaten dinner when he's about to break through. 'Leave the workshop as is and while I'm gone, just focus on your daily chores and cultivating the gardens, harvesting what's ripe and put them all in the stasis storehouse.'
'Yes master.'
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Hogwarts Platform...after breakfast at almost 8 am...
It's understandably empty, but train over there. Because train leaves at 11 am on September 1. He could sleep in a compartment there.
'Kelly found an empty compartment at the last car, young master.' said Kelly, teleporting Harry into said compartment.
'Thanks Kelly. I'm gonna sleep all day, eat lunch and sleep again.' Harry said tiredly, creating a ring of runes in the cabin he was in to misdirect other people and not bother him.
Today was politics.
Look for Harry Potter and be the first to befriend him for family benefit!
Such, is their obvious goal.
Like hell.
He is a magus.
HE is the user, not the other way around. In the Moonlit World, if you are the one used with no benefit in turn whatsoever...you're a fool!
Chuckling, he slept his day off.
It was hours when he woke again. It was by 2 pm that he woke up when sunlight hit his face, which annoyed him but he can't go back to sleep now...he got up to eat his bento, its freshness preserved with stasis magic.
Lunch was beautiful.
Unadon, and kenchinjiru with crunchy pickles, and hot amazake served in a jug. He summoned Kelly simply to take his used-up bento away, and spent the rest of his hours reading manga he has yet to read.
They arrived by 7 pm, with which, it's nighttime.
'Here already...'
He changed into his Hogwarts Uniform with a snap of his fingers, combed his hair and rinsed his mouth with mouthwash before going out. His luggage in his pockets.
He went out to join the students in going out, following the ones his height level. Tradition states that a giant will be the one guiding them to the lake. But by merely sitting on the antiquated boats, the Trace will be automatically put on them. So he did not go through that boat ride, and got to the school by other means to avoid it and waited for the students to come to the docks, and reappear at the very back to be unnoticed.
He evaded the Trace as he noted when scanning them.
All other kids have it.
However, by rule of thumb, half-blood and pureblood families can get away by being solely magical citizens living far away from humans. The issue was Statute of Secrecy after all...
...if only that weren't the case.
According to his parents' notes, it's so muggleborns won't be stronger than magical families.
The tough part was that all this, was because of both pride and Declination by Stagnancy.
Magical Families cannot bear to be weaker than those not of magical blood because they declined too much by not bringing new blood in, always intermarrying to the point everyone, even their own parents are their own cousins! Hell, even Magus Families maintained power by selective breeding while avoiding inbreeding somehow, and due to that diverse blood, they were all insanely beautiful and powerful whereas Inbreeding in a limited Genepool...well...
However, they all have a sole weakness: if they stupidly installed their Foundation Formula in a Leyline where they built their home and workshop for their descendants to instantly master their craft, they are bound to it in turn. Otherwise, like the Matou, they'll face decline if forced to leave their Foundation. Those who taught by Oral Teachings, can prosper anywhere. That was the short of the long-winded explanation in teachings.
Truth discovered way too late, that most families despaired and gave up. While those who did Oral Education found themselves lucky, having unwittingly done the right thing without knowing it.
And now, he'll be among inbred idiots.
He sighed.
'The firs' years are here, Professor McGonagall.' said the giant, Rubeus Hagrid after using a Scan Spell on him, a spell inspired from playing video games in his mother's maiden home.
'Thank you Hagrid, I'll take it from here.' said Professor McGonagall, a prim-and-proper strict woman, and current Transfiguration Mistress of Britain. His dad woulda surpassed her, but...well...that's up to Harry now, to complete what his father never could.
Surpass this granny, and more!
She spoke again after taking them inside. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Zenjou Residence in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right - the rest of the school must already be here - but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.
'Welcome to Hogwarts,' said Professor McGonagall. 'The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.'
She then gave them all a once-over before talking again.
'The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.'
Her eyes lingered for a moment on some people at front.
'I shall return when we are ready for you,' said Professor McGonagall. 'Please wait quietly.'
And she left.
This is it, Harry thought.
His first battle will be in his social life.
Suddenly, panic ensued as ghosts came in.
He had never seen such lifelike, real ghosts. The stuff in books by mages, is nothing compared to this! He was amazed.
Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: 'Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-'
'My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?'
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Nobody answered. Too stunned to speak in the case of muggleborns and as for magicals, nobody wanted to talk to the ghosts.
'New students!' said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. 'About to be Sorted, I suppose?'
A few people nodded mutely.
'Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!' said the Friar. 'My old house, you know.'
'Move along now,' said a sharp voice as the ghosts left, flying away and going through the walls. 'The Sorting Ceremony's about to start.'
McGonagall's back.
'Now, form a line,' Professor McGonagall told the first years, '-and follow me.' everyone did so, forming lines of threes by following the example by those at front. She led them in inside the Great Hall. Big enough to fit a Sunday Morning Mass in. It was splendid in terms of history. Many magi would LOVE to be here no doubt. They love and find beauty in 'age' as age represents power, and disdain the modern as younger is 'weaker'. Ironic, as they keep up to date with modern day fashions just to look good, and dress themselves with a mix of modern classics and preppy taste in it to show off intellect.
Loads of floating non-melting candles provided the light. Four long tables where the students of the dorms sat with a banner hanging above. Yellow Badger. Blue Raven. Red Lion and Silver Snake, the symbols of the four houses through color and animal respectively. The long tables ensured there's a glittering golden plate and goblet before each student. Talk about spoiled?!
Up ahead, Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.
But it's an ancient relic. Even if its a Sorting, Talking Hat, how much will it sell for in Clock Tower?
The hat began its song. His parents notes say it always sings songs about the Four Houses of Hogwarts, cluing the newcomers in, in its own way.
Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me!
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all!
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
That's bad, Harry thought. Will it see ALL his memories and precious information he absolutely cannot let these people know?
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Well, he might fit in, in Ravenclaw...Magi thirst for knowledge, no?
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
Ah, the make friends with benefits deal, but to have a profitable business, you must have each other's back with something of worth in turn. Not only that, its a very political-oriented house or should he say, the politics here is based on blood?
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.