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Harry had been having a simply phenomenal summer. Everything seemed to be going his way. Tom had recently moved in as an orphan whose mother had been killed by some criminals with some neighbors, and their brothership had blossomed. In fact, using Tom's knowledge on rituals, they planned one that would make them brothers in everything, with the idea to include Trip once the new year started.

While it wouldn't let them access others wealth, titles or power, even make them stronger, it would let them form an unbreakable bond, it would be like an unbreakable vow, but magic would guide them towards keeping it, and it would be completely willingly. No telepathy or things like that, while Harry had looked into it, soul-bonds only occurred in mates and after years of work in a relationship, typically appearing towards the end of their lives together to ensure they'd understand each other's love. A truly beautiful thing, magic is.

The ritual only worked if their future was certain that they wouldn't betray one another, at least permanently, and was more of a rite of passage. Harry was excited, as it would allow him to truly have a proper family, even with no parents. To be fair, Severus was the loving Uncle, Dumbledore the weirdo grandfather, Mcgonagall the stern grandmother, Flitwick the wise Uncle, and though he had nothing to truly fill in the void of a parent, he hoped he'd see that happen one day. Perhaps Sirius Black, if what he suspected was true, could be his father.

For now he was lounging in his room, feeding Hedwig treats, listening to Gracie soar invisibly in the air, using the natural magic Dragons wielded, Erebus was napping at the foot of his bed, and Dobby was sitting next to him with wide eyes staring fascinatedly at his old transfiguration textbook from first year. He'd collected enough of them to fill a bookshelf now, and the elf had decided to go through them to make sure his master was learning the best. Clearly he hadn't though he might get caught up in it all.

Harry really just watched on amused as everything went on around him. When he'd first heard of house elves he had worried of their possible extinction, but with the protections around Potter Manor and property, as well as those preventing harm coming to the elves themselves and wards specifically installed to ensure no Potter or guest would ever harm them, he was certain they'd survive. After all, they were loyal and if nothing else, an adaptable bunch.

It was after the tenth treat, and Harry began to feel as if he spoiled his Phoenix, that the flap in the door sounded, and he got up to get the soup. While they hadn't actively prevented him from doing anything, they encouraged him to stay in his room, assisted by giving him food and water through the flap and ignoring what he did.

With the activation of puberty, his thoughts towards several females took a more romantic light, and Daphne was looking more and more beautiful, but he resigned himself towards the fact he couldn't do anything physical whatsoever until the contract activated. Her parents had been very serious about that, and he was incredibly scared of them. It still surprised Ravenclaw that he was so frightened of the Greengrass parents, but he decided it was because he honestly believed their threats.

Moving on, he went back, drinking the warm soup. Once he'd complained, they had begun warming it up, simply as more motivation to keep him in there. He had occasional visits from Dudley who decided that it was worth the risk of upsetting his parents to hear more about the wonders of magic, and had fainted at the sight of Dobby, who had teleported him back to his bed. Nowadays Hedwig had warmed up to the boy, who had begun working off his fat and gaining muscle, which Harry complimented him on, though he also attributed it to the fact the boy gave her half his food. With them doting on her, Harry was honestly worried she might be getting spoiled, but decided it was worth it. After all, Happy Phoenix Happy Life.

Opening a letter an Owl had brought him overnight, he noticed it was from the girl he had been thinking of earlier. Her light, neat scrawl beat him, which he'd worked on over the summer and gotten to be readable, and hoped soon it would actually be nice. THough with constant hand cramps it seemed unlikely.

Harry

I do hope your summer is going well, mine certainly is, though with Astoria excited about going back to Hogwarts, I'm incredibly worried she's going to blow something up with accidental magic. We're going to get her supplies the week of your birthday, and we're hoping you and Tom would be interested in staying over that time. Also, I chose Care of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes and Arithmancy for electives, what did you select? Please send your reply with Archimedes, he's the only one who can access our wards.

Love,

Daphne

Harry laughed. Did they honestly think Hedwig wouldn't be able to get through? Oh no, he decided, as he wrote out the reply graciously thanking them for the offer, and accepting. Handing it to Hedwig once he was satisfied, he watched as his Phoenix disappeared and reappeared with a content grin on her beak, though Archimedes looked slightly put down. That was, until Harry wrote out a quick note for Daphne not to underestimate his familiar, and gave the owl some treats. With his mood lifted, he flew off.

Heading back to his bed, he opened his book to a new page, until there was a tapping on his window. Annoyed, he looked out to spot Tom throwing rocks, nearly hitting him in the face when he opened it, and yelled for him to stop. He did after throwing one more, and Harry agreed to come down so they could speak. Grabbing his elective selection, he left the house, calling behind him not to wait up.

'What were you thinking, what if you'd knocked in the window, or actually hit me?' Harry said, fists clenched as he pointed at the offending boy whose hands were raised.

'Oh come one, I knew what I was doing. Anyway, I'm super excited! I finally signed up for Hogwarts, and with the galleons you gave me, tuition was paid. Now I just need to select my electives, which I was waiting for you to do. And I promise I'll pay you back!' He said this all at once, and it took a second for Harry to completely discern it all.

'Well, I do not believe you, but whatever. And that's good, I really don't care about the galleons, I am getting hundreds every day simply from investments, I will have gained several million by the time Hogwarts is out. As for electives, our entire group chose the same ones, Ancient runes with Professor Babbling, Arithmancy with Professor Vector, and Hagrid finally got his own class, Care of Magical Creatures, so you better get used to Professor Hagrid!' Tom grinned, and quickly checked three boxes before calling for Hedwig. She assisted Tom with sending out letters, until they visited DIagon Alley and he could get his own Owl. While not happy about it, she relented.

They began running around, adn after tiring out, headed to their hideout. It was something they'd built with Dobby's help, a treehouse solely visible to them and those they allowed. Dudley was the only other one who could access it and was nearby. Inside it was made of oak boards and looked like your stereotypical one, only larger with expansion charms and several pieces of furniture they got Dobby to bet and clean from the dump, for why buy and waste money when you can reuse the old and make it better with magic?

They'd gotten several bookcases with magical books, they'd spotted Dudley looking over them several times, and multiple windows with toy guns Dudley had brought in so they could have some fights and make up for their crappy childhoods. Tom's new family was incredibly nice and Harry had several sleepovers with the boy, secretly learning magic from each other. When the Hogwarts letter had arrived, everybody was surprised, seeing as how the resident Ravenclaw thought they'd have to owl in their request, especially since he'd be starting his third year.

When Mcgonagall arrived, it was while they were going over their books, and he helped with the interview and calming down the parents, who'd taken the idea they had adopted a magical child with incredible grace. Now, they wanted to know as much as they could, though they understood they could never practice it. Because of this, their excitement wasn't as extreme as some might have been, and had simply looked for basic understanding of the subjects, which Harry had been happy to provide. For now, Ben and May Essedge were content and happy with their little family, excited for when Tom turned Seventeen and could show them proper magic, but were wary. They were aware of human flaws, and didn't want to get irrationally jealous. Harry labeled them Good Muggles.

Harry, having remembered Draconus and Ronald wanting to watch Star Wars, had arranged a showing for his entire group, including a massive sleepover at Daphne's manor when she'd offered it. The event was supposed to occur on his birth week, which made it incredibly convenient that he and Tom had been invited to stay. As that started tomorrow, they headed back to Tom's house.

"Uncle Ben, Aunt May?" They'd both taken to calling the adults that, as they'd all grown quite close, and the two had insisted.

"In the kitchen, dears!" It was Aunt May, no doubt with sandwiches. They hurried in the direction, but made sure not to run as they'd been warned of that before.

"Thanks, May. We've been invited to Greengrass Manor for the week, and were hoping we could go? You could even see us off, check out the old pureblood houses?" May worked in real estate, which had been caused significantly by her love of architecture, and had wanted to visit one of the manors ever since she heard they existed. Using this ensured they'd get what they wanted.

"Oh very well, I'll get Ben and tomorrow we can leave." They smiled before biting happily into their sandwiches, going quickly over different spells they'd learnt. Though wise beyond their years most of the time, the opportunity to act like children didn't escape them. Especially since they knew that it'd likely end by the time the school year started. You could only go through so many life and death events and still act as a child. Might as well take advantage while they could. Especially with Harry the official leader of the group who had to set an example, Trip and Daphne his Generals, Tom his advisor.

Eventually, they finished their sandwiches. Hurrying up to Tom's room, they opened a book and began reading together. It was the advanced dueling book he'd begun reading over the school year, but got caught up on others. One particular passage interested him.

There is no bond like that of family. None like brothers uniting together, fighting side by side to stop evil. Or sisters tearing apart those who hurt their siblings. Even hate for a parent is a high improbability only born out of incredible mistreatment. Yet it also proves the weakest of them all. For what is inside you becomes your most important asset, and your family may not always agree with that.

It begins slowly over time, a small droplet of resentment festering into pure hate as they attempt to suppress who you are. This is the second most common cause of Dark Lords. Society can reject you however much they want and so long as you still have your family, many can live with it, staying in the light or grey. But if there is a loss there, it impacts them hard. If you lose both family and society, no one is immune, and all will fall evil. So to all families out there- do not reject yours. For you may just find something will come back to haunt you.

Harry thought it over, and decided it was right. While he had no hate or resentment to his family, even though they died, they died for him, to make sure he had a chance at living. Easily forgivable. But he also had no love for them. He imagined if everyone in wizarding society turned their backs on him, he might turn evil, even if he had his friends there. Despite having Daphne, Tom, and Trip, it would never be enough. He just hoped for their sake society never abandoned him, or they'd spell their own doom.

'Wooo! Everybody ready for some good old fashioned brilliant lightsaber battles!?' It was Ronald, who was dancing around with a toy he'd gotten during their trip to the city. Looking like Muggles had been hard for all the purebloods, and taking the tube had been an experience Harry would remember forever.

They'd decided to start watching Return of the Jedi soon after, and Draconus had been fascinated by the Sith and their eerie similarities to Dark Wizards, who were coincidently commonly called Dark Lords. He'd looked up all the interesting ones with a rich muggle kid who he had been friendly with, and found them very entertaining. He'd been especially interested by a few he'd found in a book on Legends.

Darth Revan, Nihilus, Sion, Traya, and Vader. When Harry pointed out he'd chosen the Triumvirate, he suggested why not they make themselves a group with a Triumvirate in charge. And obviously, it would include Harry, Daphne, and himself of course. While they all laughed, he decided he was serious and had even written up a chain of command, though he'd yet to assign names. They had all decided not to encourage him, especially as he'd likely go about calling them the selections in publix. Thought, the emerald eyed leader had been pensive for a moment, and considered it. It was definitely an intriguing idea.

Eventually, they all finally sat down and just watched their show. Observing, the black haired male Ravenclaw considered the idea of lightsabers, and his Sonic, which was currently in it's holster. A beguiling idea, but an ambitious one. He';d either have to find a way to replicate the crystal currently powering his second favourite tool, find more of them, which seemed unlikely, or find something else to power it.

The whole thing was an ambitious idea, but it had merit. After all, how many magic users would have a form of defense against what was essentially hardened light and could theoretically pass through literally anything when activated? After all, he had no current project. He resolved himself to practice his transfiguration, enchanting, and to find something that could power them. It'd certainly make Draconus happy.

Perhaps they could found a real Jedi Order? He laughed, what silliness. But they could definitely start some group between their friends, and decided he might want to look into doing that this year. Stuff would need to be drawn up, but they'd be an even closer family. For now, he resolved himself to doing it later, and just focus on the show, which they were watching in Hermione's house.

Speaking of which, it was all decorated quite tastefully. It was a nice pale white, and had the atmosphere of a family, rather than the oppressive cleanliness in Privet Drive Number Four. With no siblings, and a need to mature to ignore the insults, Hermione had stopped using toys and instead reading books, allowing the entire house to stay ordered. The basement, where they were watching to prevent interference from the large amount of magicals, and causing all the electricity to short as there was stone everywhere and the tv was connected to physical cables which displayed that which was on the above television. Thus, it kept destruction to a minimum.

The floor was stone with several blankets laid down, and snacks made by the Granger Adults, since they had 'Too much time on their hands' as it was summer, they were taking a month's vacation to spend time with their daughter. Harry found her enjoyed talking with them, as unlike the Dursleys, who were needlessly cruel, or the Greengrasses, who'd grown cold and distrusting with the actions and imprisonment of her uncle, they were kind and welcoming. Much like the Essedge's.

'Harry, aren't the lightsabers cool? I wish you could make one, like your Sonic.' Draconus was staring at the tv, but also looked to him expectantly for an answer. He sighed.

'Yes, I suppose it would be cool, but I really just have no idea how to power it. Bloody Hell, it's brilliant that I can talk about it like it is a possibility.' While he did find it interesting, for now he just pushed Draconus away from the ability and back to the program.

'Hey Draco, how's your studies coming along?' Ronald.

'They're alright, my father is starting to show me the business, and I haven't had much time. Besides, these muggle things are simply smashing, and I've had to watch them in secret because my father doesn't want me watching them.'

'Why not get some books, and charm them?' Harry's hands were clenched, as the muggles were already going extinct, why attempt to continue their culture? But, he supposed as his hands loosened, might as well keep the good aspects. They'd die out soon enough, and their history could be preserved in some sort of museum. After all, the biological differences in a pureblood or even half blood wizard were quite distinct from pureblood muggles.

'Harry, why are magicals so different from muggles? I mean, I know we use magic and all, but isn't there more?' It was Astoria Greengrass, who'd invited herself and was coming to Hogwarts for her second year. He decided to humor her.

'Well, there are a great many factors. The most distinct is that we use that natural power in the air. Nobody knows where it comes from, only that it is infinite, and a great many tests have been done, with literally every single one pointing to the fact not even a single iota of this power ever having permanently disappeared. In fact, evidence has suggested it's increased.' Everyone looked on in interest, as the credits of the movie rolled.

'How does it work? I mean, why do we use it and they don't?' This time it was actually Daphne who questioned him, and he raised an eyebrow. Hadn't she been there when he'd done the research? He had seen her reading.

'Well, every single magical creature has something called a magical core. It's not physical, not an extra organ or anything like that, it's more metaphysical. It's connected to our souls, which every being, including muggles, have, though they seem to be lacking a key component which allows the core to properly activate and grow during youth, but nobody has figured out what it is. This magical core creates a small amount of magic, minor compared to what is actually flowing through our body, which taints that which is absorbed in our body from the surroundings, which is what we typically use to cast and creates our aura, thus placing a magical signature, giving us our identities. For every single one of us is unique, even identical twins or theoretically clones would be different in magical signature. Nobody in recorded history has ever had the same soul.' He took a sip of water, as everyone's attention was focused on him.

'The more powerful you are, the more magic you naturally generate and the stronger your signature. At the same time, the more ambient magic you absorb, to be launched at your opponent, then sent back into the air and eventually be reused. We have the same magic flowing through our body that once flowed through the founders, or at least we might. The size of your body does not matter significantly, but it can be helpful, which is why you must exercise, as it helps everything flow.' Nobody even batted an eye at the crash and cursing of Hermione's father when he dropped a plate, preparing dinner.

'The loss of limbs is devastating to a warlock, as it costs them more space to hold magic, thus keeping them from casting as long, though if trained your body can absorb magic faster to make up for this. The biggest factor that makes the difference between how powerful you are, is the density of your magic. The more powerful, the thicker your consistency, which means more powerful spells and longer casting, though an olympic level athlete witch could beat a lazy wizard, because she could absorb magic faster, and cast spells for longer, with better stamina.' He was growing a bit tired, and decided to wrap it up.

'I suppose you could compare it to the midichlorians in Star Wars, the more powerful you are, the more midichlorians you have, and thus the stronger and more easily you gain powers. Yet at the same time, if you don't train them, it's pointless and they just lie there, thus allowing even a novice force user to beat an incredibly lazy master, if they exercised daily. And now, I believe I smell dinner.' The analogy clearly assisted Draconus and Ronald, who began debating on who had more 'midichlorians' in their body, and overall agreed Harry had the most of their group. He didn't have to heart to tell them that everyone else already knew from a simple spell.

For dinner, they had kidney bean pie, which he found delicious, and they made their way to the basement to sleep. The girls shared Hermione's room, and with no guest bedroom the guys had the base floor. Thankfully, with some blankets and pillows, he found it did his spine some good, though he had no interest in repeating it.

It was the end of July, and Harry, with his friends, was going down Diagon alley to shop. He and Tom were heading to Gringotts, while the others picked up the supplies they needed, which the other two had picked up with May and Ben. Little had changed, though he'd picked up a book on Parseltongue, called Parseltongue, Parselmouth, and Parselmagic: A Guide. It was the only one in the shop, after some poking around learned they didn't know how it had gotten there. So far it simply went on a bout theory and gave a few examples of spells. When he'd looked into the author's family as only an actual parselmouth could have written it thus making them a Slytherin, he learned they were dead. Sad.

He and Tom entered the grand marble building, nodding to the guards as they walked up to a teller. This one was counting galleons with thick glasses and muttering to himself. Harry walked up confidently, with Tom standing behind him proudly. After all, image was important. When he was with others, they could take the spotlight. But here, he needed to be himself completely, so used his inner Gryffindor courage, and self confidence he gained from Dobby and living at the manor, training himself.

'Excuse me sir, I am Harry Potter. I would like to see my account Manager, Kragrakk to be specific, and my friend here will be coming with. Here is my key.' Handing the goblin his iron bit, standing tall and earning respect from the seated being, who answered promptly.

'Through that door, Lord Potter-Black, I do believe you know the way.' He nodded, and they parted ways after dropping a couple sickles on his desk for the politeness.

He remembered the many wall decorations, and resolved to finally go through them in his head. Who knew what kind of wisdom and secrets lied hidden inside them. But for now he walked through the twisted maze of hallways, eventually reaching the door labeled 'Potter Account Manager' and walked in, greeting the goblin who was going over some paperwork.

'Lord Potter-Black' Tom looked at him funny, it was the second time someone acknowledged himas that, but Harry waved it off for a later date. 'What brings you to my office?'

'Well, this is Tom Skywalker,' Draconus and Ronald had squealed when they heard the name and asked the boy a ton of questions, 'Wished to get the standard inheritance test and all that done. I had no idea where else to go for it, as you administered mine.'

'Well, had you asked the teller, he would have directed you to the inheritance department. But I suppose I can help you here." Kragrakk said, sighing a bit. He called for Griphook, who came in with the standard materials. The two warlocks waved, and he did do a bit hesitant, unsure.

Distributing the required blood, words began to form and sink in, as Kragrakk looked upon it in surprise. A frown soon formed, and he scowled a bit, but by the end he smirked slightly. Both pre-teens, as Tom had decided his new birthday was August fifth, some important day for him or whatever, were sweating. The smirk looked positively evil. Finally it was placed before them, and instead of simply reading it, asked for the boy's permission, he nodded his ascent, though there was a short pause.

Tom Rory Skywalker

Parents: Tom Marvolo Riddle and Merope Gaunt

Notable Ancestors: Antioch Peverell, Salazar Slytherin, Sheev Palpatine

Magical Core: 227

Magical Abilities:

Parseltongue-Magic-Natural

Legilimency-Natural

Magic-Pure

Type-Dark-Grey

Affinities:

Dark: Natural

Potions: Adept

Heir-Peverell(3rd), Slytherin(Locked), Palpatine(2nd)

'Warrior Kragrakk, why is he the third heir of Peverell, and second of Palpatine? Shouldn't he at least have been able to claim Palpatine?' Harry was questioning this a lot. It didn't make sense.

'Well, Lord Potter-Black, it's been sometime since you've visited, and a great many things have happened. I also have some things to confess.' Kragrakk took a deep breath, preparing himself. This would be a sad discussion.

'It all began the day you first came into Gringotts…'

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