Disclaimer: I only like the lemon drops, the rest is just JK Rowling's branded copyrights. Bugger.
AN: We only that Hogwarts school year-end in the last seven days of June, not the exact date, therefore I am making the Leaving Feast be on 24th of June at 7 in the evening, and the Departure of Students after breakfast, at 10 in the morning, on the 25th of June. Hope that is clear.
25th June 1994
Harry had taken a compartment alone. It seemed that Ron and Hermione wouldn't take a word against Dumbledore with so many books for Dumbledore (Hermione) and with Ron's whole family taking Dumbledore in as the Jesus Christ.
Harry had asked both of his only friends why did Dumbledore not get Sirius free, with him being Chief Warlock and all. Both of his friends, both of whom Harry loved to death, started whispering insults of the corrupt Ministry and all that shite.
Yes, the Ministry is corrupt, but they do want to keep it subtle not outrightly shout that out. So, yes, Dumbledore is the reason.
So, he is alone now. Why does he not have friends? Celebrity, Legend, Dark Lord, Heir of Merlin, all that shite. That is why.
Oh, they had tried. Many did. But Harry was a nervous and shy bugger at eleven and he was too boring. And while Hermione and Ron are nice friends, they are not the greatest sociable group with both of them not having someone their age ever. So, they had been possessive of Harry, a bit, or a lot.
Harry still thinks they overreacted with Dean. Dean could not hear a word that a couple of days.
Harry swore to make himself more known next year.
He sighed and started to pull out his notes of last year. He may not be a hardcore Hermione-like avid reader, but he had to read with the Dursleys being the way they are. Yes, they kept him and, in their heart, love him, but that does not make up for their neglect.
The loathing is mutual from both sides, even if they tolerate each other because of familial bonds.
Harry started with his Transfiguration notes . . .
Wulfric Biene at 'Apollian and Ares Runes'
It was a mystery to Harry. Why did those words stick with Harry every time something related to academics come up? Wulfric Biene, he had heard that name a long time ago, Harry was sure, but who is it?
Harry kept contemplating it, even as he started falling asleep.
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Harry woke up to obsidian black in front of his face.
Harry did the only thing he could, he shrieked noisily, in a very manly way of course.
The grim house-elf said in a raspy voice, "So, The Disappointment™was not lying when it said it had an heir."
Harry blurted out the first thing on his mind, "Why are you half-naked?"
And indeed the elf was. It was wearing a half-torn pillowcase over his lower parts, his torso completely naked.
The elf was shorter than Dobby, but that was probably because it was indeed hunchbacked like Snape, and was older than Dobby as well. The elf's pointy ears were unenthusiastically bent forward and his round black eyes were narrowed at Harry. The elf was scowling at Harry.
The elf's scowl deepened and he said, "Kreacher did not have time to wear proper things, Master."
Harry tilted his head and looked out the window. Not even halfway to King's Cross, that's nice. Now, he could find out what this bugger wants.
Harry knew many things about elves since he started working a bit with Peeves as a 'thank you' and because he was, truthfully, an adrenaline-junky. He loved adventures, just not life-threatening ones.
Harry told Kreacher, knowing Masters can order elves, "Spin on your spot three times and bark. After that use magic, for heaven's sake, to make your things proper."
Kreacher looked surprised that he did not think of it and did as Harry said in a bit of a trance that Harry got one up Kreacher.
Harry asked after the elf was in a new tea towel, knowing the elf will cry if told to wear more modest clothes, "What are you doing now, Kreacher?"
Kreacher answered snootily, "Disappointment™told Kreacher to see if its heir is able enough to find its house. It told Kreacher to take its heir home. It also ordered Kreacher to tell not to go with the beef man and horsewoman."
Harry snorted, knowing that it was Sirius that was the Disappointment™with the beef and horse thingy but let it go. He told Kreacher, "Keep calling Sirius 'The Disappointment™', no matter what he says, and tell me what you call me."
Kreacher answered, "Half-Blooded Midget who is The Disappointment's Heir."
Harry shook his head in disappointment and told Kreacher, "A proper elf never speaks such a long name for his master. Call me 'The Potter™', it will be much shorter."
Kreacher nodded slowly and stood right there, staring at Harry.
Harry, knowing Kreacher was going to stay right there until they could teleport away, asked the question he had asked Dobby a couple of years ago, "Would you like to sit with me, Kreacher?"
The elf looked really surprised with his question and asked in a high voice, "Really, Master The Potter™?"
Harry nodded warily and the elf slowly sat down on the floor. Harry sighed, knowing Kreacher will not sit with him with the Old Familes' Elf Training.
Harry started looking through his notes. This time, not disturbed by random important thoughts and theories. Kreacher's creepy eyes were enough.
Huh, apparently only seven animagi were registered in the twentieth century.
Harry snorted at that, mentally. Did someone forget the two muggle, and the two magical, wars this century? Because, apparently, you cannot die immediately after becoming an animagus, cannot become an animagus illegally and cannot hide from the corrupted government, which is filled with enemies, your animagus form.
Harry wants to be an animagus.
After his scar's swelling was mysteriously getting disappeared after he started talking with Peeves, Harry searched for books on becoming an animagus alone.
He will scare the hell out of Sirius.
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Wulfric Biene at 'Apollian and Ares Runes' was a ginger.
Harry saw that Biene looked incredibly healthy even if he was almost dangerously thin. His dark auburn hair looked messy as it fell to his shoulders, some white hair appearing randomly. He had perfect stubble and his eyes were a twinkly blue.
Biene was just about six feet in height and was wearing golden half-crescent glasses with no frames. Bienne also looked to be in his mid-forties, so he was either in mid-forties, incredibly healthy fifty years with very good luck or a wizard ranging from the forties to seventies.
Bienne grinned lazily and patted his silky hair. He had just woken, Harry realised.
Kreacher had just popped away, apparently, the house was not Sirius' but one which Remus recommended. Harry felt that Remus must have gotten in contact with Sirius for this to happen.
Bienne yawned and rubbed his eyes, he said tiredly, "Come in, kid. Heard Lupin wants you here."
Harry said to the man who looked to be Dumbledore's son, "Yeah, he sent me here. He didn't tell me why, though."
Bienne smirked and said, "Probably felt that I am a better teacher. Of course, that is probably because I taught him before Hogwarts though."
Harry asked, "So you are a wizard, then?"
Bienne looked back at Harry, frowning suddenly, and answered, "No, not a wizard. I am a squib, had an accident back when I was 8, some evil kid felt I was ginger so I am evil and did some accidental magic. Poof! I am a squib-bler!"
Harry asked, "How?"
Bienne told Harry as he sat down on a comfy orange couch, "Dark families had very ancient magic, they did. My father figured out, just before banishing me, that it was Slytherin Family Magic that stole mine."
Harry looked at Wulfric Bienne in shock. He walked inside the shop/ house slowly and respectfully closing the door behind him. He stood in front of Bienne and asked, "It was Voldemort?"
Bienne smiled sadly and said quietly, "Yeah, Tom Riddle's first-ever victim, I was. It was March of 1935, just before my ninth birthday."
Harry repeated, "And you taught Remus?" and asked, "Why are you telling me about your personal life? Not that I mind, I am just a stranger."
Bienne chuckled mysteriously and his blue eyes twinkled. He responded, "Yes, I taught Remus. I am telling you about me because my ex-student asked me to help you as I helped him. Don't worry, Remus and Sirius will be here sometime in summer, once or twice, but you are gonna stay with me."
Bienne continued before Harry could speak, "Now, I know you have a lot of questions. So, to make you feel safer for the hell of it, I am going to tell you my biography. I was born on the 15th of August in 1926, just half a month before my father's birthday.
"My father was an arrogant man, he was almost in his mid-forties when I was born. He believed wizards should rule muggles, no matter what, and still hasn't changed. My mother was in her late twenties then. She was weak and unhealthy then. She was a muggle too. My father needed an heir so he got her to make her give birth to me.
"She died." Bienne looked super sad. He continued, "She was just here to meet her family and she died. Freya Bienne, that's her name. My cruel bastard of a father raped her and threw her away.
"After I was born, he raised me in private, to see if I was really not a squib. I became a squib though, after Voldemort, so he threw me away. Cast me out of the family, he did. From then on, I lived as an orphan on the streets.
"A muggle family, Evanston, adopted me. I then grew up muggle, but I knew that magic existed. After I turned eighteen, I went to see what condition is the world I was born in was. It was horrifying. Squibs and muggleborns were killed and jeered at, my father got into a ridiculously high position by default and if I said anything, I would be killed."
Wulfric looked into the distance and started after a sad sigh, "It still hasn't recovered from the poison the magical world fell in. The people became sheep and only some shepherds were empathetic to their gain, the equal rights for everyone were torn during the Dark Wars from the '50s to the '70s.
"I tried to get help. The Goblins were tied into their treaties so much that they can only be neutral, neither Dark nor Light. Centaurs were so gracious to even have a home. The Werewolves old had some strong enough to fight, others had gone insane enough by the feral side that hid from the world. The Merpeople were too scared to even voice anything. The Vampires were mostly hidden enough that I knew that they were mostly neutral. It was insane.
"I even went to Russia for the Giants, I was so disgusted by them that I never even thought of them again. It was about the early '70s that I lost hope. I occasionally met Remus, one of the only werewolves I got on my side, and his friends, like Sirius, your parents, and Frank and Alice Longbottom.
"I never told anyone but Remus this, but I got visits from Regulus Black as well, Sirius' Death Eater brother. He went out, securing that Dark Tomes could not get into Voldemort's hands. He was an Unsung Hero of that war, like the Bones', the Prewitts', the Moody's and the Fenwick's."
Wulfric looked Harry right in the eye before speaking with very high intensity, "I am to train you to be like Benjy Fenwick when he killed five Death Eaters on his own. I will have you be like David Monroe who was too cunning for the sheep. I will train you to be like Alastor Moody to be a prepared bastard. And I will train you to be the most knowledgable like Nicholas Flamel."
Harry blinked, "Nicholas Flamel?"
Wulfric nodded slowly and said, "Nicholas Flamel had the rest of Europe as secure as possible the moment he heard of 'Voldemort' in the early '50s. Met him once, got trained in Basic Alchemy. I can't do it since I am a right old squib, but I can train you."
Harry nodded.
Wulfric added, "I will not have you be like my father. Ominous. Twinkly. Manipulative. Lying. Dumbledore."
Harry blinked again and almost shouted his question, "Dumbledore?"
Wulfric sighed and muttered quietly, "I was born Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. I am Wulfric Evenston Bienne now."
Harry gasped.
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5th July 1994
Harry panted but did not stop. That old bastard was throwing stones and potions and runes at him as he drew his wand. Harry muttered, "Stupefy."
A bolt of red came out and hit a rune. It turned red for a moment before burning up and becoming ash. It flew away in the air.
Wulfric said, "It is okay, now."
Harry gave his wand to the old bastard and started running away from the shop. It was a lap around the square now. That man was a taskmaster.
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12th July 1994
Harry had grown a couple of inches visibly since the last half a month and now stood proudly at 5'5. He looked healthier too, with finally eating healthily in the summer.
His appetite had grown and his stamina had grown as well. His spells were as fast as Sirius' words, or so Remus said.
Harry had gotten the Trace removed after buying a new wand. Apparently, only the first wands of a wizard have the Trace.
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27th June 1994
Harry walked with his hood down. Wulfric was by his shoulder and was wearing rune tablets all over his body. Wulfric looked to be an ugly pale fat man with brown hair and black eyes.
Harry thought that Wulfric looked like Fudge, a bit.
They were walking through Knockturn Alley because apparently you get banned if you have a 100% Dark thingy. Borgin and Burke's included, of course, since they did have a normal man as the owner.
They walked into 'The Thornton's, since 879 BCE'. It was a wand shop by the vampires because vampires were the original creators of the wands. They have the original recipe so nobody can steal them, so wizards have grudgingly let vampires have wands too.
Wulfric and Harry entered the shop and the female vampire smiled. She looked to be in her late 20's and it showed. She had a delicate figure and was only about an inch shorter than Wulfric. She also had a huge and round backside as well as a nice pair of watermelons glued permanently to the chest.
She had an aristocratic look and silky black hair tied back in a bun. Her dark brown eyes were mischievous and her plump lips were in a smile. She looked heavenly.
She blew a strand of hair from her face and showed her two pointy teeth happily. She said in a sultry tone, "Hello, my dears, what can I do for you?"
Wulfric said gruffly, "We need a couple of wands for my friend, Philotes. He has outgrown his first wand."
Harry stood there calmly while Philotes' eyes widened in shock. Outgrowing your first wand means that the wizard has lost its loyalty in a duel or the wizard has experienced a really emotional dilemma that he changed too much.
Philotes calmed herself down and brought up her own wand, they did invent the wands. She muttered something in some kind of mixture of Russian and Greek languages, and something within Harry clicked.
She went inside her shop without a word and brought out a syringe, she said, "Give me a drop of blood from your right wrist and your left wrist. After that, I will collect some blood from your right arm."
Harry nodded slowly.
As the blood was taken from his right palm, time seemed to stop and Harry felt in harmony with himself. It was beautiful, a mixture of realistic positivity that made Harry forget the world.
". . . And done!" Philotes took the mixture of blood and went back inside, leaving a confused Harry with Wulfric.
Wulfric explained, "Blood has many magical properties, Harry, and that is why Magic with Blood results in interesting results. This result is usually based on the emotions of the person on whom this magic is cast and the caster's feelings.
"For example, the blood wards on your mother's sister is based on your blood relationship with your mother and her blood relationship with your mother. It was cast with the intentions for you to be hated by your ultimate hater, Albus Dumbledore. But the natural love of the human heart and your aunt's love for you turned it into a ward that needed your survival and parts of your magic for all to survive. This resulted in your aunt's family and you being on neutral terms.
"Now, blood wards last forever until they are broken or their caster dies, when they begin to dissolve and produce ambient magic. But your ward does not have any intent left, to say the least, and magic without intent is non-existent. Therefore, that protection will crumble when you are seventeen when your magical core s mature enough to reproduce.
"Until then, wherever you or your aunt is, you both will not be found by the persons that have their magic tempered by Tom Riddle. Unless some direct interference is run by the caster of the ward, you could have never met any Death Eater or Voldemort in a radius below 1 meter."
Harry theorised, "So, Blood Magic is regulated by the Ministry to know how many people with Dark intentions are there?"
Wulfric nodded proudly and answered, "Exactly. Now, Vampires were the descendants of the Curse of Ambrogio. Though, because of that, they gained a primitive understanding of Blood. Their basic food was Blood until they found other sources of Iron-rich foods. After that, they begun experimenting on Blood and eventually needed a focus for their magic to experiment more.
"At that time, Wizards had just begun to use staffs and rings as focii and were still prejudiced against vampires, like muggles were against wizards. So, the Vampires created a wand.
"The first wand given to humans resulted in 'The Story of the Three Brothers' in which the first brother was given the wand, the second brother attempted to do dark necromancy with his item and fell prey to the Vampirism. The third brother was given a Dementor's Cloak which had Blood protections for him."
Harry nodded, Wulfric usually went from this to that and that to this very quickly. It resulted in Harry getting a meshed up version of local history.
The female Vampire, Philotes came back outside with two pieces of wood. She explained, "Two wands are needed for warriors, Mr Potter. Your first wand is Pine and Bat Wing, Thirteen inches. Your second wand is Willow and Lion Eyestring, Twelve inches."
Harry said politely as he took the two wands, "Thank you."
Philotes pushed her chest forward as she looked proudly at her creations. She asked in her nice and soft voice, "Would you like holsters as well?"
Before Harry could deny it, Wulfric leapt forward and answered quickly, "We need two. Would you explain the types?"
Philotes looked calculating for a moment before shaking her head lightly and responding, "There are Troll, Horse, Cow, Kangaroo, Centaur, Dragon, Hippogriff, Griffin, Sphinx and Demiguise leathers from which we make holsters for wands, and, sometimes when they are ordered, weapons."
Wulfric nodded thoughtfully and said, "What do you recommend?"
The female vampire answered blankly, "Hippogriff. Not too expensive, magical and good quality leather."
Harry suddenly asked, "Why not Dragon or Troll, they are magically resistant?"
Philotes shook her head and answered, "Troll leather is the heaviest leather known to wizards, except Basilisk skin, which has no use except shielding a room. Dragon leather, ideally, is the best option but it is not exactly subtle, it is too flashy. If you want the holster to last a long time, you can use Demiguise, Kangaroo, Griffin and Sphinx leathers."
Wulfric thought aloud, "Which is the cheapest?"
Philotes answered, "Demiguise holster is the most expensive with 257 Galleons and 7 Sickles with Griffin holster being 149 Galleons, 3 Sickles and 2 Knuts. Sphinx holster is 211 Galleons and 7 Knuts, and Kangaroo holster is 103 Galleons and 11 Sickles."
Harry whistled, "That is expensive." Normally everything in the wizarding world was, at most, 50 Galleons. This is some high-quality stuff.
Philotes shrugged and answered, "Sorry, fixed-rate since the '80s."
Wulfric sighed and said, "We will take a Kangaroo holster, a Sphinx holster and a Demiguise holster."
Harry looked at Wulfric with a questioning expression, to which Wulfric answered, "We need you to have a lowkey illegal wand, we need some invisible, magical resistant holsters to keep it undercover. That is the Demiguise holster.
"Sphinx holster for your second wand that will be by your leg. Paranoia will keep you alive and some resourcefulness is nice and good. Your Holly wand will be in the last holster. The visible and known target for all."
Harry nodded, at least, he does not have the Trace anymore.
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Harry stabbed the practice dummy with his wand in the neck and threw it over to the second dummy. Of course, he could not stay in Wulfric Bienne's shop for the rest of the summer, and Wulfric had to have a house.
There was an apartment on top of the shop when Wulfric worked late into the night but Wulfric lived in a warded cottage just between Oxford and Shotover Hill. It could accommodate, at least, four people comfortably.
So, naturally, Sirius barked his way into the cottage with Remus as his chaperone. Harry had to find a way to get Sirius to stop licking his face every single morning at six.
When Harry had asked about Kreacher, Sirius had scowled and huffed, while Remus had explained that the old elf would be cleaning out 12, Grimmauld Place, for another option to live.
Harry would have suggested Dobby if not for the fact that he could not. Literally.
Peeves had told Harry that taking out the black pus from Harry's swollen scar had made Dobby ill. Peeves had transported his friend to the International Elf Government to keep it lowkey and because it was not any of the known ailments that an elf could get infected by. Dobby is now happily in Iceland.
Harry could not have been happier for Dobby.
Harry cast a summoning spell on his thrown dummy and banished it to Sirius on the other side of the room. Sirius liked surprising Harry by duelling him, sometimes. Harry's paranoia grew to a whole another level after that.
Harry fired a stunning spell at Sirius with the dummy and blasted away the other two dummies. He froze Sirius with the ice as he saw that Sirius had overcome the weak stunner and saw that no other dummies were left.
So, he would have to duel Sirius now.
Sirius was not a Black for nothing, even if he loved Dumbledore before the war and still held distaste for the more gruesome and lethal spells. Sirius was an accomplished duellist, even having fought Voldemort one time with Harry's father, together. Sirius was unpredictable as well.
The bad things were for Sirius was that he was, magically, on the weaker side, with the inbreeding of the Black Family, like his mother and father being second cousins. Sirius was also reckless and was a bit mentally unstable. Sirius was also physically weaker than his prime form with him having been in close contact with weakening soul-suckers for 12 years.
Sirius was a master of mind arts though, with him being a Black, who were famous for that shit. Sirius, therefore, knew a lot about silent and wandless casting. He also knew many different spells. Sirius, even with all his negativities, was a more advanced duellist than most of Voldemort's Circle, excluding Bellatrix, his cousin.
Sirius threw a wandless tickling charm and a pink beam of light from his wand silently as he moved quickly out of the way of Harry's spells. He had a slight smirk on his face.
Harry was an amateur in fighting and duelling, even with all the 'adventures' in his Hogwarts career and, now, his advanced training in Albine Cottage, Wulfric's home.
Even if he was more powerful than Sirius in terms of raw magical power and physically fitter, at the moment, at the age of 13, almost 14, Harry was inexperienced. Harry is also shorter and more predictable, at the moment.
Harry is an easy target for the cunning prankster with the large spell collection, Sirius Black. Only if Sirius was surprised with three spells at the same time, Harry will be able to land a spell on him.
Sirius was a quick and cunning dog in front of Harry, the young and more inexperienced person.
Therefore, predictably, Harry lasted about five minutes before being defeated by his godfather. Sirius might be childish and brash, but he was a prankster and a warrior mixed together.
Harry just have to get better.
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August 1st 1994
Harry was 14 since the previous day.
Today, Sirius could legally adopt Harry by blood, with only Harry's permission. With this, Harry had more of a chance to defend himself from politics and got many new spells. It would be nice to have an older brother though.
Yes, older brother. Sirius had explained to Harry that since he did not need a parental figure, nobody wanted to replace James or Lily Potter from their position. Nor did Harry had an actual need for one since he was more mature than Sirius and had no childhood since he was 5, due to the neglect of Dursleys.
Sirius chanted in his runic circle while Harry stood with his eyes closed in a marked circle. Runes of Urus, Wunjo, Eywas, Algiz, Berkana, Ingwaz and Othala were the most visible runes, being marked by blood on both of their bodies by each other's drops of blood.
Several Egyptian, Celtic and Greek Runes were drawn as well on the circles and some on their bodies. A small Egyptian Ankh was burnt on the left side of their chest as a symbol of life.
'Toujours Pur' and 'Novissima Autem Inimica Destruetur Mors' were written on the walls as the Black Family Motto and the Potter Family Motto.
And so it began.
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The only difference anyone noticed was the fact that Harry now had high cheekbones and his hair was wavier and longer. Apparently, he also needed a female for it to change his looks dramatically and drastically.
Sirius had secretly suggested Remus to Harry but Harry explained that Remus was as much of a creature as he was a human. Not that Harry was prejudiced against werewolves.
Sirius was let down, of course, but Harry wasn't called stubborn for nothing.
Of course, Sirius forgot everything about Remus and being sad when Harry's birthday presents from his friends arrived with Hedwig, a Hogwarts Owl, Pig (Sirius thought that Ron should have a new owl because he got 'Scabbers' away) and Errol.
Hermione had sent a book on the Ministry of Magic (A History of the Ministry of Magic by Bloise Alantes), apparently thinking that Harry was still worried about Sirius being free and that Buckbeak should obviously live freely with Hagrid (Not that he wasn't, but Harry knew that the Ministry is too corrupt). Hedwig was pleased that she got something special from her owner's friends though, so Harry gave her a couple of strips of bacon.
Ron had sent a letter that told about Pig, or Pigwideon as was his full name, and how it was great that the World Cup for Quidditch is coming. Ron also invited Harry to be there.
Ron sent a mokeskin pouch. That one was brilliantly useful, Harry thought.
Ron knew that Harry would have trouble with storage with his previous encounter in Privet Drive and had usefully thought out to send a cheap mokeskin pouch. His sneakosope was dead useful last year, even if they didn't know that, and Harry was totally keeping it.
Ron was more practical than Hermione too though because he knew more about the needs of the people, living with eight other people growing up.
The Hogwarts Owl had brought a package of Hagrid's Rock Cakes and a Letter for Harry's Fourth Year.
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HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock of Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of the Internation Confederation of Wizards)
Dear Mister Potter,
Welcome to your fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment in the second letter.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl to reply to us within the week.
Yours Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
(Deputy Headmistress)
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Harry gave the rock cakes to Sirius as his godson cannot quite digest these not so edible substances, and Harry gave Hermione's gift to Remus because Harry would not be reading a book approved by the Ministry on the Ministry until it is checked for bullshit by the local bullshit detector.
Then, Harry went inside his own room with his mokeskin pouch. He would be keeping it with himself and pack some important items in them.
Harry stopped in front of a full-body mirror in his room that Sirius begged and paid to have in Harry's room.
Harry stood at an unsurprisingly tall height. It should have happened after all the exercises he went through. If he had to guess, Harry was 5'6, just an inch taller than he was at the beginning of the month.
Harry had also gained a lot of muscle mass over the summer and looked athletic and lithe. It was a definite improvement from the incurably skinny part he played for years until Hogwarts.
If Oliver Wood looked after your health, you begin to gain muscles at thirteen, even if you are starved and neglected.
Harry stared at his almond-shaped vibrant emerald green eyes in the mirror. They looked to be shining gold and silver in the light with power. They looked . . . . changed from the beginning of the summer where they were so dull that they looked black.
Harry shook his head and noticed his hair. He had gone bald at the beginning of the summer, there were reasons behind it of course. The reasons were that Alfacalcidol is more efficiently dissolved into the skin that way and any unhealthy uneven hair gets removed, making the new crop of hair better.
Of course, his hair was short at the moment, as a result. Almost looked like a military cut to Harry. Though they still looked as messy as ever, even if they were now wavy.
Harry shook himself away and went back to his trunk. He had some organising to do.
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11th August 1994
Harry had written back to Ron that he will arrive for the Quidditch World Cup. He also told Ron that he will be arriving at the Burrow by the Knight Bus, no need for his parents to be disturbed.
Ron had written back with a happy okay.
Now, today, Harry would be going to meet his friends after the 'transformation'. It would not be boring, to say the least.
As Harry waved his Holly and Fawkes' Feather Wand, a triple-decker purple bus arrived, zooming through the narrow streets and almost flying to the moon in joy.
It was a cheery thing, one that Harry had noticed that night before his third year. It was chaotic and it was ugly, but it was fascinating in its own way. It was magical.
Stan Shunpike took a step on the road as the bus came to a halt, he was looking a bit better than the previous time Harry had seen him. Stan was wearing a purple shirt with a 'Knight Bus' sign on it, it looked to be new. Stan was also wearing a pair of formal pants, that looked to be a bit worn.
Stan's acne had started to disappear, it seemed, his face seemed quite empty, save for the facial hair. Stan's long dark brown hair dropped off his head to the back of his head where they were tied into a ponytail. Stan had also seemed to gain some weight over the year. Stan also looked to be older, around twenty.
Harry had never thought to see Stan Shunpike like this, it was weird to see that the Knight Bus business was settling to make quite a bit of money now, which was probably the reason Stan seemed so healthy.
Stan looked at Harry and brightened. The conductor and helper of the Knight Bus said cheerfully, "Harry Potter! It is nice to see ya 'gain!"
And, of course, Harry was still responsible, even though he was not a duplicate copy of his father now. Harry looked quite a bit like his mother's father now, according to Sirius, and also looked quite resembling his father's mother, Dorea Potter.
But Harry still remained the same. Thin, black hair and green eyes, all in the package with the lightning bolt scar, even though it has faded a lot over the summer.
Harry smiled at Stan charmingly, even though he didn't want to, and said, "I would be going to the Burrow today, Stan, at St. Ottery Catchpole in Devon. Near Otterton."
Stan asked, "Want hot chocolate or water?"
Harry said, "Eleven sickles" as he dropped the amount in Stan's waiting hand. Harry was neither cold nor wanted to fill his stomach with water before Molly Weasley could see him. Harry already had a toothbrush as well.
Stan shrugged and went inside the Bus, saying happily, "Suit yerself, Harry."
And Harry did. It was a lot more shaking and devastating in the chairs that were in the Knight Bus during the day. Everything moving and the nauseous sights outside. Luckily, Harry was a Quidditch Player and had a lot of experience with dizziness and nausea.
Harry dropped on top of a small hill, just a small distance away from the Weasley residence. Harry's legs were shaking and bile threatened to escape his mouth. He smiled thankfully at Stan and let out a loud relieved sigh when the Knight Bus disappeared from the view.
Knight Bus was efficient, yes, but it wasn't safe at all.
Harry walked his distance at a comfortably slow pace to the Burrow, no reason to be fast when you have just got out of that dangerous transport.
Harry would have apparated but Wulfric had told him that he could not do so, yet.
A person's magical core goes through magical maturity every five years. At five, when a child starts doing accidental magic. At ten, when it is monitored if the wizard or witch can go to Hogwarts. At fifteen, when the person goes through the hardest year of education. And at twenty, when most scholars try for Masteries. After that, the Magic within stabilises.
In a person, magic develops and grows through these years. It will adjust and try to shape the type of magic it can do. That is why James Potter, whose grandfather was a known potions master, was fairly good at Potions during his first five years and his performance in them deteriorated after that.
This is also the reason that Sirius, who was the worst in Arthimancy, began to get some skill in it.
A magical core learns as it grows but can only learn a specific skill when it reaches a certain level. The Marauders became Animagi at fifteen because of that and only people over fifteen know how to apparate, just for that reason.
Harry reached the pond beside the Burrow and smiled at it. Fred, George and Ron had taught him swimming last summer, right here, because they couldn't fly on brooms before they were eight, due to their parents.
Harry walked to the front gate and was about to knock on the door when someone jumped on his back. Harry saw a large red blur and then saw Ginny Weasley hugging the shit out of him.
Ginny turned beet red as she saw who she saw hugging and then a flash of white occurred. Harry and Ginny turned to see Ron smirking at them with a large camera in his hand.
Ginny said loudly, "You were not the only one who missed him, Ronald!"
Ron retorted, "You haven't even spoken more than fifty sentences to him in your entire life. Nor have you sent him a single letter!"
Ginny said, "Nor have you sent him a letter this summer!"
Harry looked at Ron curiously, who didn't notice Harry and told Ginny, "Harry told me to not send him a letter this summer. His aunt and uncle hate it."
Ron then turned to Harry and told the raven-haired boy, "Ginny's been going on about how she has come over her crush for you this summer and is gonna make you her friend."
Harry looked at Ginny, who was still a deep red, and said questioningly, "Weren't we already friends because of Ron?"
Ron shrugged and walked over to Harry and gave him a pat on the back. He was still about three inches taller than Harry and was still growing out his hair until they reach his shoulders.
Ron asked warmly, "How's life going, mate?"
Harry smiled at his best mate and replied happily, "Wonderful. I got Moony and Padfoot to get me to live with 'em. I learnt loads and got treated better there than the last fourteen years at the Dursleys."
Ron smiled happily at his friend. Even if he still thought that Harry's recent distrust of Dumbledore was not good, he thought the fact that Harry had a good summer was nice.
Ron, to Harry, was an immature and extremely jealous person, but Ron was exceedingly loyal and helpful. After all, Ron had chosen to sacrifice himself on Harry's word alone. He may be prejudiced but he was the personification of a Hufflepuff and Gryffindor mixed together.
Ron was a genius in strategy as well or else anybody could have beaten him in chess. Ron was also very much set in his beliefs and would take a shitload of evidence to not believe what he thought was right, but Ron was insecure about himself. He thinks of himself as a burden of sorts sometimes and food is a sort of output for all his nervousness.
Ron also had a really sharp mind or else he would have failed in his first year even. Ron is just that lazy genius who dumbs himself down too much.
Ron took Harry inside the Burrow, Ginny following behind them shortly.
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"Harry!" Mrs Weasley engulfed Harry in a hug, with Harry slowly hugging back.
Molly Weasley was a force of nature who lets her emotions take over her mind. Ron was, by far, the most like her even if his physical body is the most similar to Arthur Weasley. Molly had ambitions to be a Healer, Harry knew, but after her twin brothers died, her hopes died with them.
Fred and George's namesakes were her joy and that is why she is somewhat distanced from her twin sons. She is just reminded of Fabian and Gideon Prewitt.
Molly smiled to look up at Harry, him being taller by four inches than her, and said warmly, "Welcome, Harry. I see that your summer has gone very well."
She took a couple of steps back and practically analysed Ron and Ginny with her eyes in a second, before checking Harry.
Harry smiled carelessly and answered the motherly woman, "Of course, Mrs Weasley, I have been with some friends this summer."
She asked curiously, "Who are they, my boy?"
Harry responded, "The Marauders and the Old Dog."
She kept looking expectantly but Harry just replied to the unasked question, "I cannot tell you their names, they told me that it is better they kept themselves down."
Molly nodded but still looked on with suspicious glances.
Harry shrugged as went to his friends.
(Author's Note: Harry's summer before going to the Weasley's was meant to be vague with only the wand scene important.
And yes, the Vampires are neutral here. They have no reason to fight against prejudiced humans for prejudiced bigoted mean incested idiots.
And yes, there is no Master Of Death here.
Antonich Peverell was the first wand wielder of the wizard category.
With his Dark Necromantic Resurrection Stone, which was created as a means to make a way for him to immortal, Cadmus Peverell became a Vampire. He killed himself for his love, who died before her age because she was not immortal like the vampires. He was Dark but not Evil.
Ignotus Peverell received the Invisibility Cloak with the Blood protections.
Death was supposed to be a kind Vampire who gave his own products like Prometheus gave fire to the humans. That Vampire was killed as well, like Prometheus was tied to a rock by Zeus, for eternity.
As for Harry's Wand, it has symbolism. The Pine, the Willow, the Bat, the Lion and Thirteen, all represent some kind of quality. Thirteen is just a special magical number though.
Twelve is just a perfect length. Ollivander makes wands that are short and have more control but less power, he also sells wands that are long and have more power but less control. Twelve is a sort of middle ground.
I don't know the Potter Family motto, I just put 'The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death' in Latin there.