Hey guys, here I am with the second chapter, unfortunately after this the updates will be a lot slower since the next chapter will be throwing the original script away. Anyways…

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Chapter 2

February 20th, 1987; Surrey, England

"BOY!"

Harry sighed at the sound of the familiar bellow as he left his cupboard towards the living room where his uncle waited.

At 6 years and 6 months old, Harry Potter had black hair, emerald eyes and was slightly smaller than someone his age should be. He was also much smarter than most children his age usually were. Most of it was due to the fact that he had an eidetic memory which helped the fact that he read a lot. However, there were times he wished he didn't have such a perfect memory. Then, he wouldn't remember how it was to be treated with love by his parents. That is, until his brother was named the Boy-Who-Lived and they spent more time with him for some reason. He still remembered the three months before he woke up in this... hell. His mother had been coddling his brother and forgot about him more often than not. His father was barely around and when he was, he worried over his mother. Memories like that were what made him wish that he didn't have eidetic memory.

It had been five years and one month since he was abandoned by his parents and Harry had grown up a smart and quiet boy that had eyes older than his years. Harry couldn't help but be resentful of his twin despite logically knowing it wasn't his fault. His parents had only chosen Nathan over him because they thought he was the Boy-Who-Lived. However, Harry knew better. He remembered the dark man's face, the dark words, and the green jet of light that hit him and caused a burning both from without and from within him before the green curse was rebounded back at him. However, Harry never said anything. He knew they would never believe him. He was sure that if he had stayed he would have eventually been forgotten completely. At least with the Dursleys he didn't have to deal with the false hope of receiving love that would be never given.

With a sigh of resignation, Harry entered the living room to find his Uncle standing with his hands on his hips and glaring at the boy. Uncle Vernon was a big, beefy man with a large purple face. He has thick, dark hair, and a bushy black mustache, with hardly any neck and small, blue mean eyes. For as long as Harry remembered, those eyes always looked at him with hate and disgust and he knew that wasn't going to change any time soon, if ever.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon?" said Harry quietly. While quite stupid, his uncle was smart enough to detect any disrespect in his voice so Harry kept his hatred of him carefully hidden. His uncle had always been physical in his hatred of him and Harry still had scars from some of his more enthusiastic attempts of 'beating the freakishness out of him'. It didn't help that Harry was so obviously smarter than his son, something he claimed was due to Harry's freakishness since his son was such 'a perfect human being.' Note how the last statement was said with heavy sarcasm.

Vernon frowned deeply at the sight of him which was a change from his usual smack across the face. "We are all going to New York on a business trip for Grunnings. We want to see if we can secure a contract with a Dr. Stephen Strange who lives there. He's a retired doctor but my boss is sure he'll be back in the business soon. The company is expanding to medical drills and with Dr. Strange buying from us, we stand to make big money." Vernon then glared at Harry as if he wished he would disappear. "Unfortunately, we can't leave you here since it will take about a month and we don't trust you alone for so long so you will be coming with us." Here, Vernon scowled and glared at him. "You better be on your best behavior or else."

Harry nodded his understanding. His uncle always blamed Harry for everything that went wrong in his life and took it out on him physically at least once a day. In response, Harry had secretly been practicing his magic so he could one day defend himself. While strong, he wasn't sure he had enough power to keep them in line indefinitely which is why he hadn't tried yet. That and despite hating them he didn't want to hurt them permanently. Maybe humiliate and temporarily harm them but nothing permanent. He hated them but hurting them the way they hurt him would only make him sink to their level, something he refused to do no matter what. Funny thing was that whenever he practiced his magic he could see bird shaped lights around him, chirping.

From his position on the couch, Dudley snickered at Harry's misfortune. Dudley was a 5 year old boy like Harry that was slowly growing to be fatter than he was tall. He had blond hair like his mother and blue eyes like his father and threatened to be just like him in terms of personality. Dudley had always liked the fact that Harry was picked on by his relatives and was growing to be as big a bully as his father. Harry feared the day Dudley would join in on his monthly beatings because he doubted he would survive it for long.

Sitting beside him was his Aunt Petunia. Petunia was as thin as Vernon was large and had blonde hair and seemed to be trying to make up for Vernon's lack of neck by having twice as much as normal. Harry often internally called them the hippo and the giraffe with a baby gorilla. Petunia was looking at Harry with undisguised loathing and he knew she would be degrading him the entire time they were in New York. While Vernon abused him physically, Petunia attacked him emotionally and mentally. Harry could grudgingly thank them for his strong will. If he hadn't had such a strong will, he would have become a broken and beaten child a long time ago. He would need that will to survive them outside of this house for a month.

With that in mind, Harry turned around and went to his cupboard to pack up his few belongings for the trip.

March 13th, 1987; New York City, New York

After weeks of waiting for an appointment, the Dursleys finally got an acceptance from Dr. Strange to meet. Harry was left in the hotel room while the three Dursleys went to talk to Dr. Strange at the appointed restaurant. The appointment was for an expensive restaurant and they had dressed in their best clothing. However, even their best clothing couldn't hide the greed in their eyes, something which anyone with any sense could see.

They were quickly led toward the table that was reserved for the meeting and saw the doctor in person. He was dressed in a fashionable long-sleeved white shirt with black pants that he looked uncomfortable in. He had black hair with silver streaks in the side as well as grey eyes that seemed to see right through you. Those eyes made them uncomfortable but they put on their best fake faces and greeted him.

Vernon stepped forward and shook Strange's hand firmly "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Strange. I am Vernon Dursley and this is my wife, Petunia, and son, Dudley. I'm glad you could make time for us."

Dr. Strange smiled thinly at the presumptuous man. "Well, after twenty messages through various people how could I say no?"

Vernon just smiled and sat, completely missing the admonishment in his tone. Or if he did hear it, he completely ignored it as inconsequential.

Dr. Strange cocked an eyebrow at his rudeness but sat down with dignity. "So, do you wish to eat first or talk business?"

Dudley was looking around greedily at all the foods around him and Vernon chuckled good-naturedly at his son. "I think we should eat first, don't you think?"

Strange nodded in acceptance and they ordered.

Thirty minutes and an obscene amount of food later, they were sitting down talking business. Dr. Strange shook his head for the third time. "I'm sorry but you must understand, I am no longer a neurosurgeon. While I am still a licensed doctor and neurosurgeon I am now following... other pursuits."

Vernon was unrelenting. "But surely you need drills for whatever it is you are doing. What is it that you're doing now anyway? Research, perhaps?"

Strange was slowly losing patience with the rude and insistent man. He had been polite for the entire time yet this man offended his sensibilities at every turn. "I am studying the occult and the effects it has on the brain."

Vernon slowly turned red, Petunia went white while Dudley just continued to eat his chocolate sundae, oblivious to his parents' reaction. Vernon was the first to speak in angry, accusing tone. "Magic? Freakish stuff like that? Why would a respectable man like you study abnormal stuff like that?"

Strange's eyebrow twitched at the unintended insult to his profession. "Because there is a relation between this so-called magic and certain healing rituals. I simply wish to find the reasons why."

Petunia quickly regained her natural color and looked angry. "That sort of stuff is against God's will and any who practice it should burn."

Strange's eyes hardened. "I'm sorry if you feel that way. Now I'm sorry but I can't accept your offer. I have no need for drills at this time. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

Vernon turned purple in anger but managed to force a fake smile. "As you wish but if you change your mind, be sure to contact Grunnings."

Strange just nodded as they left, leaving him with the bill. He sighed and muttered under his breath. "Some people have no understanding of respecting another's way of life. I pity that poor child and any other raised by them." Stephen frowned since he had been sure the one who told him of them had said they had two boys with them. It was strange that they would leave a child alone and the way they acted didn't bode well for what that may mean. Shaking those thoughts from his mind, Stephen turned his mind to pursuing his latest magical quarry who had been hitting jewelry stores across the Eastern seaboard.

The next day, the Dursleys were packing their bags for their last minute flight back to Surrey. Petunia was just finishing up her bag when she sighed. "I forgot to wake the freak up to make his bag. I'll do it now."

However, Vernon quickly grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving as an idea came to his mind. His failure with Dr. Strange had made him especially angry and just crazy enough to do something he always wanted to despite the freaks' warnings not to. "No. This is our chance to get rid of him for good. It's because of his kind that I lost that deal with Dr. Strange and I refuse to let him live under my roof any longer!"

Petunia pursed her lips and closed the door. She hated the boy as well but also feared the reprisal she might receive for doing this before now. However, she had never seen another freak since the boy was left on their doorstep and now started to wonder whether they would do anything at all. They had, after all, beat the freak often and yet nothing had happened. Perhaps they could be rid of him for good and they wouldn't even have to kill him themselves. He would probably die of starvation and they would be free and clear. "You're right. We're far from my whore of a sister and there's nothing they can do about it. Let's go before he wakes up."

With that decided, the Dursleys quickly packed up in silence and left the hotel, leaving Harry behind.

Harry looked around in panic as he walked the streets of New York trying to find his relatives. He had awoken that morning in their hotel room to find that his relatives had already left to the airport. If it was on purpose or an accident, Harry didn't know but he wagered on the former. They had always wanted to be rid of him and this was the perfect chance. While he hated his relatives and wanted more to be free of them, he was smart enough to know he wouldn't survive long without them. He couldn't work, had no skills beyond his magic and worse still was the fact that he was in unfamiliar territory. He didn't even know if there was a magical world in America.

Harry was currently walking down Main street with his small bag of clothes trying to see where the airport was. He hoped that if he explained his situation they would help him or at the very least give somewhere to stay for a few nights. He had heard horror stories about orphanages and had no wish to end up in one. The Dursleys were at the very least familiar and he knew how to live with them. Orphanages were outside of his experience and one he had no wish to have.

Harry was starting to panic as the thought of going to an orphanage started to seem more and more likely when the jewelry store across the street exploded. Harry threw himself on the floor as people began screaming as they tried to escape the immediate area. Harry, rather than run in an unfamiliar place and get even more lost, ducked into the toy store across from the destroyed store and cautiously looking out the window to see what was happening.

Harry watched as a strange man dressed in Arabian clothing flying on what looked like a big carpet hurled bolts of red energy bolts down on the people running away while giant... things made of rock attacked any unlucky person close enough to hit. Harry was horrified as he saw a girl about 15 get hit by one of those bolts and go down with a scream of pain. No one stopped to help her and Harry was about to go and help when a man that looked like her older brother came back and picked her up before and running away with her on his back. The Arabian man turned his back from tormenting the people before he made a hand gesture and hundreds of necklaces and jewels flew out of the destroyed store and into a bag at his side.

"Fear me, mortals!" yelled the obviously insane man as soon as he finished gathering the jewels. "For I am the Arabian Mystic! The most powerful sorcerer in the entire world!"

Harry's breath caught as he said he was a sorcerer. Sorcerer was the same thing as wizard, wasn't it? Did that mean he was like his parents? Like him?

Due to his eidetic memory, Harry remembered many of the things his parents had done with their wands when he was living with them. While he knew that one supposedly needed a wand to use magic, Harry had tried, and succeeded, to replicate the effects with his hands while he lived with the Dursleys. While out of sight of his relatives, he had learned how to make things float and when pressed could fire bolts of energy out of his hands that stung a person if they hit (as his cousin Dudley could attest). However, he could never seem to replicate the bigger things such as making things explode or turning them into something else. He guessed one needed practice to do stuff like that. The most he could manage was turn a splinter into a needle and that only after a lot of concentration. For a 6 year old untrained wizard, that was quite a feat, even if he didn't know that.

Back in the present, the Arabian man was just finishing gathering the jewels when he was hit by a strong bolt of white energy on his back. He cried out in pain and turned to his attacker.

The newcomer was a man dressed in black pants and boots, a blue tunic, a yellow sash and a red cape with gold trim. The man was caucasian with a dark hair and mustache that went down to create a thin beard on his chin. He had silver streaks on either side of his head that made him look dignified. He was hovering a few feet above the thief and looking down at him with a disdainful look.

The self-named Arabian Mystic glared at the newcomer. "Who are you?! Who dares to challenge me?!"

However, Harry had already recognized the man. After all, his relatives had come (and seemingly failed) to attempt to make a contract with him in the name of Grunnings. Harry had been with them several times when they tried to corner him at his residence (leaving him in the taxi to wait) and attempt to gain a meeting. Normal people would have secured the meeting before flying to New York but then again, his uncle was not normal no matter what he said.

"I am Dr. Strange and I am here to stop you," said Dr. Strange simply. "I have been tracking you for a while and this time, you will not escape justice." With that, he attacked.

The fight was mostly one-sided. While the Mystic had his golems and was pretty strong himself, Dr. Strange seemed to be on an entirely different level and tore through the golems and the Mystic's defenses with ease. Dr. Strange was just about to bind the Mystic when Harry saw it.

Floating a few feet behind Dr. Strange was a small group of rocks that were slowly combining into a new shape. It took a moment for Harry to realize what shape it was taking.

It was taking the shape of a dagger.

Thinking that the man was in danger, Harry reacted instinctively as ran out of the store, not realizing the glowing birdlike lights around him. "NO!" Once again the white bird lights came alive around him with a radiance he never saw before and from Harry's hand flew a purplish bolt of magic stronger than any he had sent before. It quickly crossed the distance and destroyed the stone dagger just before it could impale Dr. Strange from behind.

Dr. Strange had turned at Harry's yell only for his eyes to widen when he realized what Harry had done and what was chirping around him. While his constant defenses would have protected him, it could have been enough to distract him and let the Mystic escape. Still, it was an incredibly brave, not to mention foolish, thing the boy did. Dr. Strange quickly bound the Mystic and banished the pieces of the golems before turning back to the boy.

Dr. Strange was surprised when he saw the age of the boy. He couldn't be more than 6, yet he had enough inherent magical power to stop a stone dagger. Quite incredible considering his obvious lack of training.

That brought Stephen up short. That mystic bolt of power had been quite strong to destroy the stone dagger and children his age shouldn't be able to use true magic to that level. However, here was a boy capable of doing just that standing in front of him. It intrigued him greatly and he recalled something his master had once said to him.

'One day, you shall meet a boy with more power than sense and in need of a mentor to guide him. When you do, you will know you have found your apprentice.'

With that in mind, Strange secured the Mystic once more and opened a portal before sending most of the remains of the golems and the Mystic. Dr. Strange turned to the boy to see that he had passed out unconscious due to the strain of using that much power and Strange frowned in concern. There was a reason children aren't taught magic much less true magic at such a young age. The magical forces flowing through such a small frame are usually too much for the child and either kills them or drives them insane. Even the lights around the boy seemed concerned before they vanished.

Stephen floated over and gently picked up the boy before creating another portal, this one to his home, and walking through it with the boy in tow.

March 15th, 1987; Sanctum Sanctorum

Harry groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He felt as if he had carry a car's weight with his bare hands for over an hour before being crushed by it. In layman's terms, he felt like shit.

Harry reached for his glasses and stiffened when someone put them in his hands.

His first thought was that it was his relatives but quickly dismissed it when he didn't receive his customary smack for being a lazy good-for-nothing. Plus, they would have never given his glassed to him. At least without stepping on them first. Still, he was suspicious. He had heard a lot of stories of people who gathered children for stuff like selling drugs or even raising them as prostitutes. He hoped the person wasn't one of those.

The last thing he remembered was saving Dr. Strange and hoped the man had taken him to his house. Deciding that only by confronting it would he find out the truth, Harry put on his glasses and turned to the presence he sensed.

The man before him was obviously Oriental in origin wearing Chinese robes and holding himself with grace. He had brown eyes and looked to be around 5'8". Harry didn't know his hair color for the simple fact that the man was bald. His face was impassive but held a glint of kindness that told Harry the man was definitely not a child trafficker. The man smiled slightly at Harry's curious face before speaking.

"Good morning, young one. My name is Wong and I am a friend of Dr. Strange. He brought you here after you bravely saved him during his confrontation with that Mystic man. How are you feeling?"

Harry was relieved he was saved by Dr. Strange but still wary. After all, his own relatives treated him like shit so he didn't expect much out of strangers. Harry grimaced as he sat up and answered Wong's question. "Like I exercised too much and every muscle is strained."

Wong smiled slightly and nodded knowingly. "Yes. That would be because you used too much magic. There is a reason children your age are not taught magic after all. The power is too much for your underdeveloped bodies and could kill you if you use too much." Seeing Harry's frightened look, Wong raised a hand to reassure him. "You are fine, young one. There are no lasting effects. Now, what is your name?"

Harry looked momentarily conflicted. While he knew his name, he had refused being called Potter ever since they had abandoned him. It was a childish attempt to get back at them for abandoning him. "Harry. Just Harry."

Wong raised an eyebrow at the lack of surname but just nodded. He already knew his surname since his master had discreetly scanned the boy's mind when he was unconscious. Not deeply but enough to get his name and sense he had no ulterior motives for saving him. "Very well then Harry. When you are ready, Master Strange awaits you in the dining room down the hall for breakfast."

Harry nodded his understanding and Wong left the room. He was slightly relieved at being alone since he no longer had to be on guard and Harry slowly stretched to get the soreness out of his muscles, wincing the entire time. However, his time with his relatives had taught him to ignore the pain and continue to function. Harry tried to think of it in a positive light rather than think of the memories associated with how he got such a high pain tolerance.

Harry slowly left the bed and looked at the clothes that had been laid out for him. It was a simple ensemble of black pants and a blue shirt with fresh socks and new shoes in his size. While suspicious at the seeming hospitality, he had no choice but to put them on. He knew his other clothes weren't really suitable and he didn't wish to offend Dr. Strange by refusing to wear what he offered. If nothing else, insulting such an obviously powerful wizard was tantamount to suicide.

Harry grabbed them and brought them to the bathroom where he took a long, relaxing shower to get the dirt off him and then dressed in them. He didn't know how long his good fortune would last before he was taken back to his relatives so he was going to milk it for all it was worth.

Harry sighed and put on his glasses before walking out of the room. He walked straight down the hall as asked before he reached the door that was obviously the dining room. Harry cautiously knocked and a man's voice responded telling him to come in.

Harry entered and saw Dr. Strange sitting at the head of the table looking at Harry with a smile. There was a large serving of all kinds of breakfast foods on the table before him and Harry's mouth watered. He gestured for Harry to sit beside him and Harry quickly complied. From up close, Harry could see that he looked around 40 years old, yet there was an ageless quality to him that hinted to more than meets the eye. He had grey eyes that looked similar to smoke or mist yet had a piercing quality to them that showed he was not someone to cross.

Strange smiled at him before speaking. "I didn't know what you would like so I told the chef to prepare a little bit of everything. Eat and we'll talk afterwards."

After a small internal debate, Harry quickly began to pile his plate with food. He decided that if Dr. Strange was going to hurt him, he would have done so already.

The Dursleys had never allowed him to eat his fill and Harry was beyond happy to do so now. Strange raised an eyebrow at his actions and a worm of unease entered his mind. The boy was acting as if he was starved. This could explain the thin body for his age as well as the slightly smaller than normal stature. He thought it was just genetic but the fact he had only the clothes on his back when he found him plus that his parents where nowhere nearby hinted to something else. Perhaps he lived on the street but no. While suspicious, he didn't have the hard eyes that children on the street usually had. Something he was sad to say he saw very often.

After both ate their fill, Harry felt much better and stared up at the man with curious yet cautious eyes. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

The unease in Strange's mind grew but he outwardly smiled. "Do I need a reason to help someone in need?"

Harry frowned. "No one has ever cared for me before."

At that, Stephen's fears were confirmed. It seemed as if Harry had come either from the streets or from an abusive home. His suspicions were on the latter since he had clothes when they met. Sure they looked far too large for him but they were in better condition than most people on the street have.

Stephen frowned and gently spoke. "Don't you have relatives to take care of you?"

Harry frowned at his words but decided that if he told the truth, Dr. Strange might be more inclined to help him. Plus, Harry sensed that Dr. Strange would know if he lied. "Yes but they always said that freaks like me don't deserve nice things. At least, that's according to my aunt and uncle."

A crash of glass was heard and Harry jumped slightly and turned to see that the glass in Strange's hand had broken. Strange's face was thunderous and Harry couldn't help but be slightly frightened. Dr. Strange did not look like someone to cross.

The door behind Strange opened and Wong entered, looking around for threats. However, he then noticed the broken glass in his friends hands as well as the anger in his eyes and understood something must have happened to anger him. Wong gently took the glass from his friends hands which seemed to bring him back from wherever his mind went.

"I'm sorry. Must have held it too hard," muttered Strange quietly.

Wong just gave him a look that showed he didn't believe him and picked up every shard before throwing it away and standing beside him again.

Stephen turned back to Harry with an unreadable look before speaking. "Harry... do you know about magic?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. My parents are a wizard and witch from Britain. They... left me with my aunt and uncle almost five years ago because my brother was apparently more important. My aunt and uncle... don't like things that aren't normal."

Stephen frowned heavily and Wong stiffened slightly as he realized what must have happened while he lived with them. Wong was usually a pacifist and hated violence against his fellow men but the thought of grown adults beating a child simply because he was born different was one of the few things that could get him angry. It reminded him too much of the racism he faced here in the U.S.

Stephen mulled things over. While he could report this to the authorities, he knew that at best this only meant Harry would go to an orphanage. At worst, that old meddler Dumbledore would get involved due to it being a British wizarding child and make it disappear. Dr. Strange had a special dislike for the man. Too many things that should have been brought to justice had been swept under the rug thanks to that man's influence. He wouldn't allow this young boy to suffer due to that man's need to control everything.

Decision made, Strange turned to Harry with a determined look. "Well, how would you like to live here with me?"

Harry's eyes widened and he noticed that even Wong seemed surprised. It sounded too good to be true and this made him suspicious. Why would such a powerful and well-off man want to take him in? "Why would you want to take me in? You don't even know me."

Stephen smiled sadly. "I know that you're a good person by the way you risked yourself to try to save me from perceived danger. I know that you are naturally suspicious thanks to what has happened to you but I promise you that as long as you never give me a reason to, I will never hurt you. I will even teach you to harness your magic if you wish."

Harry thought it over. It was a good opportunity and Harry didn't delude himself into thinking that he would get another like it. He had someone willing to teach him and he would be a fool to pass it up. Plus, if he ended up being like the Dursleys, he would at least be taught magic in return.

Harry turned to Dr. Strange curiously. "Is my magic really that strong? I always thought I was weak since I could never do that much stuff despite much practice."

Stephen was slightly surprise at the admission to practicing his magic but shook his head at his words. "Nonsense. You have incredible potential for magic and even if you didn't, I would never let you go back to your relatives knowing what I know now. If you truly wish this, I will take you as my apprentice. Be warned, doing so will have consequences and your old life and name will be gone forever."

Harry thought long and hard about his offer. On one hand, he would lose the only thing that was his. His identity. On the other, his name had never truly helped him and losing it wouldn't be that much of a chore. In fact, he was more than willing to get rid of the Potter name. If his parents tossed him aside then he would toss them aside. In return, he would gain something infinitely more precious to him. A home and a family.

Harry looked up at Dr. Strange with a fire of determination in his eyes. "I'll do it."

Dr. Strange stood up before hesitating for a moment. "I'm sorry but I need to know for sure. What is you last name if you know it?"

Harry looked reluctant but sighed in acceptance. "Potter. My full name is Harry Potter."

Stephen showed no sign of recognition and simply nodded solemnly before leading Harry to a room attached to the dining room. The room looked a bit like a study and had a large empty space in the middle of it. Wong had followed them into the room and stood along a far wall, knowing what was coming.

Dr. Strange stood in the middle of the room and suddenly, white flames erupted around him on the floor. Harry yelped back at the sight but strangely, wasn't burned by them or even felt the heat of the flames. Now that the flames had gone down a little, Harry realized that they formed a pattern along the floor.

From a bird's eyes view, the white flames made a small circle beneath Dr. Strange's feet that was filled in with the white flames. Harry noticed that the flames didn't burn or even damage Dr. Strange's clothing and realized the flames must be magical in nature. The small white circle Dr. Strange was standing in had six equidistant lines coming out of it that went out three feet before combining to create a larger circle with two layers of flames.

Harry realized that this created a sort of pie diagram that had a filled in white circle in the exact center and was divided in six exactly equal parts. Each 'pie slice' or division had a smaller circle within them except these circles were different. For one thing, they weren't white like the circle Dr. Strange was standing in. For another, they invoked strange feelings in Harry whenever he looked at them. When Harry looked at one of the circles directly in front of Dr. Strange, the flames were black with white dots with in them reminding Harry of the night sky as well as making shapes that reminded Harry of clocks and hourglasses. The one to its right had a low white fire on the floor that was barely simmering but had five different colored orbs of fire orbiting each other in a circle above it; in order, one was yellow, one was light blue, one was red, one was a dark blue color, and the last that was also beside the yellow one was a green color that reminded Harry of trees.

Harry eyes was drawn to the two circles behind Dr. Strange. One looked like a half moon from above with one half made up of white flames that reached up almost as high as Dr. Strange himself while the other half was made up of black flames that were barely simmering. The other circle that drew Harry's eye was made up of green flames that made strange shapes and symbols with it. For a second, Harrys wore he saw the shape of his lightning bolt scar within the flames.

Harry was drawn out of his inspection of the flames by Dr. Strange's voice.

"This is what is known as the Master's circle. Each circle represents one of the domains of magic that is mostly common among all magic-users. First is the domain of Space-Time." Dr. Strange pointed at the black flames that had white dots within them and made hourglass shapes, "Second are the elements." He now pointed at the circles with the orbs orbiting above it. "Third is the Mind." He pointed at a circle Harry hadn't studied that to the left of the Space-Time circle and was an orange color but made no shapes or designs within it. "Be warned, the domain of the Mind is dangerous ground to tread due to the dangers it can bring. Fourth is Transmutation, which involves everything that changes one thing into another." Dr. Strange now pointed to another circle that was to the right of the Elements circle and there were figures within the red flames that changed from one figure to another and then to another and then back again. "Second to last is the domain of Runes which as you may imagine involves using runes to invoke magical effects." He pointed to the green flame circle that Harry thought he saw his scar within. "The last but certainly not least is the domain of Light/Dark which involves both Light magic and Dark magic."

Harry looked eagerly at all the circles that symbolized the domains of magic with an eager look in his eyes. Suddenly a line of white flames left the larger circle and formed a smaller circle that was similar to Dr. Strange's with all the domains. The difference was that all the flames were white and barely simmering instead of crackling merrily like Dr. Strange's.

"That is the Apprentice's circle. It symbolizes your progress as well as the connection of Master and Apprentice between us. Once you step into the circle, the magical contract between us is formed and it can never break until I release you from your apprenticeship. Decide now because once you step into the circle, there is no going back."

Harry hesitated for only a second before stepping forward over the low simmering white flames and standing in the center circle just like Dr. Strange. The flames on both circles flared for a second and Harry felt something form that connected him to Dr. Strange. Once it fully formed, the flames went down and stayed simmering for a while before both circle of flames dispersed.

Dr. Strange nodded and spoke. "Now for the second part. This would truly make you my son in both blood and magic. Are you willing to do this?"

Harry just nodded and Dr. Strange once more made the flames rise up. Strange started to chant and the flames suddenly jumped to Harry and started to make runes on his skin. Harry was surprised to feel no pain but he did feel something start to change within him. Suddenly, with a loud crescendo in the chant from Strange, the flames dispersed, leaving Harry feeling as if something fundamentally changed.

Stephen walked toward Harry and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You are now my apprentice. Harry Potter is gone. From today on, you will be known as my son and apprentice, Harrison Strange."

Harry, no Harrison, couldn't help but let a tear fall down from his eyes. If this was a dream, then he wanted to never wake up and for this dream to continue forever. As he looked up to his new father, the birdlike lights appeared around him once again but this time they held a different feeling. Unlike their passive existence till today, now they felt… happy and content.

Stephen frowned at the lights and turned back to his new son. "And I believe that I shall teach you about these lights and learn how exactly you are connected to the Rukh."

Outside of time and space

The lady Death of had to admit, this was turning out to be even better than she expected. The descendant of Ignotus was destined for greatness but those little pests that were called Dursleys would more than likely delay it. But now the child was out of their control and under the one who was most likely to be the next Sorcerer Supreme. The child would be even greater what he would've been before.

His potential for magic would cause changes in magical factions in ways they could not comprehend. The boy was a proof of their theory. Harrison Strange, a first class Singularity.

How interesting!

Hey guys. Hope you have liked this chapter. As you've seen I made some changes to the original version of this story that will affect the future. Like the Rukh and the lady Death. Also for those who didn't realize it, I am using the MCU Wong. Cause I liked that version better than an Asian man servant. Always felt like that sent a very wrong message. So Wong is a kick ass master of mystic arts and a good friend of Dr. Strange here. And Dr. Strange is very mad about Harry's past since in his mind it could've been avoided if anyone around Harry had 'ten cents' worth of compassion'.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed it. Please follow, favorite and REVIEW! See ya all later!