Harry snuck out of the Leaky Cauldron early in the morning to avoid Tom and the rest of the patrons. He went in looking like James Potter and came out looking like Sirius Black; the rumors would be all around the magical community within hours if he was caught. He gathered all his belongings and headed to Gringotts bank, he had an old goblin friend he wanted to see. He met the goblin named Grímúlfsson Gold Spear in his late twenties and they became fast friends, unlike other goblins Grímúlfsson was more understanding than most goblins when it came to Muggles, wizards and witches. He was also vocal about standing against Death-eaters and all dark wizards; he even funded some of the campaigns against Voldemort and future dark lords. Grímúlfsson was known to be a descendant of the noble Gringotts lineage but through the many centuries his ancestors made very bad banking investments along with scheming relatives and friends stealing their family wealth that caused their spiraling down fall in goblin hierarchy. It was Grímúlfsson endeavors who restored their illustrious honor, wealth and legacy for his inheritors.
As Harry stepped through the door of Gringotts and headed to an open window he gave the name Corvus Black. All the goblins and wizards stopped and looked at him, Harry for a minute thought time had literally stopped. One goblin came from around his desk and looked at Harry up and down; he smiled crookedly at the teenager.
"Follow me young…. Mr. Black is it?" The goblin known as Razorback Lezviye started to walk to the back offices with his goblin assistant.
"Yes, here is my I.D. and all my documents. I have been traveling abroad and I recently return to magical Britain since it's my birth place and I want to reunite with family members I never met before." As Harry spoke in Gobbledegook the language of the goblins.
All the wizards and goblins in the bank turned to face the young man speaking perfect Gobbledegook and levitating two heavy suitcases behind him.
The goblin raised an eyebrow and spoke back in Gobbledegook" May I ask who taught you our language? It's one of the hardest languages' in the world and you speak it without an accent."
"I've been schooled by the best professors money can buy; I'm also well educated in politics, economics and the Asian mystical arts. But right now I need to open a bank account and I would like it if Grímúlfsson GoldSpear deal with all my accounts." Harry continued to walk as they came to an office.
"Him? He's only 22 years old an very unexperienced in the investment market and he's only been at this branch for 6 months there are more qualified accountants than him available, true his family was once renown but now their considered incompetent when it comes to stock investments. They're an indirect lineage of Gringotts himself, Gringotts little brother's children to be precise. And speaking of lineage are you related to the noble family Black?" Razorback pointed to a chair for him to take a seat as his assistant sat down in front of him a platter with pastries and beverages.
"I know, that makes him eager to prove himself all the more against his fellow employees. Grímúlfsson will do fine; I don't require anyone else but him." Harry sat down in a regal manner and ignored the last question.
"Of course young master as you wish, he'll be here shortly." Razorback nodded his head and his assistant walked out of the office to get Gold Spear.
As Harry poured himself some tea, Razorback did his best to convince him to go with another accountant but Harry smiled and shook his head no. Razorback finally gave up as he saw his assistant and Grímúlfsson heading his way. Grímúlfsson walkthrough the door and saw a teenager and his boss sitting at the table. Harry sorry a confused looked on his future friend face. Grímúlfsson was about to speak when Harry got up and bowed.
"May this morning conveys its blessings in gold and may you become richer than all your enemies combined and your enemies will bow to your feet with envy." Harry had to hold in his laughter in as he finished giving the proper goblin morning greeting as he watched his friend's bewilderment.
Grímúlfsson was already confuse about the situation, he was asked to come see a young wizard for some unknown reason only to come find out that this boy spoke their language flawlessly. How did this boy even know who he was? Were the other goblins giving him more useless accounts to handle? How long was he going to be their flunky? He watched as his supervisor bowed to Harry and left the office.
"May you have more gold coins then the stars in the sky for giving me your greeting" was the reply. "Please we can speak in your native tongue, what is it you wish of me to do for you young sir?"
"I want to open up an account and I want you to do some stock investments for me as my private broker. " Harry looked at his future friend.
Grímúlfsson sighed heavily" how much are you talking?" He knew this child didn't have much money but he was a customer after all.
Harry levitated the suitcases toward him and with a flick of the wand the suitcases opened revealing its contents. A large grin appeared on his friend's face as he ran his long fingers on the bars of gold.
"Let's get you a private vault to put this precious gold of yours in, please follow me Mr. Black. As they left the office they headed to an elevator that took them underground and then to a cart that took them to bottom of the bank. Grímúlfsson gave Harry a key as they approached the door, Harry inserted the key as he heard all the cogs turning to open the door as they walked on in. As they discuss what plans they had to make more money Harry fumbled through his coat until he found what he was looking for. Harry had a piece of the Sorcerer stone with him hidden in a lead box; he went over and placed the stone in a safety deposit box.
"These are the companies that I want you to invest in and I need to take out some money now from my deposit so I can buy some clothing and other things, I think about two thousand should do it." Harry handed him a paper with a lot of business companies' names on it.
Grímúlfsson looked over the paperwork and started laughing." I have most of these on my list as well, I'll get right on it young master. These are very wise and upcoming investment in the Muggle world; it will be my honor to be your investment advisor. I'll withdraw the money for you now just take this sheet to the window and your all set."
"Good now I'm off to see the wicked witch of the west." Harry was extremely worried about meeting Walburga Black when he noticed Grímúlfsson stopped speaking as he looked up at Harry. Grímúlfsson one eyebrow was raised that looked like bafflement on the young goblin's face. Harry smiled and was about to explain the reference when the small goblin raised his hand.
"It's from that old Muggle movie the Wizard of Oz." The small goblin saw that Corvus was smiling as he walked toward the door.
"Oh by the way can you get in touch with Nicholas Flamel for me? And I need you to keep it confidential just between me and you." Harry stopped at the door and waited for an answer.
"That's quite a huge request; Nicholas Flamel's whereabouts are unknown since the days of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named came into power. Finding him will almost be impossible but I'll check with some of my sources and Dumbledore himself if need be and no one will know I asked on your behalf, confidentiality is what Gringotts is famous for."
Harry nodded and was now on his way to see Walburga; he had every detail perfect on how to convince her he was a true Black heir. If what Marius said was true the house would recognize him even if he was from the future. As he walked up to the bank teller he gave the goblin a withdrawal sheet, they took the money out his account and he asked the teller if they could send and owl to Walburga Black that she should be expecting a surprise visitor.
Harry stood outside the Grimmauld residence of some of the most powerful Black ancestors that grace those walls, even when he lived here as a Potter they treated him as a Black inheritor of power. Now he was about to meet the cruelest, cunning, prejudiced and powerful of all the Black family descendants that ever lived. Harry knew he had to be slyer than her and he knew just how to do it. Harry pointed his wand at the apartment building that hid the house from the Muggles and let out his Patronus as it filled the Black manor to let her know he was here. After about two minutes the apartment building slid from both sides revealing the hidden residence. Harry walked to the front door as the door opened he walked inside toward the living room, there he saw Walburga sitting on a lazy boy like chair. She looked frail and haggardly, her skin was a deep yellow. Her face held many wrinkles and her hair was grey and starting to thin at the top. She use to be a heavy set woman but now her weight had decreased dramatically and her eyes were jaundice, Harry wondered if she would make it another six months. She looked at him with suspicion as her eyes showed cruelty and her lips curled up with anger.
"So are you Sirius's little bastard? Or the beloved child of my son Regulus? Mr. Corvus Henry Edward Black you may resemble my sons alright but you look more like that blood traitor Sirius than my favorite son Regulus!" She spat revulsion just speaking Sirius's name. "You're supposedly the son of Marina Argent am I correct? She was the last of the Argent line and now she's dead? No proof for her to tell me who the father is. No proof that she hasn't been dead for years. I knew Marina very well and she's the only one I ever approved of being let into the Black family, even if she married that filthy blood traitor Sirius I would let her be a family member. Now a bunch of conmen finds out a little information they think they can take my wealth? Use me for my political power? Do you believe that in my old age I've become senile?" She rose up from her chair and pulled out her wand. "Those bastards haven't even contacted me and yet some fifteen year old just shows up, you could be some man who's taken a polyjuice potion. What are you really after? If you think that I won't come close to killing you to find out the answers you're sadly mistaken!"
"Wait at least let me answer before you do something you'll regret, just give me five minutes and I'll explain everything." Harry looked at her and was prepared for any spell she threw at him.
"Shut up you mud-blood lying bastard!"
Walburga threw everything at him, from Bogey hexes, bludgeon hexes, stupefy. The more she threw the more he blocked and stood their like it was child's play to deflect all her jinxes and curses.
"I'm old; my hand speed isn't what it used to be. That boy isn't moving from that spot, he's just standing there with that arrogant grin of his. Alright boy let's see how you do with dark magic you never seen, I'll show you why the Black's are feared in the dark arts!"
Suddenly Walburga stopped and stood there, her skin started to display tattoos. Harry noticed it was the ones similar to what Sirius had; they covered her face, arms and hands. Harry recognized those tattoo symbols, they were the darkest and foulest of magic could get. It increased power but at a cost, usually years off your life or something you had to sacrifice for the magic to increase in your body. Only the real darkest of the wizards thought the price was worth it others thought it was more of a curse. She threw darker curses that could cripple for life or kill; she was going all out to destroy the young man in front of her. Harry used his wand and wand-less magic to use the furniture to deflect some of the most dangerous spells. The room now looked like a war zone; she saw that he was actually just toying with her. He didn't throw one spell and there he was still with that same arrogant smirk, she wanted to rip off those damn lips.
"Let's end this so we can talk properly." Harry made a pushing motion using his arm and hand that sent a magical shove making Walburga go crashing into the couch behind her and then onto the floor. Walburga looked up from the floor at the boy who was just egotistically standing there smiling at her, she was out of wind and her body was aching all over. She couldn't continue even if she was fifty years younger. He stood there confident, boastful that he defeated her. She hated that the most.
"So you think you won? I'm an old sick lady but I'm not helpless or defeated yet boy!"
Harry started to walk to her; as he summoned her wand to his hand.
"Kreacher to my side! Protect your mistress!"
The little house elf popped next to her with fury on his face.
"Kill this brat Kreacher and remove his mud-blood body from my sacred home!"
"Yes mistress, Kreacher will remove this eye sore from your presence."
Kreacher raised his hand to kill the young man in front him, this stopped Harry in his tracks. He totally forgot all about the demented elf at the house. Through the years Harry fought many magical creatures but never a house elf. The little elf bared his teeth and was about to strike but stopped, he hit the floor and laid on his back and flopped up and down like a fish out of water. The little house elf screamed as he tried pulling off his floppy ears. Harry seen elves punish themselves but Kreacher was literally trying to tear his ears off completely and he nearly broke his back from all the flopping. He stopped and got down on his hands and knees in a begging position.
"Kreacher what's the matter?" She never saw her servant act that way ever. "Kill him!
Kill him now!" She demanded.
"Kreacher cannot follow mistress orders anymore, please forgive this lowly servant!"
"Why? What's going on? Why can't you kill him?" Walburga struggled to get up but fell back down.
"Because he's the true Lord Black and I can't harm my master or go against his wishes."
Harry smiled he remember it was just like last time when Dumbledore told him to give Kreacher a order and he struggled against it but in the end Kreacher accepted him as his only master.
Walburga eyes widened in complete shock, it couldn't be.
"How do you know? Did he place a spell on you Kreacher?"
"No…Master is Master; his word is the only one Kreacher needs to obey."
"House elves are the most curious beings; they have powerful magic and loyal beyond imagination to their master. Let me demonstrate, Kreacher lift your former mistress in the air and leave her there until I say let her down." Harry came closer to the both of them.
Kreacher struggled with the order but did as he was told as he suspended her in the air.
"Now let's have that chat grandma, just hear me out." Harry let it be known that he was now in charge.
"How is this possible? It should go to Sirius as master of the manor not you!"
"It's cancelled because he's in Azkaban and Regulus is dead."
Harry noticed she looked hurt after he mentioned Regulus death, he figured the old bird truly did love someone more than herself.
"So who's your father? Regulus or Sirius?" She looked down at him waiting for an answer.
"Don't know, every time I asked she refused to tell me, she told me it was for my own safety that I didn't know and she didn't have friends in the countries we visited who knew of her past to tell me." Harry remembered everything he rehearsed for this encounter with Walburga. "And those men that came to visit you were con men, one knew my mom's history in Magical Britain and decided to become rich. He was suppose to take me to you when my mom passed but he had other plans, he was trying to use the Imperius Curse and modify my memory on me but he wasn't a great wizard and I was able to defeat him. Him and the rest of his gang fled when I escaped, I'm guessing they were more afraid of you?" He knew that she needed to feel superior and her ego of hers would do it. " Plus you still didn't hear me out, if you don't like what I have to say I'll leave no questions asked."
Walburga looked at the young man
"Speak!"
"I came to make the Black family name mean something once again, I've been taught by the best professors money could buy as you can tell. I'm here to stop the mud-bloods and traitors from ruining our society. My mom once told me that you would help me achieve my goals." Harry detested saying those venomous words; all he could think about was Ron and Hermione. They were his best friends and every word felt like a betrayal to Hermione's memory and Ron's friendship.
She started laughing hard. "So you want my money is that it?"
"I've have money and in a few years I'll have the connections and power, I'm just missing that name that demands respect among the pure-bloods." Harry looked into her eyes to let her know he was serious about everything. "I'm the last true Black like it or not I'm going to make our name be remembered for a millennium by all wizards and witches of magical Britain."
"Only a fool believes his own words of his greatness while a wise man paves the way with his actions that proves his greatness. You're just a boy with his head in the clouds!"
"Is that the reason you're hovering in the air now? Trust me I now my limitations but I do need your assistance but not your money. If I can't prove to you that I can become a powerful family Black member than I'll leave, you can always test my skills with the choice of your champion."
Walburga looked at the boy standing in front of her; he was indeed powerful more powerful than her in her prime or anyone she knew. She knew that her time on this planet was limited and the Black name would end with Sirius. Maybe this boy could do what he said. She knew he had to be a Black family member, Kreacher proved that without a shadow of a doubt. She started to think she could groom him into the perfect pure-blood, something Sirius could never accomplish.
"Okay boy tell me your plans but first are you going to let me down?"
He told Kreacher to let her down and give them some privacy. With a snap of his fingers the little house elf disappeared. Harry told her of his plans to enter Hogwarts and pass every class with flying colors and then he would do ministry work as an Auror to build up his reputation. He went on for about an hour and Walburga loved all of his plans for the future, she wished that she had given birth to this young man in front of her. She believed every lie that Harry told, she even came up with giving him a party to announce a new Black family member. He talked her out of it saying many wizards hated Sirius for what he did to the Potters and it would mess up future plans. She conceded on the party but she was going to let her pure-blood society know that another Black family member arrived but not related to Sirius.
"School starts in two weeks; I'm going to enroll you in Hogwarts. Keep in mind the agreement, you must excel and make me prouder than Regulus had. Do this and show that you're worthy of the title lord Black!" Walburga sat down as she looked pale and sick, even her breathing became labored.
Harry handed her wand back to her and turned around with the wave of his hand repaired everything in the living room. Walburga looked in awe; this boy did what most Aurors and Unspeakables couldn't do with ease.
"So what am I suppose to call you? I'm pretty sure you don't want to be called grandma or granny."
She let out a small giggle" Nana will do fine. So what are you about to do now?"
"I'm going to check out Magical Britain and then I'm heading to Diagon Alley for some clothes.
"Actually I'm going to visit someone who's definitely going to need my help more than Dumbledore's assistance. And just maybe I can spare him that feeling of loneliness and fear that's always looming around him. "Kreacher to my side! You may serve your mistress but my orders shall never be overridden by her or anyone else, my word is law! You shall not follow me none what's so ever and you shall not harm me in any type of way or make me sick!" Harry gave more specific orders so the petite elf had no room for breaking Harry's demands."
"Kreacher understands master; Kreacher will be an obedient servant to master's words."
Harry headed outside and with a pop he vanished from Grimmauld Manor.
Harry hid behind a tree across the street as he looked at three kids out in the front yard with a large obese man lounging on a lawn chair, one kid was by himself the other two children looked like they were planning something bad as they watched the raven haired boy reading a book not paying attention to them. Suddenly the large fat boy grabbed him in a full nelson and yelled for his skinny friend to punch him. Harry remembered this scenario all too well; it was etched in his mind even till this day. The skinny boy wailed on the dark haired boy with glasses and laughed when he looked ready to cry. The raven hair boy escaped and ran from the two of them behind the overweight mustache man. The fat man grabbed the little boy by the back of the neck and tossed him back to the two bullies.
"Better learn how to fight fair boy, no running behind me for protection!" The large man started laughing hard at what was about to happen.
Harry remembered this part well, he suffered a broke nose by those two. He quickly apparated as he saw what was about to happen and caught the two boys fist before they could hurt the raven hair lad.
"Is that anyway for you kids to be playing? I think for now on you should keep your hands to yourself." Harry had a stern look as he eyed the boys.
"Where did you come from? And what business is it of yours on what we do? You better get out here before Mr. Dursley wallops you into next week." Piers struggled to get his wrist from the strange boy.
"Mind your manners when you speak kid! Now stop being a bully because bullies usually get there's in the end."
"Hey boy there only eight years old pick on someone your own size!"
Harry had to laugh at what came out of Vernon fat mouth. As much as he use to intimidate, threaten and punch him when he was younger.
Suddenly Piers Polkiss bit down on the older Harry's hand, Harry released Piers hand and smacked him, knocking the boy to his knees.
"Go home Piers now! The next time you bully someone think twice about it. You fat boy! That goes double for you! Now lets all stop this violence otherwise you might show the neighbors your abnormal behavior." The older version of Harry stood there and look at Vernon waiting for him to say or do something and from the side of his eyes he saw Piers running home crying hard about being hit.
Petunia hearing the ruckus outside came to investigate what was going on. When she got outside she saw a young version of Sirius Black. She remembered him when that Potter boy and his three friends showed up to her home when she was younger, but this boy was just a slight different from the Sirius she remembered. His hair was longer, darker and his facial features seemed to hold a solemn appearance were as the Sirius she remembered was a happy go lucky type with always a smile on his face. Her heart nearly froze in fear; did he have a child that wanted revenge for his father being locked up? Would he murder all of them just like his father killed her sister and husband? Fear overtook her, she couldn't speak, and she couldn't hear her husband cussing. She saw the teenager lifting a helping hand to Harry as he pulled him up off the ground so caressingly, as he turned to her she saw anger no, more like hatred in his eyes toward her. She motioned for Dudley to come to her as he ran into her arms, she saw her husband running toward the Sirius doppelganger with his fist raised.
"I wouldn't if I was you Dursley!" Harry had the most devious smile as he saw the fat man rushing toward him,
Suddenly all of Vernon's clothes shredded off his body leaving him completely naked, Harry had to chuckle because Vernon stomach was huge with stretch marks that looked like a road map. Vernon picked up a small piece of cloth and covered his nether region as he turned beet red from embarrassment. He ran behind his wife to cover himself up as he heard the little seven year old laughing hard. When he looked at the teenager he saw by his waist a wand holder, now terror began to set in.
"You're one of those freaks aren't you? How dare you!"
"Shut up Vernon shut up! Take a good long look on who it is! It's his son look at him! It's really his kid its Sir… "
"So do I really look like him that much?" Harry cut her off from saying the name. "Harry why don't you go inside the house while I talk to your aunt and uncle.
Petunia tried to back away slowly but the older Harry raised his hand for them to stop.
"You three don't move a muscle!" Future Harry raised his voice that scared all the Dursley's.
The past Harry looked at the Dursleys and then to the teenager in front of him.
"What's your name?" Asked the small boy.
"Corvus Henry Edward Black but you Harry can just call me big brother." The teenager smiled at him and then rubbed the little boy's head. He nodded twice with his head toward the front door of the house and the little boy understood the gesture to go inside."
"Blac…Bla…Black! Please don't kill me or my family! I swear you can kill the boy but not my Dudley or husband!" Petunia was begging like there was no tomorrow.
"Really? I know you been beating that boy for the last three months! What makes you think I came here to kill him?" Harry pulled out his wand as he saw all three gasp with fear.
"Tell us what you want, we will do anything I swear it!" Petunia got on her knees pleading, while Vernon stood there still naked and shaking with dread.
Harry flicked his wand toward Dudley; the chubby boy looked around and realized that he couldn't hear. He began to scream and with another whoosh of his wand Dudley became mute. Harry with another zip of his wand he made an illusion around the house as if everything looked normal to keep the neighbors from noticing anything out of the ordinary. Harry looked at the three as they huddled around their son to comfort him from what was done to him by the boy name Corvus Black. He made clothes reappear on him, not for Vernon's dignity but Harry couldn't stand looking at him naked without becoming nauseated. Petunia looked at the boy standing there who was emitting anger at them if not hate, she knew that the boy must have bad intentions behind his good deed to protect Lily's son. He could easily killed them but he didn't, he could have taken the boy without a fight but didn't. She could only guess what he wanted and what was it going to cost her family?
"That boy is out of our house as of today! I won't let you and your freaky kind disrupt our lives! Now fix my son and take that freak with you!"
Harry knew this trick that he could do with his eyes that startled most wizards and scared the Muggles almost half to death. He slowly looked at the family directly in the eyes, when they made eye contact Harry made all his eyes turn the color green of that of Avada Kedavra curse. All three gasped with horrifying fear. Harry had to chuckle to himself as they were just frozen unable to move by fear. Harry reached down and picked up a piece of paper off the ground with his forefinger and thumb and shook it three times until it transformed into a old scroll parchment, Harry let the paper rolled down and words appeared on the document. He placed the document in front of them for them to grab, with much hesitation Petunia slowly but cautiously grabbed the paper. She looked over the document and dropped it; Harry levitated back to his hand.
"I'm not signing that! We want that freak of a monster out of here! He will never grow up here to hurt my Dudders ever!" Petunia slowly backed away from the teenager.
"Oh you will sign it or you will lose everything, your home, your money and even your social standing in the community. Well your family isn't that up standing but you get the point and I'll leave your fat shit stain of a son deaf and mute. Don't worry Harry will be out of your house soon enough if everything goes as planned and you'll never have to worry about your nephew again. This contract is to make sure you two never harm him and treat him in a dreadful manner or tell him about Sirius Black if you do this contract will go into effect making your lives a living hell. Once you sign this document I give you my word that I Corvus Henry Edward Black will honor the contract and not interfere in your life, I will only come to make sure Harry is doing well. But if you do anything wrong to Harry their will be consequences." Harry put the contract back into Petunia's hand and handed her a pen. Harry smiled; he put a modified parchment jinx on the document. It was harmless all it would do is make Vernon cuss out his bosses and moon them (show them his ass) and Petunia to run down the street stark naked screaming she can't find her husband penis under all of that belly.
Petunia looked it over and signed it with a shaky hand, all she had to do was to feed the boy and keep him from being abused. Corvus said he would take care of the rest like clothing and other expenses. She looked at (Corvus/Harry) and handed it back to him. She felt for some reason he would follow through on his promise to destroy her family.
"I want all of you guys to wait outside until I finish talking to Harry, I suggest you take my advice and stay out of the house until I've finished." (Corvus/Harry) walked to the front door and walked in leaving the family in a stunned state of mind.
As (Corvus/Harry) walked into the living room the little boy got off the couch and looked at the teenager. He looked him up and down as if he was studying him and finally was able to ask the teenager his questions.
"Are you a freak like me? Is that why the Dursley's don't like you as well?" The little boy waited for (Corvus/Harry) to reply.
Harry had to laugh at his younger self standing in front of him.
"No Harry you're a wizard just like me, there is nothing freakish about us. And one day you'll be a great wizard; you'll do great things and have even have greater friends." Corvus could tell that Harry really didn't quite believe him. "Where do you sleep at Harry?"
The little boy was too embarrassed to say so he just pointed to little room under the stairs. Corvus smiled and pulled out his wand and levitated all the little boy's belongings out of the small pantry under the stairs. He waved his hand and the small door disappeared and the room became part of the wall as if never existed. Harry looked at the disappeared room with his mouth wide open, shocked that something so amazing happened in front of his very eyes. He went over to inspect where he use to dwell as he ran his hand over the wall making sure it was really gone. (Corvus/Harry) let out a small chuckle, he remembered when he saw Hagrid perform magic in front of him and now he saw just how amazed he was by the look on his past self face.
"Now let's get you a better room, shall we?" (Corvus/Harry) headed toward the stairs.
"Wait there's no more bedrooms, it's a three bedroom house and Dudley has two rooms. They'll punish me if I go up stairs and they'll never give you one of Dudley's room." Little Harry grabbed on the back of Corvus's coat.
"It's okay Harry I told them that things are going to change, especially how they treat you. So let's get you that room and later I'll bring you some clothing, furniture and a bed. (Corvus/Harry) walked toward his former room, when he got to the door he opened it and with the wave of his hand all of Dudley's belongings came flying out of the room into the bedroom across the hall leaving just a bed.
Harry looked at the teenager with hopeful eyes and asked will he be able to do magic like him when he gets older. Corvus replied "You'll be better than me; I promise you Harry I'll train you personally." Corvus rubbed the little boy's head and gave a wide grin.
Harry looked at the teen; he couldn't understand why he felt a connection. Maybe because someone took up for him or was it because he told him to call him big brother? As they headed back down stairs, Corvus went to the refrigerator and fixed the little boy something to eat. Harry ate like he hadn't eaten in a couple of days; he smiled at the teenager as he finished up his sandwich.
The Dursley family looked through the window as they saw the teenager caring so lovingly for Harry. They knew that mental and physical abuse they once did to the boy ended this day and if Harry got older would he seek revenge? Or was it their punishment he would deliver to them a hundred fold.