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An: ...I do not know latin...like I'm limited to direct translations that everyone knows such as carpe diem, so I apologize for inaccuracies. Once I learn more of it, I will hopefully return and edit some things.
Regarding my so-called bashing of James and Bell...and other people, I do not actually hate any of the characters. Harry doesn't really hate anyone either, though his relationship with his blood relatives will definitely be strained for at least the first few books. There is a reason, and those relationships may change when James stops blaming Harry for Lily's death-he's grieving so of course he'd need to do something about it- and Bell matures a little more. For now though, due to James's mistake, it may seem like I am making James out to be an enemy. That is simply due to James's and Harry's different reactions and ways of dealing with their grief. As for Bell...you'll see. This will not be the only book I make. Other characters, such as Dumbledore and Ron, won't necissarily be "bashed" either, and I certainly have nothing against the Weasleys-in fact I quite like all of them-but Ron was immature for a majority of his school life and his character will be similar.
Dumbledore though...well...he may be the only character I will purposely "bash". I don't actually mind his character in the books, though he's really creepy in the movies, but there is a reason I decided to make him a kind of "bay guy" in this series. He won't always be the bad guy, and I'm certainly not going to replace a mass murderer with an ignorant fool for the main villain, but he will have his moments.
Like I've said before though, I'm going to write what what I write and you guys can take it how you will. Sorry for the long rant, and thanks for the support :)
chapter six - et inter - the in-between
Harry had completely forgotten about anything other than listening to Acry tell his stories, munching on various dried foods, until his Hogwart's letter came.
He must've missed his birthday, but he was sure it was the best he ever had, granted the previous one had been spent being tortured, and the one before had been in an orphanage.
The letter was labeled,
'Mr. H. Potter(Wyres), Guest Room, Wyllt Cabin, Whitby'
Once he was done reading it over, Acry popped into the room. He was grinning and holding a wand in his hand, which Harry had never seen him do.
"The owl has given you the invite?" Harry nodded.
"Grand! Let's go then, I'll deliver you back into the Magical World." Acry spun on his heels, snatching Harry by the arm. He startled just before they Apparated.
"Oh yes, I forgot to ask if you hold a wand?"
"I had one, but I'm not sure what happened to it." Acry seemed to be extra spunky today, bouncing up onto his toes.
"No matter! Accio Hadrian Wyres' Wand!" They waited three ticks of the clock before his wand came zipping into Acry's hand. The man shoved it into Harry's palm and immediately popped into Diagon Alley.
They marched right into Gringotts, Harry feeling strange being here with Acry. He wasn't sure how exactly he thought of the teen, a friend maybe?
He'd spent over half a year in that Cabin, after he was done healing, and they got along better than anyone, yet Acry was too strange of a person to get entirely used to. His strangeness, Harry had noticed, was also completely contagious.
Harry sometimes slipped up by using Acry's Egyptian accent, or saying something worded wrong. He didn't mind though, and he secretly liked the fact that his Freudian slips made Acry smile every time.
"Good day, sirs." Piped Acry, striding through the bank like he owned it and seemingly waving to every Goblin individually.
"And madams." Finished Harry, who couldn't help playing along. The looks on the teller's faces were just too priceless. They stopped at the desk serving the last name P.
Harry would be stuck officially under the Potter name, even disowned, until he had a guardian to sign a different one. Instead, he had Acry, who could act as a stand-in. Happily, he was at last made into a legal Wyres.
"I assume than, that you'll be wanting a key to your vault?" Asked the Goblin.
"What? But I was disowned." Acry and him shared a look, and the Goblin rolled its eyes.
"You were disowned from the Potter line yes, but you have just taken on the Wyres' one due to a statement in the heiress's will."
"Wyres is a wizarding family?" The Goblin slid him a slip of paper with his property and assets. It wasn't nearly as much as the Potter family, but there was a decent amount of land, and some galleons. There were even a few heirlooms and artifacts.
"Mum...I mean Susan Wyres was a Squib?" The Goblin peered down at him sternly.
"Yes, and you are listed as her Heir."
"Uh...I guess than yeah. I'd like the vault key."
"Is that all?" Acry chimed in, nudging Harry playfully. The teen spoke for him.
"He'd like a withdrawal." The Goblin nodded curtly, gesturing to some others to carry out the demands. Papers were exchanged, and a key was looped around a cord, which Harry put around his neck.
He collected enough galleons for his school supplies, and a bit extra. The second before they were to depart, Acry pivoted on his heels, grinning jollily down at the Goblin.
"Oh yes, I was hoping to make him my provisional heir." Harry peered at Acry curiously.
"What's a provisional heir?"
"Basically, it's a fail safe. If I don't have any blood heirs, or all of them are dead, you'll inherit my line and hold the title of heir until I have one." Harry gaped.
"What!? Why would you do that?" Acry chuckled.
"Harry, I would've thought you'd have learned by now not to question my reasoning."
After what Acry called, "a pointless crusade", Harry and him went shopping at last. He got his every necessity and a few non-neccisities. Acry was particularly fond of teasing him about how long he'd spent debating over two different books at Florish and Blotts. He'd inevitably gotten both.
He also got a really nice wand holster, that Acry insisted he get enchanted so that nobody could steal his wand unless he had it out. Last but not least, he got the feistiest owl to ever exist.
Harry kept laughing whenever he thought about how she'd been mean to both Acry and the store manager, but she'd flown right onto his shoulders when he came over. He'd decided to name her Hedwig.
At last, with all he needed for his first year at Hogwart's, Acry walked him down to the platform. Ever since James had kicked him out, he'd assumed he'd be here alone. He had gained his hope again with Susan, only to be stomped down by the Death Eaters.
Now, he was where he had always wished to be at last, and not alone. Acry was grinning at Harry as they disappeared onto the magical platform.
Children bustled every which way, hugging parents, tending to pets, chatting with friends, and piling onto the train. Acry stopped with his arms halfway out, so nobody would disturb Harry's space. The man must've known how the crowd would effect him.
The noises, the Magic, the crushing abundance of people. It was all so much, especially since none of them seemed to be concerned about other goings-on except their own.
"Harry." Acry centered him, brushing one hand to apply pressure to his back. It was just the right amount for him to be steadied.
"I'll write." Promised Harry. It would be his first letter, since James had never gotten around to teaching him.
Acry simply smiled at him, before vanishing like mist into the air. Harry took a deep, long breath and morphed his trunk mostly into a duffel, something he'd seen the kids at the orphanage using to carry things to school.
The bag fit better over his shoulders, and wouldn't have to be pulled over cracks and curbs.
Once on the train, Harry went in search of an empty compartment. It was found near the middle of the train, where the crowd was thinnest and no one gathered.
Harry pulled himself into a corner, gripping his wand holster, and curled into a ball. Minutes later, someone slid open the door.
"I heard Bellerophon Potter is on this train. Have you seen him?"
"Well, I'm not him, and he's not here." A kid with a pale face, pale hair, and a seemingly pale personality drawled.
"Really...you kind of look like him..." Harry shrugged, thinking he recognized the sharp features and white-blonde locks from somewhere.
"...wait, you're him, aren't you?" Harry quirked a brow.
"I just said I'm not."
"No, I mean that you're the other one...Hadrian Potter. You're the one that got disowned." The blonde's grin morphed into a smug look. He was eyeing Harry like a buffet.
"I go by Wyres now, and this car is full. Would you mind shutting the door on your way out?" The blonde jutted out his chin sharply. With how cut his features were, it was like he was stabbing the air.
"I would actually." He extended a palm, expecting. Harry looked down at the invitation, rose a brow, and turned back away. The blonde's hand sunk back into his side.
"Draco Malfoy, pleasure."
"For you, it's Wyres. Now, please leave so that the space in here can be filled with individuals."
"I am an individual." Snarked Malfoy. Harry ignored him, pulling out a book on the interesting topic of Muggle Chemistry. It was not-at-all related to Potions, which Harry had thought it would be. He settled the book into his lap, purposely flashing the title in Malfoy's general direction, before responding.
"Are you?" Malfoy scowled, grouching under his breath about the uselessness of Muggles. He turned to leave.
"Whatever, you'll realize your mistake soon enough." Malfoy probably broke the sliding part of the door, but Harry paid no mind, petting Hedwig through the bars on her cage and diving into the introduction.
He smiled to himself, wondering just where at Hogwart's he would fit in. Maybe he wouldn't. He didn't belong after all.