My Story Ideas and Drabbles

by kossboss

This is a collection of story ideas and chapters I have written but have no real plans to turn into ongoing stories at this time. This is mainly for my devoted readers who just want something more from me to read. The first Story in this series is what would happen if Harry ended up in another HP world instead of going the the Stargate Universe. These have not been BETAED!

Author Note: Hey everyone this here is going to be a collection of chapters / story ideas I have had but don't think will end up being full stories or either I won't have the time to start really working on for a few years at the least. Regardless because of a few message from some of my readers about how they have been rereading my stuff as a distraction from all that has been going on in the world, I felt my reasons for holding back things like this simply because I may not continue them or because I already have two ongoing fanfics seems small potatoes in comparison and stupid reasons to hold back when people could use something to read. So here is the first chapter of a story idea I have had. I also have a third fanfic I started to write back shortly after my fathers death that I have also started to edit to get ready to post. However I make no promises to come back to these stories let alone finish them so proceed at your own risk.

Story Note: I started this story way back as a response to all the requests I have gotten on my other two stories about Harry going back to the Wizarding world. Honestly I never really like that idea, but it did spawn the idea of what would have happened if Harry had ended up in a parallel reality rather than one completely different. This story starts right after the first chapter of my Stargate/HP crossover. You do not need to go and read that chapter, but you can if you want to, all you need to know is Harry has extensively prepared for going to a reality he has no idea on what he would find when he arrives. I mean extensively. This all started in his second year after he absorbed the memories of Voldemort's failing soul fragment in his head courtesy of the Basilisk Venom coursing through his veins.

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Chapter 1 HPxHP:

Harry came flying out of the portal, and slowly looked up and around the room he found himself in. His surprise was forthcoming as he realized that he appeared to have arrived in the same room that he had just left from, with the Veil of Death and all. He was in what appeared to be the exact same room, the Death Room. However it didn't take him long to start to slowly be able to feel a slight difference with his magic, so he concentrated on his magical senses to get a better idea of what had happened.

Around him most things were exactly the same or very similar to before, that he could barely notice much of a difference. However there were things that were missing, now present, and/or quite different from where he had just left. At first he thought that he had somehow time traveled, but that would only account for a few of the differences he could feel, not all of them. It seemed that somehow fate was playing with him, as he had just left his reality to end up in another reality very similar to his own. Right down to the Death Room.

There were clear differences now that he had noticed them, such as the slightly more powerful wards he could feel around the Ministry, and the ambient magic felt slightly off to him, being just a bit different from his own reality in density, and concentration. All that made him believe that this new universe he had appeared in was quite similar to his own, only slightly different, and maybe with a time change too boot as well.

The answer to one of those hypotheses was easy to answer, so he waved his hand, all without using his wand, and cast a simple Tempus charm, but modified it with his will a bit to show the full date rather than just the time. It was quite simple to do, but still an advanced use of the spell. Some wizards could even use a tempus to set an alarm to wake themselves up if they wanted to.

'Tempus.' he internalized casually as numbers started to appear before him. He was honestly quite surprised at what he was presented with. It seemed that for some reason that he was sent back in time as well as changing realities. It was apparently early 1983, to be more exact, February 6th, 1:36pm, nearly two years after his parents death. That was a bit annoying to say the least, because if he was going to be sent back to the Wizarding world, he at least would have liked to have been able to meet his parents.

However it did mean that the him of this reality was a three year old living with the Dursleys if nothing had changed too much there. That really reinforced the fact that he was going to need to do some information gathering before anything else. He would also need to make some minor changes to his looks to not stand out, because looking so similar to James Potter, or even his future self would only cause problems. Thankfully the rituals he had done to improve his looks and physique did change how he looked somewhat, as he was a bit more handsome and had a far more substantial build than before.

He used liberal applications of his admittedly minor Metamorph abilities to change his hair colour from jet-black to a dark brown. That should be a big enough difference to throw off unwanted attention, especially with his eyes already being a deeper shade of emerald due to the eye protection and improvement ritual he had done on them. The colour change had less to do with being an effect of the ritual than an aftereffect as a result of his growing power now reflected through his eyes.

First, he needed to check in on Dobby and get some of his supplies from his Trunk, so he conjured a sharp blade with little difficulty and started to cut open his arm where he had hidden his shrunken down Manor Trunk for safekeeping. Once he had gotten it out, a more difficult task than normal due to his greatly increased durability and tough skin, he tossed a cleansing charm at the trunk and he resized it before entering quickly. Inside the trunk and at it's entrance area in the central park of his Villa he saw Dobby waiting for him with his stuff he had given him to safeguard on a small table.

The entrance to the Manor Trunk came out in the middle of a large park in the massive Roman Style Villa which was at the centre of his Manor Trunk. Looking at the table he could see his wand holsters, his basically limitless Mokeskin pouch that held all of his day to day items, such as his Cloak of Invisibility, his spare wands that were not in his holsters, and other items he may need on demand. The rest were stored in the Manor Trunk in various areas or other storage trunks.

"Did we arrive safely Master Harry?" Dobby asked excitedly, bouncing on his feet.

"Yes, however unexpectedly we ended up in another Ministry of Magic in another universe. There seems to be a few differences here, but I will have to explore a bit more to know anything concrete." he told his excitable Elf and friend.

"Well, we Elves will be taking care of everything in here while you go exploring. Just call if you need anything." Dobby said as he popped away after Harry had finished reequipping himself. The table that had been there also disappeared with Dobby's departure, and so he made his way back out of the Manor Trunk, shrunk it down, and put it around his neck on a chain. He looked around the room thinking about his circumstance again trying to come to a decision.

With his hair changed and his general appearance looking different enough that not even those close friends to his parents would make an easy connection between the two of them, he should be safe to go out in public. His path chosen, he pulled out the Death Stick and layered himself in charms to prevent detection, then threw his Invisibility cloak on over top of them. He did this because even if his journey through his own department of mysteries was easy, it would not be good to underestimate this world just after he had arrived.

With one look back at the Veil, he left the room and backtracked his way out of the department. He had already decided to explore this new reality, and if he didn't like what he found, he could simply turn back around and go through the veil again to another reality. Hopefully it would be completely different one to the one he was used to, but he was not keeping up his hopes Regardless, not being the 'Harry Potter' of this reality for some reason seemed to have lifted a burden from his shoulders that he did not know was there. Not to mention how much extra freedom he would have to explore all of the things he expected he would have been prevented from doing in his own reality. That and not having all the expectations of everyone on him at all times would make traversing this reality easier.

Following the same path back out of the Death Room turned out to be similarly easy as coming in, but only because there were more people around, as the lift had more security on it than it did during his breaking back in his reality. The fact that there were more people here meant that he simply had to follow another individual as they got into the lift and easily escape into the higher levels of the Ministry.

During this time he observed the wizards and witches he could see, and could not really tell he wasn't observing people from his own reality or time, as so many things looked exactly the same as his world, even a decade in the past. The style of clothing certainly had not changed one bit. Nor had the ultra gaudy fountain he observed as he finally got off the elevator into the Ministry's entrance hall. There was one thing that did come to his mind during his ride up the elevator, and that was that he was going to need to choose a new name to go by. It certainly had to be different enough to not make any connection between himself and anyone here in this reality, especially Harry.

That meant that he had to come up with a name he would be comfortable using. He still had his muggle identity the Goblins had put together for him under the name James Evans, however that name was most likely too close to this reality's Harry's name. Not that Wizards were not super dense at times, and may in fact never actually make the connection, but he didn't really want to risk it. There also may be a few problems trying to establish an identity here in the wizarding world, but he was not sure honestly.

Getting out of his own thoughts he moved through the hallway, carefully avoiding the flow of traffic of people heading back from their lunches or whatever else they were doing. He found a floo and grabbed a pinch of the powder in a pot beside the fireplace, Just before he yelled Leaky Cauldron and entered the roaring green fire, he removed the charms on himself and switched his invisibility cloak into the pouch he was wearing.

Entering the floo was always disorientating as you saw small glimpses of other fireplaces attached to the network, however at the end of the line Harry strode out the fireplace with confidence, before looking around the Pub. It was not that full with the lunch rush having finished, as there were only a few patrons at the bar and a single table occupied. Spying a table in the corner with a view of both entrances, he made his way there and sat down to wait for Tom to take his order, and to plan out what he wanted to do.

First thing obviously would be going to Gringotts, but after that there were just so many things he could or would possibly need to do. Top on his priority list was doing something to help out Sirius who may be falsely imprisoned here in this world too. However even that he didn't know for sure, so before all that he would need to get a few books and some newspapers to catch up. Before anything really he needed more information on this world.

"What can I get for you young man?" a younger Tom asked as he approached and put down a menu in front of Harry.

"A Ginger Beer if you could, and whatever is on special to eat." he said happily handing back the menu to Tom who didn't blink twice taking his order. Apparently his disguise was working well, as Tom didn't mention anything or seem to recognize him at all, even if he had only met the spitting image of his father, minus the eyes. Ginger beer was something he had discovered recently before his departure to this reality, he found that he FAR preferred it over that of Butterbeer or anything stronger. The best part was that it was often offered at most locations that served any drinks in the Wizarding world. The less said about pumpkin juice the better, as far as he was concerned it was over just over sugared disgusting crap.

As Tom brought out his drink and food, which arrived far faster than it would have in a Muggle restaurant, he was thinking about what he should do with the Harry of this universe. Sure he wanted to help himself out, but even then it would not be easy to make any huge changes, but he wouldn't let the kid live through the shit he had to without some assistance. If he helped out Sirius, then the man could take a more active role in younger Harry's life; hopefully before too much damage was done by the Dursleys. Even then he may be able to pop by and scare the Dursleys into being better guardians.

Plans needed to be made and he needed more information to do so. Thankfully he had a path forward and would take it after he finished his meal. Tom had brought him a simple English dinner with roast beef, potatoes, carrots, and peas, all drizzled in beef drippings. It looked delicious so he dug in. After he finished up he slapped a few Galleons on the table, and went out the back way to get into the Alley. Giving a nod to Tom as he passed by he went to the secret entrance.

Arriving at the hidden entrance, he snapped his wand from his holster, and tapped each brick in sequence before his wand disappeared back into its holster in one fluid motion as the bricks started opening. The view of Diagon Alley was no different that he was used to, both incredible and at the same time a bit disappointing once the wonder had worn off. He let out a sigh at more evidence that things were the same or exceedingly similar in this reality to his own.

Walking down the narrow alley he observed all the people, and he could see that people looked positive about the future, or at least we're not as pensive as in his reality. There were signs everywhere, with new shops opening, while still others being closed since the last war with Voldemort. It did seem a tad less busy than during his time, but he only took notice of this in his peripherals as he approached the large white building that housed the Goblins.

Gringotts was pretty impressive when contrasted against the other buildings in the Alley, and that was honestly what most likely the Goblins had been going for. Basically insulting the Wizards lack of taste just with the design and elegance of their building, minus the slightly crooked look. He choked that up to magical oddities. Like in his reality there were two Goblin guards standing outside looking menacingly at anyone who even came near, himself included.

He ignored them, and the poem on the side, and walked straight into the large hall that stretched for about 100m. It had tellers lined up on each side, standing behind tall podiums, obviously sending another message. It was slightly different from the Gringotts in his own reality, which led him to believe he would find more and more slight differences as he went on, but doubted there were any drastic changes. It was not too busy, so he simply walked up to one of the tellers who was not busy

Goblins were not nearly as bad as most Wizards made them out to be, while sure there were definitely a few nasty things that they had done over the past thousand or so years, but they were mostly reacting to actions by wizards themselves or past grievances. That said, they were a fairly militaristic society, but he didn't hold that against them. Their entire attitude now towards wizards was mostly a result of being treated like shit, and Harry certainly could understand that. All that being true, they would try their best to make as much coin from you as possible.

He stood in front of the Goblin teller, who had briefly glanced up at him as he approached before going back to what he was doing, clearly to finish it up first. Harry waited patiently, not bothering at all at the third power play in so many minutes he was experiencing from the Goblins, as he had a ton of things to think about himself. It only took about twenty seconds for the Goblin to finish up and ask him what he wanted.

"Name Wizard?" asked the Goblin. Harry knew quite a bit about how some of the magic the Goblins performed worked, and knew that they may have magic that could tell his real name, but that would require some extremely fancy work, and not something that each teller would have access to. However, he was not even sure if they really cared, and most likely would go along with anything a customer said if they felt it would inconvenience another Wizard down the line or make them profit.

"Hadrian Arnell." he said with a smile, giving the name he had decided on. Picking a new name to go by was not easy, as he still wanted some connection to his past, hence Hadrian, however choosing a new last name not connected with him was harder. Therefore he had pulled a book out of the LIS that gave him a long list of ancient British names. He decided on a common name which was still rooted in ancient Celtic times, Arnell. He felt it fit well, and would allow him so much more freedom than the name Potter ever had.

The Goblin simply raised an eyebrow at him. "What can Gringotts do for you today Mr. Arnell." the Goblin who still had not introduced himself sneered at him.

"I wish to open a new account here at Gringotts, as well as get access to a fairly secure vault, and avail of a few of the other services Gringotts provides its clients." Hadrian said clearly to the Goblin who looked him over closely before finding something he liked and smiled at him baring his teeth.

"Fine, this way then Wizard." the teller said as he put a sign saying closed on a plaque that hangs in front of his tall podium, and lumbered his way down off of his high seat. The Goblin directed him down one of the hallways for a short distance to a door that read 'Sharpfang: New Accounts'. Once outside the door, the Goblin looked to him and said "Wait here for a moment." before he knocked on the door. Getting a reply from within the Goblin teller walked in and spoke a few words to whoever was inside in Gobbledegook. That was honestly something he was interested in learning sometime in the future, but he had not really gotten around to doing so yet.

After about twenty seconds the Goblin teller walked outside before speaking to him again. "New Account Manager Sharpfang will see you now." said the Goblin who indicated for him to go inside before closing the door behind him moments after entering.

Inside the room the interior was nicely done, and had enough space not to make it feel crowded, even though it was full of many different cabinets with drawers, documents, as well as a shelf with a few devices on it, and one large desk. There was even a small vicious looking axe hanging on the wall above Sharpfang who was sitting behind his desk starting over it at Hadrian as he entered.

There were two seats in front of the desk, one of which Sharpfang waved him over to, as he spoke. "Take a seat. I am told you wish to open an account and a personal vault, is this right?" he asked Hadrian grimly while grabbing a big book out of a drawer on the side, as well as two smaller pamphlets.

"Yes, and then I wish to avail a few services from my new account manager afterwards if possible." he said to the Goblin, who raised his bushy eyebrows not in surprise, but it seemed in skepticism.

"Well we shall see, to get a personal account manager you will need to open a suitable vault, as well as place a large enough initial deposit. Not something most Wizards are capable of." Sharpfang said with a small sneer, but still staying somewhat polite. "New accounts cost one Galleon and Ten Sickles." Sharpfang said as he opened up the large book before looking up to see Harry's nod at the price. He had heard some advice from Wizards in the past, as well as information from Voldemort himself, that most people try to haggle with the Goblins over fees, but honestly something that small didn't seem worth either his time nor the Goblin's in front of him. "Then all I need is your name, and a sample of your magical signature." Sharpfang said having found the page in the book he was looking for and was now waiting on his answer.

"My name is Hadrian Arnell." he said confidently, already starting to like the new name he had chosen. It rolled off the tongue nicely, and sounded far more interesting than his last had. He also put two Galleons on the table that he summoned out of his pouch on his side to his hand with a tiny bit of magic. Apparently that had not escaped Sharpfang as his eyes widened a bit as he noticed money appear in Hadrian's hand. Leave it to a Goblin to not miss money appearing.

"Hadrian Arnell." Sharpfang said while writing it down on a small piece of paper and handing it to him. "Is it spelt correctly?" he asked, getting a nod in return, the Goblin started to write the name down in his large book. "And now for the magical signature." Sharpfang said as he took a small stone sitting on the side of his desk and handed it over to Harry. "Simply infuse the stone with a bit of your magic." the Goblin said as Hadrian looked at the simple looking grey stone.

Infusing his magic into it was nothing too exciting and was simply so the Goblins would have a record of his magical signature to compare to if someone was trying to access his vaults without his key, or if he lost his key in the future or somesuch. "Here you are." he said as he realized the stone was at capacity, once again gaining him a long look from the Goblin who took the stone before placing it carefully on the section of the book he was just writing in. A second after the stone touched the page, the page flashed blue, earning a smile from the Goblin.

Sharpfang handed over a small packet of papers, about ten in number, which Hadrian immediately realized was the basic account contract. Reading it over quickly, only taking a minute or two, it basically set out the guidelines that both he and the Goblins would be working under. It was also what protected his privacy, and ensured the Goblin would not steal from him. Well as long as he didn't break his end of the contract they wouldn't take his stuff. Once he was finished reading he quickly signed it with the quill offered before handing it back over.

"Everything looks to be in working order, now you said you wished to open up a vault and make a deposit. Do you know what type of vault you are looking for? There are a number of options Gringotts offers to Wizards in need." Sharpfang said, clearly getting into his salesman's pitch after looking over the contact.

"I am looking to purchase a high security vault, with extensive protections, including blood security at minimum. It must also be able to store substantial number of items, and coins." he said to Sharpfang who seemed to get more surprised as Hadrian added on his various needs. Sharpfang's whole demeanor seemed to have changed into someone far more happy as the Goblin quickly removed the smaller and less fancy looking brochure from the desk before sliding over the other one to Hadrian.

"This here a brochure for our higher end and more secure editions of our vaults, as well as a list of additional options and their prices at the back." Sharpfang said as Hadrian opened the brochure to see that it was bigger on the inside and opened up into the size of a newspaper. Inside there were a number of vaults, and detailed lists of what they offered, but he skipped over most of them and went to the most expensive options.

There were three and they ranged from 1225 Galleons to 2100, which was actually far FAR cheaper than he had expected. Like significantly, as he knew for sure that opening a more secure vaults in Gringotts back in his reality was fairly pricey. In the neighborhood of ten to a hundredfold more in cost. It was something he certainly needed to look more into. Looking at the options and the security on the vaults in question, they were not lacking in anything he could see. There were wards to protect from everything, however the base model of the most expensive vault offered, the 'Super Expansive, High Security Dragon Vault', was still lacking in Hadrian's mind.

"I will take the vault model 16b." he said to Sharpfang who was excited at his vault choice, obviously happy about the commission he was sure Goblins worked on. "I will however need a number of additions added on. I will want, as stated before, the blood magic security added, as well as anti House Elf wards, a potion ingredient stasis area, armoury wing, and a library area." he said to the Goblin who was writing everything down. It didn't take Hadrian's amazing magical abilities to tell the Goblin was excited. "My final question is how much of a deposit do I need to make to get a personal account manager?" he asked. Only depositing the minimum here with Sharpfang was him being a bit paranoid, but it would give him the extra protection of keeping information about his activities to only himself and his account manager.

"You only need to make an initial deposit of 2,500 Galleons to gain access to an exclusive account manager, and maintain a balance of one thousand Galleons for at least half of each year." Sharpfang answered. Honestly it was not too much, and he pulled out a small brown money pouch from his Mokeskin bag before taking his wand and taping first his bag then the small brown money pouch. When his wand first touched his expanded bag, he willed what he wanted to happen and the tip started to glow, as he moved his wand over to the money pouch the light leapt from his wand tip and into the money pouch.

What he had just done was a simple charm used to transfer large, and exact numbers of coins from one expanded pouch to another or a container. It made large transactions a lot easier, and reduced the required time needed to count coins for anything beyond small purchases. Thankfully the magic on each pouch would prevent anyone other than himself from doing so with a few simple security charms. It was also extremely convenient, as it only took him a second to hand over to Sharpfang a money pouch with 25,000 Galleons.

"There are 25,000 galleons here. 5600 for the cost of my new vault, and the rest to be deposited into said vault." he said to the Goblin who took the pouch and put it on a flat tile like device, before being satisfied at whatever it read out to him. Writing down some notation in the big book and putting the pouch into a drawer on his desk Sharpfang looked over to him.

"Before we leave to your new account manager, Gringotts will need a small sample of your blood for your new vault." Sharpfang said, handing over a small knife, and a tiny bowl. He took the knife and poked it hard into his thumb, and was rewarded with a small cut which he then used to put a few drops of blood into the bowl before the cut quickly healed over. Handing back the knife and bowl to the satisfied Goblin who put it in another drawer and stood up and led Hardian to the door.

"Please follow me to Account Manager Skullspliter, who will be your new personal manger." Sharpfang said as he led him out of the room and down a few hallways. There was not much to see inside Gringotts, at least in the public areas, as all the hallways were simple, but clean. It only took them a few minutes before they were outside a nice door with a plaque that read Skullspliter: Account Manager. Sharpfang knocked on the door before waiting for a call from inside to enter, before opening the door and directing him inside.

Inside the office he found it to be bigger than Sharpfang's but without as much going on. Seemed like Skullspliter was not in charge of many accounts yet, which made sense as he seemed to be a bit on the younger side. "Mr. Arnell if you would take a seat." Skullspliter asked in a far more polite tone than any Goblin he had interacted with yet. "I am to be your personal banker, and account manager. I will handle all of your needs when it comes to accessing your vaults, or utilizing any services Gringotts offers. Now what can I help you with?" the Goblin asked nicely, clearly giving him, his new client the benefit of the doubt with his nicer attitude. Obviously this younger Goblin wanted to start off on a good foot, and he certainly could asquence.

"Thank you. I need a few things done, but first I would like to see a list and price for any fees or for the general services I may request from Gringotts." he said to the Goblin getting a sharp toothed smile in return, as the being pulled out a booklet and passed it over. Most fees were straight fees for a service, and none of them jumped out as excessive, except for some of the percentage based fees which he may need to discuss later in the future. "These seem fine for now, some we may need to talk about in the future. I would like to make a 5 million Galleon deposit to start with." Hadrian said to the literal jaw dropping and wide eyed shock of the Goblin.

Sure he had just over 250 million Galleons on him, but he simply didn't feel like advertising that, even to Gringotts. The fact that the few things, his meal at The Leaky Cauldron, and the fees here being cheaper than he expected had also led him to believe that maybe a Galleon held far more value in this reality than his own. He was just not sure to be honest. However, it was awesome to see pure shock on a Goblin's face, before Skullspliter recovered.

"With a deposit of five million Galleons I can understand your desire for such a secure vault." Skullspliter said happily. "Do you have the Galleons on you, or will you require the services of a Goblin secure transport team?" the goblin asked nicely as he grabbed a small beautifully bound blue book from the side and opened it to the first page.

"I have the Galleons with me, will a money pouch do, or shall we head down and do a direct deposit?" he asked the Goblin, not knowing the procedure for large deposits.

"A money pouch will do fine." Skullspliter said as he watched Hadrian repeat the procedure he did with the Galleons earlier in Sharpfang's office. Only a few seconds later and another small cheap expanded money pouch was being handed over.

Skullspliter once again put the money pouch on a small square tile, before putting it into a drawer in his desk. He then wrote down on the book, making a notation of the deposit. "Now what else can we do for you today?"

"I will need a few things, and a few questions answered." he said before getting into the meat of his visit. So started his few hour long meeting with his new Goblin Account manager who seemed to grow friendlier as the meeting progressed as tons of stuff was discussed including plans to make loads of money in the future. Thankfully Skullspliter was bound to secrecy, and could not share any of his secrets pertaining to his activities, or even his investment ideas. Hadrian did leave quite a bit of information out, as he mainly shared some of his broader plans, such as investments in certain muggle companies.

It would not do for him to ignore investing in the muggle side of the world, when he had general knowledge of how the future will go over the next decade, and what companies will start to do really well. One sector in particular that held his interest in were computers and the tech industry that had been booming before he left his reality. Not that he wanted to start a tech company, because really his knowledge was only a dozen years in the future, and not that substantial to boot.

He did have a good idea of what companies to invest in though, some of which were not even created yet, such as Microsoft, and Apple. Skullspliter had been more than happy to help him with investing in the muggle world, and in fact by charter they were only allowed to do so through direct request of their clients, and were not even allowed to recommend doing so with clients without them bringing it up first. It was one of the many regulations and limitations the Ministry imposes on them, and only made him get a better understanding of their hate for most Wizards. One had to remember the Gringotts was truly its own country in nearly all the ways that mattered.

For now getting invested in Intel, and some of the other Hardware companies was something that Harry was going to direct his account Manager to do. From there he got his identity papers, including a few for the Wizarding side of things. Lastly was looking through the various properties that Gringotts had for sale or was acting as the proprietor for. It seemed many went through the Goblins for such things, as there was not really a magical realtor for the entire country.

He wanted a nice small place, and found one just outside London on a small acreage. It was a large house, but certainly not to the size of a manor or anything similar. From the description he was quite surprised as it sounded nearly perfect for his needs. Nice, secluded, however not too far from the center of things. It also had muggle services hooked up as it was previously owned by a successful muggle-born Wizard who had died in the last war.

The crazy thing was that it was only 16,000 Galleons which if Harry did his math right was about 112,000 pounds which was cheap for a property of this size even by muggle standards. It seemed for some reason the buying power of a Galleon was extremely high in this reality, he could not quite make sense of it.

After the property purchase he got the name of a really good solicitor, a person named Ted Tonks. He felt like having a lawyer on retainer going forward may be a good idea with how often things seemed to go wrong for him in the Wizarding world. He also had the goblins set up a mail ward up around him to redirect mail to them before they would send it on to him via special courier. This was done at a fee but ensured he would not get any hazardous mail being sent his way, and ensured mail sent to his new name would arrive without issue.

He wasn't really worried because magic usually helped deal with all those small issues more often than not. For example, one could send mail via owl to anyone usually simply with only their first name on the letter. There could be dozens, even hundreds with the same name, so how did the owl know where to go? Magic of course. Intentions behind what you want meant a lot when it came to magic. What this all meant for him was that he did not need to worry about receiving mail meant for Harry Potter, which was a relief.

Walking out of his three hour long meeting, with a credit card to use in both the muggle and Wizarding world and keys to his new property he left the bank. Who knew they could be so forward in some ways with regards to credit cards, and backwards in others like quills. That being said, not all wizard shops accepted Gringotts credit cards, some still only accepted bank drafts which he was also now carrying in his Mokeskin bag. Once outside he moved around a few shops to see if there was anything that truly piqued his interests, but found nothing that Dobby and he had not already prepared before coming to this reality.

Though once again he found items being cheaper, like a wand costing less than ten galleons. How could Ollivander even survive with making so little. It was not like there were hundreds of new students a year, and it was a rare occasion when a Wizard needed a replacement. Many Wizards, and Witches would go their whole lives with the same wand. So image making ten galleons for say thirty to fifty new students, and a generous estimate of twenty wand replacements. That was only 500-700 galleons a year, a small sum in his mind, and not that much to live off of, especially if you take into account that many wands were made with rare and EXPENSIVE materials.

Maybe there was some government subsidization or something for wands. That would make some sense in some way, but the Ministry of Magic making sense was certainly not the norm. However, he would not truly complain about his gold stashed in his trunk, and his pouch being worth more than he would have expected, even if the exchange rate with Pounds was the same being at around 7 Pounds per. Honestly there were some things he probably was never going to truly understand about the magical world.

He did enjoy the positive atmosphere that was present in the ally. The stores still closed down from the last war were noticeable as well, and it seemed that he could possibly take advantage of that in some way. For example, there only seemed to be a single Apothecary currently open, and it lacked quite a bit in general compared to those that had been around during his time getting ready for Hogwarts.

Moving down to the Owl Post, he quickly tossed a sickle to the proprietor after asking the cost to rent an owl for a letter. Taking the anonymous letter he had written earlier during his meeting with Skullspliter from his pouch he looked it over one last time. It was a letter he was going to send Amelia Bones who was the current Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She was still fairly new to the position, but he felt she would still be the person in the best position to help Sirius. Looking over the letter he read it one last time before sending it off.

Dear Madam Bones;

You may not know me, but I am sending this letter about what I perceive as a miscarriage in justice. During my studies about the particulars surrounding the ending of the last wizarding war for a book I have been in the works of writing, I came across some quite startling information. While I cannot share my sources, I can share some of the information passed on to me with you. I can also point you in the right direction to discovering more for yourself.

The information I was able to obtain was that Lord Sirius Black, accused Murder and Betrayer, was never given a trial. I call him accused because of my second bit of information I have been able to obtain which has caused me to doubt the veracity of the claims made against Lord Black. Mainly that he was witnessed undergoing the Godfather ritual with respect to one Harry Potter. Being Harry's godfather makes his supposed betrayal of the Potters and subsequently still being alive, all that more doubtful as one of those can not be true. I also gained information that before he allegedly blew up the muggle street killing many, he was arguing with another Wizard about them being the one who betrayed the Potters.

If you were to look for the trial transcripts, I imagine you can start to confirm some of my information I have given you. Regardless of Lord Blacks innocence or not, all people deserve to be given a fair trial, especially if Azkaban is the destination. I can understand how this could be seen as a stain on the ministry, and even the current administration as it was under their watch that a man not convicted of a crime has spent two years in Azkaban, without a trial.

Yours sincerely,

Hadrian Arnell.

General Wizard Practitioner, and Author.

Deciding that the letter was good enough, he simply put it in an envelope and attached it to the owl that was looking at him like he was a curiosity. Waving goodbye to the clerk, he walked out and activated the Portkey the goblins had supplied him for his new property. It was not everyday one got to see their new home they had just purchased, so even he was excited when the swirling ended and he was standing in front of the iron wrought gate.

It was a nice ten foot stone fence that seemed to surround his property, with a large gate that covered the driveway that connected to the road. Another nice surprise, as it had not advertised road access on the documents at Gringotts. Probably something they don't really care about that much, being magical in all. That did mean he could get his own car or motorbike if he wanted.

Walking inside he called out to Dobby who appeared beside him. "Dobby this is our new place, I will let you and the other Elves get it ready for us to live in. If there is anything you need help with or you guys don't know what to do with me, come get me, otherwise set it up like you would any of my residences. Also I will need a few Elves to help me set up a new ward scheme over the property as this one is simply not going to cut it." he said as he probes the weak and pathetic wards that surround the property with his magic. No wonder the previous occupant had not survived past the war.

He knew getting good wards required either lots of money or skill, but damn where they were just that bad. He would have to spend the first few days working on a new ward scheme and carving a new wardstone, as there was no point to working off the existing one. Thankfully he had all he needed in his trunk, and till the wards were set up he could simply sleep in his Manor Trunk. Not that he wouldn't do that anyways on the regular.

It took him nearly three day to secure wards around the property. He and the elves had worked hard, as he had them dig a massive hole for the wardstone, while also layering their own magic for him to tie into the stone for additional protections. Many people underestimated Elf magic, and he would use that to his advantage. He was using a fairly robust standard wardstone, nothing too special, but none the less powerful indeed. Once it was in place, he summoned a dagger to his hand from his pouch, one enchanted to be far sharper than normal that cut easily into his palm and he then stretched it over the hole dripping his blood onto the stone.

He could feel the draw on his magic almost immediately as the wardstone started to pull from him to power itself initially. He had decided to tie his blood into the stone because it would create far more potent protection, but would also kick start the wards far quicker than without. Unfortunately they would still take some time to charge and be at full strength if his calculations were correct, and they usually were. He had used a nearly two meter across wardstone, so it was understandable that it would take nearly two years for it to become fully saturated with magic. Often people used stones around a foot in size or even smaller to save costs.

The other bonus of blood tied wards, is they could be easily passed down in the family, and he would know from anywhere in the world if someone was attacking his wards, or if they had detected something. It made it so that even if he was far from home, he could detect an attack or break in.

During said time the other few dozen Elves Dobby had assigned to getting the house up to standard, had been renovating and decorating the entire thing. That of course was on top of all the landscaping they were doing to make it look even nicer than before. He was truly blessed by magic to have so many Elves that were as skilled as his were. It honestly blew him away with how many magical people ignored Elves as simply background help, to not be seen or heard from.

He had decided to stick with the granite, and shale stone that was under the property and used in the construction of the house. He also had the Elves use redwood for large beams to accent everything making a large home with a country house theme. There were six bedrooms, and six bathrooms throughout the house, with ample room for other entertainment activities. On top of that there was a brewing area in the basement, which he had the Elves install. It was exactly what he wanted, nice, elegant, but not too flashy.

During said remodeling, he had not heard back from Madam Bones, but that was to be expected. Honestly he didn't actually expect her to contact him unless she needed something from him directly, at least that is if his read on her personality was correct. Who he had heard back from was the few letters he had sent out via Dobby to some departments at the Ministry, and one store in Diagon Alley.

You see there were only a few ways to truly become 'official' in the Magical World, and one of them was to make a name for yourself in a field of magic. However many fields were already limited to those who already had a basic education in said field, IE Owls and Newts. Thankfully there were still a few that he could slot into without a formal education and the international dueling circuit was one of them.

That was why he had sent Dobby to the Dueling store in Diagon Alley to get information on when the next tournament would be held, as well as purchase a few books, and articles from the store he would need. He had learnt that he had another eight months before he could compete in the large yearly international tournament, well enough time to prepare himself. The second letter he had sent out was actually to the Educational Office branch office at the British Ministry.

The Educational Office was run by the International Confederation of Wizards, and was who officialized standard tests for Owls and Newts. They were also the one you contact if you want to take your Owls or Newts outside of the education system. Which was actually not that uncommon, as many witches and wizards still learnt through many traditional means, ie at home or from a master. Thankfully they held private exams every two months, so he booked himself in so he could take his Owls and Newts.

While he did not strictly need to do his Owls or Newts, they did help with opening some doors for later on. Especially if he wanted to become a master in some field, which would be almost required to open a more specialized store if he was so inclined. That being said, it was the dueling tournament that he was most concentrated on as it fit into his plans to help little Harry along a bit. While he was still waiting on the results of his possible Sirius solution, he could still plan to play a role and help Harry with Voldemort later on when he started at Hogwarts.

Hence why the dueling circuit will be helpful, as he may be able to use that as leverage to apply for a position at Hogwarts one of the years that Harry attends. However, it was all still up in the air, and he quite frankly enjoyed the idea of dueling skilled magicals, and winning. He did have a ton of magical knowledge under his belt, and more than enough power to back it up. All he needed was a bit of intensive training he would do over the next eight months. With that in mind he entered his new home and walked down to the basement where his extended training room was built and got to work.

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During the last eight months Hadrian had accomplished quite a bit. He had briefly done a bit of brush up for a week preceding his Owls and Newts exams, but mainly concentrated on honing his magical combat abilities. He practiced both with his wand, and without, as well as using various other weapons such as the Sword of Gryffindor he had brought with him.

One area he concentrated on was firing spells rapidly and accurately. He did not really enjoy the idea of spell chains, and instead relied on very little wand movements, and simply willed spells into being at the end of his wand. This basically allowed him to fire spells like semi-automatic rifle, he could even with a bit of effort mix up the spells ensuring any opponent was faced a literal storm of entirely different spells.

He enjoyed his practice and it also allowed him to stretch his magical legs, so to say. As he would push himself to his limits when training, and every time the next day those limits were harder to reach. His training was clearly paying off. Thankfully he had not embarrassed himself as he had taken and passed all his Owls, and Newts with perfect Outstandings. It would have been quite the fumble had he not done so with his near mastery of mind magic.

After his tests were done, he had started spending more and more time practicing potions and improving his already considerable skill in said field. There were a few reasons for him doing so, but he also found he quite enjoyed the practice. One of the reasons he had decided to choose potions was that his Elves seemed to need more and more work, and having them set up new ingredients farms was easy, cheap, and more importantly something they seemed to love doing.

The second was to make a big name for himself he needed to be active in more than one thing, and that was even more important if he wanted to have a voice in anything. He may be rich already, but if he did not actually have an impact on the economy, no one would truly care about his opinion. Or at least very few people would. So he decided to explore his initial idea about opening a new Apothecary in Diagon Alley further, and have his Elves help to boot.

The Elves would be able to do most of the work, except for maybe some of the more exacting brews. They could grow or raise any ingredients they would need in Trunk Farms to either stock their shelves for sales or for the potions they would brew and sell. Most people would not know that it was his Elves doing most of the brewing, as it would be under his name as the Potion Master who owned the business. That was why he was studying potions as he would need to become a potions master to have any chance of his new store succeeding. So whenever he was nearly magically exhausted from his combat training, he would practice brewing and study whatever he felt he needed to learn that week to keep progressing.

One of his favorite tricks he used when doing so was to take a book and quickly flip through the pages to save the book to memory. He would then later retreat into his mind palace where time passed at a faster rate to actually read the book and absorb whatever he wanted to learn from it. This allowed him to cover a lot more material than he would have been able to otherwise. Combined with the amazing help that his LIS was, and all the knowledge it contained his skills in potions increased markedly.

As the tournament approached, he sent Dobby with the 10 Galleon entry fee, and had been looking over the rules specific to this tournament. They were often slightly different in what was allowed and what was not, however they all followed basic international dueling standards for acceptable spells. Things that could change however were the rules, like whether one could have multiple wands, the type of dueling arena or if you could wear armour and such. This time around, no armour or enchanted clothing was allowed, and one could only have a single wand. It was what the dueling community liked to refer to as a limited dueling standard, where it was basically just a wizard or witch and his or her opponent's wand against each other.

He was honestly confident, maybe even a bit cocky, and felt ready, so as he left his home on the morning of before taking the international Portkey he had already acquired, being in a good mood smiling the entire time. This year's dueling tournament was in an out of the way location in France. There was supposedly to be a big tent setup to house the few thousands magicals that came out for the event. It was far more popular through the wireless though, and was one of the few major sporting events of the Wizarding world. However it was clearly not as popular as Quidditch.

When his Portkey finished he found himself standing on a grass hill, with a Tournament Official approaching. "Hadrian Arnell?" the heavily French accented voice asked in English.

"Yes, that would be me." he said in French, taking advantage of those Language Lozenges he found in the dueling store while poking around a few months ago. They were apparently considered expensive here, but 55 Galleons on average to gain a new language per night seemed like a bargain to him. So of course he had purchased every language they had, and had them order in the ones they didn't carry. It was honestly quite amazing as it both gave a basic understanding of all four areas of a language, understanding, ability to speak it, read it, and finally write it.

The only downside was basically a months worth of waking up with a small headache which went away when he started to actively sort his mind and added the language into his mind palace. So here he was able to speak over two dozen languages now.

"Oh, I did not think many of the British bothered learning French." the official said happily as he directed Harry towards an entrance of the massive tent that was setup in the middle of the field. Entering the tent he could feel the magic pass over him and knew that this was an expanded tent. His expectations were proven true when he walked in the large arena which held a long 50m by 10m dueling platform in the middle of stands with a few thousand fans already in their seats. "The tournament will start soon, and will be standard elimination until only one victor remains. Which means five rounds of elimination, as the number of participants is lower than usual this year," the official said as he showed Hadrian to a small changing room.

"How long till my first match?" he asked the official who was handing over some forms for him to sign.

"Should be about twenty minutes, myself or one of my colleagues will come and get you when the time is right. Is there anything you need beforehand?" the Official asked mostly it seemed as a courtesy. Hadrian waved him off and sat down to relax and center himself before his first match.

He thought through his strategy, and had already come to a few conclusions. One being he was going to use his Holly wand, and not the Death Stick, as it was good to keep a few secrets in reserve. The other was that he had zero plans to go excessively easy in any of his matches. He was going to come out of the gate to win in as few moves as possible, giving away the least about him as possible. So with his plan made he was ready for when the official arrived. They walked out of his room and made their way out to the main area and the stage. As he walked in the arena, the announcer was talking up a storm.

"Today we have a regular veteran of the last few tournaments, Steffen Ivanov who is looking to get in his first win this year!" the announcer shouted excitedly trying to get the crowd riled up, which honestly didn't seem needed as everyone already seemed to be excited about the matches that had happened so far. Taking his place on the stage the announcer had finally gotten to him. "And his opponent is a promising newcomer from the British Isles, one Hadrian Arnell. Being a new addition, he has many people excited to see his first public showing!" When the announcer was done the ref walked out onto the platform and spoke to both of them.

"Non lethal spells, and remember no banned curses!" the referee said before walking about and raising his wand. Both Hadrian and Steffen both watched the ref for the signal to start. As soon as some sparks came out of his wand Steffen had sent a disarming curse right at him, and was already in the motions raising a shield in defense for any counter attacks.

Unfortunately for Steffen he was against him, and he simply reflected the spell right back at the man, then sending a shield smasher, a spell designed to reduce the strength of shields, before casting an overpowered disarming charm. Steffen only barely avoided his own spell hitting him, before he got his shield up, only for it to shatter before the disarming spell came in right after it was hit by the shield breaking spell.

The entire duel was not in any way flashy as it was over in seconds as Steffon's wand flew through the air into Hadrian's hand as Steffen himself flew back off the stage as the overpowered spell smoked him straight in the chest. It was honestly exciting for him, even if it had only lasted a few seconds, and he could not wait for his next match.

"V.. Victory for Hadrian Arnell! What a stunning show of casting ability, and raw power. Did you see that basic disarming spell drill the rest of the way through Mr Ivanov's shield." the announcer yelled, as the ref raised Hadrian's arm in victory. After that his next few matches seemed to pass similarly, only with him having to resort to actually dodging on a few rare occasions.

It was the last match that was different, and actually required him to cast a few more spells as he was matched against someone skilled in using both transfiguration and charms in battle. The match had opened up with his opponent using a blasting curse to send up dust and create rumble, which she then used to transfigure dogs to attack him.

His own response was to simply jab his wand to clear the area with a wave of pure force, that launched the dust, rumble and newly transfigured dogs back at his opponent who was clearly not expecting such an attack. It had worked wonders as his opponent had not even had a chance to respond before she was hit smack in the face with Hadrian's stunner following behind the self-made dust cloud.

The victory was momentarily met with shock before everyone in the stands broke out into cheers, and the ref and announcer proclaimed his victory. He himself was a bit disappointed that this was all the competition he had faced this year, however he had been told it was a light year, so maybe the next one would be more of a challenge. He imagined now that he was a known variable people would practice some defenses against his methods. He also knew quite a few of the talented participants had either retired or died in the last war, so competition was lacking.

Winning was nothing amazing, he gained a certificate of victory, a medal, and trophy, as well as a prize of two hundred Galleons. Like he said not much but it was the first major step along the way of him finally being recognized in the wider magical world. By tomorrow, his name would be in most magical newspapers and he would be able to 'bank' on that name going forwards. He did not stay around for the celebrations and quickly made his way back to the Portkey area, and once out of range of the wards around the tent, he activated his portkey to return back to his home. When he arrived Dobby was there to greet him.

"Congratulations on your victory Master Harry. Not that I ever doubted you." Dobby said excitedly. "Will you be needing anything?"

"Just a good dinner and a drink my friend." he said as he went downstairs to check on a few potions he had been brewing. One of the criteria to becoming a potions master was inventing a potion of your own or improving substantially an existing one. This actually turned out to be quite easy for him once he decided to organize his potions study a bit more. This started really with him making the wild request of the LIS for a reaction table for potions ingredients after having a failure because of an obscure reaction of two rare potions ingredients interacting.

Colour him surprised when out came a decently incredibly detailed reaction table, along with a ton of different information for each ingredient. It seemed his LIS was working overtime combining the knowledge from the mountains of books held within, and gave him the most detailed potion ingredient reaction table he had ever seen. The concept itself of reaction tables was not really a thing in the magical world, and people relied more on learning from experience or remembering the obscure references rarely mentioned all throughout potions books than anything else. There was a reason it took time or extreme hard work to become a master of any magical field.

Thanks to his LIS he had exactly what he wanted, and this allowed him to reduce failure by an incredible margin. It also showed him really easy areas that he could improve his potion skills in, often simply by using specialized tools and methods of preparation for certain ingredients, or even replacing some parts of a recipe with a more suited ingredient. This led him to improve a number of existing potions, as well as finally getting progress made on potions he wanted to create.

One thing he felt that both the magical and muggle world were lacking in, was anything to truly help those who have had their brains damaged via a variety of means. Blunt force trauma to the head, and even something as simple as getting a concussion could be life altering for people. So he had been working on a potion to repair one's mind, both physically, and mentally. He had a few motivations in doing so, and one was to help out Neville who may still have the opportunity to grow up with his parents if he was successful in his endeavors. Something he never had, and something he couldn't give to this world's Harry either, so at least he could try and help Neville.

His progress was slow, but it was still coming along, and within a few more months he will have hopefully finished, and have what he wants to apply for his masters. His other improvements were something he was going to be keeping in house for now, as he could make good money off of them when he opened his shop and not have to worry about home brewers. The main breadwinner in his mind was the fact that through a bit of experimentation he was able to make several popular potion recipes not only not taste gross, but to actually taste good. Almost like a sweet fruit juice, or warm honey mead for some. That was going to be the biggest seller for him he expected, as potions notoriously tasted and smelled horrible. Most things would, if you were making them with frog brains...

Not everything in the last few months had gone well. It seemed the Minister of Magic, one Millicent Bagnold, was pushing back against Sirius getting a trial. However, that had been working till recently when the story broke in the Daily Prophet about the fact that a member of a prestigious magical family had been sent to jail without a trial at the order of the current minister and that she was trying to cover it up. He still laughed at the mayhem his little anonymous letter had caused, the fact that he had not actually mentioned Sirius Black by name, more than likely helped.

Either way the pressure had been too large and Sirius had gotten a trial. At which his innocence was easily proven with the use of Veritaserum. The fact that Sirius was Harry's godfather was also a well known fact of the case. However it was then that the Wizengamot had decided to revoke his possible chance of guardianship of Harry till Sirius spent a number of months healing his trauma from his exposure to Dementors at St. Mungo's. While he had been hoping to get young Harry out of the Dursleys as soon as possible, from what he remembers their treatment of him was not that bad for the first few years, and only worsened when schooling started.

So if Sirius was out and gained custody of Harry within a few years all things should be ok, but he really would have liked to have gotten his younger self in a loving home sooner rather than later. That was another reason for the potions he chose to base his masters on. With it, it could hopefully help Sirius with his dementor exposure, as well as with repairing damage he had done to his mind over his arguably hard life. A lot of people ignore the fact that both his parents and their friends were fighting a war at barely twenty years of age, and it was appalling how much crap Sirius had been through in his short life so far.

His thoughts were brought up short as green smoke billowed forth from the gold Cauldron he was working with, not a good sign. Assessing the situation, he quickly devised that he had used about 1/3 too much Milkweed in the brew, and/or that there may be some error in the method he was using to add it to the brew. Waving his wand to vanish the failed mess, he made a few notes in his potions journal, and started again.

Only two hours later as the potion finished he was rewarded with a light blue cloud billowing up from the potion and the aroma of blue raspberries. He quickly threw a few diagnosis spells at the potion to determine how stable it was, and was happy with the results. All that was left was to confirm the effects, which he will do a few test rats Dobby got for him in Diagon Alley.

Part of what he was looking for was seeing if there were any positive effects, but mainly to see if there were no negative side effects. Real results will have to be measured on human test subjects in the future. But he could imagine a number of uses for the potions, from minor damage like brain swelling, or concussions, to helping cure dementia or loss of memory with age. However first would be to ensure that none of the animals that took it died. Weird part was that it was not hard to get the rats to drink the potion, and required no switching into their stomachs, as they were happy to drink the 'juice' when put into dishes.

After a few days of House Elf supervision, and Harry spending his time reading and practicing, all that was observed from the rats was that few of the more elderly rats were more lively than before. No negative side effects so far, so it was now time to bring it to St Mungos for testing on someone in dire enough need to try an experimental potion on.

Getting a meeting was a lot easier than he expected, as they were excited to hear about a potion that helped in this area, and all it required was sending a letter to them via Dobby. So there he was walking into the non-patient entrance of St Mungo's to see a man who was in quite nice and functional robes waiting for him in the foyer. He approached the man he was hoping was Healer Smith.

"Healer Smith I presume?" he asked, getting a nod in return. "I am Hadrian Arnell, it is nice to meet you." he said, shaking the man's hand in introduction.

"As are we! It is not everyday we get new potions to try, nor new potions master hopefuls trying to get their masters with an outright new potion. Most choose to simply improve existing potions in some small way." The healer said as they walked through a few hallways into a medium sized medical room. "Now could you please describe the potion, the regiment, and what the expected effects are." said Healer Smith as he set up a sheet of apartment and a Dictaquil.

"Well it is a general mind healing potion, hopefully able to target both physical and mental instabilities and injuries in the brain. Further testing is required to determine healing regiments, however current animal testing show no negative side effects even after the potions has fully flushed through the test subjects system." Harry said to the healer who looked excited.

"Alright sounds exciting, now how many doses have you brought with you, and how do you want to test these? We will need one dose to test to ensure it is not poisonous first, and at least another for patient testing." Healer Smith said excitedly, clearly an enthusiast on the subject of medical advancements.

"Well I think we should get whichever patient you have to try a single small dose first and work our way up from there. You are the Healer so I will leave that up to you. However we should see results within minutes of the potions being administered." he told the healer as he took out the small potable potions case. He opened it up to show the dozen vials full of the light blue glowing potion.

"I will be back shortly after the testing is done." Healer Smith said grabbing the piece of parchment and the small case of potions. "For patient privacy, you will not be able to observe the tests. I hope that is fine?" the healer asked.

"That is alright, I will wait here for the results then. Please make sure you record them well, as I will be presenting it for my Masters accreditation." he told the healer who nodded before leaving the room.

It took nearly three hours before Healer Smith along with two other healers came into the room beaming, clearly excited. He didn't even need to ask, as he could already tell from their expressions that it had been a great success. Now to only see what the full results where, would multiple doses be needed, would the effects wear off? Hopefully not as the potion was designed for healing the mind permanently and not to be a temporary effect.

"Mr. Arnell I can not believe how quickly your potion showed results. Within minutes our patient who had been battling quite a severe case of memory loss, was able to gain her memories back. We stayed for a few more hours to ensure the results were not temporary, nor were there any side effects expressed so far. We are happy to say it was a success!" Healer Smith said while handing over the case of potions with ten remaining inside, and the large parchment that Hadrian quickly looked over.

It basically outlines exactly what was going on, and the Healers observations during their test with their patient, as well as some recordings from a few diagnostic spells cast by the healers. It also had three signatures from three different Healers that observed the process. It seemed they had listed various mind ailments they already believed the potion will be effective on, and others they wish to try it with. It was going to be just what he needed to get his accreditation, and the results were even better than he was hoping for.

"Mr. Arnell, I was hoping we would be able to discuss with you the possibility of St. Mungo's getting a regular supply of your new potions once you start general brewing. The sooner the better." one of the better dressed Healers said to him as he approached.

"Oh, I am sorry. Hadrian this is Healer Bulwark, he is the Head administrator in charge of acquisitions for the Hospital." Smith hurriedly started to introduce the man who had approached Hadrian. "And this is Healer Tonks." Smith said pointing to the black haired smartly dressed woman in the room. Tonks was also the name of the solicitor he was given by the Goblins, and the one he now had on retainer, not that he had been doing much for him till now. He wondered if there were any relations between Healer Tonks and his new solicitor.

"It is nice to meet you both." he said to the new additions. "To answer your question, I have not quite broken down the costs per potion yet, but I will be selling them in my shop I plan to open here in Diagon Alley. St Mungo's is more than welcome to purchase directly from us, at a considerable discount for bulk orders." he said, getting into his salesmen's boots. "If you can give me your information, I can contact you as soon as some become available, which should be within the month, but most likely in less time for St Mungo's." he said to all three Healers.

"Fascinating! We are always looking for new suppliers of potions, as our sources are limited these days. If the quality of the ones you presented today are any indication of those you will be selling, we will be happy to purchase from you given the right price." Bulwark said, clearly showing why he was in the position he was in. Not agreeing to anything till he knew the costs was Business 101 and not something everyone even bothered following.

The fact was, that he had zero idea what he should be charging for his potions, as prices were just so different here. Meaning he was going to have to do some major market research, and determine what a reasonable cost for a proprietary potion would be. He was also not sure how much of a demand there would be for them, so he would need to take that into account as well. He had a lot of work to do, but first he had to get his credentials.

"Well thank you Gentlemen, and you Healer Tonks, for taking the time today to test my potion and help me take a major step towards achieving my dreams." he said giving a small bow to them before putting everything into his pouch on his belt. "I must be going, as I have to prepare for my presentation in two days' time." he said while leaving the room to the farewells from the three Healers who quickly got into a heated discussion as he left.

Honestly getting his Potions Mastery was not too involved compared to say defending one's thesis when getting a doctorate in the muggle world. All he needed to do was have proof of his skills in developing potions, and proof of his own development of a new or improved potion, hence the potions journal. From there he simply had to have an existing Newt in the subject with at least a grade of an EE, and he would then gain master credentials. Of course there was also the 'large' fee of 250 Galleons one had to pay to make their presentation before three masters, regardless of their success.

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After making his quite short forty minute presentation at the potions guild just two days after his visit to St Mungo's, he was now Britain's newest Potions Masters. Now all that remained was for him to set up an acceptable apothecary, and to do so he had some research and a visit to Skullspliter to do first. Thankfully because he was such a large client, Skullspliter now exclusively handled his account and none others, so he did not even have to make a meeting, and could just do a drop in meeting as long as it was during normal business hours.

Though Gringotts was open 24/7, however certain services were only available between 8am and 5pm. He simply walked from the guild building tucked away down one of the side streets, to the main street and up the steps of Gringotts. Giving the Goblin on guard duty a head nod while passing he walked into the building before approaching the exclusive teller for large account holders. Who he was happily to be one of.

As he approached the Goblin stopped what he was doing and looked up. "What can I do for you, Wizard?" the goblin asked in the slightly nasally voice they had.

"Just here to see my Account Manager, Skullspliter." he said politely to the Goblin, who nodded in acceptance, before indicating off to the side to another Goblin to approach.

"This is Griphook, he will lead you to Skullspliter." the Goblin teller said going back to his work, and Hadrian followed the clearly younger Goblin. Thankfully it was only a short trip before he was sitting at the desk of his Account manager.

"I hear congratulations are in order over your victory in the dueling circuit this year." Skullspliter said happily. It was well known that Goblins respected those they deemed to be warriors or exceedingly powerful.

"They are, though competition this year was not exemplary." he said honestly. "On another note, I need your assistance in purchasing a large shop space for me to open an Apothecary and that also sells a few other things here in Diagon Alley. I just passed my Potions Masters exam before coming here today, and thought I might as well strike while the iron is hot." he said as he pulled out a copy of his new certificate from his pouch and handed it over to the Goblin.

Skullspliter looked intrigued, and looked over the parchment quickly before looking back up at him with a toothy smile. "I see, and do you have the other aspects of the business prepared?" asked the Goblin as he started to pull a few things outs of a number of his drawers as Hadrian answered.

"Yes, I already have a steady stream of ingredients, as well as the potion production process worked out. I have even worked on a number of improved versions of many common potions to sell in my store." he told the Goblin who was subtly excited at the prospects of the accounts he was managing to grow with the addition of a new healthy business enterprise.

"Good, Good, and there are a number of shops still barely open and still those closed down, all available for sale." Skullspliter said while sliding over a map of the Alley to him. There were dozens of shops marked in red for sale, and even six on the main thoroughfare of the Alley. However right away what caught his attention was three side by side properties available for purchase just a hundred meters from the alley entrance on the main street.

"What about these three?" he asked, pointing to the properties in question.

"Ah yes those three were heavily damaged in the last war, and still have not been repaired as the owners simply do not have the Galleons to do so. So they are looking to sell." Skullspliter said without much remorse. "We should be able to acquire them for a good price, but they would require significant rebuilding." the Goblin said while looking over some papers from another book.

"Would it be possible to tear them down entirely and build from scratch, and does Gringots know anyone who offers that service?" he asked his account manager, thinking about what he really wanted. A well organized large multi storey store, with a more modern look, easy access to goods, while giving ample storage area for stock of delicate ingredients or potions. It would also give him room to expand if needed. He liked the idea of having high volume goods on display and for customers to pick up, whereas sensitive and expensive items were stored behind the counter, or in the back waiting for customers to request them.

"Of course that would be possible, and Gringotts offers Goblin construction services for a fee, but it is very reasonable." Skullspliter said handing over another pamphlet on their construction services. It seemed the Goblins were prepared with a pamphlet for everything. It did kinda make sense that the Goblins offered their services in construction, even if he guessed it was not often chosen for mostly speciesist reasons. Fucking racists, or well in this case it was speciesism.

Honestly after looking the pamphlet over, the service was extremely flexible, with pre designed buildings up for offer, including them providing materials, all the way to them working with your designs and materials. The fees were also ultra cheap compared to the Muggle world, but that was to be expected with magic aiding in basically all areas of construction.

"This seems perfect. I will have my personal Elf deliver the designs for the shop I would like. Would you see to purchasing the properties? With that out of the way, how is my account balance looking?" he asked Skullspliter who finished writing a few things down before opening the main account ledger.

"Well things still look good, however liquid assets have shrunk quite a bit, down to 2.2 million Galleons since I started buying up some of the stocks as you directed." Skullspliter said looking at him. "We will need to either get another influx of gold if you wish to continue at this rate, or slow down on our purchasing rate of stocks till money starts coming in from your new business."

"Hmm no that won't do. I will just transfer some more gold into my account here at Gringotts. In fact I have been happy with the results so far and came to do so today while I discussed plans related to the shop." he said handing over a small money pouch he had prepared beforehand. "Inside is 25 million galleons." he said to the shock of Skullspliter as the Goblin gingerly took the bag and put it on his special tile like it was a precious baby. Hadrian could only chuckle on the inside as he imagined the reaction the Goblin would have to the other 226 million Galleons in his Manor Trunk and Mokeskin pouch.

"All looks to be in order, and I am extremely happy that you are pleased with the service you are receiving. I hope you have been happy with my skills so far, and don't wish to request a more senior account manager which would be your prerogative with such a large account now." Skullspliter asked clearly not too happy having to do so, but it probably was bank policy once an account got so big.

"I am quite happy with your services, and have no desire to change account managers." he replied, clearly relieving any unnecessary worries Skullspliter may have had. Honestly there was little chance he was going to change account managers, he liked Skullspliter and his younger age actually made him far more open to newer and unorthodox ideas. Which was basically most of what he was doing. In fact he was soon planning on opening a more general investment portfolio in the muggle and magical world for Skullspliter to manage. That was still a few years out though. "I will have those designs to you sometime tomorrow, till then." he said, giving the Goblin a nod in departure as he started going about his work at a fast pace.

As he was exiting the bank he was basically accosted by a young late twenties or early thirty blond woman who looked familiar to him, but he couldn't quite place her till she opened her mouth. "Mr. Arnell! Rita Skeeter, Independent Correspondent for the Daily Prophet. Can I have a moment of your time for an interview?" she asked quite nicely of him. He was a bit wary as he remembered her reputation during his time, which she would only now be developing.

"I will agree to an interview Miss Skeeter, if you would agree to a few conditions beforehand." he said to her as a small frown grew on her otherwise admittedly pretty face. "Nothing egregious, I only require your agreement not to use Quick-Quotes-Quil, nor misquote me or publish a negative article based on mistruths or framing in such a way to mislead readers. If you wish to write a negative article based in fact, I would not begrudge you that option. If these terms are acceptable, I will agree to give you exclusive interviews by request within reason, and you will be the first reporter I go to for anything I think the media should know." he said as they walked down the alley towards its entrance, Rita keeping up with him while contemplating his offer.

He used a quick probe of legilimency to see what she was thinking, and was not surprised to see that she didn't see any real downsides to agreeing. She simply thought she could always write whatever article she wanted, if she felt their relationship would not be fruitful in the future. That suited him just fine, as he was better off trying to at least work with the woman, rather than being subject to some of her famous hit pieces. The press can be a powerful tool when used correctly, or a dangerous factor if ignored.

"I see no reason to disagree. Would I also be able to reach you by owl in the future for quotes?" she asked him as they walked into the cauldron, the brick wall parting automatically for them as they approached it from the ally side. That was a nice feature and saved a weary Magical a bit of time.

"That is acceptable, but I may not be able to reply in a timely manner to all of them." he told the witch as they took a secluded table in the pub, and he took out his wand to cast a few privacy spells before waving over Tom. "Tom a butterbeer for myself and the lady." he said, handing the man a Galleon which would cover their tab for sometime. It was good to be rich.

"Right away Mr. Arnell." Tom said as he happily took the gold coin.

"Tom, I told you to call me Hadrian, Mr. Arnell makes me think of my late father." he told the man with a smile, and a bit of a fib.

"Alright I will remember for next time Hadrian. Two Butterbeers coming right up." he said as he walked off.

"If you want something else, you can order it on me. I just thought to order two Butterbeers so we can get this started." he told Rita who was observing him quietly across the table having gotten out a notepad, as well as a dicta quill and parchment.

"That is alright, I quite enjoy Butterbeer. Now Mr. Arnell." she said his name with a bit of an inflection and a small smile.

"You can call me Hadrian as well." he said with a smile in return interrupting her.

"Well then Hadrian, you are this year's International and Britain's newest dueling champion, how do you feel?" She asked him about the tournament he had recently returned from. He was honestly surprised this was the first reporter to show up to ask him about it, but he had left quite quickly at the end, and avoided questions since then.

"Glad that my hard work has not been for nothing, and it was a nice validation of my skill. It is quite hard to sometimes tell how you are progressing when you practice with magical dummies, or the same opponents over and over again." he told the reporter truthfully.

"Fascinating, I know my readers will be wondering, but where did you learn it all? I checked and you are not on the Hogwarts register, nor mentions in past editions of the Prophet." she asked him clearly looking for more detailed information.

"You are correct. I have never attended Hogwarts as a student, and was mostly homeschooled, combined with the fact that I am a rabid reader of books and researcher." he said with a smile, at the nearly entirely lie. However he was truthful in that he had taught himself quite a bit of his skills, while still borrowing heavily from Voldemort's memories.

"Incredible that you could reach such a level without any formal teaching. Do you have any tips for young aspiring duelists?" she asked him hitting questions all over the spectrum.

"Practice. It may seem too simple, and quite frankly boring, but without continuous practice you will never truly become a master in any subject." he said before continuing. "A shorter term goal may be to gain some skills in Occlumency, as a well organized mind is an asset in any duel or battle." he said while Skeeter was taking additional notes in her notepad while periodically looking up at him, but it was also easy to see her confusion over his mention of Occlumency.

"Now that you have your first championship under your belt, are you going to enter more tournaments, or stick to the larger yearly competitions?" she asked him before asking more questions not even waiting for the answers. "And will you start dueling full time going forward?" he smiled at her enthusiasm, as it seemed life had not quite made her as cynical as she would be in a dozen years.

"I plan to hit the world's championship each year, otherwise no. Dueling is more of a hobby for me, along with writing and teaching. However my main outlet currently has been working on getting my Potion Masters, which I am happy to say I received just today." he said with a big smile, not at all against bragging a bit and spreading his name around more. The fact that Rita's mouth dropped open in shock was another bonus. Being both an international champion duelist and holding a master in a subject at his age was nothing to scoff at.

"Wait, you are a potion master, on top of being a world dueling champion? And you are interested in teaching, are we going to have the next Filius Flitwick on our hands?" she asked him, not waiting for answers to her previous questions first before continuing. Obviously she was talking about the charms master who was also a former dueling champion or maybe he was still current, something that had Hadrian respecting the half Goblin quite a bit and was something he should look into more.

"I would not say we are the same, but I do admire the man, and his dedication to teaching," he answered. "but for now I am going to concentrate on opening my new Apothecary in Diagon Alley which I am sure you will learn more about in the near future. I am also writing a few books on my take on various subjects to help those wishing to improve their skills or simply learn something new." he said with a big smile hoping that a seed planted on his books will grow in Rita's mind to lead her to wanting to keep their relationship going, as he really did not want to have to deal with bad press.

"You are a man of many talents, Hadrian, and every answer you give only creates more questions. Can you tell me a bit about your personal life?" Rita asked him, trying to squeeze more out of this interview. He imagined she was getting fodder for many articles, as he knew she wrote for multiple publications in his time, and most likely now too with her being an independent correspondent.

"Well I live in a nice home just outside London. I come from an extremely private family, that is why not much is known about me. Unfortunately in the last war my remaining family members were caught in the crossfire of a battle and ended with me being the last living member of my family sadly. My mother was a muggleborn, so I have experience with the Muggle world, and my father was a pureblood wizard of many generations. Regardless, I prescribe little to blood purists doctrine, and more to the power an individual holds themselves. I enjoy combat magic, and that is what led me to dueling." he said as Rita got excited about his answers before she continued.

"I enjoy reading as I said before, however, I have found many books on all sorts of subjects to be lacking to say the least. So I hope to sometime in the next few years finish writing my own books on various subjects to allow future magical children have access to the best learning materials I can create. Other than that, most of my time is taken up with my potions mastery and experimentations." he finished happily, as none of those things were sensitive information he wanted to keep secret.

"Incredible, you seem to be so busy, and touching on so many subjects you put many Wizards and Witches to shame. Now for one of the most important questions my readers will be dying to know, is there a lucky witch in your life, and if so, what is her name?" Rita asked excitedly. From there it was another twenty minutes of any question Rita could think of before they both departed in good spirits. He took the floo home before he could be interpreted by other patrons as that conversation was more than enough for him for the day. No one would ever mistake him for an overly social person.

Once home from the bank he went and meditated to allow himself to use his mind palace to create the designs for his soon to be shop. He was going to build it to be three floors, each obviously expanded to the maximum. There would also be a secret basement and attic for possible later use. However one thing he was going to absolutely ensure was the entire shop's protection, straight from the ground up. He was going to have the Goblins carve runes and enchant every piece being added. It would give the building an incredible base strength all before the wards he was planning to install where activated.

The first floor of the shop would be almost entirely for his Apothecary, while the top two floors could be used for whatever he wished to sell in the future. On the main floor near the entrance would be a series of elevators and a set of stairs leading to the floors above. Half of the floor space was delegated to shelves with examples of products and other potions related items they were going to sell. On top of selling ingredients he was going to source cauldrons, potions sets, and individual knives and instruments needed to sell in his shop too. Surprisingly while there was a market for custom made artisanal potion knives, they were hardly ever carried by stores anywhere due to their slow rate of movement and high cost. Two things that he was not worried about.

Their ingredient wall would show examples of what they sold, however most of the actual ingredients were behind the counter in the store area where a sales assistant would need to retrieve them. This was to protect his ingredients from customer mishandling, as one key important thing to remember about potions is that the quality of the ingredients along with the brewers skill would dictate the quality and strength of the potion. For some potions the effects could be greatly increased by simply increasing the quality of ingredients used, all other things the same, others it mattered little but could produce a more stable concoction.

Therefore there was an in depth grading system his store was going to be using to grade ingredients, and price them according to their grade. This would give his customers a far more standardized experience, and those who don't need the pricey high grade ingredients could simply use the lower grade ones to get by on a budget. It would also ensure that standards at his store were maintained even if supplies of higher grades were not available. They would simply not have those grades for certain ingredients in stock in that case.

Thankfully he had his astoundingly huge number of 300+ House Elves even now working for the past months on producing mountains of potions ingredients, and potions themselves. They really seemed to love brewing, and picked it up extremely quickly. He found it funny that they often referred to it as medicinal cooking, and complained that Wizards and Witches had been holding out on this special form cooking from them.

In the future he would like to sell his and other books on one of the floors, but for now he simply would sell a sanitized and really simplified reaction table to his customers for a single Galleon each. It would not contain a lot of the information he would later put in a more detailed book, anything about illegal ingredients, or those ingredients that were not commonly used were also excluded. He had to keep some secrets to keep his business running smoothly. Otherwise it would provide the everyday brewer, and even a master, a good reference for when preparing their next potion, or experimenting on something new. In fact for that reason he had decided it would be included for free in all his Hogwarts potions kits they sold.

Part of the designs he was working on was choosing materials, which actually took him longer than he wanted to admit. It turned out he was a bit pickier than he thought when he had basically all the choices at his fingertips. After finishing his selections, he also wrote a letter asking Skullspliter to have someone hold a few job interviews so that he could hire a few sales assistants, and a store manager or two. Thankfully if he remembered correctly, and if this world was similar, which he suspected it was, then there should be dozens of muggleborns looking for jobs after having found out after graduation that their prospects were limited by snobby purebloods in positions of power.

Thankfully he didn't care about that, and offered good pay and benefits. So he should see quite a few applications and should not have a problem finding employees. All that was left was to source other products for his store, such as ladles, spoons, knives, cutting boards, burners, tongs, beakers, vials, cauldrons, and other pertinent potionneering supplies. Some of them were easy to produce, like simply buying silver, or pewter from Muggles with the help of his muggle identity, and then transfiguring them into desired shape.

A few things that needed to be magically inert were a bit more difficult, but all that required was him to send a small contract to a few special manufacturers in muggle London to produce them in their metalworks. It was kind of funny, because who better to make a magically inert utensil than Muggles, and the fact that it happened to be at a fraction of the cost of getting them done in the Wizarding world did not hurt at all for his bottom line.

Luckily there were not that many things to source, so he was easily able to hand it off to an Elf after he had organized all the purchases and accounts to make repurchases in the future. His Elves would then be responsible for stocking the store, while the sales clerks were there to sell stuff to his customers. All said he felt confident in his plans and it had taken him just five days since his interview to get it all ready; with only liberally abusing his mind palace a teeny tiny bit.

All that took was him entering his mind palace and using the extra time he gained there to figure out all the details in the designs and plans, before coming out and transcribing it onto paper. From there he added in a few details and used a number of spells to get everything on the designs just right, and of course there were spells to help with that. Magicals were lazy, and loved to make single use spells for all sorts of tasks.

He had sent his plans off to his solicitor as well to look over for any legal issues, and besides a few permits he had to pay for, there was only one issue. That was the fact that he had planned to accept both Galleons and Pounds, but that was quickly shot down, as stupidly there was a law against using any currency besides Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. It seemed that Ted Tonks, his lawyer, was happy to help him handle all the details, and point out when he was trying to unintentionally break the law.

The only interruption during the last few days was when his daily subscription to the Prophet came in with Rita's article about him. It was titled 'Wizarding Britain's New International Dueling Champion!'. He was at the table eating breakfast put together by Winky when the paper had arrived, and started to read it right away.

The article was still annoying to read for him as it included things like 'And ladies if you were wondering, Yes he's single.", and claims about his bachelor eligibility. The main picture was of him on the dueling platform putting down his fourth opponent with prejudice. Looping back and forth as his spell slammed into his opponent's chest, launching the man off the stage as he looked regal and powerful, his clothes billowing with his power he was giving off.

Otherwise it was factual and even went into detail about him also being a Potions Master, having just passed his exam. She was certainly playing him up and basically using him as a poster child as to why Magical Britain was superior to other magical dominions. He sighed at the unexpected direction she had taken, but at least it was better than being labeled as a love struck boy.

Honestly it was so stupid. Thankfully he would not need to give too many interviews as he planned to stay out of the spotlight at least for a month or so while his shop was being built, and if he was honest, he rarely went out. Till then he was going to go and brew a few more potions and send a set of his mind revitalizer, name pending, over to St Mungo's as they had requested a batch ASAP. He had decided after reviewing the ingredients to change 3 galleons 5 sickles per dose of the potion. This would allow him to make a tidy profit, while still making it accessible to a wider number of people. It was supposed to be one time dosage rather than something ongoing so he felt it was appropriately priced.

With those thoughts he got to dicing the various ingredients and simmering the water in his gold cauldron, his goto for high end potions. He had also installed a massive fumigator made from magic based on those he had seen in some big Muggle kitchens over top his entire brewing area. This ensured that potion fumes would not build up in the air or his hair, like they had in Snape's. He certainly did not want his nice beautiful hair all greasy like the vampire of the Slytherin Dungeons. With those happy thoughts and a smile on his face he got to brewing.

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Amelia was standing outside the open wrought iron gate to the house of the person who had caused her so much trouble over the last few months. It had all started when she had received a letter she had a hard time believing. She had even put it to the side and discarded it as another person trying to make trouble in the ministry and the courts. However it had nagged at her throughout the day till she had sent her secretary to get the trial transcripts.

Her anger was palpable when her secretary returned empty handed after hours of searching, which had her snatching up the letter and rereading what it had said. Her horror at the possibility of it being true had her taking action immediately. She sent orders to Scrimoger to go to Azkaban and transfer one Sirius Black to the secure holding cells here for questioning on an important matter. No one questioned her orders, as it was not that unusual for follow up questions to be asked in the wake of the last Wizarding War.

Once her prisoner had arrived it had not even taken ten minutes before he consented to the use of Veritaserum in the questioning and confirmed the truth of the letter. That was when truly her problems had started, as this was going to be a massive black mark on the Ministry and the current administration in general. Crouch, and Bagnold were going to see major flack from this, but she expected Dumbledoore to skirt his way out of being held responsible, as he always seemed to do when anything he was involved in managed to go pear shaped.

From there it had taken months for Sirius' release and subsequent transfer to St Mungo's to go through. The man had started to recover quickly once he was out of Azkaban, even if he was held for nearly a week in temporary holding cells. Once his trial had been finally called before the Wizamongots, and his innocence proven to all, her troubles had drastically reduced then. Not to say the ministers had, as there were already calls for her resignation, with support from the light, grey, and dark factions.

However what that had meant for her personally was that she could not trust some of her predecessors actions, or even some of her subordinates to follow procedure, so she had done a department wide audit to ensure that another person was not in prison without a trial. It has allowed her to find a few incompetents and ministry stooges in her force that she was able to remove. However all that meant was months and months of work for her, and the man responsible lived in the house in front of her.

Passing through the gate she felt the incredibly powerful wards pass over her, putting her a bit on edge as they seemed to judge her. To say she was shocked was an understatement, as the power she felt in those wards, was something she only expected to feel from centuries old magical homes who had specialized in protections for their homes. They honestly felt far more intimidating the Hogwarts wards felt to her once she learnt to feel them, even though they are supposed to be the most powerful in Britain.

Hadrian Arnell was one surprise after another. She had read an article in the Daily Prophet, another one in Witches Weekly, and done her own research on him to come to a few conclusions. Something she had found out when she gained access to his education records but was still not publicly known, was that he had gotten eight outstandings on his Newts which was just incredible. He did take his exams later in life than normal, with him being according to the records twenty-six at the time.

The real surprise was that he had some skills in alchemy on top of everything else, if his Newts were to go by. Apparently they had not even given the exam in sometime till he requested it. The subject was not offered as a core or elective subject at Hogwarts any longer and required students to do individual study to even take the test, or gain a master's from outside the school. That was why it was so rare, and made Amelia question even more the man she was about to meet.

As she was about to knock on the door it opened to a House Elf looking up to her in interest. She was surprised to see the Elf wearing what was clearly a nice uniform or suit. She had not ever seen any other Elves wearing clothes like this before, but could easily see the appeal. "Can I help you?" the Elf asked politely.

"Hello, I am Madam Bones, Director of the office of Magical Law Enforcement, and I have come to see if Mr. Arnell is available for a quick meeting." she asked politely, but a little stiffly back to the Elf. She had a reputation to maintain, and as the last bastion protecting the House of Bones, it was important that she not show weakness in public.

"Of course, let me show to the receiving room, and I will see if Master has time to see you." the Elf replied, showing her into the nice elegant home. It was not what she expected, as it seemed a far cry from most traditional Wizarding homes, and in fact seemed to have a large muggle influence on its décor. All that aside, it was really nicely done with wood and stone throughout, with nice hardwood floors. She had taken off her shoes when entering, as indicated by the Elf and she could see why. "I will go see if the Master can see you." the House Elf said before popping away.

She took a seat on one of the lounging chairs in the sitting room and waited on her host, in the meantime, she took the opportunity to learn what she could from his home. It honestly puzzled her, as she saw magical artifacts displayed nicely on shelves, as well as a few magical books, but then also saw what was clearly a large muggle picture of some long white and black pointy thing in the sky that seemed to have fire coming out of its base. Muggles were quite silly at times.

The furniture was nice, but not antique, with it being warm brown leather and wood. The small table in the middle of the seating area with drinks had a newspaper and few magazines on it. It clearly was lived in, but there was not much she could learn, other than that Mr. Arnell seemed to be well versed in both the Muggle and Magical worlds. Her thoughts were brought to a halt as the man in question walked into the room.

Her first thought was that the pictures in the newspaper didn't do him justice as he was simply gorgeous. Though she quickly scolded herself and schooled her thoughts into observing more important things than Hadrian's sexy body. God she needed to get out more on her time off if this is how distracted she got when seeing an attractive wizard. Hadrian was wearing some kind of suit robe combo that looked heavily enchanted, and was made from rich material, or so her discerning eye told her. However she could not make out the style, nor who had made it, making her question where he got it. Nothing about this man hinted towards revealing more information.

"Mr. Arnell." she said as she got up when he walked into the room. "Thank you for seeing me. I wanted to come by in person to thank you for bringing the miscarriage of justice that had befallen Lord Sirius Black to my attention." she said as she reached out her hand to take Hadrian's as he offered his to shake.

"It is my pleasure Madam Bones." Hadrian said smoothly, having taken her hand from their handshake to give it a small kiss of the back side. Her cheeks heated up a bit, but she would swear to anyone that it was just the heat in the room and nothing else. "Now beside expressing your well received gratitude is there anything I do for you?" he asked, indicating for her to take her seat again.

"Well I also wished to see our newest dueling champion, and see if you were at all interested in joining the Auror Force? We could use someone of your skills." she said honestly, but knowing he was going to turn it down, and was proven right.

"I am sorry, but I do not have any interest in that career direction. I prefer teaching than chasing down and apprehending criminals, and my brewing already takes up significant amounts of my time at the moment." Hadrian answered seemingly not lying to her. "Would you like anything to drink?" he asked her.

"I would not be opposed to tea." she said as a tea set appeared on the table between them just after she finished speaking. Oh how convenient and helpful House Elves were. Too bad they were often too hard to get your hands on, as most were in the employment of Hogwarts or older families. She had two Elves, but they were often quite busy just taking care of Bones Manor, and Susan while she was at work. Thinking of Susan made her both happy and sad, but at the same time proud at the progress her young niece was making.

"How do you take yours?" Hadrian asked, indicating the newly arrived tea set as he started to pour them both cuppas.

"One sugar is all." she answered while looking over the nice tea set. She could tell it was magical, as it was charmed to keep everything at perfect temperature. "You say you enjoy teaching, but do you take on students?" she asked him interested.

"Not at the moment, but in the future I may do so." Hadrian said. "Why do you have someone in mind?"

"Well I was just thinking about possibly getting my niece some potions practice before going off to Hogwarts. I have heard that the quality of potions education has taken a dip since Horrace Slugghorn left his position." she said as Hadrian took a sip from his tea and smiled.

"I don't think I would be opposed to teaching the basics to a few younger students, but as I said not for a few years yet, as I have a few other projects in mind to get done before then." Hadrian answered positively, even if it was only for in the future. She now seriously started to consider it. It would not hurt to get her niece some extra practice in, and if she learnt a few tricks from a dueling champion to protect herself at the same time, she would be extremely happy.

"I will certainly have to send you a letter in two years time to see if you are ready to accept a student, as I think it would be a great learning experience for my niece, though she is a bit young right now." Amelia said while thinking about cute little Susan only being 4 at the moment, so maybe she was jumping the wand to think about lessons already. They started to discuss a few more subjects where she started to get a better grasp of the man in front of her.

She certainly could not put him into either the light nor dark faction as he seemed to have quite the hatred for Voldemort that he poorly concealed. Well at least to her practiced eye. However at the same time he held some beliefs that would have clashed with the light side, with his dislike for some of the watered down books they had been producing for students of the late. All around, he seemed like a good person, and certainly knowledgeable about a number of subjects. Just perfect to teach her young ward some good life skills.

"Well thank you for having me today, but I must be off as my niece is waiting for me at home." she answered honestly. "I hope that we can meet in the future again?" she said suddenly to him as he escorted her to the door of his nice home. Surprising herself with the question.

"Certainly, just send me a letter, or floo, I am usually around here or my Elves can easily get in contact with me." he said, giving her a bit more information, being that he had multiple Elves. Not many had one let alone two, as they were hard to obtain, and most didn't give them up when they got them, even if some treated them worse than animals.

"You will hear from me sooner rather than later." she said with a smirk and departed from the Arnell home with a sway in her hips that she would swear was not there. Walking outside the property she almost sagged without the magic from the wards bolstering her. She had not even realized how concentrated the magic felt inside the wards, it was dense enough to act like an invigorating agent. That was quite the feat and made her think more about the home she just left. Something else to look into. With that last thought she Apparated away to see her niece.

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After a month his shop opened to quite a bit of success, as its new style and décor drew in many new customers. His prices, quality of products, and most importantly delicious taste of his potions brought them back. It got so bad that he had to start selling in bulk to other Apothecaries within just weeks, otherwise he would have put them out of business, and he did not even have the store space to handle that many customers. Magicals would and could travel far for their preferred store, was a lesson he learned quite thoroughly those first few weeks.

So he devised a system to sell at 85% of the cost of his retail price to other apothecaries or potion masters. This allowed them to sell his products in their store under his company's name, or produce their own potions at discounted prices by buying ingredients from him. He had decided on Arnell Products for his company's name or more commonly recognized by the stylized AP he has in front of his shop, just above the large solid wood banner that read Apothecary, with the other two below it still blank. People often just call it the AP-store.

His business was doing well and he now had a staff of seven employees, two of which were half bloods and the rest muggleborn. The rate his store was already bringing in money had Skullsplitter extremely excited, and he was even fielding inquiries about supplying abroad. However with the good comes the bad, which included a few dark sided families coming around to insist that he purchase certain ingredients from them, at a price they have decided on.

Sadly for them they were not happy with his response of basically telling them to fuck off. Their later attempt to torch his story front during one evening, which was amusing to read about in the newspaper the next morning, as their flame curses had rebounded back on them by the wards. One of them actually managed to get himself killed doing so, the other was badly burned. He could not quite recall, but he felt there was some award named after a scientist in the muggle world for people like this.

With his shop up and running, and his potion master title under his belt, his personal workload had decreased significantly, so he had started working on writing a few books over the coming years. First thing he did was abuse the LIS by asking for certain things from it, some of which it would end up actually providing. This meant he could ask for a beginners guide to learning a subject, and out would come a massive tome that would lead someone through their first two to three years of study at say Hogwarts.

Honestly while reading it he had wished he had known some of these things when he was a kid learning magic. It also focused more on honing the basics rather than memorizing a large number of specific spells. Simple things like learning how intent, imagination, will, and power all played into casting your spells, but mainly how those are referenced back to continuously throughout the book. It also explained how wand movements and incantation were simply structured crutches designed to allow for the easier casting of a spell and developing a feel for the magic in question. That was why wandless and silent casting was possible, but far more difficult to attain proficiency in.

Not that Hadrian didn't know all this, it was just that the way the book covered it and how it incorporated the concepts into learning the first spell Lumos, and how one's intent and imagination can drastically change the outcome of the spell. From a simple light at the end of your wand, to casting globes of light around the room, to sending a beam of light out of your wand to disorientate your foes. It was quite interesting and really opened people's eyes to the possibilities of magic beyond the simple descriptions most books had on a spell. He honestly was more shocked with how well his LIS was working at compiling information from so many books, it truly was his greatest creation so far.

So he copied many of the lessons that the LIS compiled with adding in ample amounts of his own experience, knowledge, and information specific to the here and now. He ended up with five volumes for the three core subjects, Charms, DADA, and Transfiguration, that covered the first three to four years of a witch or wizard's education. It had only taken him a month to finish all five with the help of his mind arts and the LIS. He had so much reference material, all easily accessible through the LIS, which super sped his writing speed. HIs LIS was turning out to be more impressive each and everyday, and hopefully his Hermione enjoyed her own he had prepared for her before leaving.

After he had finished the first five books, and had them transcribed down on paper, was where he started to run into problems. First he had to send them off to Ted for him to read through to ensure he had not accidently, again, included something illegal. After that he had to find a publisher, which after talking with Skullspliter and surprisingly Rita, he learned that the two magical publishers in Britain had certain rules on what they were and were not willing to publish.

Apparently you could lie all you want about someone or a subject, but there were some things they didn't want you to write about. Those being certain traditional magical topics related to pagan festivals, rituals, and magical significance of celestial events, even though it was partially still taught at Hogwarts. They also frowned upon publishing old spells that were not already in circulation. Ironically it was both a dark and light family working basically together to ensure certain information was not known to the masses made him crack up, even if for different reasons.

He could only guess at their motives, but they were both probably stupid and another reason he would not associate with either faction. Thankfully he was far more knowledgeable about the Muggle world, so it was not hard for him to spend about a million pounds to get a small scale but absolutely state of the art publishing facility built for him in London. It could only produce a single book at a time, but still when operating it would spit out hundreds of books an hour, bound and finished. It was also fairly easy to retool it for new books, easily done in a few hours.

This would be able to provide him with whatever printed materials he would need, mainly books, and he could simply sell his books himself and distribute them to any store that wished to carry them. It was not like he was not already intimately familiar with sending orders to other stores via owl post or House Elf delivery with his apothecary business booming, so books would actually be easier. He just found it amusing that annoying magical publishers basically forced him to expend a bit more effort to ensure 100% of the profits from the sales of his books stayed in his hands; well minus any retail store's share.

It also allowed for him to place his own magical security on his books to prevent magical coping. See the ones that already existed were ones that he was intimately familiar with, as he had to defeat them to allow for the LIS to function properly. Hence why he knew the existing ones were honestly not good enough. Originally he just thought oh well, a few skilled individuals may get free copies of his books, too bad, but now he could rectify that problem himself.

Now however he has the opportunity to use his own method he developed in an effort to come up with a way he himself could not circumvent. The way his process worked was that a special potion of his own design was brewed, it was actually an easy brew, which the sheets of paper that would make up the book where to then be soaked in the pearly white potion. Once they have been treated they will no longer be able to be targeted by most magics, preventing any form of magical coping. Sure someone could use conventional methods by going to the muggle world and photocopying, but that seemed like too much effort for a simple book copy.

The final touch was that the bindings and covers were not treated. This allowed for magic to still be used on the books, to say summon them by name or something else similar. It was a neat trick that ended up making his books unique in another way, and him more secure in his copyright. Once that was done he simply added Books For Sale sign to AP store and turned the second level into a bookstore where he exclusively sold his books, or books he endorsed, such as a few from Newt Scamander and other respected individuals in their fields.

His life over the following few years followed a similar vein, he wrote volumes 6-10 for his basic magic series which would give someone a Newt level education in charms, DADA, and transfiguration, as well as several other important magical skills. There were a few supplementary volumes as well, like a few on magical creatures and even a book on natural magical occurrences that could be dangerous to the unprepared. He also wrote a number of other books targeted at certain groups such as combat wizards, like a book called '21 Common Fatal Threats Found in The Magical and Muggle World'.

For his book series on potions it went in a similar vein to his others, except he included many slightly improved versions of standard potion recipes. Not his painstakingly developed good tasting potions, but still improvements from the basic standard recipes. There were also detailed steps, tricks for improving the quality of each potion, such and the most ideal cauldron and instruments, and what the minimum grade of ingredients one should use for this potion and their method of preparation. This also meant more people would want to buy ingredients at his store to ensure their quality, also to ensure that they were not overpaying by using good quality ingredients when they weren't needed.

They were certainly more detailed than the standard potions book, but this series which was 12 volumes included stuff all the way up to getting a master in potions. He enjoyed that act of writing and getting books finalized, because the LIS certainly could not do all the work. It was something he did while passing the time between increasing his magical training, as he found new and more interesting spells to try out all the time from preparing his books, or with his experimenting with potions. In the future he planned to explore other areas of magic even more in depth as well, but for now potions and the core subjects were good enough for him.

He also was growing a fierce reputation in the international circuit, having gone entirely undefeated since joining in his first year in this universe. In fact his winning streak was drawing in more competent competition which he could not complain about. Regardless he was fairly humble about it, and that seemed to have made him quite a few admirers across the pond. His own country loved to brag about his accomplishments though, as if they actually reflected on them. He usually kept out of it, and exclusively used Rita as his press contact.

It seemed his relationship with Rita was paying off, as nothing but good stories related to him had been coming from her. In fact, she loved getting his opinion on anything she could possibly stretch to be in his area of expertise. Now with his various series of books out that seemed to mean to her almost anything related to magic or muggles was his area of 'expertise'. Other than that she left him alone until he had a story for her.

His current life was nothing exciting, like having adventures to fight off monsters, but for the first time in his life he was truly enjoying himself. It didn't hurt that there had been news in the paper about Sirius Black winning custody of Harry Potter, and that both were now living together somewhere undisclosed. He expected it was the Black Townhouse. The whole situation really removed a huge burden from his shoulders, and now at least Harry will have a better life growing up. The other piece of great news was the fact that Neville's parents had ended up gaining their full faculties back after a series of doses of his Mind Restoration potion.

That had earned him another interview with Rita, where he also plugged his books once again. They were becoming more and more popular, if somewhat exclusive as they were only sold at the time in his shop. It had only taken a few months for other books stores to make requests for stock to carry as well, which he was more than happy to provide. Honestly he loved giving the middle finger to annoying magicals who felt they could strong arm him like those publishing companies.

Though he had a few people come around to try and threaten him into removing certain information from his books on more than one occasion. Even a ministry official had come requesting he do so, but had quickly fucked off after he had asked what law specifically said he had too, and where were the man's official orders in writing. Honestly the lengths certain groups seemed to be going to outlaw even a lot of the 'basic' information he was including in his books was incredible. It was not like he was really pushing the limits on topics or contents here.

A few of his series of books were super popular amongst the at home Witches, like the one targeting getting children prepared for their formal education before they hit 11. Or his one that taught ingredient preparation and basic potion brewing skills all combined in with cooking delicious food for the at home magical. It was designed to be a family activity done between at least one parent and one child, but easily expanded to include more or even the whole family. His book on helping a child learn proper English and math was also very popular with moms. He stayed well away from fiction and more on providing quality materials for any witch or wizard looking to learn a new skill.

The other major thing he continued to do was go and win each year at the world championship dueling tournament. His growing reputation was not unwarranted, having won 5 years running now, and seen as unstoppable with standard dueling spells and rules. He was going to soon retire whilst he was ahead, and start working on his runes and enchanting masteries instead. He had also promised Amelia, a close friend now, that he would take Susan and her friend on as part time students to prepare them for Hogwarts, and had been putting it off for a number of years.

He was not quite sure how that came about but he decided not to question it. Amelia would come by often for tea, and to relax at his place when she got some time off, she seemed to really like it here. She had also consulted with him on a number of cases where they needed a potions master and he obliged as it was not really a problem for him. It had only been once or twice a year so it took up little of his time. Usually only a part of a day each.

The first major event to break him out of his routine in years, was about six years after arriving in this reality, when he was in muggle London getting a few new suits made. This was mainly because his portfolio in the muggle world was growing quite large and so it was expected that he would show up to a few important events to make his presence known. It was during said trip for new formal wear that he ran into, of all people, Hermione and her parents walking down the street.

That made him honestly think back to how his best friend had described her childhood, and how her magic had put a bit of strain on their family because they didn't know how to deal with it. Add on the fact she herself was having trouble making friends due to her uniqueness, cough bossiness cough, made for one emotionally troubled kid. Thinking fast, he made a decision he was hoping he would not regret, as he walked up to the couple who took notice of him nearly right away as he got within a few meters of them.

They didn't look worried and stopped as he came in front of them and started talking. "Mr and Mrs?" he asked, leaving the question open. It was Hermione's father who he didn't know the name of who spoke first.

"Granger, Dan and Emma Granger. How may we help you sir?" Dan asked him quiet politely for having been interrupted on their stroll.

"I know this may come off as odd but I felt implored to speak to you." he said a bit honestly. "I hope this is not rude, but have you noticed anything strange that happened around your daughter you could not explain?" he asked, but he didn't even need to wait to see their answer, as their face told him everything. Neither did Hermonie's gasp hurt. "Ah I see I was right. If you would like to join me at that Café over there, I can explain what is going on to you." he said to them having read Dan's thoughts and was assured they would come, so he led the way over to the Café he pointed out.

They went into the coffee shop and took a table in the corner. He quickly waved his hand around and put up a muffliato to prevent people from listening into their conversation. He waved over the waiter and they all ordered drinks before getting into it.

"Now what I have to tell you is hard to believe, but please know I can prove it to you, just not here for few important reasons." he said, indicating around to all the witnesses. "I am a Wizard, and your daughter is a Witch. We were both born with the ability to do magic, and an untrained individual at times of emotional distress, or high intensity may perform what we call accidental magic." he said, indicating to Hermione who was looking and listening to him intently with wide eyes.

"You want us to believe magic is real? How would we not know anything about magic if it was real?" Emma asked hotly, but still kept her voice quiet.

"Well mostly because there are entire divisions of magicals whose entire job is to prevent word of us leaking to the mundane world or as we call it the Muggle world. The other part is, you already believe me a bit yourself, and have seen what your daughter has done with her gift. You need no real demonstration from me, but you can get one later, however for now I am here to answer your questions." he said to them.

"Well my first question is what is your name?" the slightly squeakier voice of Hermione asked, making him realize entirely that in all of his excitement, and quite frankly a small bit of panic, he had forgotten to introduce himself. He smiled down at the little girl who would grow into a smart young lady soon, and possible friend to his younger self.

"I see, I must apologize, I entirely forgot to introduce myself. I am Hadrian Arnell." he said nodding in official greetings to all three who were sitting across from him. He took a sip of his coffee, before fielding another question.

"You said there were more of you, and you make it sound like there is a magical government, is that true?" asked Dan excitedly, clearly already past the point of not believing in wizards, unlike his wife who was obviously still a bit skeptical.

"Yes governments, all across the world. Mind you not as many as there are muggle ones, but still a dozen or so large ones around the world, and a few more dozen smaller organizations." he answered honestly racking his brain for some of the information. "I cannot give you an exact number, but I would say between 30-50 million magicals live across the planet in a number of places, almost all in hidden locations."

"You said accidental magic happens to those untrained, how does Hermione go about getting training?" Emma asked, finally coming around a bit.

"Usually muggle-born children and their parents would be kept in the dark until their child was 11 unless something large occurred. At 11 they will receive a letter to attend Hogwarts or their local school from a teacher who would come and explain all this. Hogwarts, I know the name is absurd, is the premier school for witches and wizards, exclusive to those of the British Isles. Instead however, I could sense something was troubling your family when I passed by so I decided to do something that I admittedly should not have." he said honestly to them.

"Why shouldn't you have?" asked Hermione, clearly intrigued.

"There are laws, one called the Statutes of Secrecy, which make it illegal allowing muggles to find out about magic, and it comes with heavy punishments. However seeing as you are magical there is some leeway, but it is generally considered best leaving things alone until a muggleborn is 11 before informing them of the magical world." he said taking a sip of tea allowing the Grangers to digest what he was saying.

"I still don't understand why you chose to tell us." Emma said, still not entirely sold on him. "And why would magicals need to hide?"

"Well the simple answer to the second question is easy: The Witch Hunts of the 1600s and onwards. The second is more complicated, but I have seen the damage not knowing what is going on with your young magical child can do to a family. So when I saw an obviously muggle family with a magical child I felt compelled to at least give you three some basic information. Now do you have any more questions for me?" he asked, looking at all three using Legilimency to see he had finally convinced Emma, and Dan was already sold on the whole idea of magic and had been rubbing Hermione's back absentmindedly in his happiness.

"But that happened so long ago!" Hermione said, outraged in her adorable little girl way, still stuck on the witch burnings.

"Well magical beings are generally far longer lived than their non magical counterparts, Wizards and Witches too. This means there are many alive today who had grandparents that lived through those days. So they grew up with direct stories about the time, and the fear it created is still strong in many magicals, even if it is as you imply, a bit absurd this day and age. Either way there are still laws in place to protect the secret of the magical world with only select leaders in the muggle world in the know, like the Prime Minister." he said to the younger version of his friend. She bit her lip, and was thinking over what he was saying, and so were her parents.

"I would like to go back to an earlier question, how could we go about learning more about this world ourselves, and get Hermione some training or schooling. As I am sure she won't be able to sit still for the next few years if she can't learn some more about the subject." Dan said, bringing everyone's attention to the young girl who blushed in embarrassment as she had been basically bouncing in her seat in excitement.

"Well I can give you the address for the entrance to the magical shopping district in London where you should be able to learn a lot. Other than that, I am not sure what I can offer. I currently teach a friend's niece and her best friend some basics when it comes to magic, but most things are restricted from being taught, as they require a wand which one can only get at 11." he told the family in front of him thinking about it. "That being said my friend in question is in law enforcement so I am not sure if I could do any tutoring or lessons with that group in question without having to answer a few awkward questions." he said a bit sheepishly as he finally thought about that little snag.

"This shopping district, will we be able to find books there?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, Diagon Alley, has several book stores." he said sheepishly at the flabbergasted look of the Grangers at another stupid name. "There are a number of shops, but they only accept Wizarding currency, so you will have to first visit the bank there to do an exchange." he said explaining to the family about how to find the alley, get inside and find Gringotts. He also mentioned that Tom the bartender would be happy to help them get in.

"Thank you Mr. Arnell. It has been quite enlightening and I hope you won't mind if we go home and think this over, then possibly confirm some of this information. Is there a way we can get into contact with you?" Emma asked after they had finished up their conversation.

"Yes you can contact me at this number." he said handing over a nicely done business card, all in black with gold lettering. On the back was both a phone number, and business address.

"What is Arnell Products?" Dan asked, having accepted the business card from his wife who passed it over.

"It is my company I formed that has a shop in Diagon Alley, you could pop by if you wished. We carry a number of books written by myself and a few other more credible writers, as well as everything one could need related to potions, herbology, and brewing." he answered happily, pretty proud of his 'little' business.

"You have written books!" Hermione exclaimed to his answer.

"Yes a number of books, I am a certified potions Master, and have found many of the books available to be lacking. So I took it upon myself to write a series of books for novice and intermediate magic users for all the core subjects taught at Hogwarts, as well as some extended volumes related to potions up to a masters level." he said, sharing in Hermione's excitement over a good book.

"I have just recently started working on a few books on elective subjects. I would recommend you pick up a book on the Mind Arts at my shop, as it is an area of magic you can work on without a wand, and it will also help you control your outbursts of accidental magic. It comes with a number of other benefits, but I will leave that up to you to find out about through your own research and tell me the next time we meet." He said with a big smile while dropping two fifty pound notes on the table to cover their desserts and drinks. "I must be off, but remember to contact me if you have questions or if Hermione's needs help." he said happily and exchanged polite goodbyes with the Granger family.

As he walked out it seemed Hermione was already in deep conversation with her parents. If he knew her, she was most likely working on convincing her parents to go to Diagon Alley today, most like right now. He felt he knew her fairly well, and would hear from them sooner rather than later.

Looking around he saw nothing amiss and decided to get back to what he was doing, getting a few extremely nice suits made for him. Sometimes one was forced to come to muggle stores, and Hadrian often did for clothes as a magical world's fashion sense left a lot to be desired. Maybe it was just common sense in general.

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A/N: Well there is the first chapter, and all I have written for this story. Like I said I make no promises to return to this story, but hope you all enjoyed the read regardless.