Author's Note: Welcome to my eighth story which will be known as The Blood of the Lion. Now before we start, I'd like to say that this will be my first crack at making a Harry Potter story. With that being said, I hope I do well in making it an enjoyable read for all of you, so please be fair with your reviews and opinions of my story. So without anything left to say, let's get into the first chapter, and I will see you all in the End Chapter Note.
I don't own Harry Potter or all other associated works of J.K. Rowling
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'...' Character Thoughts
"§...§" Parseltongue, Speech, or Other Languages
"..." Spells, Charms, or any Other Magic
Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived, and the Start of a Very Fierce Lion
The Potters.
Students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Potioneer's.
Defenders of the Wizarding Realm.
Speakers of the Truth.
Black Sheep of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
Equals of the Entity of Death.
A very wealthy and powerful wizarding family of men and women too. Whose ancestral bloodline is revered as legendary to an unquestionable extent.
As they have used their bravery, nerve, and courage to explore new and uncharted territories of magic. Along with being very hard-working, just, and patient in the interests that they pursue in life.
While using a very good amount of their wit, learning, and wisdom to tackle very unfavorable odds in the face of both decisive and overwhelming failure.
And lastly being very decisive in their roles of leadership, alongside using an exceptionally substantial amount of cunning, resourcefulness to achieve their ambition.
Which of course has ultimately led to them having a proper place in the annals of history in both the Muggle and Wizarding world. Though most of the works and feats they have accomplished are mostly known amongst the wizarding community.
As their works in the muggle world never meant much to the more popular wizarding families that get more recognition for things that only concerned their realm of the world.
Though with how things will change due to a certain event happening on Halloween night, it's obvious that the Wizarding world will see a great shift in time.
As many have high hopes for the latest and only living scion of the family. Leaving some who knew the family well to believe that all of their works will eventually become known all throughout the realm of Wizardry.
Which is where our story begins…
- Privet Drive, November 1, 1981 -
A quiet night, with a very calm chill ever-present within the air.
That was what one could expect at this time of year. As everything on the suburban street of Privet Drive in the village of Little Whinging, in the county of Surrey was silent as could be expected at the time of midnight. Almost normal if one were to put in a certain way of speaking, as an owl was perched upon the sign that had the name of the street on it. Silently looking over everything in its sight of vision. As another owl came flying down in a silent swoop.
Leaving the wind to pick up for a moment, before disappearing as if it were not there altogether. While on the corner within the first owl's sight of vision sat a tabby cat, looking as if they were waiting for someone or something. As they narrowed their eyes for a moment upon feeling the change in the air. As an older gentleman had appeared on the corner not too far from where the tabby cat in question was positioned at.
So suddenly and so silently, almost in a way where most would assume he had just popped out of the ground or out of thin air. Though with this being said the older man in question had caused the tabby cat's tail to twitch with its eyes narrowing. As the tabby cat seemed to know exactly who this person was. Due to the older man's appearance being nothing like any of those it had ever seen on Privet Drive.
The older man was tall, thin, and very old-looking. Mainly if one were to judge the silver hair and beard, for which was so very long that they could be tucked into his belt. Which was accompanied by his blue eyes which were light, bright, and seemed to sparkle behind the half-moon spectacles with his nose being very long and crooked. Almost as if it had been broken at least twice from something that happened in his earlier life. Along with that, the older man was wearing long robes with a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots.
And this man's name...was Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
With that being said, Dumbledore didn't seem to notice the tabby cat continued to look at him with narrowed eyes. As he was currently rummaging through his cloak, looking for something that he was carrying on his person's. Until Dumbledore finally pulled out the item that he was looking for, an item that seemed akin to that of a silver cigarette lighter known as the Put-Outer. Now moving to flick it open, while at the same time holding it a bit up in the air above himself, before clicking it. Causing the nearby street light to go out with a pop, as the light source itself went into the device in which Dumbledore was holding.
Only to move onto the next light and the light after that. Until Dumbledore finally put out all twelve of the lights on the street, leaving the entire road in darkness. Only to hear the sound of the cat meowing not too far from where he was standing, as he went to slip the Put-Outer back inside his cloak. While at the same time, deciding to now let a smile grace his face as he looked at the tabby. Now deciding to walk a bit closer to the cat in order to speak to it with a purpose.
"I should have known you would be here." begins Dumbledore, before continuing to speak once more. "Professor McGonagall," says Dumbledore further, as he identified who the cat really was.
As the tabby itself had disappeared, and in its place stood a tall, and a rather severe-looking woman, who was currently looking distinctly ruffled. As she was wearing square glasses that matched the markings in which the tabby cat had around its eyes. She was also wearing an emerald green robe. While her black hair was drawn back into a tight bun.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." begins McGonagall, greeting the wizard as she walked over to meet him halfway, before speaking further. "If I may ask, how exactly did you know it was me?" asks McGonagall with folded arms, seeming to be waiting for an answer now.
"My dear Professor, never have I ever seen a cat sit so stiffly," says Dumbledore with a knowing smile.
Before he went to turn his body in order to calmly walk down the street, with McGonagall following right along next to him.
"You'd be stiff yourself if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," says McGonagall pointing this fact out, whilst letting a calm huff escape her lips. "And besides Albus, I didn't feel like celebrating like everyone else seems to be currently doing," says McGonagall with both a sharp look in her eyes and voice, which in turn caused Dumbledore to nod in understanding.
"Yes...it's very understandable." begins Dumbledore speaking gently, as he found the words coming to mind quickly. "Though you cannot blame them for throwing feasts and parties. Especially when you consider that we've had so precious little to celebrate for eleven years," says Dumbledore reminding his friend of this fact.
"I know that, but that's not a reason to lose our heads," says McGonagall with the frustration still present within her tone. "People are being downright careless and foolish. Out on the streets in broad daylight celebrating, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors," says McGonagall as she threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore.
Who in turn let out a breath of his own, as he knew this fact to be true. As bird-watchers earlier in the day everywhere had seemed to notice, and report that the nation's owls have been behaving unusually. When in truth the owls were sending messages out with a purpose. As the problem lied in the fact that the owls normally hunt at night, and are hardly ever seen in daylight. Which was the root of the problem, as there were hundreds of sightings of the birds flying in every direction since sunrise.
Leading to this to continue all over Great Britain, due to festivities breaking out all over in celebration of the end of a war that resulted in the deaths of many. And in doing so, their celebrations resulted in a night of large-scale breaches of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. Which was even defended by their country's Minister. Something that McGonagall thought was both reckless and wrong in many ways. As for Dumbledore, well he found it a bit acceptable due to the circumstances of a war like this.
As the man who- no, the thing which had lost its humanity, and had caused this war in the first place deserved the fate that they got. A thought for which came to Dumbledore's mind very frequently. Despite the war only ending just yesterday on the 31st of October. Though even still, he had his concerns revolving around what happened that night on the last day of October. Something for which he would investigate with both great care and great discretion.
"Now with that being said, I would like to know are the rumors true, Albus? The ones about both James...and Lily Potter?" asks McGonagall as she sounded more concerned for the latter of the two.
Which of course made Dumbledore let out a long sigh before he had to give McGonagall the answer.
"I'm afraid so, Professor." begins Dumbledore, before continuing further. "Both James and Lily Potter are dead. Slain at the hands of Voldemort," says Dumbledore bowing his head in the process.
While at the same time causing McGonagall to let out a gasp. As her shock had won out against the need to flinch upon hearing the last name. Leaving tears to start forming within her eyes.
"James and Lily...I can't believe it…I didn't want to believe it...Oh, Albus they truly are gone." says McGonagall holding her hands to her mouth, as the tears came down her cheeks.
Making Dumbledore move close in order to reach out, and pat her on the shoulder as he spoke.
"I know...I know…" says Dumbledore speaking heavily, as the only thing he could do was comfort his
"It's...it's just…I will never see them again," says McGonagall as she trembled in her words whilst softly sobbing. "Especially Lily...I'll...I will never see her again." says McGonagall as her voice trembles even more, as she was not even attempting to hold back her tears of grief any longer for the woman she was talking about.
Something for which Dumbledore could understand, as it seemed that McGonagall didn't want to accept the rumors were true. Though as of now, upon hearing the words come from Dumbledore, she now found it harder to even accept that Lily was gone. As Dumbledore came to realize well enough that McGonagall herself treated Lily Potter as if she were her own granddaughter in a sense of speaking.
And it was no secret to anyone, especially Dumbledore that even though McGonagall considered both of them her all-time favorites. Lily held the more special spot in her heart for years. And that fact was later proven further by the relationship they had into Lily's adulthood even after Lily had graduated from Hogwarts. So for McGonagall to hear that the young woman who she had cared about so much was no longer with the living, it only brought rightfully found sorrow.
"I know…" begins Dumbledore speaking with the same words in comfort. "Though not all is lost. The boy still lives," says Dumbledore revealing this bit of information to McGonagall.
Letting this sink into her mind, as she calmed down a bit upon hearing this from the man. Speaking only after she was able to dry her eyes.
"The boy? Do you mean little Harry? Their son?" asks McGonagall with hope present within her voice, as Dumbledore nodded.
"Yes, alive and well at that," says Dumbledore giving even further confirmation. "Hagrid is on his way. Bringing him here to us as we speak," says Dumbledore, speaking further to reveal this bit of information to the witch.
Now causing a bit of confusion upon hearing this from the man. Before coming to a quick conclusion with her widening just a bit.
"Albus you...you cannot mean to place him here! Of all the places you had to choose, it had to be here with them?" asks McGonagall in a growl, with her tone expressing her disgust for who she was speaking about.
"I have to Professor McGonagall, it's for the best at the moment. Until we can find better arrangements for him," says Dumbledore with a calm tone of voice, as his expression was that of a small frown.
"So, you would condemn him to live with these people until he's able to come to Hogwarts? They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable," asks McGonagall with narrowed eyes, sounding very displeased with her colleague.
"I've condemned no one, Professor McGonagall," says Dumbledore, before continuing further. "As there is more to the situation on why he is being placed here. Alongside that, we still have a lot of work ahead of us to restore the damage from this war. So I will say it once again, that this is the best that we can do for now." says Dumbledore being steadfast on the topic.
"This isn't the best place for Harry to live, even with the blood wards. This place at best will be something akin to prison for him if he isn't rebellious when he's older, and you know it," says McGonagall speaking with a more focused and serious expression on her face.
"I know nothing of the sort," says Dumbledore, being short with his answer.
"Just how you know nothing of Lily's sister, Petunia being nothing but an unprincipled, spiteful, cruel, and jealous little creature of a woman," says McGonagall responding with a fact of her own, as the disgust and distaste came rolling off her tongue.
"We have no choice, Minerva," says Dumbledore with a more hardened expression accompanied by his voice being raised just a bit, as he sounded more adamant on the decision.
"There is always a choice, Albus!" says McGonagall raising her voice in return, but a bit louder.
Leaving silence to reign in over the two for a few seconds. Giving themselves a bit of time to calm down. Before McGonagall spoke once again in order to stop Dumbledore from having a chance to do so first on his part.
"I have stood at your side for many years, Albus. Years." begins McGonagall, making sure to put emphasis on how long she had known the man. "And in all this time, I have never had to display such protests and objections so adamantly until now," says McGonagall, leaving Albus silent as he continued to listen. "I will not stand by, bite my tongue, and allow you to let Harry grow up without even learning about our world or any sense of being around magic when it is his right," says McGonagall with finality in her voice.
"He won't be ignorant of our world, just placed away from it for a few years," says Dumbledore, speaking calmly once more.
"There are both one and the same. How is that any different?" asks McGonagall, sounding surprised by such an answer.
"I am performing my sworn duty as the leader of the Order." begins Dumbledore, deciding to make his other reason for doing so. "By placing Harry with his relatives, he'll be safe and kept from harm," says Dumbledore, speaking with a nod of self-agreement for both his words and actions.
"No, don't use words like "sworn duty" with me Albus, not when it comes to an infant-like Harry," says McGonagall with her eyes narrowing. "Especially when we both know he won't be entirely safe here with these people, and only will be to a small extent," says McGonagall, not even bothering to allow any form of sugarcoating.
"No, he'll be safe and kept from harm," says Dumbledore, a bit more firmly with his warm tone disappearing to become hard as cold steel.
Causing another bout of silence to reign in over the two once more. Making McGonagall let out a sigh of exasperation before she decides to take another route.
"Even if he is safe and kept from harm like you say he will be." begins McGonagall with the doubt clear in her tone of voice on that front. "How do you think the Ministry or the Wizarding world for that matter will react when they find out Harry wasn't properly educated?" asks McGonagall, throwing out this possibility with open arms. "They won't be looking at me Albus, but you. As it was your decision to place Harry here with Petunia, considering I've been objecting to the act," says McGonagall, pointing this out while reminding Dumbledore of her feelings on the matter.
"I am well aware of this if it should come to that," says Dumbledore nodding his head with calmness in his tone.
"What happens when the Ministry comes crashing down on you like they've done so many times in the past?" asks McGonagall, continuing to speak. "How will you slip out of it all? How will you be able to get out of a fight on multiple fronts?" asks McGonagall, speaking with an expression filled with doubt for how Dumbledore could do it. "The Wizengamot...? The British Minister of Magic...? The DMLE whose willing to come after anyone, popular or otherwise, even the Minister himself." says McGonagall, finishing her point on who would be coming at him.
"What happens if I agree to a compromise with you?" asks Dumbledore, deciding to see where this would go if he actually agreed to do so.
"You'll continue to keep me at your side," says McGonagall in a haste, speaking with firmness in her voice.
Causing Dumbledore to look at McGonagall for a few moments. Shock evidently present in both his eyes and facial expression for only a mere moment. The reason being that Dumbledore never expected to hear this from McGonagall of all the people. Due to the fact that they both not only knew each other for a good majority of their lives because of their work but also because they had developed a foundation built on enduring mutual esteem, which came next to a very close friendship over time. Something which has lasted for a rather long period of time now.
So to see all of that at risk due to their discussion about Harry's place of living for the next few years had actually brought some very warranted shock. Minerva McGonagall was one of the few people he could rely on. Which is why Dumbledore decided to keep his mouth shut and continue listening to what she had to say.
"I know I won't be able to change your mind on placing Harry somewhere else." begins McGonagall, making the wizard aware that she knew this. "So instead I'll continue helping you as best I can. Only if you help Harry discreetly learn everything about both magic, and the ways of our world, so that he does not walk in blind," says McGonagall in a calm tone of voice, while making her soft demands known.
"Done," says Dumbledore with an immediate answer, agreeing to the soft demands of McGonagall on the spot.
Something for which surprises her in turn, as he continued speaking.
"As he grows up and when he first conjures accidental magic, Harry will get our help. He'll be prepared. I'll allow you to even help Harry prepare for our world, but only from a distance for the time being." says Dumbledore, speaking to laying out how he wants it done, as he put emphasis on the part about keeping her distance. "And in return, you will continue to help me as best you can, as you always have. Considering I will need your help now more than ever," says Dumbledore, deciding to also now make what he wants from all of this clear.
Leaving McGonagall to lean back in silence, as she knew Dumbledore would want something from all of this. Though on the other hand she was satisfied Harry would be getting the necessary help that he would surely need.
"You have my word," says McGonagall with a nod to the man in front of her.
"And you have mine," says Dumbledore, returning the same courtesy to the witch with a nod of his own.
As the both of them had decided to now continue walking towards the house that they were originally there for.
"Now with that out of the way, how is Harry getting here?" asks McGonagall, while at the same time eyeing Dumbledore's cloak, making the man let out a small chuckle.
"I'm actually quite unsure myself, Professor," says Dumbledore with a small smile, as he gave her his answer.
"Then do you really think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" asks McGonagall, sounding a bit worried about this.
"Ah Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life," says Dumbledore, having full confidence in the individual bringing Harry.
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," begins McGonagall grudgingly. "But you can pretend that he's not careless. He does tend to…what is that?" asks McGonagall, abruptly changing the subject on the individual in question.
As she began to hear the sound of low rumbling break the silence around both herself and Dumbledore. Only for it to grow steadily louder as they looked both up, and down the street for some sign of headlights. Before the sound of the rumbling swelled to a roar, as they both looked up to the sky. Now looking to see a huge motorcycle that was descending out of the air, before landing on the ground safely in front of them.
And if the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing compared to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal person and at least five times as wide, which gave off the appearance of simply being too big to be allowed. Having wild long tangles of bushy black hair and a beard that hid most of his face. Leaving his hands to look the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. Though in his vast, muscular arms he was holding a small bundle of blankets.
"Hagrid, at last," says Dumbledore, greeting the man.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir, Professor McGonagall," says Hagrid, greeting the two as he got off the motorcycle.
"Exactly where did you get that motorcycle?" asks McGonagall, curious as to where the man got it from.
"Borrowed it, Professor McGonagall, ma'am." begins Hagrid, as began walking over to the two. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me," says Hagrid, being a bit more clear with his answer.
"No problems I trust, Hagrid?" asks Dumbledore.
"No, sir. The house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around," says Hagrid, explaining this as he began to hand over the bundle. "He fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. So I tried not to wake him," says Hagrid, as he finally let the bundle out of his hands upon handing it over to Dumbledore.
As the two Professors looked over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead, they could see a curiously sharp cut, like a bolt of lightning. Which surprised McGonagall upon seeing it.
"Is that where...?" asks McGonagall in a whisper
"Yes," says Dumbledore, answering the trailed-off question, before continuing further. "He'll have that scar forever," says Dumbledore whilst looking over it a bit more.
"Couldn't you do something about it, Albus?" asks McGonagall while looking over Harry's sleeping form.
"Even if I could, I wouldn't," says Dumbledore admitting this. "Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground," says Dumbledore, speaking about his own scar, confusing McGonagall a bit as the man turned to Hagrid. "Well Hagrid, would you like to say your goodbyes?" asks Dumbledore, only to be met with Hagrid shaking his head.
"No, sir. I already said mine to him, as we touched the ground," says Hagrid with a sigh, causing Dumbledore to nod.
"I would like to hold him," says McGonagall with her hands out, making Dumbledore look over with a nod before speaking.
"Very well," says Dumbledore, before moving to hand Harry over.
Leaving McGonagall to graciously accept the bundle. Now looking over the boy a bit more with watery eyes, as she went to walk with the boy in her arms with Dumbledore a step behind her. Stepping over the low garden wall, and walking up to the front door.
"You know I still don't approve of leaving Harry here with them, right Albus?" asks McGonagall, as her voice was low and calm.
"So you've reminded me," says Dumbledore with a nod.
"And will continue to do so...that much is certain," says McGonagall with her voice trembling for a moment, as she sniffled just a bit. "He'll be famous, you know? There won't be a single child in our world who doesn't know his name," says McGonagall, admitting a fact that would surely come to pass.
"Exactly," says Dumbledore in a quick, but calm manner. "He's far better off growing up away from all of that for the time being. Which is why he must be prepared, just like you wanted," says Dumbledore, reminding the witch that not all was lost.
Leaving McGonagall to nod, as she went to kiss Harry's forehead and hold him close one last time. Before gently laying Harry down on the doorstep. Whilst now deciding to apply magic that would keep him warm in the chilly air of the night. As Dumbledore took out a letter from his cloak and went to tuck it inside Harry's blankets. Now walking away with McGonagall to stand near Hagrid.
Looking over the small bundle for a minute, as Hagrid's shoulders shook. Professor McGonagall's eyes blinked furiously to stop her tears from falling, as she still didn't want to leave the boy with his relatives. As for Dumbledore, the light that usually shone had seemed to go out.
"Well, that's that." begins Dumbledore, finally speaking again. "We should leave now. We've no business staying here any longer. Might as well go and join in on the celebrations." says Dumbledore, turning his body in order to walk away.
"Yeah, I'd better get this bike away too," says Hagrid, as he went to get back on it. "G'night, Professor McGonagall...Professor Dumbledore, sir," says Hagrid as he wiped away the tears in his eyes.
"There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all," says Dumbledore, trying to cheer the man up a bit.
As Hagrid nodded, before finally kicking the engine to life; it rose into the air and off into the night. Leaving Dumbledore and McGonagall alone on the street once again, as they had not that long ago.
"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," says Dumbledore, whilst he went on to nod to her.
Making McGonagall nod in reply, as she went on to blow her nose. Making her move to walk away and disappear into the night, but not before looking back at the bundle of Harry one last time with a thought of her own.
'Don't worry, Lily. I'll watch over him as best I can. That much I promise you.' thought McGonagall, as she turned to leave.
Now Gone from sight, as Dumbledore himself walked back down the street. Stopping at the corner, and taking out the Put-Outer. He clicked it once more, and twelve balls of light sped back to their original street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed with sudden orange. As he could now make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. Only to turn in order to just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four one last time.
"Good luck, Harry," says Dumbledore, murmuring one last time.
Before deciding to walk himself back through the tree line once again, but not before speaking one word.
"Fawkes," says Dumbledore, speaking once by calling out into the night.
Which led to a large bird of crimson feathers, and a golden tail as long as a peacock's own to come swooping down to fly close to him. As the bird was roughly the size of a swan. With its claws and beak gleaming gold, with the latter being long, as its eyes were black. As the scarlet body of feathers glowed faintly in the darkness, while the golden tail feathers seemed hot to the touch.
This was Albus Dumbledore's pet and familiar in the form of a Phoenix, named Fawkes.
"My old friend, I'm gonna need your help more than ever." begins Dumbledore, getting straight to the point. "As Harry grows, I would like you to assist in helping him from a distance when I, nor Professor McGonagall have time to do so. Do what you can, but don't let yourself be seen by anyone," says Dumbledore, giving his orders to the Phoenix.
Who in turn, listened intently and nodded through it all. Before deciding to disappear in a small flash of flames. Leaving Dumbledore to walk alone once again, as he was thinking over his decision to leave Harry with his relatives here at Privet Drive. Mulling over all of the words Professor McGonagall spoke, and how strongly she protested the choice.
Defending Harry like a lioness to her cubs, just how she was with both James and Lily. Mainly of Lily when she was alive, and now of Harry, the young woman's son. Which is why he had one thought on the matter.
'I hope I'm making the right choice here. Just please for once, let this be the right choice I make.' thought Dumbledore, seeming a bit worried. 'I didn't trust the Wizengamot with where Harry should go. Nor do I trust that all of the Death Eaters will be rounded up, and placed in Azkaban. And to make matters worse, the one place where he's truly safe had to be with Lily's magic hating sister.' thought Dumbledore mulling over his reasons, as he let out a sigh of both stress and exasperation.
Stopping once again to now look up to the sky with a calm expression on his face. As the wind blew, and the leaves tousled and turned in the cold air of the night. Leaving Dumbledore to have one final thought.
'Right now, there is just too much of a grey area to be certain of anything. So the best we can do is prepare.' thought Dumbledore with his expression becoming calmly serious, as his thought process had now calmed in the same manner by just a bit.
Leaving the older gentleman to make his way out of sight, before disappearing altogether. As a breeze ruffled the trees at the edge of the road, alongside the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which laid silent and tidy under the inky sky. The very place most people would expect astonishing things to happen.
Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. With one small hand closed on the letter beside him as he slept on peacefully, not knowing yet that he was special. Not knowing he was famous, or from a strong bloodline in both the Wizarding and Muggle world.
Never knowing that he would be woken in a few hours' time by his Aunt, as she would come to open the door in order to put out the empty milk bottles. Never know that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded, and pestered by his cousin known as Dudley…
He wouldn't know for some time that at this very moment that people were meeting in secret. All over the country were people that were now holding up their glasses, some drinking secret toast to his health. Many others, on the other hand, holding up their glasses in secret too, and saying in hushed voices:
"To Hadrianus James Leo Aquila Ophiuchus Linfred Aurelius Potter a.k.a. Hadrian or Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived!"
My tale begins as all legendary tales do…
Small...but with a promise.
Leaving there to be much room for growth, and much to be gained all the same.
As all heroes tales begin like so…
Though I like to think of myself, not as a hero…
...but more so just someone trying to do the right thing.
Doing everything within my power to ensure others do not suffer...
And to destroy those that only want to ensure further suffering.
Hence why I am a hunter.
Hence why I have the blood of hunters, and warriors flowing through my veins.
After all…
I am...
The Blood of the Lion
Done!, good, bad, don't like it that's on you. So yes, you've seen the changes here. Alongside that Harry will be getting a bit of help, as to not be ignorant of the Wizarding world when he returns to it and goes to Hogwarts.
Alongside this, I have plans for Harry's character in the story, and how I'll both change him, and keep him a bit the same. Harry will be both powerful, and serious. And will have a relationship with more than one girl, so if you don't like it then leave.
As for how the story goes for a few ground rules. Firstly, there will be no bashing at all. The reason for this is because personally, that's just not how I roll.
Secondly, the trio will also be the same but slightly altered. I also want to add more people to Harry's inner circle group of friends from the other Hogwarts Houses to help with the trio's dynamic. Neville being one of them. While at the same time, expanding Harry's Inner Circle group of friends.
So with this being said, that is all I have to say as I'd rather write and work it out as I go. Though that doesn't mean some sort of planning beforehand. So without anything else to say, please review and I'll see you all for the next chapter.