Disclaimer:
I do not own the characters of Harry Potter, these belong to that wonderful author JK Rowling and the various publishing companies used to publish her works. I am however borrowing them, no not to make money but for fun and fun only.
Summary:
Harry and Hadrian Potter were declared the boys who lived and sent to their aunt and uncles house. Harry runs away at seven when the abuse against him turns deadly and is adopted by a friendly family of dentists . All is well until he gets his Hogwarts Letter.
There will be mentions of child abuse, Hadrian is a liar and with Dudley backing him up Harry had no chance. At the age of six he runs away and is believed dead by the Dursleys. He changes his name and is adopted by the Grangers. The Potters died when the boys were three so Harry remembers magic, this will become important when he gets his Hogwarts letter.
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Chapter One: Two Letters:
Harry Evans Granger lay on his bed reading The Hobbit or There and Back Again deeply engrossed in his book. He was a healthy boy, thin and average height for his eleven years. He had tanned skin, an unruly mop of black hair and green eyes. He was a handsome boy with only a long scar that started at his hairline, traveled down his face over his nose and to his chin that had faded with time. He had got his scar long before he had been adopted by the Grangers when he lived in hell. He did not like remembering hell, suffice to say he was the scapegoat of everyone in that place, his aunt, uncle, cousin and worst of all his brother. If he had not saved the life of a student from drowning he would never had got away. Everyone had believed him drowned and dead and he thought he was too, until he woke in hospital unrecognized as Harry Potter. When asked his name he said it was Harry Evans and that he had no family, there was no way he was going back to hell.
His adoptive parents had at first fostered him, the first six months were hard for all, he was a shy boy and skittish as a wild horse. He finally had opened up and when he was adopted and made part of the family well that was when he started to bloom. His sister was a great help, Hermione was smart and caring and drew him out of his shell. He found he loved to learn and with Hermione ended up with a scholarship to a day school for advanced children. Here they bloomed and went through school quite easily. They could, if they wanted to take their GCSEs and go to university. Diane and Greg Granger were not sure if that is exactly what they wanted their children to do but they would not stop them of course. Harry looked up to see Hermione at the door, she was taller than him, her bushy brown hair was tied back in a plait and she had two letters in hand and she looked a bit pale.
"You remember all those things we can do?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, magic, what we do is magic." Harry replied. "Remember I told you this?"
"Well there is a school for us to learn magic, I mean I want to go but what about university?"
"I want to go, I think it could be fun." Harry replied, "think of this as an adventure."
"I think you should go too." Diane Granger, their tall shapely mother with long brown hair done up in a bun said from the door, "Harry is right, this is an adventure for you two."
Hermione handed one heavy letter to Harry who saw it was written on parchment with a seal on the front. Diane took a seat by her son to read the letter with her son. Harry opened it carefully and saw it was written in green ink in a strong clear hand. He began to read the letter carefully.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September (or when you happen to register). We await your owl by no later than 31st of July.
Yours Sincerely
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
HOWGARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform
First year students will require:
Three sets of Hogwarts school robes
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please not that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Set Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl, cat or toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
"Mum did you happen to see an owl?" Harry asked as he took up a pen and paper to write the acceptance letter, "and is acceptance with one or two Cs?"
"I see an owl Harry, and it is two Cs." Greg Granger, a tall stocky man with brown hair and slight over-bight replied from the doorway "both of you magical, that explains a lot actually."
"You are not upset are you mum?" Hermione asked.
"No, but I would like to see if both of you can take your GCSEs early, just in case this world of magic does not work out." Diane replied.
"Dear they will do fine at this Hogwarts, I am sure there are lots of careers available to them." Greg replied.
The acceptance letters were sent off and Harry laid back thinking on what he knew of magic. He thought of the times before hell, the good memories he had and then the evil man with red eyes that came and killed his father then, mother, then turned his wand on him and Hadrian. It was shortly after this he found himself in hell and remained there for three years before he "died" saving Pier's life and escaped. He would never go back, never and he thought of the revenge he could get on his brother for what he had done to him. Hadrian was evil, that much he knew but he could not dwell on that now. Greg and Diane saw the sadness in his eyes but did not press him for an answer, sometimes Harry told them things, they had tried to find those that hurt him but no-one ever can forward for him and the adoption was allowed.
"You know I had a brother once." Harry said looking at the ceiling, "but he turned on me in hell and lied so I was hurt. He enjoyed my pain, laughed at me too, they did not like magic, and he would blame me for what he did, I could control mine but he could not and so he blamed me for what he did."
"That is wrong." Greg said appalled a child could do this to another.
"I never had a room, a cell under the stairs, no bed, no food and no light. I hate them you know, real family does not do that to each other."
"Harry we are your family, never forget that." Hermione said hugging him, "as your sister I would never betray you, I love you, and if anyone tries to hurt my little brother they will have me to go through."
"I am not little!" Harry replied. "Just bad memories, I know I have you, and like I said an adventure right?"
"That is my brave brother!" Hermione said hugging him.
Harry got off the bed and grabbed his prosthetic leg, this was another thing hell had done to him, a badly broken leg that never healed, a weakened immune system due to drowning and being revived and he had lost his lower right leg. He drew on a thick white sock over what was left of his leg and then put on his prosthetic. He lowered his jeans over it and put on his other trainer, he had put his trainer on the prosthetic earlier as it was easier that way. He grabbed his crutch as what was left of his leg had been weakened. Despite this he was lucky to be alive and mostly whole, maybe magic could help him? He walked down stairs to the kitchen and went to get a bowl and poured himself cereal and milk and sat at the table to eat breakfast. He knew his one-time brother would be at Hogwarts and he could not wait to get him back for what he had done to him.
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Hector Dagworth Granger IV was in a bind. He was the great, great grandson of the famed Hector-Dagworth Granger first of that name of the small pureblood family of Granger. It was a small family that had never held a seat on the Wizengamot, they had never been voted in after all. Though there were no hereditary seats on the fifty seat Wizengamot many families always seemed to have a seat on the Wizengamot. His ancestor was famous for forming the Potioneers Guild back in the day. Yet now the line was coming to an end as Hector was dying, he had married young and had many wonderful years with his dear Penny before she died ten years ago. They never had children, they had tried but never had and now the line was about to end. Yet Fate or God had thought to reward him as he was being taken out for the day in the hospice center he lived in, a muggle place that was peaceful, run by nuns and focused on making his last days as peaceful as they could.
He was seated in his favorite chair a robe over his legs with a toothache. It did not matter if he was dying, the nuns saw his discomfort and so scheduled a visit the next day with a well known dentist. He was amused to find they had the same last name as him, then again Granger was not uncommon in the muggle world. The next day found him comfortably settled in a cushioned and comfortable wheelchair with a colorful robe over his legs. He was clad in his best three piece tweed suit, his white hair perfectly combed, teeth as clean as he could get them (one has to make a good impression with one's dentist) and a pair of small square gold rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He was put in a van, settled in and driven to the dentist. He could have stayed in the magical world but they were not as personable as the muggle, magic was used for everything in the magical world with little human contact. His wife was, had been muggleborn and he had grown to like the muggle world. In time they came to the dentist and he was wheeled in and helped to a dental chair.
"So I understand you have toothache." The lady dentist said.
"You can take care of it without removing the tooth? I know it sounds silly but I want to die with all my teeth." Hector replied.
"Of course, we will do our best to get rid of the pain." Dianne said putting on a mask and gloves looking at his tooth, "well it's not the tooth, it's the root, I will do a root canal and you should be out of pain shortly."
"Thank you." Hector replied.
An hour later the pain was all but gone and Hector very nearly sighed in contentment. It really was night and day, with the root filled or whatever doctor Granger had done had removed the pain. He was being wheeled out when he saw the two children and stared, he could feel the magic off them (he was magic sensitive after all) and he stopped watching as the boy used a crutch of some sort to walk and stopped to look at him. Hector gasped, the green eyes so like one he had seen many years ago. He did not have the scar that one of the boys who lived had, though he had a faded scar that cut across his face but there was magic and power in those eyes.
"Hello sir can I help you?" Harry asked.
"Forgive me but how old are you?" Hector asked.
"Nearly eleven sir." Harry replied.
"Did you get a certain letter?"
"I did, as did my sister, why do you ask?" Harry asked.
"Forgive me for being so forward but could I speak to your parents?"
"Well my mum just worked on you." Harry said, "and is standing behind you."
"Come to my office, we can talk there." Dianne said looking to the nun.
"It's alright ma'am I am a squib." The nun replied, "I will wait out here."
Hector was wheeled into Dianne's office which she shared of course with her husband. He had just finished up with a patient and was here too and sat down at the office table. Hector poured out his story, how he could help the Grangers, by making both Harry and Hermione his heirs with Harry as the next head of his magical family they would no longer be muggleborn. It was a dark time for muggleborn and he could protect them, both Greg and Dianne thought for a moment and realized this could help their children. Yet they wanted a say in their children's lives too and would only allow this if that was part of the deal.
"I can have a contract drawn up." Hector said, "it will protect your son as well from certain people."
"What people?" Greg asked, "we know he came from an abusive family, are you saying that family was protected by magic?"
"Yes, there are good and bad in the world and Harry here knows that all too well." Hector replied.
"I do, my birth name, I never go by it now." Harry replied.
"Do you know it?" Hector said to Greg and Dianne.
"We do, but he is legally ours, we will not give up our son without a fight!" Greg said his eyes flashing.
"This will make sure you never will have to, he is your son and I will do all I can to make sure he always will be, and will have the power in the magical world to fight those who would wish to harm him so mote it be." Hector said.
"Well what do you say Harry Hermione?" Greg said, "this is up to you."
"I would like to do this, if it will mean that no-one even in the magical world can take me." Harry replied.
"I would too." Hermione replied.
"Very well, we can go to Diagon Alley and get everything squared with the goblins, noble creatures, so misunderstood and mistreated." Hector said, "Binns does not help, but that is another story."
"We can go this weekend, say Saturday." Dianne said.
"Look if you are to be part of our family you should at least live with us, if you want, we have a rather large home on a few acres of land, inherited of course." Greg said, "you would have a ground floor bedroom and bath."
"I would not want to impose." Hector said.
"You are family now." Dianne said, "least we can do."
So it was settled, Hector would settle things with the hospice center he was living with and now he had something to live for he started to feel a bit better. Things for Hermione and Harry were looking up in the magical world and Harry knew even if he did meet his evil twin and those on his side they could never harm him again or take him from his loving family.
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So yes Harry has been adopted by the Granger family, they know his real name but never did find the Dursleys. He is now the heir to the magical Granger family. Oh and a root canal does not hurt, it's the before that hurts, ask my dear husband. I mean it really is night and day, he went in with horrible pain and the procedure was done and he no longer wanted to yank the tooth out by the roots, he did not even need the painkillers (he had braces, trust me when I say braces make you able to deal with things that might normally be very painful, they no longer are, at all accept rotten roots) as the pain was all gone after that. I really have a great respect and love for a good dentist, I really do.
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