[Prolog]
This had been a gift by his mentor and adopted father, it was a magical artifact and all honestly he preferred to keep this. He remembered that day he was freed from his abusive family, and a dark smile graced his face, the beatings, the starvation, the enslavement all of it was over and he was happy with his new life. He rather not relive it, but waking up after his aunt and uncle had a drunk driving accident and they even let Dudley drink as well killed all three of them as his Uncle had a business trip in America and nowhere he was, freed from them. But Dr. Strange, a man who came to him as his girlfriend/disciple Clea who he sees as a mother. Yawning Harry got up and went to his closet and then opened it and closed it before opening it to reveal a private bathroom, gotta love magic. Once bathed and ready for the day he walked downstairs to the dining room and saw his adoptive father and his adoptive mother smiling happily and his father Stephen Strange saw him and said: "Ah, Morning Harry. Finally awake."
He nodded and said: "Practice my ghost abilities."
Dr. Strange chuckled and said: "How'd it go?"
Harry smirked and walked through the table perfectly and re-solidify to sit down. Clea giggled and said: "Good going Harry."
Harry was very powerful for someone of his age, and being the adoptive son of the Princess of the Dark Realm and the Sorcerer Supreme has allowed his mana to grow beyond his years by learning from them. Soon walking in with an owl on his shoulder with a letter in its beak was Wong and he said: "Morning everyone, oh Harry this little fellow has a letter addressed to you. Seems the British magic community refuses to acknowledge that technology and magic are the betterment as no harm to the balance of nature is disrupted."
Harry looked at it and frowned, showing the latter to his parents both discussed and a course of action till Strange said: "Harry sent two letters one to Hogwarts and wrote a letter to the Ministry, Wong can deliver it and set the meeting date three days from now."
Awaiting at the international portkey was noneothet than Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts and the British Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. But instead of the portkey activating, a ring of fire appeared in the air and out stepped Doctor Strange with Harry who Albus hardly recognized as he wasn't wearing glasses, his hair was wavy with a natural red bang coming from his crown going both to the front and back of his head. Dr. Strange was wearing the Eye and his cloak, but wore a business suit, Fudge gulped nervously. The Sorcerer Supreme had more political views in the magic community; if he wanted he could have Fudge thrown into Azkaban in a second. But Dumbledore had a neutral smile, but inwardly he was furious. Not only did the Dursley's die, but the treatment of Harry was made well known and thus he was no longer Harry's magical guardian as he was the one who put them with the Dursleys.
Fudge then said: "Ah, Mr. Strange, I see you and Harry arrived safely."
Dr. Strange then said: "Sling rings are a much safer way to travel the portkeys, someone could easily change they're location to a volcanic pit, or a lake of acid if you use one."
Fudge laughed nervously and Dulbedore then said: "Ah, Harry, good to see you after so long. You have grown into a near image of your father except for that red streak in your hair that matches your mother's hair color and you have her eyes."
Harry nodded and said: "Gentlemen, I believe we have some business to discuss regarding my schooling and some other important private matters."
[Chapter One - Diagon Alley]
Harry stirred from his slumber hearing the sound of a small explosion coming from the room right next to his. Seems someone had messed up a brewing. Pushing himself up as he held his head, he frowned, pulling out his phone he saw it was thirty minutes before he would meet the man named Hagrid before getting his supplies and leaving for Hogwarts in a week's time. Adjusting his neck he bathed and dressed in a simple black t-shirt, blue jeans and some hiking boots and walked downstairs and ordered himself some eggs and pancakes. He then noticed a group of three people walking in, the two adults had no mana and he wondered why they were there, then he noticed the girl. She was cute and would be a knockout.
She had light skin, bright brown eyes, lots of bushy brown hair that could be a mane. But then walking in was a giant of a man with glinting, beetle-black eyes and had a tangled beard and his face was nearly completely hidden behind a long, shaggy mane of hair. Seeing it was the man he was waiting on as he chatted with the family, he walked up to them and said to the giant: "Are you Hagrid?"
Hagrid looked down and he instantly saw the scar and smiled with the happiest smile: "Nice to see you again Harry, hadn't seen you since…" Harry finished his sentence: "Since Dumbledore left me with my horrible relatives. It's fine I don't blame you, you were only doing what you thought was right. She must be a freshman like me?"
Je nodded and the girl said: "My name is Hermione Granger and that means you must be…" he raised his hand and said: "Please do not say my wizard family name, I'd prefer if you used my adoptive family name, my name is Harry Strange, son of the Sorcerer Supreme, Dr. Strange."
The Granger family eyes widened; they had heard of the magic hero Dr. Strange who fought alongside the Avengers and honestly felt some weight on their shoulders if they're daughter was with the son of a hero. Harry then said: "I guess we are off to the Alley then."
Hagrid nodded and said: "Yes then off to Gringotts. Wizarding' bank. Professor Dumbledore has set up an account for Hermione as he always does for Muggle-born students."
Harry then said: "Don't you mean new blood?"
Hagrid and the family looked confused and Harry david: "I'd prefer the term new blood, since the wizard family founders were all born to non magical families they were once new bloods."
Hagrid smiled and said: "That's true. Now come this way, the alley is hidden from the eyes of the everyday folk."
Going out back to a brick wall, Hagrid tapped several bricks and they rolled back to form an archway of stone and Hagrid said: "Welcome, to Diagon Alley."
Hermiome looked on in amazement as her parents did as well. But walking in front of them was a pale skinned man in a suit with a head wrapping, Harry instantly felt his scar flare up and he twitched and the man turned and Hagrid said: "Professor Quirrell!"
Said men turned and Hagrid said: "Harry, Hermione, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."
The Professor stammered out: "P-P-Potter, c-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."
Hermione asked curiously: "What sort of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?"
He replied while not wanting to discuss it: "D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts, N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter? You've been t-trained by the Sorcerer S-Supreme learning mystical martial arts, such as the hard feet of a wizard. You'll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, myself."
Hagrid then said: "Must get on -- lots ter buy. Come on, Harry, Hermione."
The party continued onward down the stone brick road passing various shops along the way. Hermione then asked: "Is he always that nervous?"
Hagrid nodded and replied: "Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was studying' outta books' but then he took a year off to get some firsthand experience... They say he met vampires in the Black Forest, and there was a nasty bit o' trouble with a hag -- never been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject…" Harry shook his head and said: "Try facing a pack of undead werewolves and a lone necromancer then we'll talk about being afraid."
Passing by a shop as the sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons -- All Sizes -- Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver -- Self-Stirring -- Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them. Hagrid replied: "Yeah, you'll be needing' one," said Hagrid, "but we gotta get yer money first."
Hermione wished he had about eight more eyes. She turned her head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, "Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad..." the family looked unnerved and Harry said: "Used for healing potions and dioxide, poisonous fairy like salamanders. Thankfully the Kamar-Taj had found a way to keep them away. They are very similar to bees in a way they very much hate vinegar and ultrasonic sound waves, pure dumbluck we found this out."
Hagrid then said: "Well, ain't that a dandy discovery. I heard about another method of handling them."
Soon they heard a low, soft hooting coming from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium -- Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. They soon passed on by a shop selling broomsticks and a shop selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon… soon enough a large white building was before them and Harry said: "Gringotts, here we are. I also have business to attend to with the man in charge to have my adoptive family access my vaults and see if there's anything else I need to know."
They nodded and upon entering the saw, small elven-like creatures with large noses and Hermione asked: "What are they?"
"Yeah, that's a goblin," said Hagrid quietly as they walked up the white stone steps toward him.
hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Walking up to the larger desk with a hoblin writing in a ledger: "Morning, We've come ter take some money outta Ms. Hermione Granger safe. Also Mr. Potter wishes to speak to you in private."
The elderly goblin looked as Hagrid placed the two keys before him and saw Harry and Hermione then said: "Ah, Mr. Potter I know what you will be asking. We shall talk into my office."
"An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore," said Hagrid importantly, throwing out his chest. "It's about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen."
The goblin opened the letter and his eyes widened briefly before saying: "Very well," he said, handing it back to Hagrid, "I will have someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!"
Griphook came walking over and the Head Goblin said: "Take them to Ms. Granger's vault. Mr. Potter will be joining you all shortly after we have a discussion."
Harry followed the goblin into a large office and both sat and Harry conjured some tea and slid the second cup to the goblin who thanked him and said: "Now Mr. Potter shall we discuss granting your father, Mr. Strange access to your vault. Am I correct?"
Sipping the tea he found it delightful and Harry said: "Indeed, I also understand Dubledore was the one who was entrusted with my family's vault, I wish for an investigation to see if any money had been secretly been transferred from my family's account. I have no doubt that your security is tightly unbreakable, but can never be too careful."
The head goblin nodded as Harry sipped his tea and said: "I also understand that I could hold ties to other Wizarding houses and I wish to know what houses I have affiliation with?"
The goblin nodded and said: "If you don't mind…" he pulled out a unique decor parchment and said: "Give me your hand."
Harry gave him his hand and felt a prick and saw blood drop onto the paper and soon three large crests emerged as well as two small crests. The two large crest was that of a winged lion, signaling the House of Gryffindor, but the second emblem he recognized it as it was the symbol from the poem his adoptive mother read to him the first time, the deathly hallows, next was a large white stag symbolizing his biological father's family crest, next one of the small crest was that of three crows showing it was the Ancient and Noble House of Black, but the last one was a qhite serpent."
The Goblin then said: "Hmm, seems you are extremely close to link to the house of Gryffindor that had thought died out two hundred years ago, but also the most ancient house of Peverell that had merged into the Potter family and the Slytjerin family thus showing the mark of Salazar Slutherin himself, and lastly the house of nlack as one of your distant relatives was a member and your god father."
Harry looked confused and said: "My god father?"
The goblin nodded and said: "Sirius Black, he was thrown into Azkaban for leading the Dark Lord Voldermort to your parents. But that is impossible young man, he swore on his magic to keep you safe when he took the responsibility."
He opened a draw and pulled out a few files and a ring then said: "Unfortunately you can not lay claim to being lord of your family's house, but you can lay claim to the house of Gryffindor"
He showed a golden ring with a ruby having a winged lion carved into it and filled with gold. Harry smirks and says while examining the files: "So I can have all items from the Vault of Goddric Gryffindor transferred to the Potter vault immediately."
The goblin nodded and soon after finalizing the small details Harry was taken to the rest of the and saw Hermione had a pile of gold, silver and bronze as tall and wide as she was. Harry then noticed they were not that far. After grabbing enough, Harry and them got onto the ride and went off to his vault as the goblins would transfer everything over by tomorrow. Griphook said: "Vault six-hundred and eighty seven."
Dismounting the cart and handing the goblin the key he unlocked it and as the vault door opened the family gap. There were several chest filled and some gems littered here and there, Harry grabbing his mokeskin pouch and had enough money for his school supplies as well as a few other things just encased. Once finished they headed further on down and upon arriving the goblin said: "Stand back!:
Running his long nail down the crevice the vault began to open by melting away. "If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they'd be sucked through the door and trapped in there," said Griphook.
Harry then asked curiously: "How often do you check to see if anyone's inside?"
Griphook had a nasty grin and replied: "About once every ten years,"
The Grangers looked uneasy and Harry whistled. Everyone soon saw a grubby little package wrapped up in brown paper lying on the floor. Hagrid picked it up and tucked it deep inside his coat. Harry longed to know what it was, but knew better than to ask. "Come on, back in this infernal cart, and don't talk to me on the way back, it's best if I keep my mouth shut," said Hagrid.
Riding back to the surface Hagrid looked quizzy. Harry smiled and helped guide the giant man to a bench and held his stomach. Hermione's father asked: "Are you okay, Mr. Hagrid."
He nodded and said: Listen, would yeh mind if I slipped off a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate Gringotts carts."
Harry nodded and said: "Sure, believe me you look like you're about to lose a year's worth of food."
Hagrid smiled and said: "Thank you Harry, I'll be back in a minute, right after I stop my stomach from bouncing."
As for the family and Harry they entered the robes store and Harry blinked in pure boredom. Honestly even the Taj had updated their wardrobe to be a bit modern and functional, this was outrageously stupid. The group had entered Madam Malkin's shop, and Hermione looked nervous. Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. She noticed the duo and said to them: "Hogwarts, dearies?"
Harry nodded and she smiled and led them to the fitting area, one side males and the other females as she said: "Got the lot here -- another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."
Harry stopped inside and saw a young boy around his age with slick back grease white-golden blonde. The young man was standing on a stool as a witch pinned the robes as Madam Malkins had Harry stand on the other stool and she slipped a robe onto him and began her work.
"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"
Harry nodded and could tell the kid was spoiled, but yet he was young and could be set on a better path. Harry then replied: "Yeah, though I was back in the states learning magic from my adopted family."
This got the attention of the boy and he asked: "Then why are you coming to Hogwarts?"
Harry replied: "My biological parents had set something up for me, I would've liked to remain in the states, but yet I chose Hogwarts and see why my parents went."
"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to take at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully my father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."
Harry shook his head and said: "Rather learn a flying spell then use a broom, once it catches fire or gets hit by lightning you are going down."
The boy pondered on those words and asked: "Do you play Quidditch?"
Harry shook his head, he never really liked the sport. Hardly any magic sport seemed appealing to him, throwing around the pigskin was something he enjoyed back in the states and said: "No, never really gotten into the sport or any magical sport, I'd prefer a sport that challenges me, like American football or something."
The young boy raised a brow at Harry and said: "Well I do -- Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
Harry looked and saw the determination and he replied: "My father always said "if your patient practices something and gets better at ir, fail at it, you learn from ir and get better" helped me out. But as for the house sorting, unsure.
The boy then replied: "Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been -- imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"Mmm," said Harry, wishing he could say something a bit more interesting.
Harry heard a buzz and pulled out his phone surprising the boy and began typing on it and sent it before saying: "Got to live Magitech, don't know why the British Ministry is against it, magic would benefit the world and stop so many crises that are endangering the planet."
The boy then said: "That's interesting, but "I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?"
Harry scowled and said: "Well I think if you are talking about muggle-borns, I prefer the term new-blood, like all wizard families of old, they too had non-magical parents. The term mudblood or muggle-born is foolish, people who fail to remember the very first human magic users where all they would call "mudbloods' ' no matter how they deny it, it is the truth. And to answer your question, it's Potter.
Brushing his hair to reveal the scar, the boy froze in shock and Madam Malkin smiled hearing Harry's words as did her staff and where surprised they had Harry in their shop and she said: "That's you done, my dear," he stepped down and he walked out and daw Hermione was done as well.
The party sat down as they ate some ice cream and Hermione asked: "Are you okay, Harry?"
His phone buzzed and he pulled it out as he licked his butter pecan ice cream with hot fudge and crushed oreos and replied: "Yeah, just got a text from my pops, said he had just been given access to my family and extended family vaults, I also had him look into why my godfather was wrongfully imprisoned when he took a killing oath to always protect me and my parents when he was named my godfather, when I mentioned this he was very much displeased."
Hermione then noticed his phone was years ahead of its time and Harry david: "Gotta love Stark tech, best part is I used a unique battery core that uses my own magic as a recharge and can even do a few other things."
Hermione was very much intrigued by this. Soon enough Hagrid rejoined them and they grabbed the books from Flourish and Blotts. The store had shelves stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all. But the group saw Harry grabbing a few advance books about curses and counter curses. Next was the cauldrons, from Potage Cauldron's as the two freshmen grabbed pewters and Harry had wished he could use his alchemy back home. Next was a set of scales and a telescope, Harry had already had his, and it was one from the Muggle world as the telescope was the only thing on the school supply list that can be accepted from the Muggle world.
Then they visited the Apothecary, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor; jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling. While Hagrid asked the man behind the counter for a supply of some basic potion ingredients for Harry, Harry himself examined silver unicorn horns at twenty-one Galleons each and minuscule, glittery-black beetle eyes and Hagrid checked the list and said: "Just yer wand left -- A yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present Harry."
Harry blinked and then said: "To don't have to Hagrid."
Hagrid then replied: "I know I don't have to. Tell ye what, I'll get yer animal. Not a toad, toads went outta fashion years ago, he'd be laughed at -- an' I don't' like cats, they make me sneeze. I'll get yer an owl. All the kids want owls, they're dead useful, carry your mail and' everything'."
Hermione then said: "Well, does the school have it's own owls?"
Hagrid nodded and said: "Aye, but students want their own nowadays."
Then she said: "Well, I'd prefer a cat."
Harry chuckled and said: "Okay, good thing the pet shop is close by."
After splitting off as a group Harry and Hagrid entered the Owl shop to search for an owl. Owl's were also the symbol of wisdom. Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. Harry now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing. In all honesty she felt perfect for him, noticing Hermione had returned yet, they soon spotted her carrying a cat carrier with a strange looking cat. Hagrid raised a brow seeing the odd cat, and Harry eyes widened as she said: "Hey Harry, oh my she's beautiful."
She saw Harry's sleeping owl and Harry asked: "Uh, Hermione, why do you have a nekomata?"
Hagrid blinked and noticed the two swishing tails with blue fire tips. The nekomata is a red and white cat with a chip in his left ear. He has yellow eyes with large black pupils, his nose and inner-ears are a dull shade of pink. Attached to his collar is an aquamarine-colored bell, matching the BLUE FLAMES at the end of each tail. And the cat yawned before saying: "What's it to ya, nya."
Harry's face palmed and said: "Yeah, they can speak. But why are you here."
The cat scuffed and said: "For your information I was captured by magic pictures before being shipped off, I escaped and made it here. But as for you, I sense something within you, well two somethings… ah yes the essence of death herself and the scent of that cowardly reptilian man himself."
Harry told Hermione: "Nekomata were said to see their masters with contempt. And they can grow in size to prey on large mammals. But what do you honestly see in Hermione."
Jibanyan yawned and said: "Honestly, she has potential. Besides, I'll give her a shot. If she gives me some chocolate when I ask."
Harry chuckled and pulled out a share size bar and the cat snatched it and started devouring it. Hermione then asked: "All we need is our wands."
Harry nodded, while he preferred using his hands, he knew having a wand might have some british magic users underestimate him. Hagrid then said: "Just Ollivanders left now -- only place fer wands, Ollivanders, and yeah gotta have the best wand."
The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Hagrid sat on to wait. Harry felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled.
The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.
Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Hermione jumped. Hagrid must have jumped, too, because there was a loud crunching noise and he got quickly off the spindly chair. An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop. Thus Harry said: "Afternoon good sir, we are here for our wands."
Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was here by herself, buying her first wand."
He walked over to a shelf and grabbed a box he then said: "Ah here, Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."
Harry touched it and held his head and said: "This is… my mother's?"
Ollivander smiled and said: "Ah yes, I heard a rumor that you can see into the past of objects' memories with retrocognition. One of the rare magical abilities. And you are correct, this is your mothers wand."
Harry gave it a gentle wave and a book came flying at Hermione and he caught it before saying: "Nope, not it. I understand that if a witch or wizard dies, the wand will choose a new master instead of winning in a duel."
Olivander went back and said: "Correct my boy, and Miss I think I have yours right here."
He came back with two boxes. He then handed Hermione her wand and he said: "Vinewood 10 inches with a dragon heartstring, a wand best suitable for a strong person at heart and excellent for charms and offensive spells."
She gave it a wave and a swirl of light danced around her as if it was fire and Harry said: "Hermione I think you found yours."
Harry examined it and said: "Grapevine?"
Ollivander smiled and said: "Correct Mr. Strange, alas here try this. Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it -- it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
Taking it he said: "My fathers."
Olivander smiled sadly and said: "Correct."
Harry gave it away and a shelf collapsed. It would have done more damage had Harry not used a protective barrier to help keep the damage to a minimum. Olivander said: "Nope, definitely not."
Harry raised his hand and soon a box came and he said: "Sorry, just heard a small voice calling to me and I decided to see what it was."
Olivander looked and opened it and said: "Unusual combination -- holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
Grasping it Harry eyes felt a warmth feeling as flames erupted and danced around him forming a phoenix before re-entering the wand. Hagrid whooped and clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well... How curious... How very curious..." Hermione then asked: "Why is it curious?
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Ms. Granger. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in his wand, gave another feather -- just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother -- why, its brother gave you that scar." He replied.
Harry then said with venom: "Voldemort. I know why it chose me, it wants to stop it's brother from doing more harm then."
Olivander and all saw the wand spark once and he said: "You and your wand share a most powerful wand I had ever seen Mr. Strange. Even more so than its brother. But your amulet might play a crucial factor, the Amulet of Agamotto, a rare mystical artifact, seems your adoptive father chose right for you to wield it. It pales into the Eye of Agamotto, but it is still powerful. I sense you will do great and good things Mr. Strange.
Harry paid for his and Hermione's and a little extra for the slight damage and they left the shop. The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Harry, Hermione, her parents and Hagrid made their way back down Diagon Alley, back through the wall, back through the Leaky Cauldron, now empty. Hagrid agreed to see them off and Hermione's parents gave her a hug and good luck as her father had many appointments to do as did her mother. The group was staying at the leaky cauldron and Hermione asked: "You okay Harry?"
Shaking his head he said: "Not really, I am closer to figuring out about my past than ever. I have a feeling my parents weren't just targeted for defying a mad man. No it was something else, something I wish to know why?"
Hagrid looked at him and he said: "My pops told me nothing happens without a reason and I want to discover the answers. I do not care what house I am sorted into, I will be myself and show everyone my fame is nothing to me as I do not care for it."
Hagrid gained a smile and said: "Good on ya Harry, now then best eat up we have to be up early for the station."
Harry and Hermione began eating away, both sharing Harry's room as Hagrid had to get his own room for being a giant. Harry was on his bed reading, Jibanyan was eating a bar of chocolate while on Hermione's trunk and Hedwig was out of her cage on a perch enjoying her birdseed. Hermione entered in a pink frilly night dress as Harry wore shorts to bed with the playstation buttons on it and the Amulet was not around his neck anymore. He was reading a book about item enchanting and she asked: "What do you think Hogwarts will be like?"
Harry pondered and said: "Not sure, but I know it will be different from normal schools."
She nodded and began brushing her hair and he said: "And Hermione, don't sweat about what others think about you, I know you will be a great sorceress. Especially since you're cute."
She blushed and turned away and continued brushing her hair. Jibanyan gave a mischievous chuckle and soon everyone went to sleep as Harry he'd let Hedwig out to fly at night.
I know Harry was not originally related to Godric in the books, but fuck it. Hermione's cat is Jibanyan, yes the Jibanyan but I am going off a mix of Yo-kai watch and myth with him.