August 8, 1993 11:02 A.M.

For Harry, the past few days had been a slow blur, if that made any sense. Reading over his old textbooks, plus this years books, had been as rewarding as it had been slow.

The dragging of time occured when he was simply rereading what he had studied the previous year, it got rewarding when he stumbled upon something he had missed. The boggest one came in the form of the book Hermione had gotten him for Christmas in their first year, An Introduction To Magic.

When first learning to cast, it may be difficult to get spells to work in the beginning, particularly if you are muggleborn. The natural feeling of magic will be foreign to you, as well as overwhelming. Though you may not notice, magic flows from your magical core to your fingertips, into your wand, with the incantation giving your magic a shape to take on.

Harry remembered this, though hadn't ever noticed a struggle feeling his magic. Usually only getting the pronunciation of the spell slightly wrong, or wand movement off by a hair.

In fact, he relished in the feeling everytime he used his wand, and even when he wasn't. He never knew what it was before he came to Hogwarts, asking his Aunt when he was younger only got him punished and called a freak. He had, however, not remembered the second part.

Why explain all this? How does it help you learn to cast spells if you are having difficulties? The answer lies in the fact that the flow will change based on both your intention with the spell, and your emotions. This is why professors say to calm yourself before trying a spell. In later years, this elaboration will become clearer as your grasp on magic becomes more apparent.

A little miffed at the book for cutting off the discussion, Harry understood that this book was primarily for first year muggleborns. Hence, the author wouldn't want to overwhelm them with too much knowledge.

Adding to his growing list of books to look for once he had finally made his trip to Gringots, Harry realized that he would need to do so sooner rather than later, or he simply wouldn't have the time to do so before school started in a few weeks.

With that thought, Harry looked at the clock, realizing he still had a few hours before diner time, he might as well get it over with now. Heading downstairs, he was greeted by the bar man, Tom.

"Ah! Mr. Potter, come for something to tide you over till diner?" Tom asked.

The man had already seen to his meals over the past couple of days, taking the required coin out of his account with a draft. Something Harry had no knowledge he could do.

"Not at the moment Tom, thank you though," he told him.

"I'm headed to Gringots, finally, figured I had put it off long enough."

Despite knowing about the drafts, Harry prefered to use coin directly, seeing as he couldn'taccidentally overspend should he not pay attention during his shopping.

"Not a problem, Mr. Potter, it will be ready when you are," the man said with a smile.

With another thanks sent to him, Harry headed to the entrance to the alley, only to stop as he almost ran into someone he didn't know.

August 8, 1993 10:52 A.M.

Nerve-wracking.

That's how Daeiel would have described himself over the past month, his siblings not helping any. Even though only Rose was blood related to him, the others were his family in all but.

That didn't make there constant questions that he had no answers for any easier though. Rose being the worst of the three, not by that much though. After they had all read his letter, and pondered what the wizard and witch had told him, their answers proved only to create more questions.

Why was he late in acceptance? How did magic extist? Why didn't they know about it? Did others know? And if so, why wasn't it talked about more commonly?

Some of these were answered in the second page of his letter, which explained both how to get his school supplies, where to get them, and also how to pay for them.

Apparently, children with no-majs for parents had a fund given to use inside Gringots that paid for the bare essential. There was also a Statute of Secrecy, which prohibited magic from being used in the presence of no-majs unless in life or death situations.

The only reason Daeiel could guess was the witch trials that had been going on in the last century, and that those people burned and killed had actually be magical. He had no proof, however, as his youngest sister continuously pointed out.

Being the youngest, and the smallest, he could understand this was Rose's way to stand out from the other two. As much as he loved her though, it could grate on his nerves at times. Sarah had voiced concerns of her own, seemingly rethinking her previous argeement some. Her main worry was that they don't know who these people are, or if they'll even treat them well. Jack, being a realist like Daeiel, quickly pointed out that they would have easily harmed the group if that was their plan.

Both agreed that they would eer on the side of caution until everything was clear. Daeiel reiterating that he wouldn't allow harm to come to them.

After setting everything in order, mainly making sure they had enough supplies should he not return as quickly as he planned, Daeiel made his way to the pub McGonagall mentioned. It wasn't hard to find, the sign was in the open for everyone to see, though he couldn't see a single no-maj go inside.

He wondered if there was a magic preventing them from entering, or if there was simply a reputation that made no-majs less likely to enter. Mkst likely the former, he thought to himself.

Entering the pub, he looked at the dreary looking building that despite it's appearance, had a vibe of camaraderie in the place. People felt amongst friends here. Daeiel was about to approach the barman about the alley when one of the patrons stood from the bar.

"Thanks for the breakfast Tom, I got to be getting along though. The Ms will have my head if i don't pick up those porcupine quills," the man said.

"Give Lauren my regards, since she married you she's had no reason to come to the alley," the barman said smiling.

The man gave a hearty laugh,"Too true! Anyways, best be on my way. Thanks again, Tom."

"Of course, Brian," Tom replied.

Seeing his chance to not draw attention to himself, Daeiel made to follow the man out a back door. Only to watch as the bricks closed up behind the man. He approached the wall, testing it by pushing in a few places, getting no movement as a result.

Finally, he resolved himself to climb over it. Before he could, someone bumped into him from behind. Quickly turning, Daeiel sees a boy about his age, shaggy black hair, glasses, a little on the thin side, and bright emerald eyes.

"Sorry, didn't see you till the last second," the boy said. Straightening himself up, the boy looked him up, and down before asking, "About to go to the alley?"

"It's alright, and yes I was about to. You are...," Daeiel left the sentence open.

Picking up on what he was asking. The boy, almost embarrassed saying it, "Harry Potter." Holding out his hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Daeiel Fenrir," shaking the other boys hand firmly. He was surprised at the strength Harry showed when grasping his hand. He clearly had more strength than what he appeared to have. Harry seemed to be slightly surprised by his and happy with his response, though Daeiel couldn't guess why.

"You don't sound like you are from Britan," Harry stated with a curious tone.

Shaking his head, "I'm originally from Atlanta, Georgia back in the states." He saw no harm in telling Harry a little about himself. Most people gave off a feeling he didn't like, even if he came to like them in the future. He felt none of that from Harry.

"Ah, that would explain why you seem slightly lost. I'm guessing you'll be joining the fifth years at Hogwarts?"

"No, third years, I'm thirteen."

Harry looked at him surprised, probably assumed he was older. Daeiel got that a lot from adults, especially the ones on the street.

"I could have sworn you were older. You'll be in my year then. Do you know how to enter the alley?" Harry asked.

"No, just watched a man go through, don't know how he did it though."

Nodding his head, "Simply take your wand, and tap these bricks." Harry said, gesturing each brick.

"Well I don't have a wand yet, so that might be difficult," he huffed. He supposed that's why McGonagall told him to speak to Tom.

Harry looked surprised at this, "Do you not get your wands when you turn eleven in America?"

"I was here, and on my own when I turned eleven. My Hogwarts letter came late."

Harry looked like he wanted to ask questions, but decided against it. Which Daeiel was grateful for, he really didn't want to explain how he had lost his parents to the other boy. Despite how much he was coming to like Harry.

Not to mention the fact that he had no idea why his Hogwarts letter had been so delayed.

"Do you want to come with me to Gringots? You'll need coin to get a wand," Harry said.

"Sure, why not," he told him as Harry used his wand to open the barrier. Once it opened, Daeiel's senses were nearly overloaded with various smells and sounds. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but it wasn't the busy street with colorful advertisements, animals going every which way they were permitted, and more than a few dozen people all wearing robes that looked both baggy and uncomfortable to him..

"Slow day. I suppose most haven't come in for their school shopping just yet," Harry told him.

Slow day? Daeiel thought. He then swore to himself he'd never come on a busy day. He looked around as they walked down the alleyway, taking in the sights around him. Most of it seemed a bit odd to him. Then again so did many of the things he seen when he first arrived in Britan. Passing the various shops, Daeiel seen a shop that said Olivanders on the sign, realizing that's where he would come back to get his wand. In front of him, was a large white marble building that was leaning slightly. Made him wonder if damage had done so, the ground was uneven, or if it had been built that way intentionally.

The sign let him know they had arrived at Gringots, then looking confused at the sight of the creatures that were guarding the door.

"Goblins," Harry said after following his gaze. "They run the banking system in the wizarding world. Some say they are greedy and nasty, but I've never had an issue with them."

Nodding, he walked in with Harry, admiring the dedication the goblins seemed to have for not only working quickly, but cleanly. Not a single paper was out of order, the podiums they worked at all had a different arrangement of items and papers on them. But he couldn't say any of them were messy.

The architecture was phenomenal as well. Marble pillars stretching the the ceiling, which had to be at least four stories high. Each one mounted near the top with a statue of a goblin warrior. The armor on the statues was only marginally different from the goblin warriors standing firm in their guard around the room.

"Where do we go from here?" Daeiel asked Harry.

"Eh, I usually come to this podium," pointing towards a narrow faced goblin with slick backed hair.

"Excuse me, Mr. Griphook?" Harry asked, seeming unsure.

The goblin looked up from his podium with almost a look of surprise in his eyes seeing the two of them. "Mr. Potter, I am surprised you remember my name."

"You helped me on my first trip here, of course I remember you," Harry replied.

"Most wizards do not even bother, so I was surprised," schooling his features he asked, "What do you wish of me, Mr. Potter?"

"Well sir, I need to withdraw some gold from my vault, and my friend here is looking to get his school supplies. He's a-"

"No-maj born as far as I'm aware. If my parents were magical, I knew found out," Daeiel stated, cutting him off. Harry had never heard the term no-maj before, thinking it sounded strange after using the word muggle for so long.

"If you'll wait a moment Mr. Potter, one of the account managers would like to speak with you. Nothing bad, just to catch you up to date on your families holdings now that you have the time," Griphook reassured Harry seeing his slightly worried look.

"As for you, Mr. Fenrir, do you have you Hogwarts letter? If so, then present it to me along with a drop of blood to verify it,"

Griphook instructed, gesturing to a bowl with a silver dagger in it. Harry thought this was a strange request from the goblin as he had to do neither when he first arrived at the bank.

Looking over, Daeiel didn't seem to question it as he simply handed the letter over, and grabbed the dagger. Raking the tip of the blade across his palm, a couple of drops settling in the bowl.

"Your identity has been verified, and we will supply you with the needed sack of gold for your supplies," Griphook told Daeiel impatiently. Time was gold after all.

"Thank you, Master Goblin, I wish you luck on your future endeavors," the boy said surprising the goblin.

"And may your enemies fall at your feet, Mr. Fenrir," Griphook responded in a calm, almost respectful voice. Harry was curious about Griphook's surprise when he realized something. He'd never seen another wizard show such respect to the goblins. Daeiel was the first, even Hagrid had been merely business.

So lost in his thoughts that he was startled when a man started screaming at one of the other tellers.

"I don't care, you nasty beast! I want the gold owed to me this instant!" the man exclaimed.

"For the last time, the gold was not willed to you, therefore you will not touch it! Now leave the property, and do not return!" the goblin shouted back, waving the guards to come over.

Harry couldn't tell if the man was merely stupid, or deranged. All he knew was that when the man drew his wand, all the goblins became enraged. He fired a blasting curse at the teller who was just able to deflect it with a sword from beneath his desk.

The spell, however, hit one of the statues on top of the pillars. A well dressed goblin with a suitcase had just began to enter the lobby when the spell hit, and the broken marble had hit him in the head before he could notice it. As the goblin tried to get up, the eight foot statue broke loose, and began to fall on him.

Harry only barely had enough time to see Daeiel rush forward to push the goblin away as the statue came cracking down.

Sorry this update took so long to write, I've had to use my phone to type all this, and it's not so good at catching mistakes. I will try to update quickly, but I'm also trying to lengthen the chapters a bit. The first two being to short for my liking. Comment below what you think, and check out When Roses Bloom Again by TheBlack'sResurgence.