Disclaimer: In the beginning, nothing of this will be original. Harry potter and all characters plots and elements that are used are property of the author J.K.Rowling. This is an alternate universe fictional story beginning from the end of year one (Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone), the differences should become greater with each chapter. I have written quite a bit of it but the delay comes in the editing. Therefore, I make no promises as to how often I will update.

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Over the next two weeks Harry started to strongly believe that Wizards were quickly losing their advantage over muggles just because of their ignorance.  What he had been told impossible at the beginning of the summer had been fixed over three separate surgeries.  After a week of healing when his sight was tested as better than perfect he was very impressed.  Though he still convinced the Masons to get him some glasses with plain glass as well as some plain brown contacts  It would give him some advantages no one else would know about

With some basic laser treatment all the scars, except his original one (which he insisted must stay), were removed from his face and hands. 

Jules had to fight Harry tooth and nail to even get this far

Harry insisted that they not waste their money on him

Unfortunately when Jules heard this argument she refused to accept it and explained it away by saying they had plenty of money

Next he was afraid that the doctors would ask to many questions

Jules countered this with the fact that the people she called were all friends returning favours.  She then refused to even hear any further arguments.  'Harry, we want to take care of you properly.  Shut your mouth.  I will not allow you to continue, depreciating yourself.  You are worth more than any money we could spend in your life time, shush'

..

Mr Mason's dealing with the Dursleys was on edge of bashing their heads or his head into the table.  At first they refused to even acknowledge their custody of Harry, then they claimed he was a seriously disturbed child.  When they started to try to convince him that he belonged in a criminal institution he was already on his last thread.  Finally after showing them the copies of the unfiled affidavits from him and his wife, he grudgingly signed the papers with his wife, even handing over some legal documents, including a will from his parents and birth certificate

Chris was only to grateful that Jules had got Vernon transferred to the Australian branch of Grunnings.  Hopefully he would never have to deal with those awful people again

..

With two weeks to go till he had to leave for Hogwarts, Harry figured it might be time to go to Diagon Alley to pick up his supplies, though he had yet to receive a school letter.  Over the last three days with sight he had read his school text from before first year, oddly enough the subjects made more sense the second time reading through them.  Potions was particularly fascinating, all the intricacies that he had missed before (probably being the cause of on or two of his potion disasters), now made perfect sense.  The other interesting bit he came across was the tale end of his Beginner's transfiguration book.  It mentioned briefly cross course combination transfiguration studies, such as inanimate to animate which crossed heavily into charms ("probably what McGonagall used for the chess pieces under the trap door"), and animagi transformations which crossed into both potions and charms, though unfortunately Harry's text had no actual information about any of the processes

Harry asked Jules if she could give him a lift.  Jules thinking to get some shopping done herself made sure they got up extra early.  With a bandana to cover both his hair and scar and contacts in along with clothes that both looked good and fit, he was a totally different person

..

Two hour latter at eight o'clock, Mrs Mason stopped in front of the dingy looking pub, when the child had mentioned not getting much chance of a proper modern education she decided she would at the very least get him a set of textbooks and maybe even a set of current encyclopaedias.  She also wanted to get him a laptop but she was worried about how to get it around the magic constrictions at his school. 

Harry did not know the conversion, both Jules and Chris found the idea of a different monetary system fascinating.  Jules decided to cover all bases and give him a sizable amount, fifteen hundred pounds (she may be a genius at business budgets but over the years personal spending always blew any budget Chris set)

Harry refused for the second time before she almost hollered at him shoving the wallet in his pocket, 'Harry you have to learn to stop fighting me on this, I want you to convert this all.  If you can get into your vault, that is fine, if not you can still get your shopping done.  Worse case scenario you have to use the money that your guardians have given you.  Here take this mobile phone and speed dial one to get in touch, I will be waiting here at five o'clock regardless.  That is if you still want to do this alone?'

Harry just nodded but gave Jules a hug anyways. 'Thank you, hope you have a good day.  Try to stick to Chris' budget, please?' He grinned cheekily at her

'Oh you! Get out, have fun, get everything you need.  Maybe even something extra, call and I will be here as soon as I can.  Be careful Harry.' She hugged him tightly before he went got out of the passenger side

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After he convinced Tom to give him a hand opening the Diagon Alley portal Harry quickly moved down the street to Gringotts.  No one stopped to stare at him and even Tom, as observant as he normally is, thought he just was a muggleborn first year student

Walking up to a goblin at a free counter he asked if it was possible to get into his vault without a copy of his key.  To which the goblin became totally affronted at even the thought. 

Harry a little put off on the creatures attitude asked meekly, 'Is there a way for me to get the key without tracking down who ever has them?' Harry knew exactly who had the key, he just did not want to have to contact the man.  To many trust issues, and the odd questions that would turn up were even less desired. 

The goblin seemed more relaxed at this question and stated clearly that there was a process to achieve that, 'It should only take three business days, Mr Potter'  The goblin, who he had yet to get a name then turned to Harry staring straight at his eyes, 'Which vault do you want the key acquired for?'

'I have more than one vault?' Harry asked almost in complete shock, he remembered the one with the large pile of wizard gold that he was told that his parents left him.  He was rich by wizarding standards even taking the one vault into consideration

The goblin raised one eye brow at him and tapped a piece of parchment on his left hand side, Harry felt the subtle bit of magic, it had a foreign almost musty flavour all things being considered.  'Ah, you have only accessed your trust account.  Mr Potter you have roughly thirty two other vaults and at least one of them are of the highest security.  We have some of your vaults being held in trust till you get your full wizarding license, three of them are currently accessible.  Mr Albus Dumbledore is the holder of your three vault keys that are currently active.  You want to retrieve these three keys?'

Harry nodded, 'Would he realise it immediately?' He asked fearfully

'We can work it so as he will not if that is your request.  In fact the keys should have been in your possession from the moment he met you after receiving your Hogwarts letter last year.  Just put your hand here and we can start the process immediately.'  He held out a rough silver key twice the size of the normal Gringotts keys which turned gold the moment Harry touched it, 'Just ask for Silversmith, that's me, when you come back.  Now any more business to handle?'

To which Harry got his money converted at almost three galeons to the pound.  'You're lucky the exchange rate is so high, a week ago it was one to one.'

..

Harry decided that it was imperative to get the most important thing done first, a replacement wand

He only hoped that is would not take to much longer than last time

..

Olivanders was just as Harry remembered it.  Magic hung in the air, it was not the living of Hogwarts but dormant.  It felt like the entire shop was holding its breath ready to step into action.  As Harry looked around he started letting his curiosity get the best of him.  He looked at all the shelves and realized he could tell the order of the wands, they flowed logically.  Yet all the boxes looked different yet the same and it was hard to tell why he felt they flowed logically.  It just felt right

Ten minutes and no response Harry decided to peak behind the curtain at the back of the shop

It was a work room

On one set of shelves Harry found thousands of crystal rods, each with a neat label etched into it

As he reached for one there was a small cough behind him, 'They are cores, I am sorry I did not hear the bell ring when you entered...' Harry turned around slowly and noticed that Mr. Ollivander stood there with a wand pointed straight at his chest, '...Mr. Potter...' The wand lowered, 'I thought you broke into the shop, I mean that someone had ...never mind.  Problem with your wand?' At this Harry produced the box with his wand remains which Dumbledore had given him

'Merlin! What on Earth happened to it?  ...where is the core?..' And on it went Harry deepening shades of red as the shame hit him

'I used it to block a curse ...it didn't survive.  I was hoping to buy a new one...'

'What curse could destroy such a strong wand?'

Harry mumbled something

'Speak up I couldn't hear you?'

'It was the Killing curse.' Harry said at a level above a whisper

To this the wand maker was speechless ...for a whole second 'One of my wands stopped the unstoppable! Amazing, what happened to the core?'

'It was lost'

...An hour latter

'No won't due, you know I found one for you in the first place it was hard enough.  Now they seem almost frightened of you.'  Understatement of the century as the last one screamed as it shot out of Harry's hand

'I can feel them clashing with my magic, it is weird.  Let me have a go at finding it.  Harry stretched out his hand and the sense over magic increased.  '...to weak ...to warm ...very temperamental, not one of yours ...' As he continued Ollivander's eyes opened wider in amazement

'There only three wands in this shop that are not mine, how is it that you found the only one that was out here?'

'Well each thing a person makes has a bit of their ...personality that goes into it ...yours is unique ...that one is not yours.'  Harry then pulled the offending wand from the shelf. 'In fact I don't know why you would even have this wand ...it's owner can't be human if it feels right ...though I am not sure what species would use it.'

'I think it would suit some one with veela or north sea mermaid blood, maybe vampiric, your right though this is usually kept out back, ebony and manticore sting, not pleasant for human at all...' Blushing the wand maker put it behind the counter

Twenty minutes latter and still no wand Harry finally stated the obvious, 'None of them will take me...' A thoughtful look crossed Harry's face 'What if I can't use any wand someone made ...none of these are me ...and any I took from anywhere else would also not be me ...I think I need to make my own ...is that possible?'

For the first time in Ollivanders career he could not find a suitable wand, but the concept that his current customer presented him was intriguing.  'All my wands are built as living creations, they grow with the wizard.  You took one of the most powerful wands I will ever make, admittedly greater even than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's.  The fact that you have grown in strength since last year, you need a wand that matches your strength now.  Your wand would have, even with just the core I might have been able to create an equal.  Yours was the second feather the strongest of phoenix sources.  Yes, now where is it?' As Ollivander was talking they had moved into the back room.  He started to go through a shelf that was tucked in a corner behind a desk, 'Ah ha, here we go "The Sources of Magic: A Guide in the Creation of Magical Implements", now I used this in reference to make my first wands.  It is as much art as it is a science so don't fret if you don't succeed the first time.  You won't find an exact copy of this book anywhere, it has been added to by each generation that has held it.  Just hold on to it until I need it to train an apprentice.' 

Harry felt the age of the book as it passed to his hands, 'Now until you can make your own you will need a loaner, holy 11 inches right?', the man proceeded to pull a base off the shelf  and cut it down to size placing it on a stone slab he grabbed to crystal rods 'fourth and fifth phoenix feathers from a healthy bird, not a strong as any of the first three feathers even combined but they will do in a tight spot, and lets use the previous fragments of your wand,' thus he pulled out the box with the bits recovered 'to keep it in sync with you, at least partially' pulling out his wand 'a little potion for the use of phoenix feathers, extracts for the wood, define the border of the uses' traced a circle using the wand, 'and the incantation... and the wand is complete, it is not the same as your original one but it should do until you can make one for your self.  Four Galleons and a Sickle should do it, just don't tell people about you not being able to find a wand here.  When you are ready I am willing to help you making your own.' After paying him Harry was off.

*Grumbles about the congestion of fanfiction.net*

The Fierce Deity, God of War - you may be interested in learning that the working title of this fic was The Definitions of Magic . I thought this title might make the story sound like an essay so I changed when I posted the story. Thanks.

PheonixMan - blame fanfiction.net for the delay I had this chapter ready four days ago.

Star Mage - here you go.

rayvern - Harry may appear to be dark to many wizards, especially considering what is to happen this year (Chamber of Secrets), but he will maintain a core of innocence. Losing friendships will cause him to become slightly bitter (what else would happen to a Gryffindor who no longer believes in the 'leader' of the light?)

Joe - lets just say that his life may get a lot worse before it gets better.

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