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.
Sorry about the delay, I had some rewriting that I needed to do. OotP came out and I got it on first day of release. Though I have read several fanfics that are better, it was still pretty decent. I will use some of the background stuff from it but the actual events may not happen in this story.
A shout out to all my reviewers this chapter was ready a month ago but fanfiction.net has been to erk. Gotta love the new login system as well as my favorite line yesterday 'This catagory no longer exists'. *censored* ...stops ranting about the people that provide this wonderful webspace.
At the moment I am debating how dark to make Harry go as well as dealing with possible future timeline ramifications (example how does the entire Sirius situation change if Harry already has a 'safe' home). All canon characters are in flux at the moment not sure how out of character they will become. I will attempt to justify in the story how they characters personality develope in it.
I don't know how often the updates will come, no promises.
Oh and one more thing please be creative with threats if you intend to continue reviewing.
In a medical lab in London a technician was going through her results and came across one of the scans that had been done the previous week.
"Anonymous Patient 335"
It had only a postal box listed in the contact information.
Male
12 Years of Age
Probably Anglo-Saxon heritage
Looking for signs head trauma/brain damage
If the scan was done properly it would mean that everything was active.
Not the normal ten to twelve percent human everything.
The hundred percent, off the scale, no cool areas, hyper active.
This frustrated the technician to hell.
One of her counterparts must have not checked the readings before storing the record.
It went into a garbage folder.
A note went to the postal box stating that the results had shown nothing conclusive and that further testing might be required.
...
Harry quickly realised that his clothing might be just a little out of place in the wizarding world, though he was by far not the only one in muggle clothes, though some others dress might be questionable as ordinary, he felt it might be better to get something a little more normal. Therefore the decision was to go over to Madam Malkin's and get some proper robes.
Walking into the shop he knew almost immediately that the magic there was purposeful. Every spell had it reason and would be used soon if not at that very moment. It was sure of itself. And it gave him more confidence in just being a part of it.
'Hello dear, just one moment and I will be right with you after I finish with this young man in the back,' a voice called from the rear of the shop. Harry wandered around looking at the different styles of robe that sat there along with bolts of various materials, ranging from linen to what he swore was chain mail to a material that was a grey material that had a texture very similar to his invisibility cloak. 'It is a material that is made from several magical creatures hairs soaked in an old Druidic potion specifically intended to accept magic spells into the weave. It will change its nature for every spell cast into it. Very expensive, and so is the sealing potion to finish it,' spoke a women knowledge-fully from behind the register. 'I use to use it to create robes for all occasions, but there is hardly any demand for them any more,' she continued ringing up a boy who Harry swore was a Ravenclaw, Terry something.
'What do they do?' Harry asked conversationally.
As the boy walked out of the door the woman turned toward Harry, 'Really they are self explanatory. Quite literally robes for all occasions, in winter they stay warm in summer they stay breathy, in formal occasions they transform to be complementary to you and your surroundings. The spell work forms depending on if you want to be part of the crowd or to stand out among your peers. The robes can be just as casual as it is formal; cleaning charms preserving charms adjustments spells ensure they always are clean and fit. In fact they will transform as you slip into the muggle world into something you find suitable. Quite an achievement if I do say so myself.'
'So why do you not sell many of them? I mean it sounds like something everyone could use,' Harry's curtesy had changed to curiosity.
'Well even though I can do the initial cutting and fitting and some of the minor spell work, the majority of it has to be preformed by the witch or wizard themselves, as well as the fact that the druidic potion needs a Master to make within the presence of the materials owner, once made it is locked to the owners blood line. They tend to be heirloom objects...'
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Harry decided to order a set of robes from the spell absorbing material, as well as a few sets of casual robes, and a formal emerald green robe with gold trim, and getting fitted for some new Hogwarts robes.
'First year dear?'
'No second,' Harry mentioned casually.
He asked, after receiving the list of spells (including incantations and wand movements), that the robes be clear of spells. Mentioning he wanted to do the spell craft himself only caused her to raise an eyebrow.
'I have your measurements, I should finish with them by four today. It will be about a hundred and sixty galleons,' She had not expected him to be able to afford it as it was and was therefore surprised when he handed over the money straight away.
'Can I grab one of the summer robes though,' Harry wanted to ebb a bit more on the comfortable side of fashion just to be safe. Within ten minutes he was back out the door.
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The air of Flourish and Blotts was decidedly different than that of Ollivanders. Where the wand shop only contained dormant magic the book shop had magic at all levels of activity. But the number one expectancy was the feel of knowledge. Needing to know what books to buy for school the first thing Harry did was walk over to the counter at the rear of the store. Walking right past the sign for Gilderoy Lockhart's appearance next week.
Waiting for the shop keeper's attention he scanned around the area looking for something interesting. Looking up he saw a translucent set of books resting on the ceiling fifteen feet above him. Trying to figure out why they were there Harry did not notice the store keeper move up in front of him.
'How may I help you young man?' The gentleman asked causing Harry to jump.
'I seem to be missing my supply list for Hogwarts, and I was wondering if you could tell me what books they requested to be ordered for students?' Harry asked timidly.
'What year?'
'Second please,' the boy responded.
'Easy enough, Standard Book of Spells Grade 2 and Lockhart's set,' he pulled out the mentioned books.
'Can you hold on to those as I look around for some more books?' Harry wanted to get a few more interesting ones to fill his time with.
...
Half an hour and a massive stack of books later, after climbing up and down the ladders around the shop to find books the covered the subjects that he thought were interesting. Among them were the Standard Book of Spells (Grade 3 through 9) as well as the Not So Standard set. A half dozen of them were ministry restricted and to purchase them would require a magical signature from an adult. Not to mention several potion books, some of which could have been considered dark.
What surprised the manager the most though was the empty space showing up halfway down the stack. When he went to grab the book underneath the space his hand hit along an invisible book. Feeling his excitement rise as he opened the cover to reveal the title, "The Invisible Book of Invisibility".
'Where did you find this book young man, they have been missing since last December?' He questioned.
The boy in the casual summer robes with a cloth tying back his hair just pointed to a spot above the managers head, 'They are just resting there on the ceiling, I can buy it right? I thought it looked interesting.'
So relieved about not losing that many books the shop owner had the clerk ring up the purchase and gave them to him at half price.
He did not even bother registering the ministry restricted books.
'40 galleons 7 sickles and 2 knuts please.'
And after charming his bag to be bottomless and weightless the manager walked the child out to the main thorough fair.
...
Jules Mason spent most of the morning going between stores picking up textbooks and various other supplies. Not exactly sure what level of texts she picked up all the secondary school texts she could find.
'Maybe Harry could find some use for the Biology text.'
For some reason having a preteen to take care of she wanted to get everything that she had ever wanted at that age. Then also thinking that there were other things he might enjoy she started picking up anything that looked interesting.
It was around noon that she realised that she did not know what sort of things Harry might like. Jules started to rant at herself for blowing her own carefully organised budget.
Leaving the Jaguar show room without purchasing anything Mrs Mason decided to track down the encyclopaedia set after she had a quick bite to eat and then getting away from the shopping area.
...
The young Hogwarts student had a very fulfilling lunch at the Leaky Cauldron.
Pulling out his newly acquired wand (even though it was missing the usual warmth his original gave him) was able to open the arch back into Diagon Alley.
Harry walked in to the apothecary with intentions to just refill his potions kit.
At least that was what he told himself.
He did ignore the solid gold cauldron. The silver one was tempting (he wondered what sort of potions it was required for).
After toping up his own supplies he decided to buy the intermediate potions kit... And the advanced one, along with some of the rarer ingredients he read about in his potions book. Then when he stumbled across the shelves of books he just got a few dozen of them (he had to leave some left on the shelf after all).
Near the back of the shop there was a display with what looked oddly like one of his Uncle Vernon's combination lock briefcases. It had four dials that apparently held the numbers zero to nine. It read "Javitch's Portable Potions Pantry" or JP3 as was written on the handle of the case. It claimed to be able to store "any Potions Master's complete stock" library, equipment, raw materials and products at any stage of completion combined "Guaranteed to keep them in the upright stationary position no matter how abused the case is while 'locked'. " Opening it, Harry was astounded to find a pewter cauldron (size 6), that by all rights should have never been able to fit inside it in the first place (Why he was surprised, when he had already spent a year in the wizarding world, he had no clue). When he inquired about it from the attendant she was at first sceptical of his ability to pay for everything (including a JP3).
Some haggling and four hundred Galleons latter he was ready to go back to Madam Malkin's to pick up his robes, after storing most his bags in the case (will never weigh more than ten kilos even when completely stocked).
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All bags charmed to be light weight and unnoticeable Harry walked out of the Alley and into the pub and called Jules, an hour earlier than expected. His purse on his belt was still quite full of coins even though he spent more in the one day than he had in his life beforehand.
Fifteen minutes later Jules was pulling up and they were both on their way home.
Oddly she became quite red when Harry asked her if she stuck close to her budget.
Her only comment was that she was expecting a few delivery trucks tomorrow.
A special shout out to beautifulelf (userid=333508) for her story resurrection (storyid=1314438), excelent piece of work. I can easily write those type of scenes (not in this story) the hard bit is not making it to cliche. Dumbledore is a driven man, I won't share some of my theories because they make excelent plot bunnies and I don't want to give them all away. Your review really touched me and it is the reason that I am trying to get this posted at a quarter to one in the morning.
the Fierce Deity, God of War I agree with some of what you mentioned but I am not going to push it to far. I want to fill in some of the cannon gaps with this story.
I don't want to comment on the rest of the reviews because I enjoy stories that I am not sure exactly what is going to happen next but when looking back the pieces just fit.
5 August 2003