Disclaimer: This fic is purely fantasy. It has not happened, though if one believes in multiple realties, perhaps it has. For your benefit, and my legal obligation, the obligatory shall now be spoken: I DO NOT OWN THIS! JOE ROWLING OWNS HARRY POTTER! Thanks. Now, please reply. Thank you again.

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A Hogwarts Diary:
HARRY POTTER & ALEXANDER PRINCE
Alternate Sorcerer's Stone

By Zodiac Phoenix

Chapter One

Harry sat up with a gasp. He was just dreaming. No way would a giant be able to ride a flying motorbike. He blinked, sighing as he looked outside.

The sound of blue jays, the babbling brook somewhere in the forest beyond their dismally small village, and of course, the bitter sweet smell of ocean somewhere in the distance. They weren't far from the coast. Not that that mattered much. Remus and Sirius kept a relatively tight leash on his sister and him for a while.

He was ten, and had the lean and toned body of a boy who did nothing but play Quidditch almost every waking moment, whenever he wanted to escape a boring lesson of Remus' or a prank of Sirius which generally misfired onto himself. Of course, they were well received in the village. No body stared like they did in London. He placed both cold feet onto his floor, feeling his head swim as the window opened and in crept a boy from the village. He was Harry's age, and he had taken an almost unnecessary infatuation with his sister, Amanda, whom he found as boring at times as Remus could be. Not that she didn't have her share in the fun. She could hold her own in a pillow fight, and had few ticklish spots to speak of, at least out loud in a house full of tickle torturers like Sirius and Harry.

They had taken on one more, a young blonde haired boy named Draco Malfoy, who they had found just outside the village Apparation wards around the house, strangling on something almost invisible. Sirius had of course saved the boy, being his nephew from the terrible pure blooded family of Malfoys. He was now Draco Lucius Malfoy Black, and an official Bandit Marauder, as Harry called their cute little trio of mischief making. It seemed young Draco wasn't too terribly inclined with pranking someone, and once they got over their frosty indifference, he became as good as gold with them. He was only seven when they found him, and that was three years ago. They had to do a bit of 'deprogramming' as Sirius called it, and Draco was willing to forget his family in the face of a warmer, more open and caring family, no matter what people thought.

Lucius had, of course, been lying when he swore before the Wizengomet about being 'hoodwinked' by Voldemort. He had the gold and popularity to stay out of Azkaban, but when Draco was placed before the court a few years back, his bruises and bleeding cuts displayed to the shocked people, Narcissa and Lucius both were placed in side by side cells next to their cousin Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband. It didn't take much persuasion by Sirius to get the boy to come live with him, as he was, after all, the boy's only relative.

The time they had spent together was bitter sweet, as today they would be receiving their letters and go off to be swept up in the frenzy of shopping while the house mother, Remus, stayed behind to make sure their stuff got along fine.

"Awake yet, sleepy head?" Draco asked, stopping just short to scowl at the boy. "What are you doing here, Darion?"

"What?" The boy laughed, falling inward and grunting as he made a graceful attempt to stand and brush it off. "You can chase away true love!"

"Its not true love…" Draco snorted, Harry nodding as he took out a set of clothes, even tossing Draco what he had come to borrow, a pair of slacks, as most of his jeans tended to get dirty, what with the games he and Harry got into when they were bored. They thought alike, and both were competent most in the game of Quidditch.

"Look…" He glanced around. "I just wanted to giver her this…" he held up of a flower, one which looked suspiciously from his mother's garden. "You get your letter yet, Potter?" He asked, smiling as Harry threw something at his head. It came fluttering back, the golden Snitch having avoided the exit as it was charmed to.

Draco merely smirked, letting Harry take the shower first, even though he had the terrible habit of taking all the hot water. But by the sounds of it, Sirius had beaten Harry to the punch. Draco merely sighed. He hated cold showers. They made him shiver, and he didn't want anything but the warmth of his thoughts and family.

"What's the matter?" Darion asked, taking a step forward and looking at Draco. "You okay, man?"

"Yeah…Fine…Just imagining another cold shower…" Draco muttered. "Amanda is in her room…She'll probably give you a very kick to your head…or arse…Doesn't bother me much…" He padded away, his green pj's shifting as he stretched and scratched at his bottom.

Darion merely rolled his eyes. Boys these days, he thought, snickering. He had already received his letter, being a relative of Dumbledore's. More precisely, he was the ancient man's great grand son.

"HARRY!" Sirius' voice was calling.

"In the shower, Mr. Black…" Darion said, knocking on Amanda's door.

"Darion, I don't think she wants to see you…" Sirius said.

"Why is that?" He asked, pouting.

"Maybe that toad you chucked at her…Or was it a rock?" Draco asked dryly.

"That was last year!" He said, sniffing rather indignantly as the door cracked open before slamming close. Amanda's clearly muffled voice made Darion glare at the door.

"GO AWAY DEMETRIUS! I don't have anything to say to you!"

"Come on, Amanda!" Darion said desperately. "It was an accident!"

The door was yanked open, and Amanda stood, dressed in muggle clothes that made her dark red haired beauty become amplified. She had a blouse and bell bottoms on, her dark hair being held back by a number of plastic colored pins. It was her green eyes that made Darion weak kneed.

"Well…I…Um…" He stammered, Draco trying and failing to contain his sniggering laughter. Harry appeared, bathrobe clutched shut as he scampered to his room. Draco slipped inside, his clothes tucked under his arm.

Sirius sighed, shaking his head. With three mouths to feed and no job that he could hold for more than a month, Sirius began to fall back on his family gold, something he was rather disgusted about doing, as he knew that it was somehow tainted with pure blooded fascism. He had recently acquired a shop, and was selling joke products.

"If you want to say something to me, you shouldn't have chucked a toad at me!" She said forcibly shoving him against the wall and standing barely a foot away, her hand barely inches, balled into a fist with one jabbing with accusation as she began to pick at him, her voice rising until Harry and Sirius dragged her away.

Remus was working on something as they entered, Sirius tenuously watching a pan of frying bacon, his eyes glancing every so often towards Remus, who seemed very engrossed with the Daily Prophet. Harry and Amanda snorted to themselves, if it was one thing you did not trust Sirius to do, it was cook. The man had been horrendous at potions. His skills at the culinary trade were just as abysmal. Though, Remus was moderately better, his potion skills just as bad but he knew how to cook, probably because he had to live so much of his early life alone, or around Sirius and James. Sirius seemed ready to jump when Darion stepped over to help him.

"Here…Let me…" Darion sighed, Sirius thanking him as he sat down to nurse a cup of strong tea.

"So where are those letters?" Harry asked, looking around with obvious disappointment.

"They'll come. I believe McGonagall said today the P's were going out…" He smiled.

"Q's or R's?" Darion snorted. Remus fixed him with a look before shaking his head.

"I'd have thought she sends them all out…" Harry said, pouring some milk into his porridge.

"She does…Only in blocks of Last name in alphabetical order. She started a few weeks ago after all the letters were done." Remus pointed out. "Look, here they come…"

A pair of owls swooped through the open door, swinging through the air to avoid the fan and dropping four letters onto the table. Then they took off, hooting to one another. Darion leaned with the frying pan out of the way so they couldn't add anything to the eggs and bacon.

"Well…Looks like he's sent your letter, Darion…Wonder what took him so long…" Harry murmured, pinwheeling it to the boy, who caught it with mitten hands.

"Looks like our family vault has been opened, as well…" Amanda said, shaking her envelope and catching the tiny golden key that fell out. Draco looked at it, his face drawing a bit. Sirius merely shrugged.

"We can all draw from it, if you want…Not like your father was poor or anything…"

Harry and Amanda shrugged, nodding. It was true. The Potter clan had been one of the richest, and had many houses across the face of England, which they visited with their grandfather, Harry John Potter, who was head of the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic.

"This lot looks a tad expensive…" Darion said, smirking when Sirius' foot connected with his shin, making him yelp and glare at Sirius.

"Would you quit…Why don't you go home, kid?" Sirius growled. "I doubt your parents are worried sick, as you seem to find our house more attractive than your own."

"Yeah…The people inside my house are very cheerful…" He said with sarcasm. His parents were a pair of shop owners of a local Apothecary.

"Fine…The bacon is going to burn anyway…" He muttered, sneaking one as Sirius swatted him out.

Alex groaned in his bed, rolling over when a soft depression on his mattress made him growl. A hand fell on his shoulder, and he wanted to lash out.

"Come on…" A soft young female voice spoke. "You have to wake up, Alexander…"

"TONKS!" Alex finally lost it, launching himself at the seventeen year old, tackling her onto the bed, beating her up with his pillow. She fended him off, tickling him as he tried to smother her with the down feathers.

"I hate to interrupt," A slightly deeper, softer feminine voice spoke. "But my son has a letter addressed to him."

"Hey, mom…" Alex panted. He sat up, Tonks smiling as she tossed the pillow and dragged the squirming bundle of deep ruby over to her side. "Thanks…" He snatched the letter, resting back against Tonks' warm body as she played with his glossy raven hair.

"My Hogwarts letter!" He announced happily. Evelyn smiled, nodding, winking at Tonks who had only recently graduated. She was staying with them as a babysitter for a while until she could arrange for her Auror training to begin.

"Open it up…" Tonks smiled, wrapping her arms about his torso as Evelyn sat next to her, one hand holding a mug of steaming coffee, the other resting gently on Tonks' shoulder. "

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

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Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

"Wooh…When did he get an Order of Merlin?" Alex asked in awe.

"Grendelwald…" Tonks murmured. Evelyn nodded.

"I won't be surprised if Harry receives one when he comes of age, a bit of a belayed birthday present. He deserves it." Evelyn mused, regretting it as the words left her mouth. She covered it as Alex began frowning, his face hardening. It wasn't enough that the boy and his 'family' came to visit during the Christmas holidays, a tradition for the dissolved Order of Phoenix, and it was Evelyn's new job to 'hold down the fort' until they would need it again, Dumbledore's conviction that he would return great enough to make everyone nervous when they got together. She sighed to herself. As much as she loved her son, Harry would always somehow put him in a bad mood. The fact that the boy was the reason he had no father was something she found must have irritated him to no end. And the fact Sirius always ended up trying to make him somehow made her angry to. Remus kept the tensions from flaring, but she could never forgive Sirius, who tried very hard to keep himself in company around her, as he must have feared her relation to Snape would put him in some sort of mortal peril.

"What else does it say?" Tonks asked, gently steering him away from doing something foolish, since he had been trained to use his powers to a better degree than most wizards. This was because he was, as Evelyn loved to remind him, a special child. He was an easy learner, and was able to perform a few basic spells wandlessly. He continued to read it aloud: "

Dear Mr. Prince,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

You're sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

"What are we going to do?" Alex asked. "It's a day after the due date…"

"Don't worry…" Evelyn smiled. "If I know our favorite headmaster, he'll take you in whether or not your owl is received. I'll go send one just in case…" she smiled.

"Be careful…" Alex said to her. "He's a very nosy old goat!"

She smiled, giggling and nodding as Tonks snorted into his neck, slowly getting up and lifting him off the ground. The boy struggled in her strong, if clumsy grip until he found her side and tickled. She let go of him, giving him time to run off towards the bathroom, Tonks trailing after him with some clothes she had summoned from his dresser. She left them on the counter as she headed for the kitchen, helping set the table up, albeit very clumsily. Evelyn had to catch her from dousing the eggs with pumpkin juice.

"Just sit down, Tonks…" Evelyn smiled as the girl sat down, sighing.

"How am I ever going to get into the Auror Department?" She moaned, her head hitting the table, being padded by her right hand. The other was playing with her blouse. "I can't even set the table without tripping."

"You just need to focus, morning bird…" Evelyn siad, sitting down and hugging the young girl. She was her cousin, as she was something related to the Tonks through the Blacks, and not because of Sirius.

"I'm trying…" She pouted. Evie smiled, placing a warm kiss on her forehead.

"Well, I think Cyrus may be willing to help you if you wish…" Evelyn said as Cyrus Auden walked in, and turned, trying to walk out again.

"Cyrus!" Evelyn laughed. "Come back here!"

"That girl's trouble!" Cyrus laughed, sitting down and playfully pouting as Tonks tried not to cry. "If she does make it through the training, it'll be sheer dumb luck…"

Tonks dark violet hair slowly turned mousy brown and her heart shaped face seemed to crack as she stumbled away from the table, crashing into Quinn as she ran from the room.

Evelyn sighed, fixing Cyrus with an angry glare. Alex appeared, glancing around before sitting down.

"What did you do now?" Alex asked tonelessly.

"Nothing!" Cyrus said, frowning at Evelyn, who was trying to contain her laughter as she shook silently with laughter. Quinn ruffled Alex's hair as he sat down, causing the chair to groan at his girth.

"Careful!" Evelyn giggled. "Sounds like the chair is objecting."

Quinn merely childishly stuck his tongue out at her, turning his nose up as he topped a great omelet on his plate with bacon, relish, and some tomato sauce. Evelyn had to refer from gagging as the man bit into it. Quinn had to have the worst taste in toppings imaginable. He was also prone to bets, some making her cringe to even thing about.

"Who am I going with to get my stuff?" Alex asked as he bit into a half folded piece of bread that contained marmalade, bacon, and eggs. Disgusting, of course, but a sad product of being around the giant lycanthrope for so long. Monty watched him mutely, smiling as Evelyn sighed, shaking her head.

"I'll go with you, if you wish, Alexander..." Monty said in his Scottish accent. "I need to get a few things, and it'll give you a chance to see the better parts of the alley most children your age never see."
Evelyn's face went from smiling and twinkling to cold and vacant.

"You are not putting my child down that side of the alley, Monty..." She said in a deadly quiet voice.

"Now hold on!" He said, smiling and holding up his hand, the other grasping his pipe. "I'm merely going down the right side of the street, love, not that street!" He smiled.

She nodded, smiling and sighing.

"I can go with you..." Quinn said, sticking his tongue out at Evelyn as she shook her head. "I'm a very intimidating person..."

"Gee...Thanks..." Alex pouted.

"Have fun, my little raven..." She laughed, ruffling his hair again as he finished up and went to collect his traveling things. These included a dagger, for a measure of protection, a compass, a length of rope that was charmed to bear even Quinn's massive weight, and a piece of string charmed to be an emergency Portkey should they come across any danger. He looped a beautiful leather satchel, one with Celtic designs around the edges and on the flap, the image of a rampant griffon one he had been working on for weeks. It was a side project of his, Evelyn promising to get him a bag for school he could doodle and work on. Alex had the innate curiosity to create, something that one might not consider a child would be able to do at such a young age.

A thick pair of heavy leather boots and kid gloves, he was ready to go. He tied a red bandana with gold designs over his black locks, smiling at his rather roguish image in the hall mirror. Monty smiled, pulling on his long leather trench coat and Quinn pulled on a breastplate of suede like black leather that would deflect quite a few low level or powered spells. Over it he pulled a sweater, one she had so miserably created. She winced at it, frowning at him as he grinned wolfishly at her. They departed, Evelyn standing and waving as Alex placed himself between Monty and Quinn as they headed for the safety of the forest...

Harry looked around as he caught his sister, belched from the marble fireplace as emerald flames danced in the grit and massive pit.

"Draco behind you?" Harry asked, the both catching the stumbling boy as he literally fell from the flames. He grinned sheepishly, thanking them as they brushed each other and themselves off. Harry smirked as he swatted at Amanda's butt, claiming she had a patch of ash back there. She merely slugged him in the arm. Hard.

"Ouch!" Harry laughed as Draco sniggered and Sirius stepped from the flames, brushing what little remained of the ash from his robes as he took the lead, smiling and greeting people they passed. He seemed to know a few, but people mostly saw his image from ten years ago and waved at him. Harry felt himself become self conscious as eyes took in his face, the scar, and his company, Sirius, his sister, and Draco.

They followed Sirius to the snowy white building of the Wizarding Bank, Gringotts.

"I need to make a withdrawal…" Sirius told the nearest goblin in the lobby. Harry and Amanda looked around, Draco self consciously playing with his platinum blonde hair, which made him stand out in the family where everyone had dark hair.

Harry smiled as he watched a giant appear, with a tall, cultured man, and frowned at the raven haired, red bandana wearing boy who was between them.

"Alex..." Harry whispered. Draco turned and glared at the boy, who glared back, his hand falling to the 'rabbit killer' as Harry had called it, more a survival knife than a real dagger. A butcher's knife was larger than the dagger, which was concealed under the boy's long sleeve white shirt and red short sleeve over it, with the gold griffon on it.

"What's up?" Sirius asked, his face lighting up as he saw Quinn Altress and Montgomery Monty standing on either side of Alexander. He greeted the big man, who was asking about something to the goblin, who nodded.

Alex stepped into the robe shop, feeling his body trembling. He had rarely come here, unlike Harry, Amanda and Draco. A rather homely woman greeted them as the door closed behind them.

"Hogwarts, dear?" She asked. Alex nodded. Monty was looking through some robes, smiling to himself. Quinn merely sat down, his big form not exactly melting into the darkness of the shop.

"Right…I have the lot here…There's a boy being done up just now in the back…" She said. Alex followed her to the back of the shop.

In the rear of the shop a boy with long auburn hair tied in a ponytail and wearing a pair of reading glasses greeted him mutely with a gentle incline of his head, trying to keep from looking down as the woman seemed to be delicately lacing needles into the thick material of the robes.

Alex climbed up onto the footstool she patted, holding his leather belt as she tugged gently at the robe she had pulled over his head.

"There…Now just stand still a minute while I talk with this customer." She stood and spoke with some people in the front, and Alex glanced around, finding Monty had appeared, leaning against the door, holding a beautiful sapphire blue dress robe.

"It's for your mother..." He smiled.

"Is it her birthday?" Alex asked, pouting. "I almost forgot."

"I'm sure you did." Monty chuckled softly. "I am sure Quinn will ask for your help picking something out."

The boy watched them curiously.

"Are you going to Hogwarts, too?" He asked. "My dad is a muggle who works for the Library of Oxford, and my mum is...I think she called herself a squib."

"A child born to Wizarding parents with no magical potential..." Monty nodded in sympathy. "I here that magic can skip a generation."

"So, have you thought of what you would like for your birthday, Alexander?" Monty asked politely. "It is in a few days, if I am correct."

"It is..." Alex smiled, frowning when Harry, Amanda and Draco appeared, turning away to glare forcibly at the wall.

"Hello, Montgomery...How are you?" Sirius asked, clearing his throat.

"I'm fine, Sirius...How is the shop?" Monty asked with a smile.

"It's doing fine..." Sirius said, glancing at his three young charges oddly. Alex merely snorted to himself.

"That's you done, dear…" Madame Malken said, tugging gently on Alex's robes. He hopped down, not removing the robe as she transferred the tailoring to a handful of other black robes, his required lot for school. He paid her for the purchase. Sirius merely smiled at him as he walked away, Quinn smiling to himself.

"Alright there, Alexander?" Quinn murmured as they entered the bookstore, Flourish and Blotts. Alex was about to reply when he accidently collided with someone. He started to apologize when his voice, and stomach, seemed to fade and stop working. Even his heart seemed to slow. His eyes slowly widened, his mouth gaping open.

Staring up at him with a slight frown was a beautiful young girl, about his age. He got to his feet, offering a hand. She took it, smiling at him shyly as he helped her collect the books she had scattered when they ran into each other. Alex felt his face flush as she thanked softly.

"Sorry about that…" Alex murmured. "I didn't really see where I was going…" he muttered.

"It's okay…" She whispered. "Thank you…" She smiled, turning and running off, after a tall man who was beckoning her to follow him. Alex looked down, seeing a beautiful pendant and a ribbon on the ground. He quickly retrieved them, but the girl and her father were gone. Monty appeared, holding his books.

"Way to go, Romeo…" Quinn whispered, laughing as Alex glared at him.

"Who is she?" Alex whispered, holding both the ribbon and the pendant. Alex looked down, examining the pendant. It was a seven pointed silver star decorated with Celtic knot work and a large sapphire in the center, tiny sapphires at the center of each point. He tucked both into his satchel, meaning to return them if they saw the two again.

They got their books, but could not find the girl, and thankfully, didn't run into Sirius or his small trio of 'rugrats' as Quinn fondly referred to them. They did the rest of their shopping rather quickly, Monty stopping at the shops he needed to while Quinn and Alex disappeared into The Magical Menagerie, reappearing with a baby wolf pup with two tails and faintly terrier features, who had a wagging tail as Alex gently locked a slender silver chain, letting Quinn tap his wand to the diamond of metal that dangled from the center of the chain. A name appeared, ORION NIMBUS, along with an address to contact and on the back, Alex's full name, ALEXANDER ORION PRINCE.

Their last stop was in a small shop with peeling letters over the doorway, pronouncing it to be Ollivanders: Providers of Fine Wands Since 287 B.C.

A tinkling bell sounded from somewhere deep within the shop as Alex cleared his throat to speak.

"Ahh…There you are…Yes…I've been waiting for you for sometime…" A soft voice spoke. A man seemed to appear out of thin air, barely a foot from Alex. The startled yelp elicited a chuckle from both Quinn and the man.

"Hello Oliver…Still selling wands?" Quinn asked.

"Your mother has requested I create a special wand for you, young master Prince…" The man said. "So today, I shall have you try out a few wands to gauge which wood to use with the feather and tail hair she has sent me."

"A dual core wand?" Quinn looked surprised. "Are you sure that it's safe to be giving a new student…" He stopped as Oliver focused his silver gaze upon the giant man.

"I would not recommend it, but it is your Lady's wish…So I shall honor it." He turned to Alex. "Now, young master…Which is your wand arm?"

Harry frowned, glancing back over his shoulder.

"What is wrong with that bloke?" He whispered. "He was just…"

"Creepy?" Amanda asked, nodding and shivering herself. Sirius merely chuckled, looking around and failing to see whatever it was he was looking for.

"They've probably gone, Sirius…" Harry nearly snapped, Draco nudging him as the man flushed, looking a tad ashamed.

"I don't know what your talking about Harry…" He said, clearing his throat as they reached the public floo access.

"Of course not…" Harry muttered, frowning darkly as they reached for the floo powder.