Around a Year and Half Later: September 11th, 2010, 8 Days until Hermione's Birthday, 1 Day until her Hogwarts letter

Finalizing the details of their plan, Narcissa, John and the Grangers enrolled Harry and Hermione in one of the area's top schools. Narcissa was speechless at the level of difference between Magical Europe and America. First of all, there were no wands at all, as magic was like a muscle: the harder you train it, the stronger and easier it would be to use it.

"What is accidental magic if not pure, unrefined magic?" John told Narcissa.

Instead, students were taught to focus and will their magic into reality through sheer intent alone, the process surprisingly easy. When Harry and Hermione came home one afternoon, a few weeks after starting their schooling, and simply waved their hands, turning the dinner table into a giant snake and back, Narcissa had to be escorted to her chair, she was so shocked. It didn't stop there though, because as the months came and went, the feats the children performed became more and more intense.

Conjuring acts of nature in one's hand, such a miniature tornado, self transfigurating themselves into various creatures both real and fictional (which was something Hermione honestly found quite hilarious), apparation and portals, you name it, Magical Europe was simply outclassed by an impossible margin, and this was just the beginning.

Apparently, the various manga and comic book creators in Japan, America and various other countries, many of them were squibs or nonmagicals that married into the family, and since they couldn't use magic, decided to change their respective countries' magic and publish as manga and comics. Doctor Strange and other superheroes were inspired by American magics, while Naruto, Bleach and other manga were inspired by Japanese magics. Although, to stay hidden from the nonmagical world, at least until they revealed themselves, they either weakened, strengthened or simply inverted the magics that inspired them.

As she heard of one Harry's friends say, it was retarded. That's how stupid the whole thing it was. Although, it was not without its limits. Despite all magic can do, the truly dead could simply not be brought back to life. Their soul has long since departed and could not be brought back. Yes those who died for a few seconds can be resuscitated by various means, but those dead for a few hours were long gone.

Over the months, Narcissa attempted to train herself in what the kids were doing, and although she could do things on a small scale, like a thin stream of water from her finger, it was nowhere near what Harry and Hermione were capable of. Talking with a nurse from their school, she was disheartened to learn that because she used a wand for years, the magical materials used to make the wand would essentially leech off of her magical core, limiting its size and capabilities permanently as it became more attuned to her: the more she used it, the smaller her potential would become to the point all she could do was the bare minimum and needed a wand.

Although she was deeply saddened for a time, Harry soon brought her out of her funk, stating that he didn't care if she couldn't do magic his way, just as long as she was there when he did it and could experience it with him. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and the two families had to move back to Britain. For the past few weeks they've been reinstating themselves in the community, stating they were just traveling.

Narcissa tiredly walked down the stairs, trying to keep herself up. Peeking out the window, she scowled as it was still dark out. Casting a quick wandless Tempus, she internally cursed as it wasn't even morning yet. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she heard something plop onto the couch. Sneaking over, she peaked around the corner and her heart sank.

In the dimly lit room, with a nightstand lamp next to him along with a mug of coffee, the slightly muscular body of Harry was curled up on the couch, his knees scrunched up and his face placed on them. Recognizing what he was doing, Narcissa quickly came over and gently placed her hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of his stupor. Looking up, she saw that his emerald green eyes, ones that no longer needed glasses, were red, and a few tear trails were staining his cheeks. Flicking her eyes toward his forehead, a force of habit, she forcibly reminded herself that his scar has been gone for over a year.

"Everything alright Harry?" She asked, concerned for her child. She unfortunately knew that during moments like this, it was almost impossible to get him to confess what he was thinking, so she was surprised when he did.

"To be honest, I'm scared Mum. In a little over a year we'll be right under the nose of the psychopath who sent me to the Dursleys and had Hermione and I married to that family of gits. Ginny, from what you told us, was actually pretty nice compared to the rest of her family, even though she had her moments, so I guess I had something of a happy life. Hermione however, I could only imagine the living hell she experienced being married to her worst tormentor. You know my friend Kimihito, who transferred from Japan? He had an older neighbor in high school when he lived in Japan, and she and her 'boyfriend' had the absolutely worst fights every week to the point she was in tears afterwards. He has never seen her so miserable before in his life." Harry murmured, uncurling and slumping back into the couch. Narcissa plopped down next to him, rubbing her hand up and down his back soothingly.

"What if we fail? What if Dumbledore figures things out and throws everything out of whack? What if Voldemort does something differently? I mean, we'll be marrying four women we've never even met. What if Dumbledore does something to them just to get to us? I'm just so scared everything will go to shite anyway." Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"To be quite honest, I'm scared as well." Narcissa confessed as well, opting to lie back against the couch as well.

"A stray spell, an Obliviate, a potion, anything and you're both gone from our lives, maybe forever. I know it won't do anything to you two but I still don't want that to happen regardless and wouldn't want that to happen to anyone else, even though you'll do whatever you can to help them." Narcissa lamented.

"Mum, we'll be fine when it comes to that: remember what we're capable of. Besides, that's not what I was worried about!" Harry exclaimed.

"I know that hun, it's that I just can't help but worry anyway. I'm your mother, I'm supposed to worry about you. Now come on, let's go to bed, your girlfriend is getting her letter tomorrow." Narcissa teased, heaving herself off the couch and going back upstairs, leaving a red faced Harry behind.

"MUM!"

The Next Day, 12 September, Hermione's Birthday

It was a beautiful Sunday, and inside the Granger household, only Harry and Hermione were there, as Dan and Emma were at their dental practice, and Narcissa was out grocery shopping for the week for her and Harry. Harry and Hermione were in her house, sitting on the couch in her living room, playing Street Fighter IV on PS3, with Harry playing as M. Bison, and Hermione playing as Akuma.

"And that's another win for me." Hermione said smugly, patting a dejected Harry on the shoulder.

Clad in mundane pajamas, Hermione sat cross legged, her toned legs bringing attention to a sliver of lightly tanned stomach that was left uncovered from her shirt. Stretching her arms above her head, she thrust her modest B-Cup breasts forward, careful not to whack Harry in the head, who was peeking out of the corner of his eye and looking at her figure.

"Another flawless win you mean? Bloody hell Hermione I didn't even land a single hit on you. How do you do it?" Harry asked.

"Skill, hand eye coordination and the memorization of framerates." Hermione boasted, twirling the controller in her hand expertly, reminiscent of the American cowboys. Before they could start the next round, they heard a tapping on the window. Leaning over, the duo saw a sandy brown owl pecking on the glass, an expected envelope of parchment in its talons.

Getting up, standing at 5'2 and bringing out the full effect of her developing hourglass figure, Hermione walked over to open the window and let the owl in. Sticking out its leg, the owl graciously drank from the bowl of water provided to it as Hermione removed the envelope and opened it, and began reading the letter inside.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederacy of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Granger

We are pleased to inform you that you have been invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. If you do decide to attend, a representative of our school will come to give you an introduction as soon as possible.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Uniform

First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings

Please note that all pupils clothes should carry name tags

Course Books

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic, Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory, Adalbert Waffing

A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration, Eric Ewitch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions, Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, Quetin Trimble

Other Equipment

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal Phil's

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl or a cat or a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

Hermione read the page and snorted. "Why would we need broomsticks anyway after the first year? Only seven students per house are allowed to use them anyway on account of being on the Quidditch team." She mused. Walking back over to Harry and plopping back down next to him, she handed the parchment to him before picking her controller back up. Harry quickly browsed over the parchment before he too laughed a bit.

"We can scratch off at least six, maybe seven of these things off the list. Do you have the response letter?" Harry asked, getting up and standing at a height of 4'10, carefully folding the letter and placing it to the side. Hermione nodded, pointing towards the kitchen table, where a nice white piece of folded mundane paper was waiting. Walking over and clad in a simple white tank top, one that left his toned and slightly muscular arms exposed and pajama bottoms, Harry gave the owl a small treat and a quick scratch behind its head before opening a window for it.

"Get going mate, Hedwig hasn't been out in a couple days and she's getting restless. No hard feelings." Harry apologized before a terrifying shriek sounded, the Hogwarts owl's eyes widening in absolute terror before it flew out the open window as fast as it could. Crawling across the ceiling was a strange chimera of wyvern, bat and owl, drool dripping from its fanged beak, it's white scales and feathers on full display. Hopping down onto the floor, the beast stood on its hind legs at a height of 3'8 and stretched its forelimbs, allowing its batlike wings to pop out to an impressive 9 foot wingspan. As she did so, the feathers lining its serpentine body puffed out before flattening, showing off her sleek and muscular body, her thin, three foot long scaly tail waving in the air lazily.

"Well good morning to you Hedwig." Harry spoke to his familiar in Parsletongue, who nuzzled into his hand, chattering happily as he scratched the tuft of feathers on her head, careful not to touch the sensitive pair of crumpled ram horns growing out of the side in her head, nearly a foot across from tip to tip.

"Good morning Massster." Responded Hedwig, one of Magical America's apex predators, the Crumple Horned Snorkack, and the dragon's only equal. Seeing the letter in her master's hand, her body quickly shrunk before becoming a beautiful snowy owl with golden eyes. Clutching the envelope in her talons, Harry's hand glowing dully for a brief second before waving it over the paper, coating it in a few subtle charms similar in effect to the European Compulsion Charm, only much more effective. With that, Hedwig quickly became a speck in the distance, traveling towards Hogwarts at almost 200 kilometers an hour.

"Did you give Hedwig the letter Harry?" Hermione called over from the couch.

"Yeah she's on her way, why?" Harry shouted back.

"I'm feeling peckish so can you bring the bag of crisps over please? Oh, and a little bit of chocolate!" She begged, taking full advantage of the fact that sugar couldn't affect her badly anymore. She had a few years to make up.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in the Scottish Highlands, in an ancient looking castle, filled with dozens of suits of armor, ghosts and other magical things, some too terrifying for children to even begin to experience, sat an older, stern looking witch. Next to her was a small stack of parchment and an automatic quill that was writing the Hogwarts acceptance letters. The witch herself was looking over each letter, making sure it matched up with the list of students that were invited, stuffing it in an envelope, and sealing it with wax.

Just as she finished another letter, she heard a harsh tapping on the window next to her. Peering over, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped a bit as she saw a beautiful snowy owl glaring at her from behind the glass, copious amounts of steam wafting off its feathers. Opening the window, she gently took the warm letter from the owl before it shot off again, vanishing over the horizon almost instantly. Lightly shaking her head in disbelief, she opened the muggle paper and began reading the perfectly uniform text on it.

"Muggles. What will they invent next?" She mused.

Dear Professor McGonagall

I do not require an introduction to the Wizarding World, as my Godmother, who is a witch herself, recognized I was a witch and informed my parents and I. She will be taking me to purchase my supplies sometime in the coming months, most likely a month or two before the term starts next year. I look forward to learning at Hogwarts on 1 September next year.

Regards, Hermione Granger

Minerva McGonagall shrugged nonchalantly and accepted the writing on the letter without question. This was a first for her, but as she was coming to Hogwarts 1 September next year, she was clearly eager to come, and according to the letter, she would be fine. There was nothing to fret about.

A few months later, 24 July, 1 week until Harry's Birthday

"Ugh, finally I won! I'll admit, I barely won but still!" Harry cheered. After months of game play, he finally beat Hermione in a match.

"Congratulations Harry, you barely won a round. Ready for Round 2?" Hermione deadpanned. Before they could continue, the expected tapping on the window drew their attention. Lazily, Harry took the letter, noting that this one was signed by Dumbledore himself, sent the owl off and called Hedwig. Carefully, he handed her his response letter, one that was practically vibrating with how many charms were on it. With that she shot off into the distance, leaving the two teens to their devices.

A few hundred miles away a few minutes later

In a large well decorated and furnished room within Hogwarts, filled with various rarities, books and other such items. Sucking on a lemon drop, an ancient looking man with an unsightly long beard and quite possibly the biggest eyesore called robes on the planet, gave himself a mental pat on the back. Over a decades worth of planning would eventually fall into place in a few weeks.

He was brought out of his musings when one the windows suddenly broke, startling his phoenix Fawkes, the fiery bird squawking in surprise. Landing on his desk, a white snowy owl shook itself before turning to glare at him. It quickly spread its wings at him, shrieking loudly before throwing a piece of muggle paper at him and shooting off into the distance. Perplexed, Dumbledore adjusted his half moon glasses and began reading the letter.

Dear Headmaster Dumbledore

I thank you for your invitation to Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore. It makes me feel good to know I'll actually be going to a magic school. My neighbor, Ms. Black- Dumbledore's eyebrows raised in panic- moved here a few years ago from America- Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief- and recognized the signs that I was a wizard and has been teaching me a little bit when she has the time. Considering she has a day off coming up soon, she will be taking me to buy my materials then.

I'm really excited to learn actual magic and can't wait for 1 September.

Signed, Harry Potter

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, idly stroking his beard as he pondered. This was slightly problematic. Harry having just a little bit of insight to the wizarding world was, while ultimately harmless, a noticeably sized dent in his current plans for The-Boy-Who-Lived. It was of no matter however, a few compulsions and obliviates and Harry will be back on the path he intended him to be. After all, how poetic would it be that one of Voldemort's Horcruxes destroy all the others before eventually falling.

Oh he knew how Tom achieved his immortality, he knew all about the Horcruxes, how many there were and that even Harry himself was a Horcux, albeit unintentionally. All he didn't know was where they were but he'd find out eventually. After all, they were in the Hogwarts library when he was a student there, only he didn't make any of them himself.

Besides, he couldn't afford to waste the time looking for and destroying them unless he absolutely had to, as he had three important positions to run and maintain: he even had to give some of his workload to Minerva. Sure Molly wanted the Potter fortune, hence why he let her use the Trust Vault key up until now, and she wanted young Ginerva to marry young Harry, her reasoning that it would raise them up in society and out of poverty when they married into the family, but in the end, it would not matter. Harry Potter would die and Voldemort would be defeated.

All for the Greater Good.

AN: I'll let you guys know right now, that even though Ron won't be portrayed as an absolute idiot, he definitely won't be getting EE's and what not on his grades. He and Harry had Hermione, the biggest perfectionist in their year group, as a friend, who would no doubt be pushing them to do better than what they would have done on their own. He'd be subconsciously putting a little more effort in as time went on, just so he won't deal with it. I honestly see him as one to do the bare minimum on his work, just enough to be left in peace and pass, depending on the subject.

Beyond that, people say Ron is the average teen, but I have yet to hear of a teenager whose first reaction to someone helping him is to insult them without them being an ass. Many of Ron's reactions to various events, that's not being a teenager, that's being a scumbag.

Anyway, as you can see, Dumbledore will be Manipulative, but he's not jealous of Harry or wants to steal his money. This Dumbledore's main priority is his belief that Magical Britain can only function his way, so he'll be doing whatever he can to do it. If the citizens have no free will, then so be it.

And as you can clearly see, I can't write decent angst to save my life.

Also, as you can probably tell but I'll say it anyway, I'm treating most magic (save Magical Europe) in a manner to similar to a Green Lantern Ring or the Chaos Magic of Scarlet Witch: as long as you have the magical power necessary, along with the mental capacity and willpower, almost nothing is impossible. Of course, there will always be things you cannot do, such as bringing someone back from the dead perfectly.

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