Hello everyone and welcome back to Harry Potter and the Cursed Vaults of Hogwarts! Thank you to those who reviewed the first chapter! It gave me enough motivation to start writing the official first chapter and I hope you will all appreciate the style of storytelling I chose for this story. To answer some questions, yes Harry is small for his age because of malnutrition from living with the Dursleys. Now he is above average for a First Year and doesn't mind it, lol. I do plan to use most of the ideas of Cursed Vaults from Hogwarts Mystery, but I will take creative liberties and make them my own as well.

There will be romance, but not for a while as Harry still needs to get there emotionally and a little older for my liking. Possibly around Third Year will the ball get rolling on that, but that doesn't mean there won't be moments here or there. I know more or less what the pairing will be, but I will let the story tell me that as I write it out.

Reviews are greatly appreciated because I like knowing where people are in the story and I love answering questions and to be honest, I would like to hear your opinions and I will take them into consideration if they fit in the story. I can only get better with your advice, and I do write faster with praise, lol. I know it's going to be an uphill battle because its not going to be a typical story most readers are used to. I can only hope I can do a good job and inspire others to do the same.

Have a wonderful day and see you next week!


Chapter 1- Year 1

Harry couldn't believe it. He was back in the past, even if it was only less than a decade in time, it was still in the past. He looked at his face back and forth, cheek to cheek as Harry made sure that he looked the same. I wanted to keep what little left he had from my parents, his father's wild, black hair and my mother's piercing green eyes and…

'Wait. What's going on?' Harry thought to himself as I became aware of my thoughts…

"There it is again." I spoke aloud softly, trying to understand what was happening to him. I held my hand to my forehead in pain after a shock of pain hit his head. The rush of a whole new life flowing into Harry's mind. "My head… so many memories. It's just like he said, two sets of memories might be too much to handle."

Wait? Who said that? Who told me that have two sets of memories would do this? Wait, why I am speaking like this to myself? I focused on pushing the pain out my head, trying to somewhat clear the thoughts and extra memories from my mind.

"Focus." I enunciated in a whispered voice

His name was Harry Potter.

He was Harry Potter.

He is Harry Potter.

I was Harry Potter.

I am Harry…

I am Harry Wells.

Like a lighting bolt to my head and not the one that used to be a scar, my mind felt become clean and cleared as if all the memories, old and new reorganized themselves into neat stacks of books on shelves. It was the only way to describe the feeling of having my mind more… free than I ever felt.

Ever.

I wondered if that was true. Now that I can think more clearly, I know I was Harry Potter and, in a way, still am even though I am also Harry Wells. I was sent here for a purpose by… someone that I can't remember, but that I know that was for a good reason. A good reason for missing a lot of my memories because I somehow knew that I would get them back someday. I was here as a second chance to live a life and also because I had a new destiny to achieve, even though I didn't even know I had one originally in my past one.

I died too soon, too young to even learn what I was being groomed for in my life that wasn't my own anymore.

"Again, something I know about, but I can't remember how I know. I can't remember anyone besides the professors at Hogwarts and I know that is for a reason, but it is still unnerving. I don't know anyone really except for my dad, mum, and Joseph." I said to myself before being struck dumb by that last name.

"Joseph. Their… no, my brother. Joseph is my brother, just like how I have a mother and father now. This is my life now and I can't dwell on what I've lost." My words surprised me. I sounded very mature for my age and I know somehow that has something to do with how I got here. Again, I know I'm supposedly eleven years old and about to enter my first year, but I also know I am twelve and was about to finish my second year. Somehow, I knew again that had something to do with the fact I was small for my age due to lack of proper nutrition from living with the Dursleys.

This is going to get old fast, this memory thing.

"Harrison! Final warning!" I heard my mother call up to me as I quickly looked away from the mirror and ran to my closet and threw on some of my favorite clothes before Gilly throws water on me again.

"Huh, I got favorite clothes. Big step up from my last life. That's for sure." I slipped on a pair of black slacks, matching shoes, a long-sleeved, dark green shirt that was well-worn due to it being my favorite shirt. Rushing out of my room and down the stairs, I noticed the very nice house I live and how it was both new and familiar to me while I made my way to what I know to be the dining room.

"Good morning, son." my father spoke out in a cheerful tone with an underline of 'You're in trouble with your mother again.'. "Sleep well?"

"Like a stone." I joked as I took a good look at my father who was sitting at the large, dark brown dining table drinking his morning tea while he read a scroll in front of his face that was floating in midair. He was a tall, thin, good looking man with brown hair and blue eyes with black glasses and had a kind look on his face as he spoke to me. He looked very clever, and I knew he was because he worked as a Curse Breaker for various groups like the Ministry and Gringotts.

"You're lucky you made it when you did, Gilly already had a cauldron of water in her hands." he chuckled. "You know how important today is for her and for you. Your mother just wants your day to be perfect."

"I know, dad." I replied. "Diagon Alley for all my supplies and school things. I just wish you and mum were coming."

Wow. That came from nowhere. I have to get used to these instant memory recollections. I knew my dad was about to leaving in an hour to an international portkey to India for a magic site riddled with curses. For some reason, I grew sad with strange, yet familiar feelings. I knew Joseph looked up to our father and that was why we all assumed he went after the rumor of the Cursed Vaults of Hogwarts during his time there. He wanted to be great like him and discover the hidden vaults rumored to be in Hogwarts.

Instead, it was said Joseph went mad in his search for them and that is why he was expelled from school and had his wand snapped. It was all over the Prophet supposedly, but that paper wasn't allowed in our house anymore and I was forbidden to read it. Joseph never even came home afterwards and ran away which is the reason I was going to Diagon Alley alone.

Mum couldn't handle the looks they gave every time we went there after the article broke out. Looks of pity and gossiping witches, pointing and whispering at the poor mother of the expelled student who went mad in search for myths and legends.

Is this what it means to have a family? Feelings of love along with sadness, shame, longing, anger and disappointment? I can't remember if this was my choice to come here and be in this place.

As they say, in for a penny, in for a pound.

"There you are! Sleeping in and running late today of all days! You need plenty of time to get all your supplies. We already have your trunk prepared, none of those starter trunks with only a standard Extension charm! I paid for the full charm and additional compartments for your books and school things. If only the charm was so regulated, I could have gotten even a small room for your privacy and…" a female voice spoke out from behind me before making her way past me, floating platters of food above us before slowly placing themselves on top of the table.

My breath was taken away. She… my mother was still talking as I took in her entire image in mind. Of course, I have seen her thousands of times. She is my mother, a normal looking woman with black wavy hair past her shoulders, a normal, average size body, and a smiling face. Nothing jaw dropping or extraordinary about her looks, but she was the most beautiful woman to me and I felt honored to be her son.

I could recall all the times we had fun together alone and together with the family. All the lessons she gave me about magic and potions. All the times her and father would dance as Joseph and I watched, pretending to be disgusted. Her heart being broken when we learned the news of Joseph being expelled, what he was doing at Hogwarts, and when he didn't return home.

I can remember feeling angry at him for making our mother feel this way. Feeling disappointed in him when our dad's face fell in sadness at the news given from the letter sent by the Board of Governers. The way mum's face when she read the Daily Prophet before pointing her wand and shouting Incendio at the paper.

I can remember the smell of ashes and sight of tears running down her cheeks.

"Now, I know you can be a bit of a bookworm, but please do not buy the entire lot at Flourish and Blotts and I already sent for your new robes from Madam Malkin's with the adjustments for your sudden growth spurt so no need to stop there. I swear you were three inches shorter a few weeks ago!" she rambled on for a few minutes as I stared at her picking apart her buttered toast. She stopped talking long enough to take a few bites and noticed my staring and lack of eating.

"What's the matter? You're looking at me funny. Eat up. You'll need your strength." she joked, but I could see sorrow hidden in her hazel eyes. "I'm sorry I can't go. My day is so full and… and…"

Her voice trembled as my father took noticed and swiped the scroll away from his face before reaching out to hold her hand. "Honey, it's fine. He's a big lad now. Plenty of First Years get their stuff on their own and he knows what to do."

He didn't say it was because I watched Jacob get his stuff years ago, but mum knew what he meant.

"Yeah, mum. Dad's right. I mean, who wants to go shopping with their mother all day. Boring." I teased as I playfully rolled my eyes. I could see a small smile appear on her lips, the tears that were welling up in her eyes very carefully wiped away with her napkin.

"Right, right. You just want to sneak down Knockturn Alley and if I heard such a thing, I will show you creative uses for Flipendo!" Mum teased back with her ivory colored wand pointing down at my bum.

I smiled. "I know, mum. Don't worry. I should get going already. I will get a bite at the Leaky Cauldron later. I'm too nervous to eat and it's probably best to get there early to beat the crowds."

I purposely changed the subject, knowing I was going to have a lot of things to do and stuff to think about when I get to Diagon Ally. I'm actually glad I was going by myself and have a chance to let my new life sink in as I adjust having these feelings and memories that weren't originally my own. Plus, I also need to figure out how my mind worked now because the old me would have broken down crying with all these emotions and yet, I managed to keep calm and focused.

For some reason, the word Occlumency came into my mind, but I had no clue what it meant. Hopefully there would be a book on the subject at the book store.

This promises to be an eventful day to say the least.


After a teary goodbye from my parents and another warning to stay out of trouble from my mother, I flooed from our fireplace to another in Diagon Alley. I was glad I didn't fall out of the fireplace this time, covered in dust like I did with the…the…

Another block. I could remember the memory, but not who I was with. However I got here, it must have been with stipulations and rules in order for me to have a new life. I wondered if Jacob and my parents even existed before my placement here or maybe they never had a second child and I just slipped in.

No point on dwelling on it, I figured. I dusted my black robes with my hands and dragged my trunk to one of the provided carts in the store where most took the Floo in from and thanked the clerk before heading out into the alley.

It was as beautiful as I remember.

There were already witches, wizards, and even muggles shopping around as paper butterflies, owls, and bright lights flew around above everyone's heads. The smells of fresh cooked food and sweet candies filled the air and the sounds of chatter and laughter rang everywhere. People didn't look this happy when I did my shopping first time around. Just normal crowd mixed with happy shoppers and annoyed ones carrying bags everywhere with kids running around. I suddenly realized why it seemed like everyone was in such a jolly mood.

Voldemort's defeat was still a new thing. This was 1983 and it had only been about two years since I… Harry Potter, same difference, supposedly defeated him on Halloween night in 1981. If these people spent years living in fear of his Death Eater attacks, I can imagine the celebrations and joy lasting just as long. They didn't know that their savior was currently sitting under the stairs of a muggle family who would rather pretend he didn't exist. To them, Harry Potter was being treated like a hero and having adventures traveling the world.

I was, well, Harry Potter is nearly four now.

And I know deep down, there is nothing I can do about it. Even if I thought it was okay to go find myself, the location of the Dursleys is blocked from my mind as well. Probably a back up plan by whoever sent me here. Just in case I was daft enough to mess with time.

I knew I had to stop thinking about this. It was going to drive me as mad as Joseph if I thought of myself as two people in two separate points in time. I was given a new life for a reason and he has his for some reason as well. We were two different Harrys now, two different paths, two different lives, two different threads.

"Threads? Where did that come from?" I spoke to myself before shrugging my shoulders and headed towards Ollivander's. First things first, I need a new wand and that in itself was going to be quite the show and definitely a confirmation of my existence.

Would I get my old wand or did it belong to the other Harry now? If wands truly picked their wizards and witches, would it still choose me? I thought about trying to find another wand shop, but I had no clue where to start and I was sure whomever I asked would just say to go to Ollivander's.

Or maybe I was just scared of the answer.

I took a deep breath with my eyes closed to gather my thoughts before pushing my cart forward. Suddenly, I felt a sudden weight crash into my cart and fall on top as my eyes popped back open to see a young boy of Indian descent stretched over my cart. He let out a quiet groan of pain while I watched in horror that I might have broken the boy.

"Ow…" he moaned out as I quickly walked around my cart and helped him up to his feet. I watched as he adjusted his glasses back on his face and noticed the crack in one of the lenses.

"Sorry! I didn't see you there!" I exclaimed in worry.

"Oh, don't worry about it. It was my fault for not looking where I was walking. I looking for Flourish and Blotts, even though I'd been there just earlier this morning. I got lost and… oh no, my glasses!" the young boy noticed the crack as well as he held his glasses in his hands.

"Mum's going to kill me again for breaking my glasses. It's the fifth time this year alone! She's practically mastered the Mending Charm by now. I swore I was going to learn when I got my wand later today so I never have to ask her again."

I felt so bad. I've been in his shoes before, but I don't remember who helped me. Good thing I remember how they did.

"Let me help. My name is Harry, what's yours?" I asked.

"Rowan." he muttered in a worried tone while looking at his glasses. "Rowan Khanna."

My mind blanked for moment at the name for some reason.

"Well, Rowan. I was about to head over to get my wand at Ollivander's and a wizard like him has to know the Mending Charm. So, let's walk over there and get those sorted out." I smiled at him.

Rowan looked up at me with a worried look before nodding and followed me through the alley to Ollivander's. I parked my cart outside with my truck, not worried due to some kind of anti-thief charm on the cart "Here we are."

"My parents were going to take me here after lunch for my wand. I left early to look around for some books to read. Can he really fix my glasses?" Rowan asked nervously.

"He makes wands. Pretty sure he can fix your glasses." I joked to lighten the mood. It worked as Rowan cracked a grin.

"He would be a pretty poor Wandmaker if he couldn't." he joked back.

"Indeed, I would be a poor Wandmaker if I could not repair your glasses, Mr. Khanna." An old voice spoke out from behind us, spooking the living daylights out of us.

"Merlin's beard!" Rowan shouted as we both jumped and spun around to see the elderly wizard standing there with a smile on his face.

"Indeed. Hello there, Mr. Wells." Ollivander turned to me and slightly cocked his head. "Hmmm, yes. It is Harrison Wells now, isn't it? Strange, I never second guessed myself before in all my years pairing wands to their respective wizards and witches."

He walked past between us and pulled out his wand before flicking it at the counter, levitating a roll of measuring tape, quill, and a piece of parchment. He turned back to me with a questioning look in his aged eyes.

"Now, Mr. Wells. Which arm do you use the most? Left or right?" Ollivander didn't wait for an answer as the measuring tape snaked its way around my body.

I swear I didn't remember the tape being this frisky last time. Nor was the elderly wizard this suspicious about me. Could he possibly know who I am… was?

"Actually, sir. We were hoping you could help us really quick by repairing Rowan's glasses before his parents come to get him." I spoke to him, trying to grab his attention.

"Ah yes, your parents. Your father's wand was a lovely eleven and half inches, Cherry wood, dragon heartstring that was surprisingly swishy and good for charm work. Your mother's wand was quite fierce as I recall. Twelve inches, Yew with a dragon heartstring from a very violent Horntail. Unyielding, it was and great for dueling. Quite amazing." Ollivander reminisced about my parents' wands, even though I was speaking about Rowan's parents.

"That's very nice, sir. But Rowan really needs his…"

"Here we go! Ten and half, English Oak with a unicorn's hair core. Give it a wave!" Ollivander exclaimed after shoving a brown wand with a curved handle in my hands. I sighed as I waved the wand, expecting it to go the same as before.

It was famously known that Garrick Ollivander did not really try to give a young wizard or witch the right wand the first time. It took time to find the best wand that chooses to be paired with you and the first few wands he gave you were to test what wood and possible what core best suited your magic.

Yeah, that didn't happen.

Sparks shot out in a beautiful rainbow color and spun around the three of them, surprising all of us. Especially Ollivander who had a shocked look on his face.

"Well now, that is quite extraordinary! Never had I have a wand paired the first time around with a budding First Year!" his eyes narrowed slightly. "Let's try another just in case. Wouldn't want to give you a wand that barely suited you when there was a better match lying around."

He quickly pulled out another wand and handed to me. A black one with scratch marks all over the shaft and a spikey end to the handle. I gave this wand a wave just like the last one, but this time a warm breeze blew around us while Rowan looked amazed at the display of magic.

"Wow, Harry! Another matched wand! You must be a talented wizard!" Rowan grinned with his hands stretched out to feel the warm air circling the store.

"Yes, indeed. Very talented, but that doesn't mean a match to just any wand. That was a Blackthorn with a phoenix feather. Eleven inches. That shouldn't have had such a strong reaction considering the other was unicorn hair. Well, there is a first for everything! Two matched wands in the first go! One for the history books as they say." Ollivander tried to sound excited, but I could see the suspicious look hiding in his stare.

"If I remember, your brother matched with two wands as well, just not in a row. I gave him more wands to try because the first wasn't a strong match to begin with. Young Joseph Wells ended up with a wand made from Applewood and phoenix feather. An unusual combination, but given your brother's reputation from his search of the rumored Cursed Vaults, it would make sense that wand would choose him. So beautiful and so unfortunate that they snapped it. I am sorry for everything that happened with him, Mr. Wells." Ollivander did actually look sad to me as he spoke about my brother. Rowan's eyes widened at the news and turned to me with a surprised look.

"Wait, your brother was Joseph Wells? I read all about him in the Daily Prophet about how he went mad at Hogwarts looking for Cursed Vaults." Rowan said.

"Yeah, its true. But I haven't read any of those articles because of my mum. She didn't want me to believe the lies they said about him. But as far as we know, it's true about him going after those vaults at Hogwarts. Our dad is a Curse-Breaker and he always wanted to be just like him. What better way to do that than to find the legendary Cursed Vaults?" I answered, recalling the memories that came with my brother's name.

"Did he really not come home after being expelled? They said he went mad after they snapped his wand and no one has seen him since. The articles say he fell into some dark magic in hopes to learn some spells to go back after those vaults." Rowan asked hesitantly. I shook my head at the information that was supposedly real facts from the Daily Prophet.

"No, he didn't come home and no, he isn't some dark wizard. I guess my mum had the right idea about not letting me read those papers." I replied as Ollivander slowly walked up to me with another wand in his hands.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult your brother or anything." he quickly stated.

"Don't worry about it. Of course, you would be curious, you seem very clever and studious. You love reading and learning all you can about magic, right?" I changed the subject in hopes he wouldn't feel bad anymore. His face perked up at the compliment and shyly adjusted his glasses.

"Thanks. You're right, I am pretty curious about everything. Especially wands! My family grows all the wood that wandmakers use for their wands." Rowan confessed.

"Indeed, your family does. Even amateur wandmakers know to use the wood grown on Khanna's Wood Farms for high quality wands." Ollivander smiled at Rowan before turning his attention back to me. "Here try this one."

He didn't say anything about the wand as he handed to me. It was a beautiful light brown color with a slightly darker brown swirls along the wand. It was smooth to the touch and had tiny etchings of what looked to be runes from the base of the shaft to the bottom of the handle. The handle itself had a rounded end and had a firm grip in my hand.

I took a breath in before holding the wand up to my face and waved it with a flick of my wrist. Every piece of glass and porcelain in the shop shattered into pieces with a loud noise as both Rowan and Ollivander covered their eyes in response. The elderly wizard almost looked relieved at the reaction the wand gave until he noticed my hand moving again.

I didn't know what came over me, but I knew I wasn't done as I waved the wand again and all the shattered windows and vases repaired itself in a beautiful slow-motion action. I never felt this kind of power with my other wand. This wand was singing my praises as I both destroyed and created with it and it felt like it never wanted to leave my hand.

"That shouldn't be possible. I rarely match any Acadia wands to a young wizard or witch, let alone with such a strong match. I keep a small supply on hand, but it is rarely used. That one in particular was one of my earliest creations while trying to figure what were the best cores to use for my wands." he exclaimed in a quiet voice.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"As a young boy, I watched my father make all kinds of wands with all sorts of cores and sell them for years. Sub-par wands made with unreliable and substandard materials such as kelpie hair or troll whiskers. I knew when I would take over, I would only find and use the finest cores in my wands worthy of the name Ollivander's. Costly and rare, the three cores I use in my wands produced quality and consistent magic. Phoenix feather, unicorn hair, and dragon heartstring. Even with just three cores, with the different kinds of wood I use and the lengths, no two wands are the same." he explained much Rowan's excitement.

"So, this wand was an early creation with a different core than you normally use? Then why give it to me?" I asked carefully.

"Because I needed to be sure." Ollivander replied, looking over his shoulder at the shelves of wands. "Can't you hear them? They are calling for you, young man. They are singing your name. I have seen nothing like this before."

All three of us turned to see the hundreds of boxes filled with wands almost vibrating and realized he was right. I could hear them calling to me, like every single wand wanting to be my partner. I could feel goosebumps on my skin from the rush of power coming from them all.

"You're right, sir. I can hear it too." Rowan pointed out. "Must be from growing up with all the trees all these years."

"Indeed. Perhaps you are a future Wandmaker in waiting." Ollivander smiled before returning his attention back to me once more.

"That core was close to becoming a fourth option for my choice of cores in my wands because of its great power. But I soon discovered that it takes a unique wizard to fully use its unique power." Ollivander mused as he rubbed his chin.

"What's the core?" I finally asked.

"Horned Serpent Horn." he replied.

"Wow, that is a powerful beast. But what does it desire from its wizard?" Ollivander looked over at Rowan, considering his question before looking back at me. "Are you sure you want this to be said out loud? Your friend asked the question, but you may not like the answer."

It hit me then what he had meant. Something it desired from its wizard to fully use its power. A core from a great serpent that wanted something in particular to be used for its magic.

I had no clue that it carried over to my new life.

"It wants a Parseltongue, doesn't it?" I said quietly. My eyes averted away from Rowan and his expression at the answer. It figures I would lose the first friend I would make here in my new life because of something that cursed me in my last one.

"Yes, Harry. A Parseltongue can amplify spells and casting to amazing levels with this wand and it will also sing to its user when they are in danger or harm. So, I decided not to make anymore beyond this one and its been under the counter for decades. Unfortunately, the ability to speak to snakes has been greatly misunderstood and has always been given a terrible reputation, especially because of the actions of You Know Who." Ollivander stated as he returned back to the counter to ring him up.

"I… understand if you want to go, Rowan. I mean, it's a…" I started to say before being grabbed by my shoulders by the young wizard.

"That's amazing, Harry! Think of the kinds of magic you be able to do that no one else can! Why would I leave when I just made the most interesting friend in the world!" his smile was huge as he exclaimed with joy at my ability to speak to snakes.

"So, you're not scared?"

"No way! This is so cool! I can study all about an obscure magic that is rarely documented in detail and have a great friend to boot!" Rowan cheered while I felt my own face smile in return.

This was a nice change of pace.

"Indeed, so if you please. That will be seven Galleons, Mr. Wells." Ollivander smiled at me as I paid the price for my wand. We said our goodbyes after promising the wandmaker that I would write to him about anything I discover about my wand in the future. He noted that he would see Rowan again when he came back later with his parents.

We walked back outside to my cart, still reeling from all the information and facts we had learned about wands and my deepest secrets I didn't even know I still had. Suddenly, Rowan cried out in frustration and grabbed his black hair.

"Bollocks! We forgot to get my glasses fixed and I see my parents down the alley looking for me, Harry! What do I do? Should we go back in?" Rowan panicked.

"Well, let me try it. The Mending Charm." I asked him as he gave me an incredible look of nervousness.

"Really? You just got your wand! How are you supposed to…" he was interrupted by my wand pointing at his face.

"Reparo!" I called out as the cracked lens instantly repaired itself much to the surprise of both of us.

"How did you do that?" Rowan asked in excitement.

"I guess I just remembered how it feel when I did it in the shop with all the glass. I already knew the name of the spell and I've seen my mum do the movement before. I just put it all together and did it." I replied with a half-truth. I have seen it done before and I did remember how it felt.

I just happened to also learned it in Charms class in my second year.

"Wicked." Rowan whispered with a grin. He looked over my shoulder and grabbed my hand before shaking it fiercely.

"Well, mate. I got to go back to my mum and dad before they have a panic attack. This has been the best day ever! Can we sit together on the Hogwarts Express? We can save each other a seat, whoever gets there first and we can talk about spells the whole way!"

I nodded and smiled. "Sure. That would be great. Thanks again, you know. Not for running away after learning about who my brother is or my…unique gift. It means a lot to me, Rowan."

"Of course, what are friends for? See you on the train!" Rowan grinned again before taking off to join his parents in a light jog. I shook my head in disbelief at everything that happened in such a short time. I hadn't even got my shopping done yet.

The fact that I was still a Parseltongue stayed on my mind for a while as I went back to my shopping. I stopped by Flourish and Blotts first to pick up all the First Year books on my list, along with the books for Second Year that I remembered buying before. It wouldn't hurt to review and practice the spells I needed to know by then. I didn't exactly have the best grades and my study habits were not great either.

I couldn't remember why, but I was pretty sure it was someone's fault that I didn't study as much as I needed to during school.

I got some extra books to read and study before heading over to another shop get potion supplies, a cauldron, and essential tools I needed for Potions class. I was not going to be caught off guard by Snape this time.

"Wait, would he even be the Potions professor at this point?" I wondered as I got all my other supplies needed for school, took a look of longing at the brooms in Quality Quidditch Supplies, and headed towards the Leaky Cauldron for some lunch before flooing back home.

And that's when I saw her in the dark window of a shop

She was smaller than I remembered, probably because she was so young compared to where she will be in about eight years. She looked as beautiful as the day I met her. I immediately walked into Eeylops Owl Emporuim and minutes later, walked out with a small, white snowy owl in a nice cage. The owner was surprised when she didn't try to bite me and I bought her without question.

"Hello there, Hedwig. Ready to go home?" I asked the snowy owl as she looked into my eyes with a familiar stare, almost nodding at my question.

"Then let's go, girl. Let's get a bit of lunch first and get to know each other again." I smiled before placing her in my cart and walked down the alley towards the Leaky Cauldron.

To the new Harry Potter in the near future.

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