Harry Potter and the Odyssey of the Arcane

by I await a guardian

Euphemia and Fleamont survived the 1978-1979 Dragon Pox Epidemic. Events change, a sacrifice is exchanged and a different Harry negotiates the perils of Magical Britain as he seeks out the deeper mysteries of the occult. Hogwarts AU, NonBWL Harry. Rated M for themes and language.

4. Eventful Deliberations

1991, August 1st, Summer.

Wool's Orphanage. The Sitting Room.

"Ophelia," Harry sighed. "Look at me," the boy said.

Ophelia stubbornly turned to face him, emerald eyes staring into mismatched ones before Harry firmly stated. "You are not your father," the boy carefully said, expression softening before he continued. "You are not Sirius Black."

The girl grudgingly acknowledged his words but ignored him all the same.

Harry gritted his teeth and pressed on, voice laced with conviction. "I will never, ever treat you differently, you know that." The boy said imploringly, trying to reach out and grasp her hand in comfort, however, the girl in question pulled her hand away and gave a huff.

Ophelia was clearly uncomfortable before she exploded.

"It's easy for you to say!" Came the exclamation of Ophelia. "Your father isn't some mass murderer!" The girl said, looking sharply at him. "Or did you forget? My father's actions led to the death of your Grandparents." The girl continued refusing to meet his eyes as she said the last sentence, instead preferring to stare at the ground.

"No, I haven't," Harry said quietly before saying. "But their deaths weren't caused by your hands."

Ophelia declined to reply.

Harry internally groaned. It had been two months since the Headmaster's arrival and he was still cursing the meddling old fool.

The boy was thankful that he and Ophelia were accepted into a school of magic. However, Harry was still reminiscing when their daily lives were uncomplicated. Where the two had been simple practitioners closed off in their little pond. Only now the pond seemed so much smaller. The world of magic hovering over their shoulders.

The following two months had been tense after Dumbledore had thrown the metaphorical wrench into their relationship. Lots of tears and words had been spilled after the headmaster had decidedly left them to dwell on the news. Thankfully not much had changed except Ophelia's refusal to stray from Harry's side unless she absolutely had to.

Today was the day, however. After two months of waiting at the gates of magic, they were finally being let in. Harry's acceptance letter had come a couple of days previous.

Ophelia was excited, of course, she'd been up at the crack of dawn, barging into Harry's room in her usual whirlwind manner. Continuously rousing the poor boy as he pretended to sleep. Mrs. Cole and her co-workers had long given up trying to stop the walking hurricane, simply accepting the two's "odd" friendship at face value.

The two in question were now in the sitting room waiting for the gamekeeper to arrive. It was evident that Ophelia was anxious, however, not that Harry blamed her. Dumbledore's bluntness in discussing her father's crimes meant the headmaster had all but painted a picture of her becoming a social pariah.

The girl's apprehension had climbed as the sun rose and no matter the words of comfort Harry spoke, her uneasiness was still plain to see.

It was early morning now, the clock indicating a stroke from nine as both Harry and Ophelia lounged on a simple cotton couch. Both were sitting in constrained silence as the familiar chime of the Orphanages bell rang out, the two didn't move however preferring to allow Mrs. Cole or one of the other caretakers to check up on the disturbance.

It was shortly after that the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard trodding up the corridor. The echoing footsteps finally stopped at the doorway of the sitting room. Harry and Ophelia looked up slowly to see a giant of a man with a fierce, wild, shadowy face standing in the doorway, Mrs. Cole's dainty figure hidden completely as she was overshadowed by the towering form of the man.

"An' here's Harry. Yeh must be Ophelia," The giant man said with a beaming smile

"Las' time I saw you, you were only a baby," the enormous man continued, "yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh've got your yer mom's eyes."

"Yes." Harry slowly said. "Professor Dumbledore said something similar."

"Great man, Dumbledore." The giant man said with a stern nod before outstretching his hand towards Harry and spoke.

"Rubeus Hagrid at yer service, but jus' call me Hagrid. I'm the keeper of the keys and gamekeeper of Hogwarts."

Harry felt Hagrid's hand engulf him before the giant man turned and did the same with Ophelia, she was still uneasy but shook the hand nonetheless.

Satisfied Hagrid addressed them.

"All ready to go?"

Both Harry and Ophelia quickly nodded their heads and made to get up.

Mrs. Cole however cut in. "I want them back by sundown at the very latest."

Hagrid however waved her off. "Don't yeh worry they'll be back before then ''

The giant man then continued "Best be off, Harry and Ophelia, lots ter do today, gotta get up to London an' buy all yer stuff fer school.

1991, August 1st, Summer.

Diagon Alley.

"This is it," said Hagrid, coming to a halt, "the Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."

Ophelia and Harry just looked at the giant man confused but chose to say nothing upon seeing the tiny, grubby-looking pub.

Both of them were still grasping the fact that they'd just flown into London on a motorbike. The experience had been exciting for the two orphans, to say the least. Ophelia had whooped with joy as they were lifted off, Harry however had been most inquisitive. Asking Hagrid how the motorbike flew and how the motorbike kept them from being undetected. Hagrid however had simply shrugged, muttering his answer of 'enchantments' as if that explained the matter.

The muffled conversations of the dark and shabby pub dropped off when they walked in. Old women drinking sherry paused to glance at them, other inquisitive gazes were masked behind long pipes and a small man in a top hat seated by the bartender dipped his head towards them. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they all smiled and gave friendly waves.

The bartender reached towards a glass, saying, "The usual Hagrid?"

"Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," Hagrid said, clapping his hands on Harry's and Ophelia's shoulders, their knees buckling as they were pushed forward into the spotlight.

"Good Lord," said the bartender, appearing shaken, hesitantly scrutinising the two, "is this, can this be?"

"Aye," Hagrid announced, interrupting the bartender. "This is Harry Potter, Lily, and James Potter's second son and Ophelia Black, she's Marlene Mckinnon and Sirius Black's daughter."

Ophelia coiled back and Harry slapped his forehead, did this dolt have subtlety?

"It's an ill omen," whispered the old bartender, "bad tidings indeed."

He hurriedly stepped further behind the bar, eyes white stricken with worry.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, Mrs. Black. Welcome back." The bartender said nervously as he gulped. "Your fathers were much the same," the old man said, trailing off ominously.

A pin drop could be heard in the pub before an uproar erupted out. Glasses shattered, Chairs could be heard scraping back as if physically struck, the small man's hat fell off. A deafening outcry swirled around the pub, their outrage was evident.

A hand latched onto Harry's forearm during the chaos. Startled Harry looked up.

"Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter, I know your Father and brother Eric quite well." The elderly woman said before sweetly saying, "come now." The frizzy-haired lady started pulling him away from Ophelia as she talked. "I know your parents wouldn't want you around the daughter of your family's betrayer."

Harry however resisted, trying to shrug her off.

"Get off me" the boy grounded out, voicing his irritation to the women.

"Now Mr. Potter..." Doris Crockford began.

It was no use of course, before the elderly lady could even construct a reply, Doris found herself being uplifted and hurtled across the pub smacking against the neighbouring wall.

The cacophony abruptly stopped, all eyes turning to the slumping form of Doris Crockford.

Taking in the stagnant pause, Harry snarled, voicing out darkly to the shocked patrons, "touch me again or Ophelia and I'll show how far my displeasure goes."

Crockford stirring paled even further upon catching Harry's piercing emerald stare, she gulped. It was evident when she heard his words it registered in her mind that the boy had consciously used wandless magic. The thought alone of a child being able to use wandless magic was unbelievable, that she attracted his ire terrifying. The poor women promptly fainted.

"Mr. Potter," The now hatless man called out in the shocked silence. "I'm Dedalus Diggle, I knew your grandfather Fleamont quite well." The bald man ventured further "You dishonour your grandfather's sacrifice by being with the daughter of his betrayer."

"Then I'll take it up with him when the time comes." Harry's cold response echoed out.

Before Diggle could reply, a pale young man hesitantly stepped forward and very nervously said.

"P-P-Perhaps It would be b-best if Hagrid c-c-continued their shopping t-trip?"

A few background mutters could be heard. But none of the patrons of the pub made any protest clearly, still too unsettled to speak.

Hagrid, however, unaware of the unintentional uproar he caused thankfully grasped the lifeline.

"Thank you Quirinus, must get on. Lots ter buy. Come on, Harry, Ophelia." The gamekeeper said as he quickly ushered them out of the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry found himself quickly led through the bar and out, into a small, walled courtyard. Gazing around all Harry could see was a simple trash can and a few weeds sticking out from the undergrowth.

Ophelia however, wasn't concentrating on their surroundings.

"Hagrid." The shaken girl quietly said finally speaking, "why didn't you react the same way to me?"

The bulky man took a second to think about it.

"Because I knew about it beforehand I s'pose and the fact me mother was a giant."

The gamekeeper then continued sincerely. "I was often judged for who me mother was so I don't hold it against yeh."

"Thank you," Ophelia said, sounding grateful.

Harry, however, thought she seemed pleased that the man could relate.

Seeing the girl was satisfied, Hagrid turned his attention towards the wall and muttered. "Three up… two across…"

Harry watched the gamekeeper curiously as he pulled out a frighteningly pink umbrella from his trenchcoat. The man then reached out with the outstretched point of the umbrella and began tapping the brick he'd been focusing on three times.

The brick Hagrid touched gave an audible shake, wriggling desperately as a substantial hole began to appear in the wall. The hole grew larger and larger before a large archway formed in front of them.

Harry looked questioningly at Hagrid, still a little surprised but the giant man didn't give a reply to the boy. The man instead just gave a gesture to step through.

Sighing at the turn of events, Harry strode through the cobbled pathway.

It was apparent that Harry failed to conceal his amazement as his mouth gaped at the sight that appeared in front of him. It was simply too much for him, quickly looking at Ophelia he could see the girl could all but gaze in wonder as well.

"Are you seeing this Ophelia?" Harry said in disbelief.

"It's incredible." The girl whispered, eyes still taking in the captivating sight.

"Welcome," Hagrid said proudly in his usual gruff "to Diagon Alley." The man was grinning as Harry and Ophelia still stared dumbfounded.

Looking behind him, Harry could see the archway had sealed up. Shaking his head,

Harry turned his stare towards the nearest shop, the sign hanging limping.

Cauldron's - All Sizes - Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver - Self Stirring - Collapsible. The stacks of Cauldron's gleamed in the sunshine.

Seeing Harry's stare, Hagrid spoke up. "Yeah you'll be needin one," the said gamekeeper continuing " but we gotta get yer money first."

"Money?" The boy asked.

Hagrid gave a nod. "From your Trust Vault, of course, being who yer parents are, I reckon they left you a fair bit of money."

"And Ophelia?" Harry asked hesitantly, the boy would share if he had to.

Hagrid chuckled. "I daresay she's richer than yer, most likely one of the richest witches in Britain considering how wealthy the Mckinnon's were, the Black's especially so." The giant man finished off.

Ophelia blinked, asking excitedly "I have money?"

Hagrid smiled at the girl. He was a gentle man, Ophelia being an orphan touched at the man's heart.

"A fat lot of it too." The giant man said enthusiastically.

Harry smiled, it was nice to know his only friend was wealthy, the two had never had many luxuries at the orphanage. Walking along the Alley, Harry found his head had begun straining from the constant turning. A bustle of commotion was all around him as people continued with their day-to-day affairs.

"Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad…" Harry overheard a feminine voice say as they passed the apothecary. Clearly, the plump women thought it wasn't an agreeable price.

Twisting his head again, Harry heard an unfamiliar hooting sound coming from a dark shop. Eeylops Owl Emporium he read quickly, eyes trailing over the sign offering various species.

"Look." a boy said excitedly, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand, the fastest ever." Harry focused on a multitude of boys with their noses firmly pressed against the windows. A broomstick shop, he thought.

Harry's head still spun as he took in the Alley around him.

Shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes, and other shops offering a strange assortment of gold and silver items he didn't know the purpose for. His eyes continued viewing.

The windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes he thought were peculiar but interesting. Harry's eyes, however, gleamed with want as he ignored the quills, parchment, potion bottles, and globes of moon as he focused on the tower of spell books, the ability to use the potential within him were in these books the boy thought.

The boy made to stride forward to open the books and discover their secrets; however, Hagrid's voice cut him off and he paused to see the object of Hagrid's interest.

"Gringotts," Hagrid said, looking forward.

The snow white building towered over the other shops, bronzed doors opened invitingly, at the front was a strange creature wearing a deep red and gold uniform.

"That's a Goblin." Hagrid's voice quietly informed Harry and Ophelia as the three made their way up the white stone steps.

The creature was odd, Harry thought. About a head shorter than himself and Ophelia. He could see, however, the cold intelligence in its black eyes, the Goblin's clever face made him uneasy. The idea of provoking an intelligent creature such as the Goblin didn't sit well with the boy.

Upon seeing the Goblin having bowed as they walked inside, Harry swiftly returned the gesture. He was pleased when the Goblin blinked. Turning towards the entry Harry took in the second pair of doors; they were sliver this time. The Doors however had a cautious warning.

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

"Yeh'd be mad to try an' rob it," Hagrid said in a voice of caution.

Harry grimly nodded, it was a stark reminder he thought. Looking across at Ophelia, it seemed the girl had the same line of thinking.

Seeing that another pair of Goblins bowed to them at the silver doors, Harry returned the gesture of respect. These Goblins however didn't blink, simply looking at him cautiously. Interesting the boy thought as the silver doors gilded open.

Harry took in the vastness of the marble hall. Truly the decor and splendour of the place were overwhelming. There seemed to be almost a hundred Goblins all dressed professionally sitting in high stools behind twinned counters that stretched for almost the entire length of the hallway, a spectacular chandelier could be seen hanging in the middle of the building. The Goblins present displaying numerous roles within the bank. Some were busy scribbling in ledgers, others weighing coins on brass scales. A few even looking at precious gems through eyeglasses caught his eye.

Scanning over the vast hall Harry saw many doors leading off from the Hall, Goblins showing Witches and Wizards in and out. Curious, very curious Harry thought.

Ophelia and Harry, still taking in the building, quickly headed over to Hagrid who'd approached a counter.

"Morning." Said Hagrid to the free Goblin. "We've come ter take some money out of Ophelia Black nèe Mckinnon's family vaults and Harry Potter's trust vault.

"Very well." said the Goblin, eying the two sharply. "The girl will need an inheritance test to prove her claim, do you have a key for the boy?"

"Got it here somewhere," Hagrid said, ruffling his pockets in search.

Harry grinned when the Goblin wrinkled its nose at Hagrid emptying his pockets over the counter. What seemed to be moldy dog biscuits scattered over the Goblins book of numbers.

Harry wasn't adverse to the giant man but his lack of subtlety and free nature made him interesting to watch.

"Got it," Hagrid said holding up the key, "Professor Dumbledore gave it to me when he collected it from the Potter's."

The Goblin inspected the key closely. "That seems to be in order."

Harry, however, was scowling. His parents knew he was at an orphanage but hadn't come to collect him, they'd simply given his key to Professor Dumbledore. Not that he would go if they came, he thought. Harry fully intended to keep his promise to never abandon Ophelia. He would've liked to rub it in though if only to satisfy his anger.

Ophelia, noticing Harry's scowl, gave him a sad smile and raised a hand to rub his back in comfort. She knew Harry's parents were a topic he liked to largely ignore.

Harry was thankful for Ophelia's action, however, closing his eyes at her gentle touch. He knew it wouldn't be wise to make a scene.

Finally opening his eyes he looked at Hagrid; he appeared to have some more business still to do.

"An' I've also got a letter from Professor Dumbledore," said Hagrid, puffing out his chest as he handed the letter to the Goblin.

Harry listened very closely upon hearing this.

"It's about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen."

The Goblin discerned the letter carefully.

"Indeed." The Goblin said carefully, handing Hagrid back the letter.

"I'll have someone take you down to your vaults and another to take Mrs. Black for her inheritance test. Griphook, Nadrast!

"Wait." Harry said quickly to the Goblin, "I wish to go with Ophelia."

The Goblin's face twitched before he spoke. "No. Time is money."

"Please," Harry said imploringly, the boy intended to spend his whole shopping trip at Ophelia's side.

The Goblin's mouth opened to show a row of sharp teeth and said. "No inheritance test. No entry."

The two Goblins who arrived seemed to be displeased with him arguing.

Clasping at straws Harry quickly asked. "Would an inheritance test be beneficial?"

The Goblin looked at him curiously before replying. "Your mother was muggleborn from what I know. It's unlikely any claims will show up but possible I suppose. However, if you choose to take the test it'll be fifty Galleons."

Harry nodded his head. Was it wise to throw away money? It was petty he knew to waste money just to stay by Ophelia's side but there was a chance however he thought that he could make profit from the gamble. It was a tricky decision. He needed more information.

"Hagrid, how much is fifty galleons in muggle currency"? Harry asked.

The giant man hesitated before speaking. "It's common knowledge there are 17 Sickles in a Galleon, 29 Knuts in a Sickle, 493 Knuts in a Galleon. A Galleon was worth 500 pounds last time I checked."

Twenty-five thousand pounds Harry thought. It was a huge chunk of cash.

Griphook growled.

Harry winced he needed to make a decision fast.

"How much does my trust account contain?"

The Goblin gave him an inquisitive stare, before dismounting his seat and walking several metres down behind the counter to confer with another goblin.

Harry could tell Griphook and Nadrast were getting annoyed when he heard the impatient grunts. He needed to know, however.

The Goblin returned and said swiftly in his sharp voice, "8500 Galleons."

Harry blinked. It was beyond what he was expecting. Suddenly the test seemed more beneficial than just being by Ophelia's side. It was well worth the risk he finally decided.

Harry looked up at the Goblin and said in confirmation. "I'll take the test. Will Ophelia need to pay?"

The Goblin gave a nod. "Yes, the price is the flat rate for an inheritance test. If the girl's claim falls through on both sides, the money will be subtracted from the Hogwarts trust fund that will be set in place instead."

Hagrid butted in with uncertainty. "Are yer sure this is a good idea, Harry? I don't want yer to waste your money?"

Harry nodded and spoke. "Yes, I think it's worthwhile If my mother could descend from a potential bloodline I can claim." Money was the key to the kingdom after all...

Hagrid shrugged and said. "If you say so..."

Ophelia realising her inheritance wasn't a certainty then spoke. "How much does the trust fund entail?"

The Goblin replied. "500 Galleons."

Harry realised Ophelia seemed almost hopeful at the prospect of not being the daughter of Sirius Black. However, 50 Galleons was a large portion she'd need for school if her hopes became true.

Harry quickly voiced out. "I want the amount to be subtracted from my trust account if the Inheritance test falls through."

"Harry!" Ophelia exclaimed, shocked.

Harry just gave her a pinning stare and spoke. "Let it go, Ophelia, we both know it's unlikely. Consider it a gift if it comes to pass, you'll need the money for your education."

Ophelia knew better than to argue with him.

"Fine." The brunette girl said sullenly.

"Very well." the Goblin said, watching the exchange. "I'll mark it down, I just need your signature."

Harry nodded as the Goblin after a few seconds reached over and handed him a quill and a slip of parchment. He was surprised at the fact the Goblin had drawn up the agreement so quickly.

Looking through the parchment. Harry quickly realised it was a cheque issuing the transfer of 50 Galleons from his Trust Vault. The additional Galleons specified in a clause where more Galleons would be withdrawn if Ophelia's claim fell through. Satisfied. Harry swiftly signed his name as eloquently as he could and handed the slip to the Goblin.

"Good." The Goblin said with satisfaction before saying. "Nadrast. Take these two to the inheritance chamber and Griphook, the other man to the carts."

"I guess I'll be seeing yer later, best of luck," Hagrid said as he waved them off and followed after Griphook.

Nadrast coughed. "With me please."

Harry and Ophelia followed Nadrast through a marble patterned walkway in the direction Hagrid had left. However, instead of passing through as the bulky man did, Nadrast stopped them at the very end of the counters on the left side.

"In here please," Nadrast said with a gesture towards a doorway.

The two quietly accompanied Nadrast through the doorway into a simplistic but tasteful passageway that extended from the main hall.

Harry took in the outstretched mahogany carpet as they walked, it was pleasing to view with its flowery design. Iron-worked lamps connected to adjoining pillars offered a subtle warmth as well, the stalwart pillars rising into the archway above them. It was however the embroidered scenes of great battles depicted, that took his notice the most. The scenes vividly before him as if the battle was ongoing in real-time.

Towards the end of the passageway was a noticeable door to the side with shuttered windows.

Harry and Ophelia stopped to watch Nadrast give a swift knock on the door. After a few moments, an elderly Goblin emerged, partially bald with wispy hair descending his short frame. He seemed old, even by goblin standards.

"Yes?" The Goblin inquired, tortoiseshell glasses slipping further down his crooked nose.

Harry heard Nadrast reply in a foreign tongue he didn't recognise. Guttural sounds exchanging rapidly, finally stopped.

Nadrast turned to speak, "Inheritance Manager Larlok will oversee your test, please follow his instructions, I will be waiting here for your return."

Both Harry and Ophelia nodded in understanding.

"This way children." Larlok's sharp voice sounded out, already breaking into small strides towards the doorway at the opposite end of the passageway.

Harry and Ophelia followed quickly, till they came up short at the Doorway.

"Make way please," Larlok said as Harry and Ophelia shuffled to the sides of the passageway to allow the Goblin to pull out a silver key from his pocket. Both watched as the Goblin slotted the key into the iron wrought door, twisting his hand to the side with an audible click. Larlok Grasped the ringed door and gave a pull, the iron wrought door swinging outwardly.

Harry took in the definition of the dome, its half-sphere surrounding the whole chamber. Taking in the interior of the chamber, Harry noticed an ornately decorated knife sitting on a pedestal, what sparked Harry's interest however was the curricular dais that was in the middle, with four half pillars on the adjoining sides. the raised steps giving way to a purplish sheen of liquid reflecting off the surface.

Larlok spoke up.

"The Inheritance test undergoes the following procedure, the drawing of blood and the submerging of oneself in the Pool Recollection. It is a Minor Pool of the Great Pool of Recollection that we Goblins have painstakingly recreated. Lifeblood must bleed out into the pool for genealogy to be determined." Larlok said, explaining further.

"Once enough blood is sufficiently split, spiritual manifestations of your magical lines will appear if found worthy. Any noteworthy genealogy will appear on a conjured piece of parchment upon the pedestal." Lurlok noted, gesturing to the outward pedestal before continuing. "The ceremonial knife is enchanted to be self-cleaning, this resolves the issue of freely given blood. The chamber as well is enchanted to clean remnants of splattered blood, the Pool itself will heal any injuries given and the chamber will provide sufficient drying charms upon exit of the pool to preserve modesty. " His sharp voice carried off.

Larlok then said quite seriously, "be warned however the Pool of Recollection is not an object to be trifled with. Any artificially inserted Blood and Soul magic will be ejected and cleansed quite painfully. I would advise pulling out now if such is the issue, deaths have been known to occur."

Harry and Ophelia nodded, taking the Goblin at his warning.

"Very well," Larlok said. "I advise a cut across the palm is the best method. Who shall be first?"

Ophelia stepped forward and hesitantly said. "I might as well be first."

"Go ahead, child." Lurlok intoned, "begin when you are ready."

Ophelia bravely stepped forward towards the pedestal and clasped the ceremonial knife. To her credit, she only grimaced slightly when she slit the knife across her palm and placed it back down.

Harry watched as she walked up to the dais, blood dripping from her clamped hand, footfalls ascending the steps before slowly wading into the pool as she began to submerge herself, her once clamped hand freely bleeding out into the pool. He continued watching as Ophelia's hair fanned out as she floated on the surface, the spilling blood seeming to cause a reaction in the pool. The once purplish liquid was now magenta as it started swirling around the girl. Ophelia seemed to be in her own mini whirlpool. However, it was the pedestal now that caught Harry's attention. The pedestal was sparkling with a golden light as a piece of parchment settled down.

"That's enough child." Lurlok called out, "you can leave now, the Pool of Recollection has acknowledged you have a claim."

Ophelia upon hearing Lurlok's voice stood up and gingerly climbed out of the pool. The girl in question looked down upon herself as the wound across her palm was sealed and drying charms took effect. However, it was the twin rings on her fingers the girl seemed to be inspecting the most. The image of a Grim and Pixie were settled upon the rings.

"Interesting, most interesting." Larlok said out loud seeing the rings, "It seems the Camelot magic's are strong in you girl. Two claims have been accepted."

Harry stepped over to the pedestal to glance at the piece of parchment Larlok was holding out.

Name:

Ophelia Callidora Black.

Born:

April 29th, 1980.

Lines:

Mckinnon, 1st-degree relationship matrilineal.

Black, 1st-degree relationship patrilineal.

Gamp, 3rd-degree relationship patrilineal.

Interesting. Harry thought before speaking up.

"Was there a chance the inheritance test would fall through?"

The old Goblin looked at him and paused before he replied.

"The Camelot Bloodlines are finicky when it comes to magic. More zealous when it comes to the right of inheritance. This piece of parchment," The Goblin said, holding out.

"Isn't worth the magic it's written on if the girl's rings didn't appear. Usually, the heir and lord rings are passed down from father to son. If an untimely death of a Lord has occurred and there is no male heir designated by a will, the lord's ring and heir ring will vanish till they are claimed by a blood member through a Pool of Recollection."

Larlok stopped to think before speaking again. "The rings of the Lords and Heir's are constructed from the Great Pool of Recollection, Minor Pool's constructed by Goblin Banks around the globe allow for potential heirs to stake their claims. Any daughter or son of the main family branch or minor can try to claim a ring through a Pool of Recollection if a Lord has died before designating his heir. However, the family magic could instead prefer to lay dormant for a descendent of the family to be considered more worthy of the mantle."

Larlok swallowed and continued.

"The Camelot magics are a prideful magic, based on intention rather than potential. We Goblins believe the Camelot magics select heirs based on intent to family rather than the magical potential of the heir. Elder and Celtic Magics however focus on potential. You should note. Camelot, Celtic, and Elder make up the magic of Britain."

Larlok then finished off. "A simple way to explain the choosing of magics is to look at Latin magics. While Latin-based magic is universal to wizards and witches today, sub-branches of magic can be managed using different dialects. However, no dialect is the true basis for magic. Intent is the primordial basis for all magic. The same reason works for Camelot magics. Intent is the driving factor. "

Harry stared at the old Goblin, trying to think of a reply to something so informative.

"Thank you," the boy said earnestly before speaking. "I've gathered will and want are important in wandless magic, your words have made my suspicions come to light."

Larlok didn't reply, instead giving a pleased incline of the head and turned to Ophelia, The girl had remained silent through the discussion.

"Heiress McKinnon, Heiress Black. Please wait while I reset the Pool of Reflection for young Mr. Potter."

"I'm fine waiting." Ophelia said, waving the Goblin off, and walked up to Harry grabbing his hand, "I guess my Father is your family's betrayer."

Harry groaned, "Ophelia." He spoke, finger tracing over the knuckle of her index finger. "We've been over this, you're all the family I have."

The girl just gave him a soft smile, "I know." she whispered. "You're all I have too."

"Mr. Potter. It's time," came the call from Larlok.

Looking at the Pool, Harry saw the magenta sheen had changed back to the purplish liquid he'd seen upon arrival.

Smiling at Ophelia. Harry broke away his hand and walked up to the pedestal.

Harry knew it was unavoidable, a slight clench of his teeth and the knife passed through the top of his palm leaving a wet trail of blood behind. Sighing, he strode up the steps of the raised dais and waded into the Pool of Recollection as confidently as he could. Arms spread out within the pool, Harry floated staring up at the high arcs of the dome, allowing his blood to intermingle with the water. There was an incessant tugging however at his forehead, he tried to ignore it but the tugging only increased. Rising more and more acutely with every passing second. Slowly but surely the pain started building up till he couldn't contain his scream. It felt like his head was being peeled apart and then his body erupted in a kaleidoscope of pain.

"Harry!" Ophelia screamed trying to race into the pool and pull him out. Thankfully Larlok's hand had latched onto her forearm stopping the propulsion.

"No, you silly girl, he'll be in agony forevermore if you pull him out now." The elderly Goblin growled and then snarled. "Whatever's happening to the boy is because some disgusting person has tampered with his blood or soul. Be thankful the Pool is purging the magic."

Larlok continued darkly. "Yes. Be thankful the boy was unaware of it, he would be dead otherwise. Pain and death depending on the grievance are the price you pay for trying to deceive the Pool."

All Ophelia could do was stare in muttered horror as the Pool around Harry began swirling incandescent colours of magenta. She could see the Pool combating the dark magic within his forehead, striking out at the blackness. Finally, in a discharge of magenta and silver, the black leech of magic was ejected from his forehead disintegrating in the very air around him. Ophelia was instantly struck by Harry's flaring aura as a powerful wave of silver erupted around the chamber.

Groaning Harry stood from the now pool of magenta water, rubbing his throbbing forehead as he walked out to face Larlok and Ophelia. Pain aside, what happened in the Pool had been odd. He'd seen a skeletal horse and a horned serpent bow to him after his eye-watering pain had subsided. Harry shrugged off the pain though as he had more pressing issues. The two distinctive rings of the very same animals that appeared were sitting on his fingers.

"Harry!" Ophelia said in a panicked voice, rushing over to hug him.

Harry smiled as the girl burrowed into his chest, It was clear she was worried.

"Mr. Potter." Larlok's cautious voice said as the elderly Goblin spoke up.

"You seemed to be affected by some vile practitioner of soul magic," Larlok spoke distastefully.

The old Goblin knew the black spectre that escaped before meeting its end was an abomination of the soul.

Shaking his head Larlok continued, "the good news however was in the backlash of the conflicting magics the Pool still registered a claim."

Larlok said pointing at the pedestal where a piece of parchment rested and said in a reassuring tone.

"You can rest easy now Mr. Potter, I daresay the worst part is over, you should be thankful the Pool has healed you."

The ancient Goblin himself had been astonished as he watched the boy emerge from the pool, silver aura flaring around him, the magic so potent he could taste it in the air. It was the emerald eyes however that unnerved him. they flamed with unadulterated power.

While the aura had since subsided upon the boy's exit, it had been a terrifying display of raw power the Goblin thought.

Harry gave a nod to the elderly Goblin. He was still clearly shaken from the ordeal as he disentangled from Ophelia and walked over to the pedestal to view the parchment.

Name:

Hadrian James Potter.

Born:

July 31st, 1980.

Lines:

Potter, 1st-degree relationship patrilineal.

Ross, 2nd-degree relationship matrilineal.

Sayre, 5th-degree relationship, matrilineal

Peverell, 7th-degree relationship patrilineal.

Larlok finally spoke up, noticing the distinctive rings. "Heir Peverell, Founder Sayre, I welcome you to Gringotts."

"Thank you," Harry said, twisting his new rings on his fingers nervously. He was still unsure of it all.

Larlok seeing his hesitancy decided to show the boy some leniency, Nadrast had mentioned earlier the young Potter had been raised as an orphan alongside the girl.

"Mr. Potter," Larlok said. "You have claimed the heirship of the Most Ancient House of Peverell. Many Potter's before you have tried and failed to claim the Ancient House only to fail. It is well known that in ancient times the Peverell's were born black of hair, be thankful that your hair is a good omen for the resurgence of the House."

Larlok said as he gestured towards the boy's black hair before speaking again.

"Congratulations are in order. House Peverell is one of the five Elder Houses that predate the Camelot Purebloods and even the Celtic Clans. Your Grandmother, Euphemia, was from the Ross Clan before her death, however, your father James Potter has since absorbed the holdings of the Ross Clan into the Potter accounts and claimed the Ring for himself. "

Larlok continued. "House Peverell will bring you great prestige in wizarding society for the stigma of the name alone. It is well known in lore that unlike the Celtic Clans, the Elder Houses joined the Camelot Purebloods in the creation of the Wizards Council before Ulick Gamp established the Wizengamot in 1707. However, what is curious is you claiming the Sayre Foundership. Truthfully it has no relevance in Britain as it is a North American Old Blood house."

"Old Blood?" Harry questioned as he listened in.

Larlok inclined his head. "Old Bloods are American Wizarding labels for families of the first. The Old Blood are considered the keystone of Magical North American politics as they are the descendants of the Founding Fathers and Mothers. Hence the Founder title. While Magical America has no Lordship system, the Founder Title is as close to nobility as they come."

Larlok paused again and cleared his throat, eying Harry before he continued. "All Old Blood houses have a permanent seat on the Magical Congress allowing them 7 votes each. Much like Wizengamot I mentioned earlier, Magical Lords and Ladies of Britain have votes as well."

Ophelia quickly realised she was included in the conversation at the mention of the last sentence.

"I have a vote?" The brunette quickly asked.

Larlok, took in Ophelia thinking through his response. "Upon coming of age at 17 you will be Lady Mckinnon and Lady Black. As such you will be allowed votes within the Wizengamot. Order of Merlin winners, a magical award for services to Britain are allowed 1 vote. Noble Houses 2 votes and Ancient Houses 3 votes. An Ancient and Noble house has 5 votes as a consequence."

Larlok explained further. "A Noble House is one whose family has been promoted within the wizard's council for acts of valor, an Ancient house is a House that has been promoted when the House has reached an active status for a thousand years. The Title of Most however is an additional promotion for Houses that either show acts of valor on multiple occasions deeming them worthy of the Most Noble title. For Houses that reach over 1500 years of active status the Most Ancient title given."

Larlok, still eying the girl, finally gave her an answer. "Mrs. Black, seeing as you are the dual Heiress of the Black's and Mckinnon's, you will be granted 12 votes. 7 as the Lady of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House Black and 5 as the Lady of the Ancient and Noble House of Mckinnon. Your incarcerated father has lost all rights to the name due to you claiming the rings through the Pool of Recollection."

Ophelia nodded, seeming to understand, however, Harry asked another question.

"So upon coming of age, I will have 4 votes as the Lord of the Most Ancient house of Peverell within the Wizengamot and 7 votes as the Founder of House Sayre in the Magical Congress of North America?"

"Good." Larlok said, "you understand. However, we do not have time to go over the subject of proxies. Best get going now as Gringotts will have to assign account managers to both your inherited accounts."

The Goblin. Still staring at Harry with an approving eye, spoke again. "The Sayre account can be transferred from Ulnotts due to your British residency."

Ophelia blinked, finding the name odd, and said "Ulnotts?"

Larlok's sharp sigh sounded out within the chamber, the old goblin fretted. He'd wasted too much time but spoke nonetheless.

"Ulnotts is the founder of the Salem branch in North America, now wait here children will I reset the chamber and then follow me."

Once Larlok had inspected the room to ensure it was returned to the state it was found upon entry, both Harry and Ophelia followed Larlok back through the iron wrought door into the passageway.

It was evident Nadrast was eying them curiously upon seeing the rings on Harry and Ophelia's fingers as they approached the familiar office doorway.

Larlok spoke up. "Mr. Potter has claimed an heirship and Founding title. Mrs. Black has claimed dual heirships. An accountant manager shall need to be designated for the two to go over their assets. A vault transfer can be requested from Ulnotts and a proxy for Mr. Potter can be seated on the Magical Congress as is his right as a Founder of an Old Blood House."

Turning to Harry and Ophelia, Larlok then said. "Mr. Potter, Mrs. Black. I bid you a good day."

The elderly Goblin, seeing his job was done, gave a formal bow to the two and walked through his office doorway.

Nadrast. Giving a nod of the head towards Larlok as he registered the information, turned to Harry and Ophelia and gave a gesture as he spoke. "Very well this way please."

Harry and Ophelia quickly followed Nadrast up the passageway.

"We're in over our heads," Ophelia whispered to Harry as they walked back up the passageway.

Harry just nodded his head in silent agreement the day really was too much.

Appearing back in the Main Hallway, Nadrast had ushered them quickly over to a counter further up towards the entrance.

Harry watched as Nadrest talked to another Goblin in the same foreign tongue he'd conversed with Larlok earlier. When the guttural language seemed to drop off, the Goblin at the counter dismounted and disappeared through one of the many doorways behind the counters.

Several Minutes passed before the Goblin returned accompanied by two other Goblins. Ophelia had been relieved upon the Goblin's return. She'd been tapping her foot impatiently. The girl really didn't like to wait.

"Mr. Potter, Mrs. Black," Nadrast spoke, addressing them. "My business concludes here. You shall find Mr. Hagrid waiting outside in the main hall once your business finishes.

"Nadrast then spoke in a formal tone. "As a courtesy of Gringotts. Expandable pouches containing 500 Galleons each for school supplies will be withdrawn from your family vaults. Once your business with your account managers concludes Mr. Hagrid shall present you with these pouches. Gringotts will also establish trust vaults containing ten thousand Galleon in the meantime for the two of you.

"Why only ten thousand Galleons?" Harry asked, slightly confused.

Nadrast gave him a sharp stare and spoke. "Due to Wizarding legislation, Heirs are not allowed unrestrained access to family accounts or artefacts without guidance from a magical guardian. Ten thousand Galleons is deemed the maximum allowance for an heir or heiress to see them through till their magical majority. "

Nadrast continued. "As your families are in the highest bracket for wealth. You are each awarded ten thousand galleons to spend at your leisure. Mr. Potter however due to your trust vault containing 8450 galleons only 1550 shall be added from the Peverell vault. This is due to the Wizengamot believing young heirs without parental guardians are not able to sufficiently make financially based decisions before their age of majority."

Nadrast then voiced. "Please follow Gorluk to his office, Mr. Potter." Nadrast said as he gestured to a Goblin with a particularly long nose."

Nadrast spoke again, "Mrs. Black please follow Urrast to his office." The Goblin said, giving another gesture to a Goblin grinning with a mouth mostly made up of golden teeth.

Ophelia however didn't seem to like this. "I wish to stay with Harry," the girl plainly said.

Urrast growled at this. Golden teeth gleaming.

Harry however agreed with Ophelia. She was his only constant in his ever-changing day.

"Is there a chance that I and Ophelia can speak to our account managers in the same room? Harry asked Nadrast.

Nadrast seemed to think about it. "As customers of Gringotts, it is your right to have joint meetings with potential business partners. You will have your meeting in Gringotts conference room as custom mandates."

Nadrast continued. "You will have to wait for both Gorluk and Urrast to fetch the ledgers for the Peverell, Black, and Mckinnon Families."

"Very well," Harry said, looking at Ophelia. Her satisfied face, making the trouble worthwhile.

Nadrast then waved them off, giving an incline of the head as he departed.

The Goblin at the counter spoke.

"Please follow Gorluk and Urrast to the conference room."

Ophelia and Harry turned to Gorluk and Urrast.

"Follow me, Mr. Potter," Gorluk said.

"Follow me, Mrs. Black." Urrast echoed.

Both Harry and Ophelia were guided through the largest doorway in Gringotts aside from the main doorways, down another passageway of similar design to the one to the Inheritance Chamber, and entered into the conference room. A sprawling wooden table could be seen extending vertically down, six tasteful upholstered chairs on either side.

"Wait here please. While accountant manager Urrast and I fetch the ledgers." Came Gorluk's voice, arm outstretched gesturing for them to enter.

Ophelia and Harry gave simple nods at this, leaving the two Goblins to fetch their ledgers.

The two in question were now sitting comfortably upon the fine fabrics of the chairs waiting for the account managers to arrive.

Ophelia was absentmindedly tapping her fingers, staring at the adorning vases planted with various flowers.

"So…" Ophelia drawled out, giving Harry a mischievous smile as she asked the question on her mind.

"Just how rich do you think I am? The brunette said, grabbing a salmon-coloured Peony from the vase as she gave the flower a playful twirl in her fingers.

Harry took the girl in, high cheekbones, curly hazel hair falling back around her shoulders. Her mismatched eyes looked at the Peony curiously as she plucked the flower, giving careless flicks of her hand as the petals began to scatter around the chair.

He shrugged, not really interested in Ophelia's vague thoughts.

"Most likely richer than me," Harry said bluntly, head arched back upon the chair taking in the finery of the chandelier that hung above them.

"I know that Harry," Ophelia said in exasperation, throwing the now plucked flower upon the ground, swivelling in her chair to face him.

The girl really couldn't sit still.

"Well, why ask the question then?" Harry asked questioningly as he gave Ophelia an inquisitive stare.

The girl just gave a huff, flicking her hair back over her shoulders before looking at Harry imploringly for his thoughts.

"Tell me, Harry, do you think I'm celebrity rich or castle rich?"

Ophelia's eyes pleaded for the boy to actively engage in the conversation.

"A Castle would be lonely," Harry replied cynically. He wasn't interested in Ophelia's thoughts just now. His head was still going over today's events.

"No, it wouldn't," Ophelia said with a frown, giving a shake of her head in disagreement.

"You would be living with me." The girl continued knowingly.

"We'd be living in opposite corners." Harry helpfully replied.

"You'd make me walk all that way?" Ophelia asked dubiously, giving the boy a once-over trying to see if he was bluffing.

"I wouldn't get any sleep otherwise," Harry said offhandedly.

"True, I snore," Ophelia said contemplatively as if that settled the matter.

It was common knowledge between the two that Ophelia would often fall asleep or doze tiredly within Harry's room when she became exhausted from playing around with magic. Harry usually left her to softly snore upon his quilted bed while he either practiced magic or read. Every now and again he'd kick her out, however, preferring to have some time alone.

Harry didn't bother to reply as the trudging footsteps echoing from the hallway meant an account manager would be arriving soon.

"Mr. Potter," Gurlok said upon entry into the conference room, ledger held at his side pausing at the front entrance of the table.

"I welcome you to Gringotts as your account manager selected on behalf of the Goblin Nation." Gurlok continued. "Will we be discussing joint business proposals with Mrs. Black or overviewing your accounts separately?"

"Overviewing accounts separately," Harry replied hesitantly, he didn't want to infringe on Ophelia too much.

"Very well, Mr. Potter." Announced Gurlok slamming a ledger down on the table before turning to Ophelia. "Urrast will be with you shortly Mrs. Black." The long-nosed Goblin said formally.

"I'm fine waiting," Ophelia said dismissively.

"Good. Good. With me Mr. Potter, we have important matters to discuss." Gurlok said beckoning for Harry to come to the front table where the Goblin had seated himself.

Ophelia watched curiously as Harry went to sit beside Gurlok.

Gurlok then voiced. "As you well know Mr. Potter you have claimed the title of heir to the Most Ancient House of Peverell."

Gurlok then pointed to the ledger sitting on the table and spoke stiffly, giving Harry a summary of the ledger's contents "Within this ledger contains, deeds to property, accounting of finances, listed artefacts of the family, marriage documents of former members of the House of Peverell and alliances brokered with Houses from the past."

Gurlok paused, taking in Harry's acknowledging nod, and continued. "Due to the ledger of the Sayre Family being held at Ulnott's you will have to return another day to inspect the Sayre ledger as it will take some time to transfer the ledger across. If you wish we can discuss any matter in the Peverell ledger, I can also send a request that orders all assets within the Sayre vaults to be held at Gringotts if you want?"

Harry quickly thought through the information before coming to an answer, however as Harry went to answer he paused as footsteps could be heard ringing through the passageway outside.

The small form of Urrast could be seen approaching the doorway, twin ledgers in both hands as the gold-toothed Goblin stopped at the doorway and spoke up.

"Mrs. Black, on behalf of Gringotts and the Goblin Nation I welcome you as Heiress Black and Heiress Mckinnon."

Urrast continued. "With me at the end of the table please."

Harry however spoke up thinking a house alliance was an interesting proposition.

"Account manager Urrast." Harry trailed carefully looking at the gold-toothed Goblin as he seated himself at the far end of the table. "If Ophelia agrees, I would like a House Alliance with Houses Black and Mckinnon."

"Mrs. Black." Urrast said eyes appraising Ophelia, "Do you wish for an Alliance of both Houses Black and Mckinnon with House Peverell?"

Ophelia looked at Harry curiously before turning to Urrast and nodded voicing up. "Yes, that would be agreeable."

Urrast inclined his head. "Very well, it will be noted down and a contract will be drafted." The gold-toothed Goblin continued. "The Alliance however may be a premature decision as an alliance contract can only be signed when one is of magical majority or with their magical guardian."

"Who is my magical guardian?" Harry hesitantly asked.

Gurlok broke in. "Your parents naturally Mr. Potter, it is understandable you would ask as you were left as a ward of the Crown."

"And mine?" Ophelia said, butting into the conversation.

Urrast coughed and answered. "As your father is incarcerated and no one else has filed a claim of guardianship, with you attending Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore the Headmaster will be your magical guardian till majority."

"That old man?" Ophelia said in a sceptical tone, the girl wasn't fond of the Headmaster after he made her address him as 'sir.'

"Indeed," Urrast replied.

Harry then voiced out testily. "What can we do without a magical guardian?" He wasn't exactly happy with the fact his parents had to be present for him to make financial decisions.

Gurlok looked at him shrewdly and answered. "Not much, I'm afraid. However, this meeting is a formality to give you an overview of your accounts. You can return at a later date with a financial guardian to begin investments and business through Gringotts."

Ophelia then spoke up. "Is there a chance we can go through this quickly then as we still have shopping for school supplies?"

Urrast didn't seem happy the girl wanted to go through important matters quickly but acknowledged her request all the same.

"If that is your wish, Mrs. Black." The golden tooth Goblin said.

"Account Manager Urrast." Harry said carefully. "I'm interested in hearing information about Ophelia's accounts."

Gurlok spoke up, however. "Mr. Potter, if you wish to listen in Mrs. Black's accounts I will not stop you. That was the intent of using the conference chamber, however, Mrs. Black must be agreeable to this."

"I'm fine with Harry listening in," Ophelia said as she waved the Goblin off.

"Very well," Urrast said before asking. "Will you wait for 's overview or wait outside in the main hall once your overview has finished?"

"I'll wait," Ophelia replied.

"Let's get started then," Urrast said.

Urrast then launched into an explanation of House Black. "The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black is one of the largest, oldest, and wealthiest pure-blooded wizarding families in Great Britain. They were once recognised as staunch conservatives of the Dark faction. It is noted that the Black family traces its origin back to the Middle Ages."

Urrast upon seeing Ophelia's and Harry's confused faces at the term 'pure-blood.' explained further. "A pure-blood is noted to be a witch or wizard belonging to a family consisting of only magical descendants, for clarification. You, Mrs. Black, are considered to be a witch pure of blood, whilst Mr. Potter over here." Urrast said, gesturing to Harry. "Is considered to be a half-blood. A person of whose ancestry has non-magical persons within their line."

Urrast continued speaking. "The Black family are considered to be blood purists. People who believe they will sully their bloodlines with non-magical persons. The Black Family is also noted to belong to the Sacred Twenty-Eight, It is a term composed by Cantankerous Nott in the 1930s of the leftover houses of the Camelot Pure-blood's that remained unsullied."

Urrast then flipped the ledger open, skimmed through the pages discerning its contents before making eye contact with Ophelia and speaking.

"Assets of the Black's include. The Black Ancestral Manor is located in the outskirts of the Heights of Brae, Inverness, number 12 Grimmauld Place located in the Borough of Islington, London." Urrast then coughed, pausing to glance upon a page as he read from it. "The Black's high-security vault number. 23 within Gringotts, liquidated assets consist of 173,862 Galleons, 67,432 Sickles, 23,521 Knuts. Various books and artefacts are included in the said vault as well."

Urrast then closed the ledger, turning to Ophelia and speaking. "That sums up the overview of the Black accounts, would you like any more information or shall we begin with the Mckinnon accounts?"

Ophelia, listening intently, replied. "The Mckinnon's please."

Shifting his intention to the other ledger beside him Urrast rifled through the papers taking in the contents to better acquaint himself with the family better than the Goblin already did and looked up again, eying Ophelia as he spoke.

"The Mckinnon's are an old, moderately wealthy House once known as Lords of the Isles before the formation of the wizard's council. They were well-known progressives of the light faction within the wizengamot before the House's unfortunate demise. The Ancestral manor of House Mckinnon burnt down along with your relatives." Urrast said grimly before he continued. "However, you can still view the ruins of the ancestral Manor of Caisteal Maol near Kyleakin."

Urrast then paused, flicking to a page before he continued speaking, reading off the page. "The Mckinnon's possess a High-security vault within Gringotts. Number. 67, liquidated assets consist of 87,319 Galleons, 29,765 Sickles,14,342 Knuts. Various books and artefacts similar to House Black are included in the said vault as well."

Urrast then closed the ledger before he continued speaking to Ophelia. "That concludes our overview of the Black and Mckinnon accounts, Mrs. Black. Is there anything else you would like to discuss concerning the accounts or business perhaps?" The gold-toothed Goblin said.

"No. That will be all, thank you." Ophelia slowly said.

"Then I will make my departure. Please inquire at any counter for my name if any business in Gringotts strikes your fancy." Urrast said politely standing up clasping both ledgers in his arms as the Goblin gave a formal bow and swiftly left the room.

"Mr. Potter." Gurlok's voice finally spoke up. "As our discussion and overview were paused concerning House Peverell and The Sayre family. May we begin again?"

Harry looked at Gurlok and then gave an acknowledging nod. The Goblin had been waiting in silence for Urrast to finish up his overview of the Black and Mckinnon accounts.

The long-nosed Goblin then said. "Starting with where we left off Mr. Potter, the subject of the Sayre family vaults, would you prefer the contents transferred across?"

Harry thought for a second back to the previous question that had gone forgotten and replied. "Leave the vault at Ulnott's for now, I can't access the vault without a magical guardian, correct?"

"Yes, that is correct," Gorluk replied before continuing. "Very well, onto the subject of the Peverell ledger and contents."

Turning to Ophelia the long-nosed Goblin said. "Mrs. Black you are free to listen in since you have Mr. Potter's approval or you are free to leave. The choice is entirely yours."

"As I said before, I'm fine waiting," Ophelia said dismissively. The girl was probably curious to see how wealthy Harry was.

"Onto the subject then," Gorluk said, giving Ophelia a nod in recognition before turning to Harry and detailing the history of House Peverell.

The long-nosed Goblin then spoke. "The Peverell family as you know is a Most Ancient House, however, the house in question has been shrouded in mystery for millennia. It is commonly recognised as an Elder house which will bring you great prominence within British wizarding society."

Gurlok continued on. "The Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Bones is the only active Elder house in Britain, currently the other Elder three houses have remained dormant. House Bones however is met with great stigma." The long-nosed Goblin said carefully, "The Bones Family, came from a long line of necromancers in ancient times and were staunch conservatives. However, the Bones family had a political shift to the progressives in 1887. The shift by Seraphina Bones caused quite an uproar among the conservatives and the Bones family has been met with animosity since then."

Gurlok paused and gestured to Ophelia before he continued. "Whilst Mrs. Blacks alliances have been dissolved as House Mckinnon was thought dormant and the alliances of House Black, broken by the Malfoy's, Potter's and Rosier's. House Peverell's alliance bonds still have not been broken with House Bones and House Potter."

Upon seeing Harry and Ophelia's acknowledging nods, the long-nosed Goblin again paused before he spoke. "Thankfully for you Mr. Potter, House Peverell is recognised as a Traditionalist house within the grey faction and an alliance with House Bones and House Potter won't seem too unorthodox. If you had been a conservatively aligned house of the Dark faction, they would've scorned you within their ranks for the alliance bonds with two stalwart progressive houses."

Gurlok then turned to the Peverell ledger much the same as Urrast, idly cruising the pages for any information that might slip his mind before he started speaking again.

"House Peverell is considered to be a wealthy house even with its dormancy. Through the centuries Gringotts have often used House Peverell's assets upon agreement to finance loans when needed. This agreement was a clause signed by Antiochus Peverell in 175 BCE that Gringott's was free to use House Peverell's liquidated finances should the house fall into dormancy in return for interest."

Gurlok then stopped speaking, giving Harry a speculative gaze, and said offhandedly.

"We Goblins have often wondered if Antiochus Peverell was a seer, as only three similar agreements have been signed-in Gringotts history. Unlike other dormant houses that have a non-interest agreement, House Peverell on the other hand has done quite well."

Turning to the Ledger Gurlok glanced at the pages as he spoke. "Assets of the family, so forth include. The Peverell Estate, located in Greenhow Hill, North Yorkshire, and the number 7. High-security Vault in Gringotts."

Gurlok gave Harry a stern look as he flipped a page of the ledger and spoke warningly. "Whilst it is not illegal to steal from your vault before your age of Majority, I rather recommend you don't. Whilst most of the Camelot Pureblood's vaults are defended by Dragon's. The lowest vaults within the bowels of Gringotts are guarded by a particularly vicious Chimera. While trips are permitted by heir's to inspect their family vaults. Gringotts security measures mean a consequence of any artefact being taken from the lowest vaults without permission releases said Chimera from its holds. Many a Goblin and Heir have been taken from life through the centuries due to such short-sightedness." The long-nosed Goblin trailed off ominously.

Ophelia, looking shaken, spoke up. "Why would you leave that thing down there?"

"Gringotts is one of the premiere Goblin banks in the world, we pride ourselves on our security." Gurlok simply said as if the loss of life was a minor thing compared to a breach.

Ophelia and Harry just stared white-eyed in astonishment at the Goblin.

Gurlok however dismissed their stares and continued pointing to the opened ledger as he spoke. "Vault number. 7, liquidated assets consist of 197,388 Galleons, 19,665 Sickles, 11,762 Knuts. Various books and artefacts are also held within the vault, a list can be submitted upon request."

Taking in Harry's startlement at the large sum he'd just inherited. Gurlok spoke again,

"Whilst the number is rather substantial be warned that muggle currency isn't worth the paper and metal it's on to Goblins. What you have yet to hear is the reason the exchange rate of pounds to galleons is so high. Due to the ability that pounds and coins can be conjured, Gringotts and other banks around the world have developed systems to tell an authentic bill from a conjured one. Furthermore whilst it is similar in other banks, only 500 pounds per week can be exchanged for Galleons. Only if one is an upcoming Hogwarts student will exchange rates be less and a larger volume traded."

Gorluk continued. "This is to perturb any witch and wizard to bother with the process. Be also warned that Galleons, Sickles, and Knut's are a universal wizarding currency enchanted to be unmeltable and unbreakable within Goblin mints. As such gold and other precious metals do not amount to the equivalent value as they are raw materials not spell forged."

The long nose Goblin finished with his explanation turned to Harry.

"Any questions or matters related to business?" Gurlok said.

Harry just shook his head trying to absorb the information.

"Good." The long-nosed Goblin said. "That finishes the overview. Follow me, children best let you get on with your shopping trip."

Harry and Ophelia trailed Gorluk back up the tasteful passageway from the conference room and into the open expanse of the main hall. Gorluk then gave Harry a bow and walked off.

"Harry, Ophelia!" Came Hagrid's booming voice at the front of the main hall. The giant man rising off his seat and walking over to meet them. "Didn't think yeh take so long, bin waiting a while since finishing up me business for Dumbledore."

"Sorry, Hagrid," Ophelia said sheepishly, gesturing to Harry. "Harry assumed the heirship of House Peverell and the Founderhship of the Sayre family, the meeting with the account managers took a bit longer."

Hagrid took in the little girl and gave a slight smile. "That's good news I s'pose."

The Gruff man said and gave a scratch to his bearded chin explaining further. "Can't say I know much abou' wizarding families."

"It's fine Hagrid, it's all been sorted," Ophelia said in a reassuring tone.

The giant man gave a smile at this then continued. "I have yeh pouches though best keep 'em safe."

Both Harry and Ophelia watched as Hagrid pulled two pouches out of his pocket and handed them to Harry and Ophelia.

Ophelia had quickly opened her pouch to inspect it. She'd been slightly shocked when she stuck her hand in only for her whole arm to disappear up to the hilt of her elbow.

"They're extendable, it makes carrying yah coins easier," Hagrid explained looking amusedly at the brunette girl before continuing. "Right we've dallied enough, best be off."

Harry and Ophelia nodding their heads quietly followed Hagrid through the silver and bronze doors back outside into the sunlight of Diagon Alley.

A crowd seemed to have formed since their entry, outside the snowy white building a few people seemed to be shaking a brown-haired boy's hand quite enthusiastically.

Harry however didn't have time to register the scene too much as a red-haired woman screamed his name.

"Harry!" The red-haired woman in question yelled as she hurtled towards him.

Harry didn't have much time to react, only to stare in shock at the woman before he was engulfed within her arms.

"Aww, my little boy has grown up so much." The red-haired woman cooed, twisting him in her arms in what seemed to be a reassuring manner.

His mother. Harry presumed, rolling his eyes as he was flung around in her vice gripped cradle.

Lily continued in her vain attempt at comfort.

"We heard about the incident in the pub with Doris Crockford. Don't worry." Lily said sweetly. " Your father and I have resolved the incident and have explained it to her, she will be coming to tea sometime where you can make an apology."

Harry just stared at his mother in horror, the woman wanted him to apologise for being manhandled?

However before he could reply, Lily paused and squealed, taking in the girl beside him.

"Ooh!" The squealing continued as Lily released Harry and bent down to pinch Ophelia's cheeks in both hands.

"You look like a mini-Marlene, with your brown curly hair," Lily said happily, still taking the little girl's face in.

Ophelia on the other hand was glaring at the woman in vehement dislike as her cheeks began straining from Lily's pinches.

Hagrid however broke in thankfully and Lily released her grip.

"Mrs. Potter I didn't expect yeh to be here till later!" The giant man exclaimed.

"Oh, Hagrid," Lily said warmly as she stood up. "There's been a change of plans and James and I decided it would be best if we escorted Harry and Ophelia with the boys." Lily then said offhandedly. "You're welcome to help though, it will be easier since we have so much to buy for the five of them."

Harry however scowled at this. The half-giant had failed to mention he knew his parents were coming on later in the day.

"I s'pose I can," Hagrid said as he gave a bright smile. The gruff man went to talk further however he was cut off.

A cough came from a stocky man, three boys similar to Harry's age trailing behind him up the steps.

"You must be Harry." The stocky man with messy brown hair plainly said. "It's good to see you again, son."

Harry took in his father's outstretched hand, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable but shook it nonetheless.

His father then turned to Ophelia and said snidely. "You must be the mutt's daughter, it's nice to see the mongrel-looking eyes make the image clearer."

"James." Lily hissed, "we agreed to play nice."

Ophelia, however, wasn't having it; she put her hands on her hips glaring balefully at James before mouthing off. "You must be Harry's arsehole of a father, it's nice to see you look like a deadbeat dad."

Harry chuckled, Hagrid gasped, James however winced at the little girl's words.

"Now, there's no need for that," Hagrid tried to say.

Lily however cut in desperately trying to do damage control. "James, Ophelia can we please get along?" The woman said imploringly as she knelt next to Ophelia, taking her hands in hers, and continued. "I was to be your godmother sweetheart, do you think you could for me try to ignore James for me? We're to be a family?" Lily tried saying sweetly.

"Family?" Ophelia said suspiciously, giving Lily a pointed glare.

"Yes. Family." Lily explained. "Professor Dumbledore said Harry would never leave the Orphanage without you, we thought." Lily turned to glare at James before returning to Ophelia. "That it would make things easier if you came with us when Harry left?"

"I don't get a say?" Harry grounded out

"Harry," Lily sighed. "We're your parents. We're gonna take you home today."

Harry just snarled and turned away.

Ophelia, however, promptly panicked realising Harry would be taken away from her. She might dislike Harry's parents but being left at the orphanage was far worse. She'd be alone.

"I'm going with you?" The little girl quickly said scared she'd lose Harry till she saw him at Hogwarts.

"Yes, honey," Lily said. "You'll be coming home with us once we register your magical adoption papers at the ministry."

"Okay." Ophelia hesitantly, she'd deal with it for now. The girl supposed she and Harry could always run away.

"Good." Lily said smiling, "why don't introduce ourselves." The smiling mother continued. "Eric, Claymore, Anthony come say hello to your brother and Ophelia."

A smaller carbon copy of James Potter walked up cockily, messy brown hair and eyes taking them in.

"Eric Potter." The boy said, reaching to shake Harry's hand as he spoke. "I'm the Boy-Who-Lived, heartthrob of witches, your better in every way."

James laughed, mistaking the boy's arrogance as humour.

"Modest," Harry replied, shaking the boy's hand, already not thinking much of him.

Eric turned and shook Ophelia's hand with a wink.

"Charmed." The girl said icily, taking the hand.

Eric, satisfied, took a step back as the next boy stepped forward.

"Claymore Potter." The boy said smiling, "Don't you think it's cool mom and dad named me after a weapon?" The boy excitedly said as he shook Harry Potter's hand in a double-handed clasp. "Don't mind Eric." Claymore quickly continued. "I think all the attention goes to his head. It's good to see you though, I've been waiting for this day since mom told me I'd see you on my 11th birthday." The excitable boy finished off.

It seemed the excitable boy said the wrong thing however as background voices of "you dare?" came from Eric who was swelling red like a balloon in anger and "Claymore!" From Lily in exasperation could be heard, she was still overprotective of the son she'd been with the longest.

Harry, however, took Claymore in. The boy had brown eyes like his father and Brother Eric but the vivid red hair of his mother.

Harry smiled warmly and said. "It's good to see you, Claymore," and instead of shaking his hand pulled him in for a hug. It was clear the boy meant well.

Releasing his hug Claymore then excitedly shook Ophelia's hand in a double-handed grasp before stepping back as the next boy walked through and spoke up.

"Antonius Potter, Heir of the Most Noble and Ancient house of Potter at your service." The boy said formally, ignoring Harry's hand and instead of taking Ophelia's hand in his and kissing it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, heiress Black, Mckinnon." The boy said, dipping his head as he stared at her rings.

Ophelia looked curiously at Antonius and blushed, replied softly. "It's good to meet you, Heir Potter."

Harry grimaced at this, he didn't like his brother already playing for Ophelia's affection. However, an idea came to him. Harry mused, two could play the same, couldn't they?

Antonius then turned, almost looking down on Harry as he offered his hand in greeting.

Harry, however, replied.

"Hadrian Potter, Heir of the Most Ancient house of Peverell and Founder of the Sayre family."

The raven-haired boy said, holding out his left hand as he indicated his rings before continuing. "It's good to meet you, Heir Potter," Harry said in the most indifferent voice he could muster, all the while grinning inwardly as Antonious's cool mask dropped off in shock.

Good. Harry thought to let the ponce hesitate.

Antonious, mask resuming made to reply only for their father, still sulky over a little girl getting the best of him said in shock and excitement.

"You managed to claim the Peverell Heirship? James's morose mood, perking up a bit at the news.

"Yes, why?" Harry asked incredulously at James' attitude brightening up.

James stared still in astonishment, seeing him differently for the first time in his life. No longer just seeing him as the son that was supposed to be shipped off to Lily's sister.

"It's just," James spoke. "That the Potter's have been trying to claim the Peverell lordship for centuries since the marriage of Iolanthe Peverell and Hardwin Potter. Both Charlus Potter, your Great Uncle, and my father, your grandfather Fleamont tried to claim the Peverell lordship."

"Even I" James admitted before continuing, "Tried to claim the Peverell lordship when I went to take an inheritance test for the Ross Vaults."

James turned to Lily and then spoke again, "Just wait until we tell Charlus, he'll be thrilled, an Elder house!"

James continued excitedly, "he did tell us that only two Potter's have been born black haired before Harry, Ralston Potter was one of them from what I remember." James trailed off.

"Yes," Lily replied, however, she was more shrewd in her observations.

"Harry." Lily said slowly, "You said you claimed the Sayre family Foundership,

however." Lily said hesitantly. "The Sayre family aren't in the Potter genealogy."

"Yes, that's right." Harry said, "It was mentioned that I had a 5th-degree relationship in the matrilineal line."

"But that would be that I'm related to Isolt Sayre," Lily whispered to herself more than others.

"James," Lily said, continuing her train of thought. "This is big news, it's a huge political change for the family."

Lily quickly spoke again as her eyes darted around as she noticed a crowd was starting to watch them, the Potters were big names and very recognisable within Britain.

"I think it would be best if we left this discussion to the dinner table." Lily said worriedly, "It could change Britain's whole political atmosphere if we play this right."

Harry gave another scowl at that. His mother was already thinking of ways to utilize his connections. Why wasn't he surprised? He was accepted straight back into the family with open arms after he became useful.

"Right. Lily love," James said, "Why don't we start our shopping? We've waited long enough for Harry and the girl to exit Gringotts."

Ophelia gave James another glare, it seemed the man was petty enough he wouldn't give her a name.

"Yes, right," Lily said, turning to Hagrid who'd been standing by listening in and asked politely. "The boy's already have their Hogwarts robes, could you take Harry and Ophelia to Madam Malkin's? While we grab potions supplies for Ophelia and the boys from Slug and Jiggers apothecary and the Cauldron Shop?

Hagrid gave a firm nod of the head at this and replied. "That I can do Mrs. Potter."

Lily replied gratefully at the Giant man's willingness. "Good. Good, you can meet us at Tanner's Travelling Trunks when you finish up."

Hagrid gave another nod at this.

Ophelia however made to reach into her purse to pull out some Galleons but Lily stopped her noticing.

"It's fine, Ophelia," Lily said, waving her off and continued. "You're coming into the Family, it's our responsibility to pay for these things."

Ophelia smiled at that, seemingly pleased she wouldn't have to waste her money as both Harry and Ophelia had barely held any during their lives.

"Good, let's get going then," Lily said, giving a smile.

The Potter's had left Harry, Ophelia, and Hagrid at Madam Malkin's shop as they continued up the Alley towards Slug's and Jitter's.

Harry was thankful however, it had been a walk mostly in uncomfortable silence. The questions about the orphanage were still too much.

"Eh Harry, Ophelia." Hagrid voiced awkwardly shuffling. "Would yeh mind if I slipped up off for a pick-me-up in the leaky cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts."

Harry looked at the half-giant curiously but simply shrugged, Ophelia replied, however.

"Yes that's fine Hagrid we'll see you later," The brunette said waving him off.

Harry was still feeling nervous about meeting his family as he walked into Madam Malkin's.

Harry took in the form of who he thought to be Madam Malkin. She was a squat woman, who smiled warmly at them, dressed in a bleak mauve.

"Hogwarts dears?" the elderly woman asked, Ophelia, made to speak but was cut off by the woman. "Got another two here, the last one is just being fitted up now in fact."

Harry turned to the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face and platinum blonde hair was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes.

Madam Malkin then gestured for Harry and Ophelia to stand next to a stool. A girl however was in the corner sitting seated, appearing to have finished having her robes tailored.

Her pale complexion was the same as the boy's with a pointed face that screamed aristocracy, platinum blonde hair descending evenly down her shoulders, the tips an icy blue.

The boy's sister Harry presumed.

Madam Malkin standing next to them gestured for Ophelia to step up on the stool and slipped a long robe over her head and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello," said the boy. "Hogwarts, too?" Eyes looking at Harry and Ophelia curiously.

"Yes," said Harry.

Ophelia simply nodded, listening in as Madam Malkin started to pin the left length.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wand holsters." The boy said in a bored, drawling voice. "Mother wouldn't let me get my robes at Twilfitt and Tattings, she said I wouldn't appreciate the finery of acromantula silk."

Madam Malkin's mutter of agreement could be heard.

The Boy ignored it however and continued. "I think I'm going to drag my parents off to look at racing brooms after this. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully my father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

Harry glanced up to Ophelia, smiling as she rolled her eyes at the boy's monotone.

"Have you got your own broom?" The boy went on.

Ophelia however decided to join in, a subtle smirk as she talked. "Oh yes, it's got lots of twigs, very streamline, excellent for sweeping through the hallways."

The boy blinked at her before questioningly saying "Your parents let you bring your broom into the house?"

Ophelia rebutted bluntly. "Your parents don't?"

"No." The boy said sullenly, now ignoring Harry in favour of Ophelia, and continued, "what position do you play? Seeker? Chaser? Beater? Keeper?"

Ophelia, now stringing the boy along, paused to think for a second before she answered."Seeker of course I'm quite good at looking for little specs." The brunette girl said trailing off, smiling devilishly.

The pale-faced boy looked at her shocked and spoke carefully, "you must be pretty good to seek in the hallways."

Ophelia just gave the boy a look that said are you 'dim,' clearly, she thought he would have caught on. She replied, however, "yes, I suppose you could say that you do tend to get good at seeking all the little specs out after a while."

A muffled laugh from the platinum-haired girl could be heard in the background.

Both Harry and Madam Malkin were grinning.

The boy however remained oblivious and continued speaking. "Father says it's a

crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, I must say I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"

Ophelia just gave the boy a patronizing look and responded flippantly, "Of course, don't you know?"

The boy replied. "Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family has been, imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

Ophelia was now looking at the boy as if he had a head injury, after all, who would leave a school because of the house they were in? Maybe it was time to dial up the

sarcasm she thought.

Clamping her hands to her heart she said as dramatically as she could "Oh the horror." Her head tilted upwards the very picture of sarcasm, faux terror ringing through her voice.

Madam Malkin growled as Ophelia ruffled the pins in her robes, the boy however didn't realise the apparent sarcasm was nodding his head in acknowledgment.

The boy didn't seem to realise however as he replied.

"I'm glad you agree, mother said I was overreacting."

Ophelia gave up after that.

"I say, look at that man!" The boy said no long after, nodding toward the front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at Ophelia and Harry as he held two large ice creams to demonstrate he couldn't come in.

"That's Hagrid," Harry chipped in helpfully, "He's the gamekeeper at Hogwarts."

"Oh," said the boy, "I've heard. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?"

"He's the gamekeeper." Harry simply said, he wasn't fussed with the boy. Too much of a peacock for his liking.

The boy nodded in agreement. "Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage, lives in a hut on the school grounds, and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."

"I think he's pretty entertaining," Harry said offhandedly. The half-giant was certainly interesting to watch.

"Do you?" said the boy, slightly startled. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"Either the apothecary or cauldron shop," Harry said dismissively.

"Oh." Said the other boy curiously before voicing. "Are they our kind?"

"They are a witch and wizard if that's what you mean." Harry had to admit the boy was grating.

It only got worse as the boy announced his opinion.

"I don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get their letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname anyway?"

Thankfully before Harry had to reply, Madam Malkin said, "that's you done, my dear," Ophelia was now stepping off the stool and Harry was stepping up.

The platinum-haired boy in question also appeared to be finished as he was stepping down and being gestured to the counter by the second lady.

"Well, I'll see you two at Hogwarts I suppose," said the boy as he walked to the counter.

The platinum-haired girl however rose from the seat, sapphire eyes gleaming curiously at Harry and Ophelia before turning and quietly following after the boy after a moment's glance.

She'd never said a word.

"You think he's one of those Blood Purist's the Goblins mentioned?" Harry said to Ophelia.

The brunette gave momentary thought and replied. "Sounds about right, I didn't like him much."

"Yeah." Harry said, "definitely a peacock."

Madam Malkin had been quite swift in tailoring Harry's robes to size. It was clear the old lady was skilled as fabrics twirled around him in formless shapes before they were cut to scale and wrapped meticulously around his frame. The stern tailor seemed to waste no time in making a few adjustments here and there before she deemed them suitable robes for a Hogwarts student.

Robes and winter cloak in hand after paying at the counter, Harry and Ophelia stepped outside to see the lumbering form of Hagrid rising from a bench. Two ice creams still in hand.

"Are yeh done already?" The giant man gestured for them to take the ice creams, while he took their cloaks and robes as he spoke, slipping them into an overly large pocket.

Harry was rather quiet just taking the ice cream Hagrid had brought him, it was a rather kind act. Although he wasn't very partial to chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts.

Ophelia looked at the ice cream speculatively before voicing. "Hagrid, how hasn't it melted yet?"

"Cooling Charms, mighty handy," Hagrid said in a gruff voice as they began walking.

Ophelia gave an acknowledging nod at the explanation.

Hagrid then pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket and gave it a thoughtful gaze and spoke up again. "Since yeh finished up so quickly I reckon it would be best if we got yeh some more items from the list." Hagrid gestured as the parchment flapped in his overly large hand before he continued.

The gruff man spoke again. "Yeh parents should be getting your potion supplies and gloves from Slugs and Jiggers so that leaves us to get some parchment and quills in the meantime and telescopes I s'pose. The books can wait with yeh parents after Tanner's."

They stopped to buy parchment and quills. Harry himself had been quite curious when he inspected a bottle of ink that changed colour as you wrote. Leaving the shop, pockets lighter again, bags of quills, inks, and parchment dangling from Harry and Ophelia's hands.

They trailed further up the Alley before stopping in front of another odd shop filled with the same curious silver and gold items Harry had recognised earlier. The whizzing devices within the surrounding shop were quite interesting, they seemed to have an assortment of purposes when Harry glanced at them, however, he didn't get much of an opportunity to look further before Hagrid had grabbed the standard Hogwarts telescopes and gesturing to pay at the counter

"Best let me get a trolley for 'em telescopes and then Tanner's," Hagrid said.

Harry had left Ophelia to push the trolley up the Alley. Weaving through pedestrians while he walked beside her, a question appeared on his mind.

"Hagrid," Harry called as he took a quick look at the list that had remained in his pocket since leaving the Orphanage.

"The list says students may also bring an owl or a cat or a toad." The boy said speculatively.

Hagrid gave a scratch at his chin before replying. "I know the list says you have to get an animal, but it's pointless in my opinion. All your brothers probably have an owl, dead useful too, they carry yer mail an' everythin. You might as well use one of there's and save your money, but it wouldn't do to get a toad either. Yeh'd be laughed at and I don't like cats."

Harry seemed a bit disheartened that Hagrid said it wasn't worth his while, however, the half-giant wasn't done speaking.

"Tell yeh what. The Magizoology Conference is being held in New Orleans next year around summertime. Great big festival of all magical animals makes a showcase, lot's of vendors to trying to sell their animals. I've been meaning to go as the conference only happens every couple of years. You're welcome to tag along and see if we can find you a familiar, more worthwhile than a cat that's for sure."

"A familiar? Harry asked curiously.

Hagrid shrugged as if it was obvious. "A magically bonded animal of course."

Quickly thinking it through the idea of a cat paled to potentially owning a magical animal.

"I think that's agreeable. I'd be happy to go." Harry said slowly.

Ophelia's elbow suddenly dug into his ribs.

"Only if Ophelia can come too of course." Harry quickly continued grunting pain and giving a sharp stare at the girl in question. The brunette wasn't fazed, however, giving a happy smile at being included in the plans as she pushed the trolley along.

"We'll talk it through with yeh parents then next summer." The gruff man said, pushing the matter aside for now. It seemed he was pleased he'd have company.

"Here we are," Hagrid said a few minutes later. "Tanner's Travelling Trunks."

"Harry, Ophelia." Lily's excited call came. "It's good to see you're here." The redhead mother continued. "The boys are inside with James selecting their trunks, I've been waiting for you two."

After a hesitant hello, Lily had quickly ushered them inside the store.

It was quite a simple store display, Harry thought. Model display trunks littered the sides ranging from the standard Hogwarts trunk to the very pricey safe-box trunk at 200 galleons, advertised with multiple compartments, password-protected, and wrapped in Ukrainian Ironbelly leather. It was however the Ravenclaw display trunk that interested him the most. The trunk was extended to be large enough to fit a bookshelf, rather than the standard Hogwarts trunk which allowed a small closet of clothes and items to be fitted inside

"Ah, more customers." A portly man with very dignifiable robes behind the counter said obviously, please.

"They're with us," James said, speaking up at the counter. "I was just about to order five standard trunks with custom-engraved initials and password protections."

"Very well, it will be done." The portly man said.

"Father." Harry seemed to say hesitantly. "I was wondering if I could have the Ravenclaw model."

"A bookworm. How lovely." The man said jovially rubbing his hands together, the Ravenclaw model meant he was getting more galleons after all.

"Very well," James said, not minding too much about Harry's additional upgrade as he continued. "Four standard trunks with the assorted details and a Ravenclaw model with the same."

Eric, however lurking next to his father did seem to mind. "If Harry's allowed the Ravenclaw model, I want mine in Horntail leather with the word triumph on it." The boy said with a haughty voice pointing to his T-shaped scar.

James sighed but allowed it.

Antonius however chipped in. "If Eric gets Horntail leather, I want mine in Graphorn leather with the Potter crest father."

It must be a brother thing where they tried to one-up each other Harry mused, seeing Eric's scowl.

James didn't balk at the request but did give a grimace, Graphorn leather after all was a symbol of status and a step down from Ironbelly.

"Any other requests." James voiced around the room.

"I'm fine with the welsh green but the Potter crest would be cool." Claymore said neutrally.

James gave a nod before raising an eyebrow at Harry and Ophelia.

"I'm fine with the Welsh Green, I only care about functionality," Harry said offhandedly.

Ophelia however decided to milk it for all it was worth.

"Mr. Tanner," Ophelia said, ignoring James, turning to the portly man. "What leathers do you offer?"

A gleam could be seen in the portly man's eyes as he replied. "We offer most dragon leathers ranging up in price from Welsh Green to Ironbelly, we also offer a few more luxurious types of leather such as Abraxan, Sphinx, and Graphorn."

"Abraxan?" The girl asked inquisitively.

"A rather large winged horse, the leather has a lustrous silver shine."

"Yes," Ophelia said, nodding her head. "That would do nicely, add the Black and Mckinnon Crests as well for embellishment."

The girl clearly tried to stick it to James Potter with her emphasis on the last word.

The portly man upon hearing the last line nearly dropped his mouth shocked that James Potter would be forking over Galleons for Sirius Black's daughter, but wisely didn't choose to say anything."

Harry saw James give a menacing glare at the girl but didn't say no on the matter, however.

James then spoke up. "The four standard trunks with the custom details if you please Mr. Tanner and the Ravenclaw trunk with the Peverell crests and Sayre crest as well."

The man gave a blink at that but let it slide and spoke excitedly. "Excellent." The portly man smiled with gleaming eyes as he wrote down the specifications with a quill.

"I'll have them done in half an hour, just need to add the custom details." The portly man continued.

James gave a nod at that before speaking.

"All good, we'll just head to flourish and Flourish and Blotts in the meantime," James said as he waved Tanner off.

Tanner then began tallying up the amount. "That'll be 195 galleons and 20 sickles. Starting costs are 80 Galleons for the standard trunks, 25 for the Ravenclaw trunk, 5 Galleons for the password protections, and 4 sickles a piece for the initials and engravings." Tanner continued in a business-like tone. "15 Galleons will be deducted from the overall cost as you are purchasing leather additions rather than the Welsh Green. It'll be 15 Galleons for the Horntail, 40 galleons for the Abraxan leather, and 45 galleons for the Graphorn leather to be reworked into the trunks."

James didn't bother to haggle over price, the Potter's were well to do. He simply chose to pull out his expandable purse and pay the full amount over the counter.

It seemed Lily had chosen to stay outside and talk to Hagrid when the Potter's and Ophelia had emerged from the shop.

"All done?" Came Lily's questioning tone?

"We'll have to return in half an hour, the boys wanted a few modifications," James said as continued to speak. "Books and wands are all that's left from the list, we got parchment, telescopes, and quills at home."

Lily gave a confirming nod and spoke. "We'll just have to use the trollies for the time being." Gesturing to the other trolley Ophelia parked hers beside.

James gave an acknowledging nod before replying. "Flourish and Blotts is next and then Ollivander's. We'll have to come back to collect the trunks after buying the books for the kids and then grab their wands."

"Very well that seems like the most decisive plan, we'll then have to head to the ministry and then the Orphanage to adopt Ophelia and reassume muggle guardianship of Harry," Lily said agreeing.

Hagrid then butted in. "It seems you lot have things in good hands. If you don't mind I best be going then. Dumbledore will be wanting his package."

Lily said sweetly. 'It's no trouble Hagrid, it's been nice talking, thank you for escorting Harry and Ophelia."

"It's no trouble," Hagrid said in his usual gruff, waving them off as he departed. His bulky form disappeared up the Alley.

The Potters and Ophelia then headed back down the Alley, both Claymore and Ophelia pushing their trolley each. The silence was still uncomfortable, however, especially considering every passerby knew the Potters and gave them polite nods before they ultimately came to a halt outside Flourish and Blott's.

Harry could see through the windows that books were stacked as high as the ceiling. Want was building up in him, before he could enter, however. Lily stopped the group and spoke.

"Your father will wait outside with the trollies and I will purchase the school books at the counter, feel free in the meantime to browse the bookshelves for anything that might interest you. I'll allow you up to five extra books."

Harry eagerly realised this was an opportunity and quickly hurried through the open-faced doors, his brothers and Ophelia following.

Flourish and Blotts was a maze of bookshelves, different signs pointed to different topics. To Harry, five books just didn't seem enough. Sighing he grabbed a basket from the front and quickly ignored the Potions section in favour of the Charms. Most of the titles seemed interesting. However, three books piqued his interest the most, A Guide to Medieval Sorcery, An Anthology of Eighteenth-Century Charms, Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes.

They were good choices that gave him a wide array of knowledge he felt as he grabbed a copy of the texts and placed them within the basket. The weight was enough for Harry to know there would be a lot of pleading with his mother, worse came to worse he was sure Ophelia wouldn't use up her quota.

Heading further down the aisle he came across the Defence Against The Dark Arts section. Harry knew it was almost a certainty he'd need to learn magical defense, he didn't quite trust the School to teach him everything he needed to know either. This time he was a little selective when it came to choosing the titles, rather than a wide range of charms he wanted spells that were within his ability to cast and defend himself should the occasion arrive. Soon enough A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions, Self-Defensive Spellwork, Jinxes for the Jinxed were placed atop his charms books into the basket.

At the end of the aisle was the Dark Arts section. However, Harry noticed it was quite small compared to the other sections, barely a bookshelf of texts. Harry was curious about the magic though, Professor Dumbledore mentioned the previous war during his visit. He didn't quite fancy either being at the end of a Dark Wizard's wand without knowing anything about the magic he faced. Best to be safe he thought and grabbed An overview of the Dark Arts.

Pausing to take in the signs. Harry noticed the Potions, Charms, History, Quidditch, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration sections were downstairs whilst the History, Runes, Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, and Alchemy sections were upstairs.

Harry decided it would be best to skip the transfiguration section as his experiments within the branch were already complex, he'd wait to learn more about the subject at Hogwarts and finish up downstairs with the History section before moving upstairs.

His venture in the History section had been brief as he'd quickly grabbed. The Rise and Fall of the Dark Art, Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. Harry decided he'd rely mostly on word of mouth before Hogwarts no need to buy unnecessary books when he was already over his quota.

Runes were the next section as he scaled up the wooden stairs. It was probably one of the most important ones as Dumbledore had mentioned he was a Runic. Looking through the section Harry realised runes weren't till the third year. Slightly disappointed about that fact Harry grabbed Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms and Runic's the Lost Ability. Ever since the museum he'd been wearing a long sleeve t-shirt to mask the runes that were coiled around his right arm.

Satisfied. Harry passed by his brother Eric in the quidditch section who gave him an annoyed look for some reason and walked towards the counter.

It seemed his mother had been waiting for a while.

"There you are, Harry!" Lily said before she fretted. "I didn't want to get you as you have been introduced to the wizarding world only recently. I was much the same." His mother said with a memorable sigh before she continued.

"What books did you get?" His mother asked curiously, peeking at the basket.

Harry gave a sigh he knew was unavoidable and said evenly. "A few from the Charms, Defence, Dark Arts, History and Runes section."

Lily frowned at him mentioning the Dark Arts.

"You got a Dark Arts book?" Lily said hesitantly.

Seeing his mother worry, Harry replied honestly. "Just an overview, it's more precautionary so I know about the magic if I ever come across it."

Lily blinked at that. "That's very academic." His mother said before giving a 'hmm' and continued. "Your reasoning is fair, I'll allow it. I was more worried it was for irresponsible reasons." His mother trailed off before brushing it aside as she spoke again.

"How many books did you get?"

"15 books. I found them all necessary." Harry replied simply.

Lily looked at him and sighed before she spoke. "Why don't you let me take a look, maybe we can narrow them down?"

Harry gave a nod. It was a fair argument and waited as his mother bent down and browsed through his selections.

Finally after a minute, Lily spoke up. "I can't fault your choices, Harry, however, we already have copies of The Rise and Fall of the Dark Art and Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy at Potter Manor but if you want I can let you take them to Hogwarts."

"That sounds acceptable." Harry slowly said, setting the books aside.

His mother smiled brightly. "I know I said five but consider them as a late birthday present for all I've missed."

"Thanks, I suppose," Harry said hesitantly, he was still uncomfortable around his mother.

"It's all good Harry dear." His mother said before continuing. "Best get Eric and Anthony now. They'll be in the Potions and Quidditch sections." She finished knowingly.

Sure enough, they'd found Eric and Antonius in the Potions and Quidditch sections. Antonius had grumbled quite a bit when she pulled him out from a thick tome on obscure potions but he didn't resist much. Eric however excitedly closed his quidditch book. The boy knew they'd be getting their wands soon and he'd been practicing with a training wand since he could walk.

With Harry's additional books paid for. The mother and the three boys walked outside of Flourish and Blotts. It seemed Ophelia and Claymore had taken out their school books earlier to the trollies and Claymore had been slumping on his trolley waiting glumly while Ophelia and James exchanged sharp glares of who disliked the other more.

"Alright," Lily said. "Seems we're done at Flourish and Blotts, why don't we take our trolleys back up to Tanner's and transfer the contents across?"

James simply nodded and the group set off after Harry dumped his additional books in Ophelia's trolley.

Eventually winding their way up Diagon Alley, past Madam Malkins and Eeylops Owl Emporium the familiar shop of Tanner's Trunks came into view.

"Ah," Tanner said as they walked inside. "Just a moment and I'll have your trunks on the counter."

Soon enough the trunks were presented on the counter, Mr. Tanner, seeming very happy upon them being collected, offered discounts if they ever returned for additional upgrades before they left.

"Now that's done I think it's time for Ollivander's," James said, shrinking down the last trunk so Claymore could fit it in his pocket.

"We'll finally see who the real wizard is," Eric said cockily

"Now Eric. Lily tried sweetly. However, it seemed Antonius wasn't having it.

"Pander your ego all you want brother, you're mediocre at best."

"We'll see." Eric spat indignantly. "Maybe your wand will be so pathetic that Charlus will make me the Potter heir."

"Boys," James said threateningly. The Potter heirship was a sore topic around the Potter household, Eric had often demanded it was right as the Boy-Who-Lived. It had taken Lily and James quite some time to quell the notion from his thoughts.

"Why don't we head to Ollivander's." Lily cut in trying to end the conflict before it started.

Thankfully all five heads nodded and the Potter's and Ophelia made their way back down Diagon to the eccentric wandmaker.

"Good afternoon," a soft voice said upon entry into the narrow and shabby shop. The old form of Ollivander was standing before them. Wide pale eyes looking curiously at them.

"Hello," Came the collective voices a little tense at the mysterious tone of Ollivander.

"Ah, yes, the Potters" Ollivander said before looking quizzically at Ophelia and speaking again carefully. "However I fail to recognise you," the wandmaker continued pointing a finger at the girl, "You do remind me of a girl, however. Mckinnon, Marlene I believe. The curls of brown hair and mannerisms are just the same and yet, you remind me of another so clearly I can see it in your face and eye." The old wandmaker then dropped off as if thinking to himself. "Yes, how curious." Ollivander murmured, "I see it now. You resemble your father Sirius Black."

Lily coughed that, It was clear Ophelia was becoming uncomfortable with the old man's probing.

Ollivander then turned to face Lily.

"Evans, Lilly," Ollivander said in remembrance. "Unicorn hair. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy. Made of Willow, quite temperamental. Well suited for charms."

"Yes," Lily said slowly. The Old wandmaker was still unnerving to previous customers.

"James Potter," Ollivander said, swivelling in his gaze to him. "Dragon heartstring, Eleven inches. Pliable. Mahogany, excellent for transfiguration. I take it the wand is still in working order ?"

"Yes." James replied, "It works perfectly."

"Good." Ollivander nodded his head more in thought to himself than anyone else.

"I take it you'll like the boys and the girls matched up? The wand chooses the witch or wizard, of course." The wandmaker continued trailing off…

"Yes," Lily said. "That would be excellent Mr. Ollivander."

"Very well." The wandmaker spoke as he walked out behind the counter and touched Eric's forehead with a long, white finger."

"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," Ollivander said as he trailed off. "Thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands… well, if I'd known what that wand would do."

Ollivander then turned and gave the group a piercing look. "Well, now who shall be first."

Antonius stepped forward. "Might as well as the oldest." The boy said quite simply.

"Hmmm," Ollivander said and then gave a snap of his fingers.

A long tape measure with intricate silver markings shot up out of his pocket.

"Which is your wand arm?" Ollivander asked inquiringly.

"I'm right-handed." Said Antonius.

"Hold out your arm," Ollivander said

Antonius did as Ollivander measured him from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally round his head.

"Good," Ollivander muttered before continuing. "Now step aside, I might as well measure up the others."

Eric then stepped forward raising his right arm, followed by Ophelia who raised her left, then by Claymore who raised his right, and finally Harry raising his right.

Ollivander took the boy in, eyes shining like the moon as he inspected him over.

The Boy was power, the old wandmaker realised. Staring into his eyes was like staring into a well of magic. Even now, Ollivander could see the Wizards and Witches he would slay etched on his soul.

Ollivander felt he was at a crossroads of destiny. Did he deny the boy a wand only for him to seek out another? Or did he allow his actions to come to pass? The boy hovered between destruction and salvation.

Ollivander knew his decision at that moment. He was a wandmaker at heart, every wand he made and sold was a legacy from his doorstep. He would give the boy a wand, for better or for worse. The only question now on the wandmaker's mind would his actions be Great and Terrible or Breathtaking and Brilliant?

As he finished the measurements for the last Potter, Ollivander shrugged himself off from his thoughts, it wouldn't do to dwell.

Ollivander then nodded satisfied and announced benignly. "Good I can begin."

Turning, the old wandmaker then disappeared behind the shelves of narrow boxes piled high to the ceiling before he reemerged with a box.

"Dragon heartstring, maple. 8 and a half inches reasonably rigid." Ollivander said as he gestured for Antonius to take the wand from the open-faced box.

"No," Ollivander said, grabbing the wand as it sprung from Antonius' hand.

The wandmaker returned to the shelves reappearing this time with another and spoke. "Silver lime. Hippogriff feather, 12 and a quarter inches slightly tensile."

"Definitely not," Ollivander muttered as Antonius was jolted back as a silver beam careened from his wand.

Ollivander continued the process for the next several minutes, each wand having some odd or funny reaction upon each other.

Finally, Ollivander stepped up hesitantly and spoke. "Black Walnut. Manticore mane, 10 and a half inches. Very resilient."

Antonius took the wand carefully, holding it up in wonder before red sparks were emitted from the wand in a dazzling display.

"Interesting." Ollivander said with a penetrating stare, "I'd never thought I'd see a match." The old wandmaker continued, "You will go far Mr. Potter, far indeed."

Turning to the Potter's and Ophelia who watched on, Ollivander asked, "Who's next?"

Eric Potter ventured forward. "Hmm." Ollivander mused as he turned towards the shelves.

"Here, try it out." Ollivander said, "ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, slightly springy."

Eric gave the wand an elaborate flick but nothing happened. The boy's cocky attitude slumped slightly disappointed.

The wands then started tallying up over the next few minutes, Ollivander seemed to be waiting for something as the pile of wands rose higher and higher.

Ollivander then handed Eric a wand saying offhandedly, "maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy."

Before Eric could even give the wand a wave, Ollivander snatched it back.

Moments later the old wandmaker emerged with another box.

He spoke more to himself than Eric this time and he mumbled the words thoughtfully. "I wonder, now. Yes, why not an unusual combination of holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Red and Gold sparks erupted out of the wand.

"Oh, bravo!" Ollivander cried. "Yes, indeed, oh, very good but curious, how, every curious."

Eric, looking pleased, was unable to help himself as he replied. "What's so curious?"

Ollivander's fixed stare could be seen for all to see. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather, just one other. It Is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar."

James and Lily instantly paled at Ollivander's ominous declaration.

The old wandmaker wasn't done speaking however as he said the next words rather simply, "You will either rise or fall Mr. Potter the choice is entirely yours."

Eric's confident demeanour vanished as he gulped nervously at the wandmaker's warning.

Lily and James made to speak but Ollivander waved them off. "Your son will be fine, it is either fate or coincidence nothing more, nothing less."

Ollivander then continued pointing to Claymore as he spoke in a confident tone. "You. I have just the wand, I think."

Claymore looked startled but excited as Ollivander returned with a box. "Alder, 12 inches, unicorn hair. Fairly firm."

Claymore gave the wand a wave and the windows shattered.

"I was so sure." Ollivander mused and continued. "Well if not it must be."

Reaching for a box, Ollivander held it out. "Cypress, 9 and a half inches, unicorn hair somewhat taut." The wandmaker said.

Claymore gave it a wave and blue sparks shot out jovially.

"Yes!" Ollivander clapped delightedly before saying. "I read your personality a mile away. You will be a better man than most."

Claymore smiled at the compliment muttering a 'thank you' and stepping back to allow Ophelia forward.

"You're a tricky one aren't you?" Ollivander said pointedly as he took the girl in.

His words proved to be prophetic as nearly half an hour later a pile of wands started climbing. Box after Box tallying after each wand refused the girl or the magic was too chaotic for the wand to be deemed a match.

"I wish it didn't come to this," Ollivander said as he spoke in recollection. "It was an ill-thought experiment in my youth. I couldn't bear to throw it out, however. Very few times have I offered this wand and all of them thankfully rejected."

Ollivander showed the wand, pale as ivory and then he softly spoke. "Yew. 11 inches, twinned feathers of a phoenix and augurey, quite articulated."

Ophelia took the wand and gasped, a white light flaring around her.

"And so it has been chosen." Ollivander solemnly said gazing at the girl. "I'm sorry my dear it is a costly wand to wield with a power over life and death that is unmatched."

Ophelia grimly nodded before Ollivander turned to Harry.

"You must be last." The old wandmaker said. It was not a question however but a statement.

Ollivander swiftly searched through the shelves before he returned with a box, opening for Harry to view and spoke. "Beech, phoenix father, 10 and a half inches rather supple."

Harry gently picked up the wand and gave it a wave in his hand. Unlike most reactions with the wands previous the beech wanted simply fizzled out, smoke trailing from its tip.

"Hmm," Ollivander said. "You're rather more powerful than I thought, fear not the mistake was mine. The wand is useless now, do with it what you please."

Ollivander then headed back into the depths of the shelves seemingly hunting for a wand.

A weathered box was in his hand as the wandmaker peeled back the face and said. "Acacia. Sphinx heartstring 9 and a quarter inches, quite rigid. Let it be said it is an exotic wand."

Harry took the wand and gave it a twirl however not much happened.

Ollivander nodded and mused to himself. "Getting close I suspect."

The next few minutes were filled with Ollivander returning with a wand and discarding it after each wand didn't respond. All the wands however had a common theme of power.

The minutes dragged on till Ollivander finally returned with a box. It looked positively ancient with dark green scales wrapping around the box for a cover.

"This wand is perhaps the greatest creation within the Ollivander family. Few wands within the store could attest to such power or match it. The combination I feel is the most fitting, however, created by my ancestor Geraint at the end of the 16th century, the wand comprises Snakewood. Basilisk heartstring, 11 and three-quarter inches in length. It is an unyielding wand, to say the least. Give it a whirl." Ollivander said eagerly, and so Harry did.

The wand had a wavy grain in its wood Harry noticed as he looked down upon it. It was nonetheless elegant however as he picked it up gingerly and gave it an experimental whirl. The wand simply thrummed with power as it swam through him.

Harry gave an excited laugh as the wand joyously announced its entrance, green light blazing out as it hummed its pleasure at finding its owner.

"At last," Ollivander whispered astonishment in his eyes. The old man never thought he'd see the wand chosen.

"Marvelous." Ollivander continued with an excited clap turning to the Potters and speaking. "You have done me a great honour by bringing these children to me. Many a wandmaker will be envious of the tales I tell today. Five different wands all unique, yes a memorable day indeed." The old man finished off.

Lily gave Olivander a bright smile and said. "Thank you, Mr. Ollivander, you have given the boys wondrous wands."

Ollivander just gave a bow and gestured James to the counter. Still taking in the boys and the girl with curiosity.

"That'll be 35 Galleons please." The wandmaker said as he noticed James approaching the counter.

James gave a nod and paid the amount murmuring his thanks before the Potter's left.

Ollivander watched the Potter's leave.

The day had been interesting, to say the least. He was nervous however and understandably so. The events of today would have far-reaching effects, it was evident fate played a hand. Each of the boys would go down their divergent paths pursuing their own goals. Nonetheless, the wandmaker knew the key lied with the final pair, the boy and the girl. Not with the The-Boy-Who-Lived as he'd expected. The only question now was what would come of it, destruction or salvation?

I await a guardian: As we delve deeper into the Harry Potter universe reviews become more and more appreciated as the plotline thickens. Whilst suggestions will not be included unless I have deemed them already pertinent for the narrative. They do however, allow me to reevaluate the storyline and create a more engaging storyline for you the viewers. One person's thoughts alone doesn't create a story, multiple experiences and perspectives are often needed to create a truly authentic atmosphere.

Disclaimer: As we progress further into Hogwarts, a disclaimer is needed. I have no ownership over the Harry Potter franchise, books, characters and ideas Rowling has created. Furthermore if Rowling so wishes it which I severely doubt, she has all rights to my material as the creator of the universe. In so, I want to strictly specify I have no rights or ownership of the Harry Potter world, I merely play in the sandbox.