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Lucius' POV

He went very still at the unexpected question. Meeting Harry Potter in Diagon Alley was not what how he expected the day to go.

He remembered days when he, Severus, and Lily studied together. Despite the fact that he was three years older than Severus and Lily they became quick friends.

At first it was simply the power both the two first years possessed that drew him. Over time he came to realize that they were loyal and true. Neither cared for the prejudice that stopped him from becoming close to anyone else.

Before the fight between Severus and Lily he offered to help pay for an inheritance test for Lily. One of his Ravenclaw friends put up an idea to him in secret. That it was possible that muggleborns were descendants of squibs. If it was true then the whole Wizarding World could change.

Then came the fight with Lily and Severus. He had called her a mudblood due to his hurt given to him by the Mauraders. In that moment Severus had lost her.

Lucius had taken Severus's side of the argument. In the end that was what drew the man to the Dark Lord. In the end that was what killed the Potter's.

He never expected the Potter's to name him Godfather however. Not after that last argument. This was not the place for such a conversation. Too many people could overhear.

He said his mercury eyes meeting the killing curse green ones, "We cannot have this conversation here, Mr. Potter. Would you and your aunt be remiss in visiting my manor tomorrow?"

The Potter heir seemed to consider his words for a moment. Then he nodded carefully. He took a step away took a step away from Lucius. Draco came to stand close to his father's side.

Lucius said nodding to them, "I will meet you at the Leaky Cauldron at noon tomorrow."

Petunia said her eyes going to her nephew, "We will meet you then, Lord Malfoy."

He didn't show the shock he felt. Lily had spoke more of their world than he expected. He gave her a curt nod and lead Draco from the shop. They would be having a long conversation about this tomorrow.

Harrison's POV

He watched the man that was his godfather leave. There was an air of sadness about him. His face showed none of the emotions but Harrison could feel them.

His aunt asked drawing him out of his thoughts, "Harry are you okay?"

Harrison mentally shook himself and replied with a false smile, "I'm fine, Aunt Petunia. It was just a shock to meet him."

Still his eyes lingered on where the man had disappeared from. He wanted to know his godfather. What he didn't know was if the man felt the same.

The rest of the trip through Diagon Alley was made in near silence. Harry got extra books that he could read for preparation when he was older. It wasn't until it was time to get his wand that he felt a familiar sense of excitement.

The shop they entered wasn't quiet as noticeable as the others. It was almost as if someone was trying to hide.

It was a dusty shop where boxes lined the walls. Magic seeped from the walls. It was a comforting feeling that felt familiar but he didn't recognize it.

Then suddenly a white haired man with grey eyes appeared. He said mysteriously, "I was wondering when I would be seeing you Mr. Potter. It seems like only yesterday your mother and father were in here buying their first wands."

Harrison asked carefully, "Did you know my parents?"

The old man shook his head as he replied, "Only when they came to my shop. After they got their wands they only came back once. At your father's insistance both of them got wand holsters. It was during dark times and the extra protection was needed."

Because of the Dark Lord threatening them. Harrison sighed. He wasn't really angry with the Dark Lord. They had been on opposite sides of the war. People always died in wars it was unavoidable. He was more angry at the supposed Light Lord than anyone else.

That man had been trying to manipulate him from the beginning. Going so far as to drug him with potions.

Harrison might not join the Dark Lord but neither would he stand against the man. As long as the Dark Lord didn't come after what was his. Then there would be no problems between them. He would be neutral in this war.

His thoughts were interrupted by the man holding out a wand to him. Magic practically bit at his hand almost making him drop it. Immediately the man snatched back the wand.

Wand after wand was shoved in his hand. Sometimes he would get to wave it and disaster struck. So far he broke four lamp and set the wall aflame twice. The far right wall had it wands scattered to the floor.

The man said with a glance back at the wands, "I wonder... stay here a moment Mr. Potter."

When he came back he held a black box in his hand. Harrison felt something pulling at his magic. It was drawing him to the wand that was in the box.

The box was held out to him and slowly Harrison took the wand. The moment his hand came into contact with the cool wood a warmth spread through him. It felt as if he had come home after being gone for a long time.

When he gave the wand a wave blue, black, and silver spark came out of the tip. The warmth radiated through his entire being now. It felt like he was on top of the world.

He was brought out of the feeling by a voice, "Curious. How very curious."

He asked his curiosity getting the better of him, "What is curious, sir?"

The man turned to him and whispered as if it was the secret of life itself, "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix who gave me the feather for that wand gave another. Just one other. The wizard who held the wand did a great many things. Terrible but great. I think we can be expecting great things from you, Mr. Potter."

"Who was it, sir?"

The man pointed to the scar on his forehead and whispered even lower than before, "The wizard who wielded that wand. Was the same wizard who gave you that scar."