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Harrison's POV

He had the brother wand to the man that killed his parents. Logically he knew that there had to be more to it than that. Otherwise Dumbledore would not be trying to manipulate him. Still it bugged him for than he could put into words that he didn't know what the significance was.

Knowledge was power in this world. He needed to know what the significance of having a brother wand was. Olivander wasn't forthcoming with information. Instead he gave Harrison a book to read with a knowing smile.

It frustrated and amused the eleven year old. He wanted answers and quickly. The book would give him more answers than just the ones he was looking for.

Their last stop of the day would be at the trunk shop. It was almost forgotten about in the excitement of everything else. Petunia had been the one to remember that he would need a trunk.

Out of all of the shops the trunk shop took the least amount of time. He chose a five compartment trunk that had high end protection spells. It also had self shrinking and growing charms on it. All he had to do was touch his wand to the crest.

One compartment was for clothes and other items. This was typically what students got. A one compartment trunk to keep their junk in. Harrison wanted more in case he needed it.

The second compartment was that of an apartment. It had one bedroom, a sitting area, and a kitchen. While he didn't need such a place it might come in handy later.

The third compartment was a potion lab. The owner recommended that he not use it until he starts Hogwarts. Potion accidents are common for children his age. That they could be deadly.

The fourth compartment was a library. It had spells on it that he could search the books by writing on a parchment. He knew that as soon as they got home he would be putting his books in.

His final compartment was a dueling room. It came with two dummies. One would tell you how effective your spell was. The other would actually duel back with you. As you improved so did the dummy. Next to his library it was his favorite room.

The shop owner put wards on the trunk to keep it from being tracked. Spells not his or the owners would not work on it. When he used magic inside his trunk it would not make the trace activate. He could use any spells he wanted and they wouldn't register.

After they were done af the trunk shop they went back to the Leaky Cauldron. Harrison had fish and chips with a butterbeer. Dudley followed his lead and got the same. Petunia simply had baked chicken with green beans and water.

From there they went back to Private Drive. Harrison was excited to get back. He wanted to read his new books for his classes and on his wand. The more information he had the more prepared he was for his classes and the Wizarding World as a whole.

The drive back home was short but it felt too long for him. He was too excited to sit still. His leg was bounced up and down the entire drive.

When they finally arrived home he practically jumped from the car. He couldn't wait to read his books. Uncle Vernon was waiting for them inside the house. His uncle was drinking coffee and smiled when they came in.

Immediately Harrison's attention was drawn to an envelope that was on the table. It made his thoughts of reading his books leave. There was only one letter he was expecting.

Vernon said happily, "I think you were too excited to notice this earlier. Your friend sent you a letter. It was at the bottom of the pile."

He grabbed the envelope and tore it open. A familiar cursive writing lay on the paper. He read.

Dear H.J.P,

Happy Birthday, kid. I hope this finds you well.

It's good to hear from you once again. I hope this letter finds you well. I'm sorry that it took so long to get back to you. War here is picking up once more. Time between battles is becoming shorter and shorter.

To answer your questions. I just turned 20 years old two weeks ago. Due to the war going on I do not have to take any proof tests to keep my license. I specialize in flame alchemy.

So far I have made a few friends. It seems that war brings the most unlikeliest of people together.

The things that I miss the most are mystery books. They are my rare indulgence. I also like black tea when it's too late to have coffee.

More often than not now I don't sleep. It's almost impossible for me. Every time I sleep I see those that perish in this war. I hate everything we have to do go survive. Still I will do what I have to, to protect I those under me.

How are things with you? I hope this makes it to you around your birthday. It is uncertain how long letter take to get to England.

As a birthday present I enclosed my alchemy notes for my exams. I hope these will help you for your own State Alchemist exams. It is my hope that you will wait until this war is over. If you pass your exams now they will ship you off to help fight. It doesn't matter your age.

I have to get back to the lines.

Be safe,

R.M.

Harrison found the promised notes behind the letter. The letter itself was shorter than normal. It seemed his penpal was struggling to find time to keep up their correspondence.

They never used their real names. At first it was just your friend. Now they moved to their initials.

Harrison knew that his friend was a male Major. Now he new that he was a young man only 20 years old. Their birthdays were close to each other.

They had become good friends even though they never met. Both of them wanted to be the best alchemist they could be.

Harrison would read over his notes and prepare for his exams. He would read them over after he reads his school books. First he needed to reply to the letter.