AN: Just to tell you all that my main language is not English, but please give me feedback and what I need to improve, thank you!
Disclaimer: This work of Fanfiction based on Harry Potter universe. All recognizable characters, plots and settings are exclusive property of J. K. Rowling. I don't own anything jus my OC's
Pairings: Harry X The Black Sisters
AN2: I made a mistake regarding Harry birthday, he's actual birth is 31st July and I said 31st October, so I'm sorry I'm gonna fix that later. I was having problems with the site, my story was released in codes, so if you see some other problems please warn me. Next chapter will have some OCs and the start of Hogwarts. And again thank you
Chapter 2 – Christmas vacation and the Pre Hogwarts trip
The days in Harry's new life have flown by. First, the adoption gave him a new name, Hadrian Charlus Potter, according to Charlus the name Harry was a very simple name and of Muggle origin, which could be a problem in the future. The routine also changed, which Dorea imposed on him. In the early days with her, Dorea said that even though she had nothing to teach him about magic, she would teach him about the customs and traditions of both Blacks and Potters. This included etiquette, dancing and how a member of both families should behave in all possible situations. Harry was not excited at first, he didn't like all these formalities, but with that sparkle in his new mother's eyes, he couldn't deny it. Harry knew that Dorea was loving the time they were spending together. But, these lessons pose danger to Harry, because he quickly discovered that she was a quite strict teacher.
For the new mother, the happiness she felt couldn't be greater. Her Harry, yes 'her Harry', was a very helpful and attentive boy, even though he was very reserved and quiet she could see that he was enjoying the time they spent together. The lessons she was teaching him were very simple, but she realized the difficulties he had, because he was a bit clumsy and did not like these types of activities. She did not blame him, the life he led there was no way to learn these lessons, much less enjoy them or see their importance in the high society of the world of magic. But, she insisted that these lessons would be important for the future, and to make a good impression on the rest of the family. The rest of the time that they spend together, they shared stories between them, the adventures that each had and eventually he told the secrets that he had promised. Dorea was meeting Harry little by little. Harry also started to teach some magic and what he knew about the Muggle world for her, and for Dorea each day was better than another, for the simple reason that her new son opened up each time, but also filling the house where they lived with the most joyful and comforting feelings.
Seeing the interactions of Dorea and Harry, Charlus would almost certainly be sure that the boy was their legitimate child rather than their time-traveling great-nephew. It still worried Charlus a little, seeing Dorea so attached to the boy. Harry is physically 10 years old, but he was ignorant of Harry's mental age. The interactions quickly demonstrated that her maternal instincts were developing with each passing day, but he could see a lot of interference and help in these instincts from Harry. He didn't know how to be a child, Charlus saw a man during his conversations with him, but what he witnessed when his wife and new son were together, he saw a boy who went through many difficult things and a surprising innocence.
A laugh pulled Charlus out of his thoughts, looking towards the source of joy, he could see Harry and Dorea dancing, in Harry's case it seemed more like a very clumsy and shameful attempt. Today was Harry's dance and etiquette class and Charlus liked to see Harry's discomfort and his wife's happiness.
"Wrong! Let's try again" Dorea scolded him, laughing.
"It will never work!" Harry glared exasperated.
"You, the great and evil Gray Lord, cannot replicate simple steps?" She mocked him with a snort. "Now stop complaining and continue!" She glared at him, while Charlus was snickering quietly.
After a few more ridiculous attempts by Harry, Dorea gave a long sigh and stopped him. "Okay, that's enough. You are hopeless, did you know that?" Harry gave her a mocking glare but said nothing. "Go take a shower, so we can eat."
Harry scratched the back of his head, looking sheepishly at her. "Sorry, I think all of these classes are not for me, but I will not give up!" Dorea simply gave him, her brightest smile and nodded her head.
After Harry left the room, Dorea looked at Charlus and grinned. "This boy still has a lot to learn."
Charlus laughed and answered. "Despite everything we have learned about him, we still see that he is a child and wants to grow up again." Dorea gave him a hug and a kiss while nodding.
There was a silence before Charlus continued to smirk. "Wait until he brings a girlfriend home." She paled instantly. "Maybe he'll bring more than one." Now, she looked horrified as Charlus started to laugh out loud.
"Girlfriends!? But Char ... on second thought, it's possible. He's quite handsome and charming, has a great knowledge and he's quite powerful." She said grimacing. "Charlus, we have to protect him. I will not let some degenerate girl take him ... or girls!"
Laughing more Charlus looked at her. "And what about me, do you think I am handsome and charming?" She looked at him giving her best smile, then kissed him while nodding. "The most handsome and charming man I ever seen." She replied while sighing with contentment,
Charlus broke the hug indicating that she should follow him. "Come on, let's not keep Harry waiting for breakfast." She nodded and followed him.
Getting out of the bath, Harry sighed in satisfaction, he relaxed the muscles that were stiff from Dorea's classes, he never imagined that dancing would be such a difficult and 'painful' annoyance, but Harry was determined to learn everything she had to offer. Hungry, Harry went straight to the kitchen to meet his parents.
"I'm starving." Said Harry giving them a smile.
They exchanged a few words and laughs quickly, before they started eating. Soon they discovered his addiction to treacle tart and some of his preferences and how he liked to try new things. Harry, on the other hand, started to realize how his life changed, for the better, he had the necessary and much more than he could imagine, but above all a father and a mother. It was a few weeks ago that he started living with Charlus and Dorea and it was just great, except for dance lessons, he was horrible at that. But in a corner of his mind he still thought what he was going to do in the future, he was going to Hogwarts again, he was going to make that little trip to Diagon Alley to get school supplies and a new wand. That was another problem, his wand, apparently the wand was not responding to him as before, the theory was that the wand lost its power in some way, because it probably had a copy. He informed Charlus of the wand and he had the same theory. But, he could only wait and see.
Suddenly, driving him out of his thoughts came Dorea's voice. "Harry, you know Christmas is coming, I would like to know what you want as a gift." He looked at her surprise, but before he could answer, she continued. "Usually you don't ask people what they want as a gift, but Charlus and I haven't known you in a long time. So, to get to know you better, we decided to ask you." She smiled weakly, embarrassed by her own proposal.
Once again, Harry was surprised, but gave a reassuring smile and Dorea gave a small sigh of relief. Thinking for a while, he gave an answer. "We can go to the beach, somewhere warm."
Charlus hid his smile, he was sure that Dorea didn't like his idea at first. Dorea had nothing against Muggles, she read books and even liked some things related to them, but everything had a limit. Little did she know it would be one of the best Christmases she would spend, Charlus had doubts with who gave the gift to whom. Charlus knew she would like it. From the memories he saw of Harry. He knew very beautiful places to visit. It was not because Harry was the Gray Lord in his previous life that he never took a vacation. However, he also knew that Harry wanted to break the parameters of the society in which they lived.
"Beach!? Are you sure Harry?" Harry had to restrain himself so that the amusement on his face was not apparent. Dorea was struggling with herself, so she wouldn't deny Harry's request.
"Yes, and I think you'll like it!" He said with such certainty and a serious face, that she kept looking at him with a gaping mouth, with one of her eyes twitching, she tried with all the fibers of her body, to deny the gift he suggested to himself. Harry, just looked at her with his best and puppy face he could have, and it sure worked, Dorea's discomfort was evident. Smirking internally, only one thought cross his mind. Revenge.
Dorea was struggling to answer but before she managed to compose herself, Charlus spoke up smiling. "Just tell me some good place, then we will go!" Dorea looked on with a startled face. He betrayed her.
The days went by quickly, and Harry was looking forward to the first family vacation he really had. Dorea seeing the boy's happiness had to resign to the fate of going to a place that for her was just water and sand. That's what she thought.
"Merlin, this place is very beautiful, it is breathtaking!" She was gaping and with an aura of admiration. A beautiful place like this, and she was trapped in a mansion like Grimmauld Place in her childhood. The other two looked at her smiling broadly, the sparkle in her eyes was priceless.
"Okay, okay. I admit, I was wrong. But still, what is this, and why am I wearing 'this thing'. It shows a lot of skin!" She said exasperatedly. Like any normal person who went to the beach, she was wearing a black sixties bikini that had some thin horizontal lines on both sides of purple, matching the color of her eyes. The two culprits for making her wear this monstrosity were Harry for suggesting the use of the bikini and Charlus for choosing for her.
They looked at her and Harry responded with a snort. "It's a bikini, in my day women wore bikinis that revealed even more skin."
Dorea looked at him like he was crazy. "Revealing more!? And where's the decency and modesty? I can't imagine a woman wearing this." Poor pure-blood princess, Harry thought.
He shrugged "this is fashion for Muggles."
She pouted. "Even so."
"I love it!" Charlus was eating her with his eyes. "Best vacation of my life, you look stunningly beautiful."
With a grimace, she hit him over the head. "Stop leering at me!"
Harry roared in laughter at the interaction of husband and wife, he always liked to be away from the magical world, he always found it rewarding and therapeutic, in general he found it carefree. But if you asked him, yes, he liked Hogwarts, he always called that place home, but after the war, he didn't find peace in a place like that. Too much death and bad memories, and even after the end of the war these memories haunted him. But since he arrived at the Potter-Black mansion those feelings were almost gone and he wanted to know why.
Harry was brought out of his deep thoughts by a voice calling to him. "What!?"
"Harry, you're daydreaming, is everything okay?" Dorea asked with a concerned face.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled at her, making her worry go away.
"Come on you two" Charlus streamlined them.
With smiles Harry and Dorea followed Charlus to what he would be one of the best Christmases they were going to have.
Dorea had to admit she didn't really expect something so beautiful, relaxing and fun in her life. She was skeptical of coming to a muggle place, what the Blacks would think of her, when she got there she could see the beauty of the place, but she kept on making sure she was doing it for her baby boy. She knew the term beach, from what she read, it was a boring place, made of sand and water, she couldn't understand what was so cool about a place that was full of Muggles and there was often no room to walk. But apparently the place Harry chose was quite empty. Harry, said it was a place for wealthy people and families to spend their holidays and often make more money by renting the mansions and houses that surrounded the beach. And for that reason there were not many people on this beach, because the place is private. She could see some muggles in the distance, but other than that it was just them and the breathtaking view. As the days went by, Dorea could no longer stop thinking who gave the gift to whom, and she felt stupid for her negative thoughts, honestly she was finding it a totally new and fun experience. She mainly liked beach volleyball, it was a little difficult, but fun nonetheless. And the time of intimacy that she spent with Charlus was also very rewarding, with the guilt that she had of not having a child, she ended up gradually moving away from him. But now that Harry became their son, she had no reason to be afraid anymore. So for her, the nights they were spending together now, released the weight of her shoulders and started a new connection with Charlus.
For the family, who spent Christmas and New Year's Eve in a place that is detested or seen with contempt by many of their kind, they had a joyous Christmas away from the place that would soon rage in war again. The vacation days passed rather quickly and soon they were ready to go home.
"Are you two ready to go home?" Charlus asked with a sly smile directed at his wife.
Dorea looked at them pouting and whimpering. "I don't want to go back. Can we stay a few more days, please?"
The two males looked at each other and laughed a lot, holding their bellies, almost rolling on the floor. "Dorea, dear, we can't. The ministry of magic has given us a deadline to stay here, and I have to get back to work." Charlus said calming down from his own outburst, while Harry continued to laugh beside him. "But we can come back next year." When he finished the sentence, Dorea's face lit up.
"It's a promise then." She said, or more clearly she stated making Charlus laugh again.
Harry looking at their interaction started to remember Christmas night. Apparently there was a local festival, it was fun, but Dorea was the one who liked it the most. There were various activities with stalls selling local delicacies and winning prizes, and with a little bit of magic, they emerged victorious from all the stalls they went to. The rest of the night had singing, fireworks and a great banquet. The banquet had to be in a restaurant, in his new family Harry was the only one who knew how to cook, but Dorea would never let him cook. High society rules, she said. But deep down, he knew she felt guilty for not knowing how to cook and care for her boy.
Harry really enjoyed the day one of the best Christmases he had. That night Harry went to sleep with a big smile on his face and a feeling of satisfaction and for a moment he forgot all the problems and the future held and how he would deal with Voldemort, he soon fell asleep.
Harry suddenly opened his eyes, he was in an unknown place, looking around he could only see darkness. Increasing his senses, Harry began to pay more attention to the environment. Suddenly, he could hear the faint sound of a swing. Walking carefully towards the sound, he could see the swing, and sitting on it was a little girl. He started to approach carefully, out of her sight, but when he took the fifth step the swing stopped suddenly, and slowly she turned to him with a big smile on her face. He stopped instantly, almost tripping over himself, but he never took his eyes off her, waiting to see what would happen. They just looked at each other for a while in silence. Looking at her more closely, he saw a girl between 5 and 10 years old with long straight hair, the color of darkness, with big eyes of the same color, but totally lifeless, yet she exuded an inviting and comforting air. She was wearing a black tunic, clearly designed for a child. He was taken out of her thoughts when she spoke in an innocent and cheerful voice que that remind him of Luna Lovegood.
"Can you swing me, Harry James Potter?" She asked him with a puppy look. "Or should I call you Hadrian Charlus Potter?"
Harry frowned deeply, he looked at her cautiously taking some careful steps forward before asking. "Where am I, who are you and how do you know my name?"
She smiled and then sighed deeply. "Simple, I am Death, and you are at my playground!" She exclaimed opening her small arms, looking around he could see some of the darkness dissipating, and now Harry could see toys like a slide and see-saw. But in the background he could also see things moving in the darkness.
"Death!? I'm dead and all that time travel nonsense was an illusion!?" He demanded.
"Calm down, I just brought you here to have a little talk. You can get closer, I won't do anything to you." She spoke calmly, not disturbed by Harry's tone of voice. "I would never dare" She added very quietly, so that he could not hear.
Harry frowned, but calmed down and took a deep breath before walking towards her. "I thought death would be more ..." He didn't finish the sentence, because apparently death in front of him started to giggle, knowing what he was going to say.
"That I would be an old man with wrinkles or maybe a beautiful woman, but the most common is the hooded humanoid figure?" She looked at him smiling innocently. "It's usually what people think, but this way is easier and more inviting, usually when people get here, they start asking me if I'm lost. But the look on their face when I say I'm Death is amusing. " Harry frowned deepened as she giggled. "Oh come on, it's funny" She started whining
Harry said nothing, and just stared at her, clearly not amused by the situation.
Before Harry could speak and demand answers, she continued with a pout. "Okay, you won! Not funny." Harry was starting to get angry but kept listening.
Swinging back a little, she asked. "How are you enjoying your new life? Was it what you expected?"
Harry was silent for a minute. "So it was you who brought me back in time?"
"I wouldn't say back in time, I prefer the term 'new life'." She raised her index finger. "I asked Fate to help me." She said with a little frown. "It was difficult to get his help, but he owed me some favors."
"But why? It's not like I'm not grateful, but ..." Guessing what he was going to say, Death interrupted him. "Do you think you don't deserve it?" She asked him with an accusingly glare. He waited a while, before nodding.
"Harry, if there is a person who deserves a second chance, it is you." With an expression of sadness, she waved her hand and an image of Charlus and Dorea smiling, appeared in front of him. "You are happy. They are happy. Harry, you need to put your past life behind you." But before he could argue with her, he continued. "I'm not saying to forget, but not to stick to the past, live a new life."
He sighed heavily, dropping his shoulders. "But what about Voldemort? And the people who are going to die?" His voice came out almost in a whisper.
"Don't feel guilty about wanting to be happy Harry, about wanting to have a family and a peaceful life. Enjoy your second chance, enjoy your life. Voldemort and the people who are going to die is inevitable, Death is inevitable. "She said in a serious voice with a hint of pleading." Harry, why do you think I brought you into the past with your memories intact? With the knowledge of the future and your skills? I could have reincarnated you and left you anyway, but I didn't. But I cannot deny that you are the only one who will be able to defeat Voldemort, and the bastard has escaped me many times. I will not lie to you, I have brought you to the past to prevent many unnecessary deaths, and to surrender Tom Riddle. But you very much deserve a second chance. The future will happen naturally, with your time travel you have already changed a lot and will continue to change. Live your life, Harry! "The last sentence sounded more like a plea.
Harry listened intently, in his head the memories of his past life and a sense of obligation began to take over his thoughts. "But, I have to defeat him, if not I then who? The prophecy ..." Harry's voice was weakened, he was in doubt, he wanted peace, but he couldn't have it as long as Voldemort existed.
"Obligation!? If it was a day, it is no more!" Harry looked at her in surprise.
"What!? But if I do nothing, many will die. I am the Boy-Who- Lived!" Harry almost shouted. Harry was very confused, he knew that only he could defeat Voldemort, but he also wanted to live happily with Dorea and Charlus.
"What I mean is, you are no longer Harry Potter. You can have the memories and appearance of Harry Potter, son of James and Lily Potter. But now, in this life you are Hadrian Charlus Potter, adopted son of Charlus and Dorea Potter-Black. Eventually you will start to gain some traits from Dorea, in the case of Charlus, you are already very similar to him."
"But how? I wasn't conceived by them, I just showed up at their house." Harry was completely confused about what he was supposed to do.
Taking a deep breath, Death gave him a saddened look. "You are the first person to go back in time, Harry. You are an anomaly, I know you already noticed the change in your wand, you are no longer her chosen one. Basically, you do not exist. So you have no obligation to anything. Your destiny 'was' to defeat Voldemort, but now it is your choice, I will provide you with a second chance for you to live as you wish, but it is in your own being, to destroy Voldemort. And when Harry Potter died, he passed his fate for the new Harry Potter. As I said, part of the reason for your time travel was because I trust your destiny to defeat and kill Tom Riddle, this may be tomorrow or 30 years from now, it will eventually happen. Do not make it an obligation, because otherwise you will waste the second chance you were given."
Harry, clearly confused, shook his head. "I still don't understand." Despair evident in his voice.
"What I mean is, live your life, form a new identity, eventually some people will discover your secrets, but these people will help you to walk a new path, and make a better future" Realizing the realization in his eyes, she he gave a small smile and a sigh.
"So all these strange feelings that I'm feeling when I'm with Dorea and Charlus, are you the one who put them inside me?" He asked suspiciously. Harry did not like to be controlled.
"No, I just opened the way for them to show up, Dorea and Charlus were the same, they always had a unique connection for those they consider family and you became their beloved son. But for the rest of the people, with whom you will meet and live together, it is through your actions that your future and theirs will change. Harry James Potter was an individual without many choices, with a pre-written destiny. Hadrian Charlus Potter is an individual who is prepared to what comes and has the power of 'choice'.
"But why in the 60s?" He really wanted to know why.
"For several reasons, really. To begin with, your new parents, Dorea and Charlus have always been great people, or rather, they are great people. And what you need is support and understanding, and with Dorea's disability, not being able to conceive a child, I knew they would give you more than that, they would love and protect you as if you were theirs. " Death said with a small smile. She sighed. "It looks like our time is running out, Hadrian Potter."
Harry still had several questions. "Wait ..." But Death looked at him and shook her head.
"Sorry Harry, I have to go." She started to disappear, but before she disappeared, one last warning was given by her."
"When the time is right, remember The Tale of the Three Brothers." She ended the sentence finally disappearing. A second later, Harry woke up in the bed at the beach.
The encounter he had with Death served to rethink his future actions, despite all the distraction he has achieved since he traveled in time, he still thought about the future that Voldemort created. Basically the message that Death wanted to send to Harry was, live your life, change the future with the knowledge you have, the reality is different now. Determined, he and his parents returned home satisfied with Christmas and the holidays they had.
Time passed in the blink of an eye, the year was 1964 and the year he would return to Hogwarts, during the year nothing important really happened beyond his lesson with his mother, he was improving slowly, but still had some problems with being a 'pure-blood prick'. He didn't leave the mansion during this time or rather he couldn't, he had to hide his existence until he arrived at Hogwarts for now, this is what the family decided on the second day he arrived at the Potter-Black Mansion. It was necessary for now, but that he was bored without being able to go out or do the same things every day, it was driving him crazy. Thankfully, Dorea kept him company most of the time. And during those days he had time to come to terms with himself, he would live as Hadrian Charlus Potter and would defeat Voldemort on his own terms, with the help of his parents they would conquer the magical world.
It was July and it was a weekend that he was having breakfast with Dorea. Charlus had to leave the house early, to appear in a work emergency, apparently there was an attack on two Half-Bloods and one of them ended up dying. Knights of Walpurgis, Harry thought, the purpose of having the Knights was simply to function as a test and rite of passage for those who would be worthy to become the infamous and disgusting Death Eaters, Voldemort's elite. Of course, they functioned as a distraction too, but mostly a means of recruiting wizards and witches into the ranks of Voldemort, but only the chosen ones will actually be part of the Dark Lord's army, the rest of the Knights were disposable.
While he and Dorae ate and chatted casually an owl suddenly came through the window. It was a very beautiful owl with gray and white plumage, and she had a letter with her. Landing in the middle of Harry and Dorea, the witch quickly wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin and took the letter, instructing the owl to come back where it came from. Opening the letter Dorea's face flashed, she quickly turned to Harry and handed it over.
"The Hogwarts letter has arrived!" She exclaimed happily.
Picking up the letter, Harry slowly read the contents of the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter
We are happy to inform that you, Hadrian Charlus Potter has been accepted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and we wish you a warm welcome. With this letter will be attached a list of school items, such as robes, books, equipment and a wand, which are necessary for learning at Hogwarts.
The school year begins on the 1st of September and we are looking forward to your owl until July 31 at the latest.
Sincerely yours,
Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall
Harry smiled and turned to Dorea who was ecstatic at the letter's arrival. "So when can we go buy my equipment? I'm finally going to leave the house and buy a new wand."
"Let's wait for Charlus to arrive and then we can leave" The school year was still far away for them to go shopping, but Harry's existence still needs to be kept secret. And the mother knew how much her son wanted a new wand.
Time passed and Charlus was quite late, Dorea was worried, but Harry stayed with her saying that everything was fine and that he was probably stuck with some kind of paperwork. Noon came and they had lunch together, a few more hours passed and no news from Charlus. Dorea clearly started to get more worried, but before the woman could storm out the house to look for her husband, a tired Charlus passed by the Floo and collapsed on the sofa in the living room.
"Where were you Charlus?! Did something happen?! You were worrying me." She looked at him demanding an answer.
With a grimace, Charlus sighed "It was a long day dear wife, the attack was a mess, we found out that there was not just one attack. But, four more at the same time in different places. Seven people died, and among them five were Muggles, two were Half-Bloods and one was Pure-Blood from a small family. The Pure-blood family was making a stir in the ministry. We couldn't find out who it was, you don't have to worry, I'm just tired."
"Worry? Charlus, these bastards are hunting, attacking and killing anyone who challenges them and you tell me not to worry, you have a child now, Charlus, we have a child and he will need us!" She said sternly
Charlus knew why she was acting this way, not just because she knew what they were up against, but because Harry, who captured her heart and ended up becoming her beloved baby boy, was making plans to be the main enemy of these same people who were walking around attacking, torturing and killing. "Sorry, my love, I promise to stay in touch and let you know what I'm doing whenever possible. I will be more careful from now on."
Dorea gave him one last stern look before walking over to him, giving him a gentle hug and a kiss on the lips. "Our son received the letter from Hogwarts today" She looked at him with smirk.
Raising an eyebrow, Charlus looked between them, then smiled. "And I suppose you two want to go shopping?"
Two cheerful statements out loud made him laugh a little.
Soon, the three were walking around Diagon Alley. At this time of year, the famous alley was practically empty, few people walked through the only passage between shops, bars, restaurants, inns, among other establishments that made the alley, looking around Harry could tell the difference between Diagon Alley from the 60s to the 1990s, many stores that he did not remember were proudly shown to everyone who passed by to see and incite the curiosity of customers, in general it seemed a livelier alley compared to that of Harry's old life.
"So, where do we go first?" Charlus asked
Dorea reading the list of items sent by Hogwarts, replied with a thoughtful look. "Uhm, let's get the robes first, tailor made, of course".
"Tailored, why?" Harry asked curiously, he didn't see why the job of tailoring if there were robes ready for immediate sale.
"Harry, you are a member of the Potter-Black household and you are going to wear the best clothes while you are my son, did I make myself clear? Dorea asked in a stern voice.
Harry just nodded quickly, not wanting to provoke the woman's fury. "Yes ma'am."
"Good" She smiled
Charlus laughed, but added some of his knowledge on the subject. "Even if you don't like the processes and rules of pure-blooded families in the wizarding world very much, you always have to look presentable as it will not only add positively or negatively to your image, but the house you belong to" Harry only nodded his head in understanding.
There were several stores that provided the Hogwarts robes, but the qualities varied for each one. Dorea led them to one that was quite famous among pure-blood families, a clothing store called 'The royal garment'. It was a store with an architecture, certainly designed with the idea of high society in mind, and the prices were quite high. Entering the store, the family was attended by a young woman, she was clearly between 18 and 20 years old and from the way she behaved she looked like a new employee. She had blonde hair in a neat bun, brown eyes and she was chubby.
"Welcome to The Royal Garment, how can I help you?" She almost stammered, it was easy to deduce that they were the first customers she was receiving.
Dorea, in a 'pure-blooded princess' mode, did not spare a second glance at the attendant and replied in a cold voice. "I would like to order four sets of robes for Hogwarts, tailored, for our boy here, please. Oh, and the name is Potter."
The attendant looked at the three customers and asked meekly. "Are you sure? We are still in July, isn't it too early to acquire the materials? We will have a promotion at the end of August."
Dorea's face became ugly, the attendant was not only questioning her, but was implying that they needed a discount. "Look here, girl, you are here to serve us with the best of your abilities. Don't go insinuating to people when they can buy and that they need your damn discount. I don't care if you just wanted to make a suggestion, if I stepped into this store and asked you to do your job, you ask me how and when I want my order, that's all. You understood me?" Dorea didn't even give the young girl a chance to speak, if her voice was cold now it was freezing. "As I said, I want to order four sets of Hogwarts robes, made of your best fabrics, with some extra pockets and magic protection, as well as a standard wand holster of the best quality.
The other three who were present in the room shuddered, but the attendant looked like the worst of the three. Quickly bowing, she started to stutter. "Y-y-yes my lady, r-right away." She looked directly at Harry and continued. "Please follow me, mister Potter."
Harry snapped out of shock and looked at Charlus with a questioning look. Charlus just looked at him and mouthed 'Blood-Princess mode remember'. Harry clearly understood, Dorea was the boss here.
Following the clerk further into the store, she led him to a small room where she started taking his measurements. He noticed that the young woman was shaking a little. His mother could be quite scary when she wanted to. "It's alright just take your time, and sorry for my mother." She relaxed a little, giving him a little nod but didn't said anything
It didn't take long for Dorea and Charlus to see their son leave the room with a more relaxed attendant following behind. "The measurements were taken and we can deliver or you can pick up in five days, the choice is yours." Again not giving the attendant a second look she took some galleons out of a bag and handed them to her. "Here's the payment, I'll get it in five days. Have a nice day." Simple and efficient, not giving the girl a chance to respond.
"You really are a scary person, mom" Harry said with a deadpan look.
"Sush my dear, that girl has the audacity to say such nonsense to us" Dorea flatly rejected. "So ... should we continue with our purchases?" Looking at each other, they said nothing. Shrugging dismissively, they followed the matriarch.
Eventually they made their way to the stores that provided books and the necessary equipment to attend Hogwarts, like the cauldron. And it didn't take long for them to be in front of the store of Harry's most anticipated store, the wand store, Ollivander's.
Entering the wand store, Harry realized that nothing had changed, it was exactly the same store, it was the same dusty store full of shelves that contained the boxes of wands. He waited a long time to acquire a new wand not only because as the days went by, training with the old one was getting uncomfortable, but he was also curious about the situation of his wand, according to Death, the wand no longer felt the connection with he, for the reason that he was not magically and essentially, Harry James Potter.
As always, Ollivander appears out of nowhere, Dorea had to restrain herself from cursing the poor guy and Charlus had to calm her down. "Welcome to 'Ollivander's', how can I help?"
"You could help us starting with not appearing out of nowhere" Snarled Charlus. "Dammit Ollivander.
"Sorry, sorry mister Potter. I can assure you it won't happen again." Ollivander reassured them.
"It better not, otherwise I will make you watch while I burn all these pretty little wands you have for sell." Dorea growled making Ollivander pale.
"My deepest apologies Lady Potter..." Silence. " Now, how can I help you?" Ollivander recovered himself quite quickly, but they were sure the message was delivered.
Clearing his throat Charlus, got the attention of the seller. "We're here to bought a new wand for Harry here." Charlus made a gesture indicating the boy.
Ollivander looked at Harry with a calculating look and asked. "And who might you be, boy?"
"I'm Hadrian Charlus Potter, sir."
Ollivander looked at the adults beside the boy raising a brow with a questioning look.
"This is Harry, our adopted son." Charlus answered the curious Ollivander. "But, I'm sure you could keep this between us?"
"Of course, mister Potter. Here, come with me young Potter so we can see the wand who will choose you."
Ollivander started fiddling with the store shelves, removing some boxes and showing some wands to Harry. "Here, try this one." Nothing happen. Wand after wand, they failed to get Harry the right one. But after ten different wands, much to Harry's dismay and Ollivander's surprise, none of them reacted to him.
Ollivander began to murmur about how unusual little Potter's situation was. Suddenly, Harry started to feel an energy calling him. Curiously looking in the direction, he saw a shimmering line connect him towards the back of the store. Taking slow steps towards the path that the line traced, he arrived at one of the shelves at the end of the store, now understanding what the line represented he put his eyes right on the source that was calling him, a wand. With ragged breathing he started to reach out with the intention of taking the box. Before he managed to kill the desire for his curiosity, Ollivander appeared out of nowhere, surprising Harry. "Oh yeah. Very interesting, I didn't even remember that antiquity that was here." Harry cursing under his breath, looked at him curiously. "You see, this wand is very old, it has been here for many generations." Ollivander carefully took the box, slowly removed the wand before handing it to Harry.
When Harry touched the wand, he could feel a wave of power running through his body. "14 inches, Old Blackwood, Thestral tail hair and Dragon heartstring. What you are holding is legendary. I only know of another wand that is a work of art like this, but the difference is that this wand has no records, no one knows the origin for sure, or her last user. In addition to having two powerful colors, that is only possible because of the Old Blackwood, it's a magical tree hard to work with, it's almost impossible to make a wand with it. But if you can make it, it can be one of most powerful resistant and powerful wands that the world knows. This wand is for those who have a lot of magic energy and are ready for battle. To summarize, this wand was made primarily to cast powerful spells and is perfect for ... KILLING!" Ollivander finished with a grim face but he was clearly impressed to see such a wand again.
Dorea and Charlus were clearly impressed, but when he finished the story, they frowned in concern. "And how did your family come to acquire such a wand?" Charlus asked.
Ollivander looked thoughtful a minute before giving his answer. "According to my grandfather, this wand was a very old gift that was given to us by a family friend, I don't know the full story. But what I do know is that they call this wand 'Dead Wand' because for many decades she never chose anyone, until today and it seems that little Potter here was chosen." They nodded in understanding.
While Ollivander was telling the story of the wand, Harry closed his eyes and began to bond with the 'Dead Wand'. That name was no longer suitable for her, the power he felt when he held it was impressive. He could feel that she was communicating with him and holding her seemed right. 'I need to choose a new name for you'. Harry thought, and to his surprise he could feel a surge of power in affirmation.
"The Vanquisher" The talking adults snapped their heads towards the boy.
"What!?" The three of them asked.
"The Vanquisher, that's going to be her name" He said waving his new wand.
Ollivander grinned. "Very fitting."
"I like it" Came Charlus cheerful answer
Smiling at her son, Dorea nodded in agreement. "It's a beautiful wand"
"How much do we owe you Ollivander?" Charlus asked
"Nothing" He answered. Seeing their questioning looks, Ollivander quickly explained. "This is a moment where one of my oldest wands choose his wizard, such beautiful moment is already a big payment that I'm receiving. This is the second time I'm seeing this wand, the first was when my grandfather told me about her, but I only could see and not feel, now feeling the power that your young boy is emanating while holding 'The Vanquisher', it's amazing." Harry now realized he was not suppressing all of his power, quickly suppressing, but it did not go unnoticed by his parents who were nodding their heads in agreement, clearly in awe.
"Thank you, Ollivander!" Said the family at the same time, before leaving for their next stop.
"Interesting indeed" muttered Ollivander, after the Potter-Black family got out. He Disappeared in the back of his shop, with a misterious smile
The last stop for Harry and company was Gringotts, Charlus said he would open a small safe and deposit some galleons in Harry's account, stating that it was a tradition for Potters family children to have an 'allowance'. And he had ten years of Galleons to deposit in Harry's new Vault. Like Ollivander's store, Gringotts Bank was the same in all aspects, a huge place full of angry looking goblins and one of the safest places in the world. Walking to the nearest goblin, Charlus asked. "Vault opening?" The goblin only pointed in the direction that provided the service, not looking at them.
The family walked to the indicated corner and Charlus asked again. "Vault opening?"
The golbin looked at Charlus and asked. "Yes, follow me"
Leading them to an office the goblin seating down, abruptly asked. "My name is Skingorger, how may Gringotts help you?" Despite the goblin's very polite speech, for Harry this goblin was one of the scary looking goblin he had ever seen.
Charlus cleared his throat que answered in the same courtesy tha the goblin showed them. "I would like to open a small vault on the name Potter, Hadrian Charlus Potter. And I'm looking to deposit 100.00 Galleons on this new vault, please." Harry eyes bulged open in surprise.
When Charlus spoke the value he wanted to deposit the goblin grinned madly. "Of course mister Potter, the cost to open the vault will be five hundred Galleons and the deposit fee, is five thousand Galleons." Charlus immediately paid Skingorger. "Thank you for your patronage, wait here will I bring some documents that need to be signed and with the vault key."
""Rather polite, don't you think. Looks can be deceiving." With a rather impressive look Dorea spoke her mind, the other two nodded.
It didn't take long for Skingorger to come back with some parchments and documents, right after father and son signed the scrolls the goblin handed them the key to the Vault. "Your vault is number 611, currently, with an amount of 100.00 Galleons, is there anything else that Gringotts can do to help you?"
"No, thank you Skingorger, it was good doing business with you." Charlus replied, preparing to leave. But not before the three of them heard Harry exclaim to the goblin.
"May your gold flow..." The three of them looked at Harry, the married couple looked confused but the goblin looked... impressed. Harry could not put a finger on it.
But the goblin answered. "And your blade stain with your enemy's blood."
After a brief silence, Dorea broke it "Shall we go home then?" Father and son smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm pretty tired." Charlus answered stretching his limbs.
Exiting Gringotts, Harry listening to his parents chatting casually, caught something with the corner of his eyes, three hooded figures came with fast pace towards his family. The hooded figure in the middle drew his wand and aimed directly at his mother, the reaction time was too short for him to draw his own wand, the spell curse, came too fast towards her. "MUM!" He shouted, shoving her out of the way, making the spell hit him. Then he felt his body convulse, pain shot towards arms losing their movement. Cursing under his breath for letting his guard down. CONSTANT VIGILANCE GOD DANM IT. The last thing he saw was the one of the hooded figures fall on the ground and his mother rushing over him shouting. "HARRY!" And then all went dark.
Fleamont Potter, patriarch and Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter was a man war scarred, his first real battle was during one of Grindelwald's invansion, becoming one of the great adversaries of the last Dark Lord. When his father died he was still young, even with the support of his mother he had to learn the responsibilities of an adult and eventually of a leader. Fleamont's baby brother, always supported him, Charlus was a headstrong kid, they were inseparable, but when the war started the two of them broke apart. Charlus never agreed with the ideologies of the Lord of Light, Albus Dumbledore, who believed in the greater good, and that 'light must extinguish darkness'.
Albus, was a good friend of Fleamont, they went to Hogwarts together and fought side by side in the war against Grindelwald, and he knew that the Lord of Light was a good man, but haunted by ghosts from the past. The Potters were classified as a family of the Light, and the support they gave Albus was because he represented them in many ways, and Charlus never liked it and had the same beliefs, doing things his way, even if Fleamont did not accept his methods, he did what he needed to protect himself and the ones he loved. And for that reason they started growing apart, ever since he married a Black. He had nothing against her, he even liked the witch.
Dorea was very similar to her brother, 'the family revolutionary' was how Charlus put it, she was equally headstrong and a woman and witch to not take lightly. When his brother married and his mother passed away, the only person he could rely on was his wife, Euphemia Potter, who he loved dearly. Euphemia was a kind and good-natured woman, he met her when she worked as a healer during the war, he had been hurt and a young woman with a loving look and kind smile took care of him, since that day he fell in love with her, if he was honest with himself, there were times when he let himself get hurt just to see her.
Taking a long breath, Chief Auror Potter looked from his documents on his desk towards the clock in the corner of his office. He wanted to go home, into the arms of his beloved wife and the company of his son, James Potter. Heir of The Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, James Potter was his 6 year-old-son that was too much like a Potter for his liking, he was loud and boastful, liked to play pranks and is his and his wife's greatest joy. James reminds him to much of Charlus when he was younger, brave and stupid.
Interrupting his trail of thoughts he turned his attention to the documents, it was late, but the attacks that happened today left him stuck with his paperwork. This attacks started recently and troubled Fleamont greatly. But suddendly he heard a knock in his door.
"Enter" Came the thick voice of the Potter Patriarch
"Excuse me Chief, we have a little situation" A male voice came from the door
Fleamont let out a groan. "What is it now, another of those assaults?"
The man scratched behind his head and noded sheepishly. "Yes sir, but the problem was their target." Fleamont raised an eyebrow waiting for the man to continue. "Charlus Potter…" The man couldn't finish because Fleamont shot to his feet. "Take me there, right now."
Apparanting to the local of the attack near Gringotts Bank, he could hear the voice of his brother's wife raging. "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM, RELEASE ME. I'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER, YOU MONGREL!" For a moment Fleamont's heart nearly stopped, thinking the worst. But when he rested his eyes on the place of the attack, he composed himself. He could see a clearly angry Dorea Black pointing her index finger at one of the men lying in front of her on the ground, and a Charlus holding his wife trying to calm her down, but he was not faring better, Fleamont could see the fury in his eyes.
Looking more closely, he could see three individuals lying on the floor, two grown men and a boy a few years older than James. Taking a better look at the individuals he could deduce that one was stunned on the floor, but the other was clearly dead, 'what a mess' Fleamont thought with a grimace. Looking towards the boy, he was being treated by some Healers, but by the head movements they were giving each other, the boy looked like he was fine. Turning his attention back to the couple, Dorea seemed calmer, so he decided to make his way towards the couple, clearing his throat and gaining their attention. "Brother. Sisther-in-law. Could you please tell me what happened here?"
Before Charlus could speak, Dorea growled icily. "These bloody bastards have the audacity to attack us out of nowhere. Fleamont, I want the responsible for this locked in Azkaban for life or dead, do you understand me?" Fleamont was taken aback by Dorea's tone of voice. He never saw so much rage in her eyes, even if she was a Black.
"At least none of you were harmed" He tried to use comfort to calm down the furious witch. But his attempt just proved to incite more fury from the woman in front of him.
"Harmed!?" She grimaced. "My baby boy is lying right over there, unconscious and you say your glad that none of us were harmed?" She said pointing at the boy being treated by the Healers.
Fleamont blinked once, then again, a third time, then one last time before dropping his mouth in realization what she just said. "Son!? How!? When!?" Now Fleamont was truly at loss, he didn't know what to say anymore, he just kept looking between them repeatedly.
Charlus just took a long breath and instructed his wife. "Dorea, honey. Go check on our son, I'll take care of this." She looks like she wanted to protest, but Harry's health was more important right now.
After she left, Charlus dragged Fleamont to a private place in the street, just to keep staring at each other. But, Fleamont's patience didn't last long. "Care to explain dear brother, about this son of your that I never heard of?"
Charlus rolled his eyes and sighed. "It's a long story Fleamont, we just get out of a life and death situation and my son is now lying over there needing my help. Look, I'm tired, worried and really pissed. Can you please go on with your investigation?"
"Alright Charlus, what happened?" Fleamont asked.
And for the next few minutes Charlus recounted what happened after they left Gringotts, three hooded individuals drew their wands and attacked them, after Harry passed out the couple quickly started to strike back, during the spell exchange Dorea killed one and Charlus incapacitated the second, making the third fled 'with its tail between its legs' according to Dorea. The death was caused in self-defense, Charlus even provided his wife's wand for them to analyze, which spells were used. And nothing forbidden was found.
After the questions and answers came to an end, Charlus looked at his brother with a stern look. "He's adopted Fleamont, he's name is Hadrian Charlus Potter, and he's eleven. It's been a few months since he's been living with us, he's a good boy." Fleamont frowned. "I know, you want to know what's going on and why we decided to adopt him, but it's too complicated to explain now. But I ask you, please keep it a secret for now. I love this boy and there are a lot of things involving him that so far nobody can know, can you do this for me?" Fleamont could see Charlus's pleading look, to say, he was overwhelmed by his brother's stubbornness was an understatement. So Fleamont just gave a sharp nod.
"Alright, but eventually I want to know all about this son of yours" Fleamont thought Charlus would retort, but to his surprise he smiled.
"Aye, the boy is bloody amazing, he's the best flyer I've seen." Again surprise was shown in Fleamont face. Fleamont saw the grin on his brother's face, the grin of a happy father.
"Really? I would like to see that." The older brother laughed a little.
Their conversation was cut short by the sound of Dorea's voice calling for Charlus. It seemed their going to St. Mungos.
"Sorry brother, it seems our little encounter was cut short. Expect an owl from me, when the time comes you'll know your new nephew. Take care of yourself." Charlus smiled. "And, thank you."
Fleamont nodded. "You're welcome, I'll be waiting. And you too, take care. Farewell brother." With a big headache, he sighed, he got more work to do. Keeping his brother's request in mind, he went back to his duties, hoping to get home soon.
AN3: Skingorger is the name of Yasha's sword in Critical Role show, I like the name so I made a goblin with it
AN4: Again, my main language is not English. If you liked, give me feedback