Chapter One "Awakening and Explosion"

"Breakfast is ready!" Harry shouted.

"Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast!" An eager eleven year old boy, who was a bit overweight, shouted as came rushing down the stairs and towards the kitchen where he smelled the heavenly scent that was slowly but surely travelling throughout the entire house.

"I have your favorite, the Full English Breakfast. It is all ready to go, but I would wait for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. You know what they will say." Harry spoke.

"That it rude to eat before everyone was at the table," said Dudley like he was repeating a dull movie quote as he sat himself at the dining table and stared at the delicious food that was before him.

Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen, his steps echoing from his obese body.

"Another excellent breakfast. I cannot believe that I once thought that you were going to be another mouth to feed, Harry. It's more like you're the one that feeds the family."

"Thank you, Uncle Vernon." Harry said with a smile. "I made enough for your usual proportions, but I want to remind you that your unhealthy state that will continue if you don't cut down on how much you eat and not exercise enough."

"Eating is an addiction, Harry. Your cooking makes it more difficult to break out of my habit of overeating. You basically got everyone in this family addicted to your cooking. It has reached the point that unless we eat out every time that we eat more then we should because your food is so delicious." Vernon responded as he sat down and made himself comfortable at the dining table.

"You should be thankful that my cooking doesn't contain all the addictive additives and bad stuff that restaurants put in their food to make it taste good," Harry sighed.

Vernon nodded his head in agreement with Harry's statement.

"The amount of money we spend on spices on top of the money on just the grocery is outrageous compared to our neighbours, but I say-"

"Bollocks," said Harry. "The amount of money that you spend on grocery and spices is not as just as you think if you consider how tasty and healthy my cooking is. If it wasn't for my skill, then the money used on spices would be several times more if you wanted the same amount of flavor when I cook."

"You got me there, Harry." Vernon chuckled. "Petunia! Get down here, we are waiting for you. The food is too good to just stand here. I am hungry!"

"Honey, I am in the bathroom washing my hand. Give me a second." Petunia's voices echoed down into the kitchen.

"Do you think you're going to grow up to be a chef?" Dudley asked while waiting for his mother to come down from the bathroom.

"Maybe…" Harry replied as he cooked the last beacon, sausage and eggs.

"That reminds me, how did you become this good at cooking, Harry?" Vernon inquired.

"Magic?" Harry said jokingly, when that wasn't far from the truth. "Practice and practice. If I remembered, I practiced my cooking."

"Yea, that reminds me when you were first tried to cook. Petunia thought it was cute imitation of her cooking that you were trying to do. No one knew that you were so serious at trying to cook until you forced her to let you try after weeks after weeks of harassing to no end. My gut feeling told me that that she should let you give it a shot, but that suggestion paid off – big time." Vernon said in a dreaming tone as he remembered all the delicious meals that had come after Harry had taken over the kitchen from Petunia.

"Harry, are you okay with staying alone by yourself? It's not that I don't trust you or anything but today is Dudley's birthday. Why don't you come out to celebrate with us?" Petunia asked as she walked into the kitchen and sat down on the dining table.

"I am perfectly fine, Aunt Petunia. Have fun without me, I need time to prepare for the big feast that I have planned for tonight, and I have a lot of studying to do." Harry replied.

"I forget sometimes that you're a high school student despite the fact that you're eleven." Petunia sighed and looked at her son, Dudley, wishing that he had the same ability as her nephew.

"Well breakfast is served. Please dig in, Auntie, Uncle and cousin," said Harry as he brought in the last remaining proportions of breakfast to the dining room.

- O -

Harry looked at the envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp. Turning the envelope over, Shirou saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H. It was mailed in his name and address: Mr. H. Potter; 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

He frowned at the letter that was addressed to him. The paper that made the envelope didn't feel like that of paper used in modern times. It felt like those paper parchments seen from centuries past before the advent of modern paper manufacturing.

The envelope and the parchment within were to danger to him as he had used his magic make sure that there was no danger to him. He had detected no magic whatsoever beside the magic used in the creation of the parchment and envelop itself. And made sure several times to ensure that he hadn't missed anything. The owl that had brought the letter also made it seem like vibe of a time before the modern era. He doubted many people still animals to transport letter as there was the modern postal service and the lightning fast internet.

Harry resisted the urge to tear open the envelope and see what was inside. He felt a tinge of appreciation for the owl that had brought the letter, especially when it seemed to possess intelligence to dissimilar to a human and cut above the rest of the animal kingdom. Harry went to a draw and grabbed a small packet of beef jerky that he always kept around for a quick snack.

The smell of dried herbs and beef floated into the room. Harry's assumption of the owl was soon proven correct when the owl stared at the beef jerky and then at Harry. Unlike most birds that would dive at the beef jerky the moment it noticed it, the owl seemed to stare into Harry's eyes asking, "Can I ate that?"

Not to frighten the owl, Harry slowly approached the owl and opened the plastic package. The owl's eyes glowed with appreciation before its head went into the package to retrieve a piece of beef jerky. It threw the jerky into the air and swallowed it. The owl hooted in pleasure as it ate the beef jerky.

He tore open the letter, carefully breaking the wax seal.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry soon turned to read the second page of the letter.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

Harry stopped reading as he slowly digested what he had read. A look of disbelief formed as he couldn't imagine what he had just read. It seemed like everything was an elaborate hoax. He was about to read the message again when he touched the "Hogwarts" school logo. Harry felt a tingle of energy entering his body before he felt something explode within him and he blacked out.

- O -

"What in the world?!" Waver Velvet shouted in disbelief.

"Master are you alright?" Gray asked in alarm at the sudden outburst of her master.

"A just felt a huge explosion of magical energy pass over me!" Waver shouted as he rushed out café that he had been working on his latest lecture.

"Mr Velvet, you forget your things!" A café waitress shouted as she saw Waver rush out the café.

"I will come back to collect my things later! Something just caught my attention! If I am not back within the half hour, please put away my belongings somewhere safe so I can collect them later!" Waver shouted as he made his way onto the street.

"Master, do you think someone is breaking the Statue of Secrecy?" Gray asked as she chased after her master.

"I don't think this case is was done on purpose. Only a madman would think about breaking the Statue of Secrecy. Not when the Mage's Association would come down so harshly. This is also the home ground of the Clock Tower. Only someone with a death wish would think about revealing magecraft." Waver replied as he shook his head.

"Whoever just released that magical energy, I just detected aura of death." A dice-like object spoke.

"Add, how much death aura are we talking about? The sort with when many people died or involving the undead?" Waver asked as he withdrew his smartphone and sent a quick notification to the Clock Tower.

"Can't really tell," Add replied.

"We are here," said Waver as he arrived at the scene where he had detected the source of magical energy originating from. "This…"

"Add, deploy a Bounded Field for me. We need to prevent the ordinary people coming to investigate this." Gray commanded.

"Alright, Gray, but you need to be able to do this myself in the future. Waver had taught you already and it's a shame that you still haven't learned how to do something this basic. Any proper mage would how to do this." Add grumbled as he got to work to deploy a Bounded Field.

"I know," Gray conceded as she surveyed the scene.

"This is Lord El-Melloi II," said Waver into his smartphone. "I have arrived at the scene large prana burst of Little Whining, Surrey. Tell those outdated traditionalists from the British Ministry of Magic that this is under the jurisdiction of the Clock Tower."

"Understood, Lord El-Melloi," a voice replied from the other end. "Will you require additional assistance?"

"Who do you think I am? I am Lord El-Melloi II, director of Modern Magecraft Theories department." Waver replied in disdain as he shook his head. "Just get the message to the British Ministry of Magic ASAP. I don't want them to ruin the crime scene with their outdated and flawed methods that they call 'criminal investigation.' I would rather want the help of ordinary police over those wizards!"

"Master," said Gray.

"What is it?" Waver replied as he got of his smartphone. "Did you fail in something as establishing a simple Bounded Field to keep out the ordinary people? If so than I will have to go another lesson of what all mages are expected to know."

"No, I know how to create a Bounded Field, but I didn't have the time as the ordinary people were coming to investigate to quickly for me to do it by myself. I had Add do it for me." Gray shook her head. "I found what had likely been the source of the magical energy and the explosion that took place here."

"Take me to it then," said Waver as he followed Gray to the center of the crime scene.

What Waver found caught him by surprise. Out of all the things that he had been expecting it was not unconscious boy. The crater and all the debris formed by the explosion seemed like something like an explosive or powerful magical spell should have created. It was a miracle that the unconscious boy was uninjured.

"Gray, check the boy for any injuries or any abnormalities. I will investigate the rest of the crime scene," said Waver as he inspected the surroundings.

"Okay, master." Gray nodded as she carried her given assignment.

- O -

"Argh," Harry grumbled as he clutched his temple. No, that should be Shirou Emiya, He corrected himself as he massaged his head.

He had the mother of all headaches. It hurt than any head injury that he had suffered in the past. More than several decades of memories had suddenly busted through mind. It was a miracle that he hadn't suffered any backlash and he was concerned that he might have permanent brain injuries.

"Are you alright?" A voice asked.

"Saber?" Shirou asked as he blinked and rubbed his eyes. "No… you look remarkable like Saber, but you aren't her. Your eyes are different, and personality is different from her."

"Saber? Is that someone's name or are you by any chance referring to a Servant from the Holy Grail Wars?" The girl, who remarkably like Arturia Pendragon, inquired.

"You know of the Holy Grail Wars?" Shirou blurted out in amazement as he noticed the girl couldn't be much older than him and round the age of eleven.

"Of course, it has been the talk of the last couple of years," said the girl before she realized that she hadn't introduced herself. "My name is Gray. What is your name?"

"My name is…" Shirou shut his mouth and thought for a moment how to respond before making his decision. "Harry James Potter."

"Harry James Potter? The Boy Who Lived? That Harry Potter of the outdated traditionalist?" A masculine voice inquired.

"Waver Velvet?!" Shirou blurted out as he noticed who the masculine voice belonged to and saw a very familiar face.

"That is Lord El-Melloi II," Waver snapped. "Wait…? Who do you know my name? I never met you before and you should have no idea who I am…" Waver stared at Shirou suspiciously.

"I… guessed…" Shirou responded as that was the only explanation that he could think about without going into a long and seemingly absurd explanation related to reincarnation.

"Whatever…" Waver grumbled as he had more important things on his mind to worry about, especially the crime scene that he had made himself in charge of. "What on earth happened here? I see nothing more than a crater and debris from what ordinary two-story house should be…"

"I don't know…" Shirou responded as he kept his mouth shut regarding the true reason.

"Is that so…" Waver's eyes narrowed as he stared at Shirou. "Well, that means more investigating and paperwork for me…" He grumbled as he took out a cigarette and lit it. "Haaa…" Waver let out a puff of smoke. "I should deal with the regular police first…"

Shirou Emiya blinked in surprise as he saw Waver take out a smartphone from his pocket. He found it hard to believe that he was looking an object that shouldn't exist. The reincarnated Shirou remembered clearly that in this life that year should be 1991. It was still little more than a decade before the first smartphone should appear. His mind began to wonder about a possible explanation before he stowed that thought away. He had other things to do like going through the mess that was his memories of his reincarnated life.

- O -

"What do you mean Miss Bones that you don't have jurisdiction over this case? This matter involves Harry Potter." Dumbledore asked in bewilderment.

"Those revolutionaries of the Clock Tower are claiming that this case is under their jurisdiction." Amelia grumbled as she threw her hands up in displeasure. "I cannot do anything regarding this matter especially when the chief investigator is Lord El-Melloi II, Professor Dumbledore. He possesses more political clout and influence than I do. Even if he isn't well-liked within the Clock Tower, they would support their own over us 'outdated traditionalists.' I would help if I really could, but there is nothing I can do."

"This is troubling…" Dumbledore murmured. "I really don't care who is in charge. The only thing I care is about the safety of Mr Potter. What do you know?"

"I was able to gather some information through my connections and what my officers have reported before they were forced of the crime scene," said Amelia. "It seems Mr Potter is safe and unharmed. The origin of the explosions is unknown, but the home that Mr Potter lives was destroyed. Besides damaged or destroyed property, several muggles were slightly injured. Three muggles are critical conditions and one reported death."

"Explosion? Could this be the act of Death Eaters?" Dumbledore wondered.

"I think this likely a case of underage magic, albeit a very extraordinary case," said Amelia.

Dumbledore found it hard to believe, but there were several precedents. He had personally witnessed them before in his long tenure of nearly a century as a teacher of Hogwarts. Yet, his instincts told him that it was very unlikely that underage magic was the cause given the fame and achievement of Harry Potter as the vanquisher of Voldemort. His suspicion was on Death Eaters. That an attempt to kill Harry had gone horrible gone wrong. He made note to tighten the security around Harry.

"I don't think it was the Death Eaters," said Amelia. "You told me in the past how about the Blood Wards should keep Mr Potter safe from the Death Eaters so I didn't need to worry about his safety…"

Dumbledore grudgingly nodded his head in acknowledgement. What Amelia had spoken was correct. The blood wards protecting Shirou's home were incredible powerful and would take more than just any run-in-the-mill Death Eater. It was so powerful that it would have likely take a team of Death Eaters after long time of preparation. Such large actions would have been picked up by the surveillance surroundings Shirou. Looking at what information Dumbledore had, it was likely that as currently hypothesized that underage magic was the likely cause of explosion.

"Can you dispatch several Aurors to watch over Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"I cannot do that," said Amelia as she shook her head. "I cannot provide any more than two Aurors. Harry is not a VIP or someone very influential to require such heavy security. What I can provide is regular officers."

Dumbledore wanted to disagree, but kept his mouth shut. If this had been several years back than everyone would have thought differently when the terrifying shadow of Voldemort seemed to loom everywhere. Now little over a decade since his disappearance, Voldemort no longer intimidate folks. He was treated more like a bogyman to screw children. Shirou was no longer beacon of light that he was. Just a famous name that everyone knew but didn't really care for anymore. Thus, even if he or Amelia wanted a team of Aurors to defend Shirou that didn't mean the Ministry of Magic would agree.

"I will have my people protect Harry then," Dumbledore sighed.

"You mean the illegal paramilitary organization known as the Order of Phoenix that was supposed to be disbanded after Voldemort's disappearance?" Amelia asked as she wiggled her eye brows.

"It is open secret that the Order of Phoenix never disbanded. If Voldemort is not confirmed as dead and his Death Eaters are still around than the Order of Phoenix will remain," said Dumbledore. "I just wanted to let you know beforehand so your people that you send out will not alarmed by my people and end up mistaken them for Death Eaters."

"I will pass down your message." Amelia nodded her head. "Is there anything that I can help you with?"

"Just keep me posted about any future developments," said Dumbledore as he left Amelia's office. "It's been a while since I used any of my contacts in the Clock Tower. I better hope my unused influence is still strong enough that I can prevent Harry from being dragged into the messy political infighting that the Clock Tower is infamous for."

- O -

Shirou Emiya was amazed by the sight before him. The familiar scene of the Clock Tower wasn't anything new. He had seen it countless times in his past life. It was the same as he remembered. The marked difference that he had noticed was more widespread adoption of modern technology compared to his previous life. No longer was the Clock Tower the place that abhorred and minimized the usage of modern technology as much possible. He saw technology everywhere and it was technology that were decades ahead of the current 1991. The oldest form of technology he saw from the 2000s of his previous life and the newest tech something he would have seen in the 2050s.

"What on earth happened to make the Clock Tower adopt technology so widely?" Shirou thought in disbelief. "The Mage's Association I remember would rather die than use any technology that was at least a hundred years old…"

If modern technology had been strictly limited to buildings than he might think that the Clock Tower was trying to disguise itself. What he was seeing was broad adoption and usage of modern technology by every single mage. At the bare minimum he saw a smart glass or smartwatch. The most decked out mage was covered with modern technology.

"What happened here? I thought mages' detested technology…" Shirou asked in wonder.

"Are you confusing yourself with wizardkind? Those are the outdated traditionalists that detested technology. We are mages that embrace the scientific method and technology." Waver replied in offended tone.

Shirou made a mental note to investigate this mystery that he found before him later. This was likely just the first of many differences between his past life and his current reincarnated one.

"Gray, do you by any chance have any blood relations with King Arthur?" Shirou asked as he continued to note Gray's eerie resemblance to Saber, Arturia Pendragon.

"Ya, I do." Gray nodded. "How do you know that though?"

"That is indeed an interesting question. How do you know King Arthur looks like?" Waver asked as he scrutinized Shirou.

Shirou remained silent on the matter. Anything he could say was unlikely to convince Waver. The man had already made up his mind and had suspicions in his mind. Unless he could find evidence or foolproof argument to how he knew the appearance of a long dead and legendary British king, Shirou was not going to dispel Waver's interest in the matter.

"Well, I suppose everyone has their secrets," Waver shrugged. "The reason why Gray looks eerily like King Arthur doesn't just have to do with blood relations. Gray comes from a clan of mages that descend from King Arthur and hope bring about the resurrection of King Arthur. Their remarkable work resulting in Gray's current appearance."

"Oh… very interesting…" Shirou digested the information. "Why did you bring me to the Clock Tower? After your investigation you could have dropped me at the nearest police station."

"If you were a regular person then that might have been the case, but you are not an ordinary individual. Not only are you a very famous wizard, but I am detecting traces of magical energy related the summoning of a Servant. There is a certain troll that is eagerly awaiting you…" Waver replied.

Shirou Emiya froze on the spot. When he heard "certain troll" and where he was that made Shirou draw a collection. He prayed that he made the wrong conclusion. If his suspicions were corrected, then it was likely that he was in for a lot of headache. Worst, he might lose his sanity.

"Please, don't be who I think it is…" Shirou prayed as Waver placed a hand on Shirou's shoulder and pushed him in the direction of a very familiar hallway.

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