The sounds of birds woke me up in the morning, with the sunlight went through the curtain. It was July 31st, 1991. My birthday. And I would go to Hogwarts.

I rised up from my bed in Potter manor. Yes, I had been here six months after I went to Gringotts to hear my parents will.

I already had changed so many things in this world. Sirius wasn't in prison, I had full control of my wealth, lived in Potter manor with Sirius, and also getting stronger.

We didn't live in Grimmauld Place anymore the moment Potter manor construction was finished. And I was glad that I finally moved out of there. Walburga Black painting was a bitch.

We took every books, gremoire, dangerous artifacts, and most importantly Voldemort's Horcrux in the form of the locket. Also we took Kreacher to work here with the other Potter manor's house elves.

I had learned all I could from the books and done rituals to my body to make it stronger, faster, and better. I brushed my teeth, and then apparated to the gym in the manor.

I did exercises everyday in the morning and looked at the results. A six pack body. After finishing up, I took a bath and then went to the dining room to get breakfast.

As I arrived, Sirius was already there with a combo of English Breakfast. And then he saw me coming.

"Morning, pup. And happy birthday! Expect your Hogwarts letter any moment now," he said to me and rubbed my hair as I sat near him.

"Thank you, Sirius," we ate in peace until an owl came knocking on the window, and I took it in and read the letter.

"Ready for another shopping trip, pup?!"

"Yeah. Let's go."

To be honest, the first year materials were really easy. I decided to not buy a single book. I already had everything in my head. Thanks to my occlumency training before, I could recall any knowledge instantly.

I only bought supplies for potions, a wand, school robes. I didn't necessarily need a wand, but what eleven year old wizard could do wandless magic with otherworldly mastery and precision? Oh, I know, the Awesome One.

For the school robes, I requested a custom service from Madam Malkins whose business I had taken over and now she worked for the Potter family. I made my robes to be made from Accromantula silk, fitted to my body. Like a Nick Fury trench coat.

I didn't buy any quill or parchment. I would use pen and paper for writing. No need to trouble myself in writing. Maybe I would get in trouble with Snape, but I didn't care. He could fuck off.

As I finished with my robes, I went to Ollivander to get my first wand.

"Don't bother on it, Mr. Ollivander," I turned around to face him and I smirked at him. His attempt to got the dropped on me was failed.

He made a curious expression at me and said, "How did you know, Mr. Potter?"

I kept smirking, "Magic."

"It seems only yesterday that your mother and father came here to buy their first wands," as he was searching through the pile if wands.

"I suggest that you bring out the Holly, Phoenix feather 12 inches wand from your rack, Mr. Ollivander. To save some times," I gave him a smile.

He was shocked I suggested that. "Ahh you know his wand then, and the story behind its core."

"I make sure to know my nemesis the best," with that reply, the room fell into silence as Ollivander was looking for the intended wand.

A few moments later, Ollivander came out and handed me the wand. I gave a few flicks and a red Phoenix was coming out of it and flew around the shop before let out a cry and then dissipating into nothing.

"Magnificent. I never saw anything like that from a first year before. You sure are something else. I expect great things from you, Mr. Potter."

"I'm not most first years, Mr. Ollivander."

Thankfully, I had a bottomless bag with me that could contain every things that I bought. After I bought each of my things, I shrunked them before I put them in the bag.

I went to the Leaky Cauldron – wearing glamour of course – to see Sirius drinking a glass of butterbeer. He wore a cap so everyone couldn't recognize him.

"You buy all your school supplies?" he asked me.

"Except the books. I have no need for them," Sirius was shocked by my response but he let it go.

He sighed, "If you were any normal kid, I would have smacked you in the face. But, if you can make those inventions of yours, I'm sure Hogwarts is not challenging enough."

After that we went to my car. A Lamborghini Aventador-like car, but it wasn't a Lamborghini. It was from my own manufacture, Rhaeon. This was one of a kind car. Not fueled with gasoline but with magic. Enchanted runes and all of those shits stuff.

Sirius drove us home to Manchester with style.

Then it came September 1st. I was preparing for King's Cross. All of my stuffs, that I had already shrunken down to small size, were already in my bottomless backpack so I didn't carry too many stuffs on hand. I didn't buy an owl for sending letters as I had a handphone with rune protection to protect the circuits inside it from being fried by magic inside of Hogwarts. I gave one to Sirius.

In the technology side, I created the Wols. The factory produced phones, laptop, computer and etc. All kind of gadgets that I remembered from my old world.

I was literally the richest man in the world before I reached my majority. But all of my businesses was handled by Sirius who I had sworn an unbreakable vow to never betray me or used my businesses to his own agendas. When I reached the majority, all of it would be in my name.

My hair was styled in undercut style, I wore a chino pants, a pair of Nike sneakers, white t-shirt and finally my back pack.

I got out of my room and went to dining room to grab a sandwich prepared for me, and then immediately went outside where Sirius had been waiting in the car.

I went inside and take the shotgun seat. "Let's go, Sirius."

"Well you sure are excited," he replied and he hit the pedal and we drove us to King's Cross.

The trip took fifteen minutes as Sirius was driving like a Dominic Toretto. He parked near the entrance of the station so we didn't need to walk too far from the parking lot to the 9 platform.

"Are you nervous, pup?" he asked me again for the umpteenth time. He asked that over and over while we were on the way here.

"For God's sake, Sirius, I am fine. Asked me that again and I'll make the car explode while you are driving back home," my threat seemed had its effects to him but he still smiled at me.

"Don't forget to have fun then, charm the women there, pup. Make your dogfather proud," he smirked at me.

We were in front of the numbers 9 and 10 platform. "Ready?" Sirius looked at me.

I nodded and we took off with a little jog to the portal led to the Hogwarts Express. We arrived at the other side and saw the ancient locomotive in its glory.

"When I was your age I was worried because I am from the Noble House of Black. Famous for being the follower of Voldemort. I guess you inherited your James' confidence," he smiled at me as he was reminiscing his good old days.

"I will see you in December, Sirius. Don't destroy the manor while I'm gone," we bumped our fists and hug for a moment and then I walked inside the train.

The train was on the move to Hogwarts. I thought about what happened in the previous events

I didn't meet with the Weasleys at the station, didn't meet with Draco while in Diagon Alley, and I didn't buy Hedwig. Those were the few alterations I made since coming here.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I looked up from my thinking state and saw a girl. I assume she was a first year, like me. She has brown hair that went down to her upper back, brown eyes, and already wore the robes.

"Do you mind? You dress like a muggleborn compared to the others. So I assume you are, I'm sorry if I was wrong," she said to me nervously.

"Sure, take a seat. I'm a half blood actually," I replied.

"Thank you. I'm Hermione Granger by the way," after she revealed her identity she offered me her hand.

I met Hermione. And she looked just like Emma Watson! Well my appearance itself was like Daniel Radcliffe, only I kept my health in check and so on.

I shook her hand, "I'm James."

She looked confused, "No last name?"

I didn't want to hide the truth to her. She was my favorite character in the books and in the movie, and I grew to love her in one way or another. I didn't exactly lie to her because my name is Harry James Potter.

"It's a surprise," I gave her a smile. "You will know it when they sort us in Hogwarts."

That got her excited. "You know how we will be sorted?" she asked. Sometimes I forgot she had a big curiosity and deep thirst for knowledge. Her attitude sometimes pissed people off. "I make sure that I know every basic things before coming to Hogwarts, like the sorting for one, as I am the first generation witch in my family."

"Calm down, Hermione. You seems like a nice person deep down, but not all of the people here like that attitude of yours," my reply seemed to make her sad. But she needed this before it's too late, "The wizarding world has a different sets of culture and rules than the muggle world. It is good that you read ahead of your peers, but you need to control your ambition to be the best. Or it will get you killed. I'm not saying that you should limit yourself, but try not to outdo everything."

She seemed taking my words to her head, "I'll help you. Don't worry," I finally said the reassuring words.

"Thank you. And I am sorry if I make you angry," she replied.

"There is nothing to forgive."

Hermione really lived up to her reputation that I knew. We talked about lot of things. Hogwarts, history of magic, the subjects we would be studying, magic and technology, cultures, and so on and so forth.

"Do you mind to wait outside? I need to change to my robes, and we'll arrive at Hogwarts soon," I requested her.

"Ohh. Sure."

After she was outside, I waved my hand and my robes was out of the bag. Another wave and my cloth were switched to the school robes. I looked pretty badass. And after that, Hermione came back inside.

"Why is your robes in different design?" she asked me after she looked at my robes.

"Do you like it? It is custom made," I said. "Actually I don't really like the current design so I changed mine. And it is made of Accromantula silk."

"I can see that you are the rule breaker type student," she said to me and then she smiled. "I kind of like it. Accromantula silk, you said? Isn't that expensive?"

"Well, I have much more money than I could ever spend for a lifetime, so why not?" I chuckled at her face after I said that.

"Firs' year, firs' year come here," Rubeus Hagrid shouted to the crowd and then all of the first years, including me and Hermione, gathered around him.

Before I got off the train, I put on my hat to make my face not really recognizable. And it worked. We were led by Hagrid to the dock and get on a boat.

And then we arrived at the stairs which I remembered very well, both from the book and the movie. A very familiar scene.

"I heard Harry Potter was on the train," an arrogant voice was heard by all of the first years. Draco Malfoy. I should have known.

He walked towards me with his goons and stopped, "This is Crabbed and Goyle. As for me, I am Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

And then a snort was heard. It was Ron Weasley. After that, Malfoy was trash talking to Ron about his family's poverty.

Then the Malfoy heir turned his attention back to me, "You don't need to associate yourself with the wrong sort, Harry Potter. I can help you there," with the same way on how he talked like I knew he would, he offered me his hand. But I decided to be a bad boy in school instead.

"He's not Harry Potter. His name is James," Hermione made herself known to all.

"I think I can manage myself without you, thank you very much," with a cocky smirk and then Malfoy's face was getting redder. "And like she said. My name is James."

Before anymore unpleasantness happen, Professor McGonagall came and explained to us all about the four houses before she led us inside the Great Hall to be sorted.

"Granger, Hermione."

It was Hermione's turn to be sorted. And she walked to the stool and McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on her head.

A few seconds later…

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I clapped my hands to her result. And many minutes passed until it was finally my turn.

"Potter, Harry."

The hall was silent. All the teachers looked with interest in their faces. And I slowly walked forward.

GASP

I knew whose shocked expression was that. I took a look at Hermione and threw a wink at her direction. And I finally sat on the stool.

"Interesting. You seems to have all the quality if all for houses. I could put you in Slytherin and you would be an outstanding person."

'Put me in the Gryffindor, please.'

"Why?"

'I have my reasons.'

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Finally. I didn't like the hat looking through my head.