The Snake in the Lions Den

by jojoboy914

What if Harry Potter wasnt the only child that Voldemort tried to kill? What if there was another that was marked to be his equal? How would this child feel on being the other Boy-Who-Lived? Meet Alex Lothbrok. The Dark Lords second rival that he also made in that fateful night. He will fight with all he has and he wont have to do it alone.

2. Chapter 1: Beginning of a journey

Moments after Voldemort's Death...

Voldemort's attempt to kill the candidates to be the chosen one had a lasting effect on the boys. The shockwave of magic from the Dark Lord has a profound impact. Not only did wizards know that the Dark Lord was gone but the powerful magic of Voldemort entered the boys bodies, changing them in subtle ways. Alex more so than Harry. These changes would not be noticeable to anyone that was capable of sensing magic. That's how deep the magic ran inside them. But there were a rare few who could sense such changes.

Within Dumfriesshire, Scotland, there was a mansion that has superbly designed accommodations such as four reception-rooms, a library, a dueling room, an open-plan kitchen, a wine cellar and six main bedroom suites across the ground and first floors. The second and third floor of the mansion has six other bedroom suites and two incomplete rooms. The mansion was surrounded by 45 acres of open land. This place was the home of Salazar Slytherin also known as the Slytherin estate.

Inside the mansion, four women were eating at the dinner table. One of them had olive skin, aqua eyes, thick eyelashes, and short golden blonde hair; which she usually keeps messy with three braided locks. She wears a green and black jacket with a high collar, which covers the lower part of her face downward, while baring a good portion of the lower half of her large breasts. The jacket has a zipper running along its entire length, which is opened from the bottom upwards. It has a beige air filter on either side just below the trim. The jacket's sleeves completely envelop her arms, terminating in black glove-like extensions at her extremities, resembling the appearance of a cat's paw. This woman was known as Tier Harribel. The head servant of the Slytherin estate. The other three women were her adoptive family, also servants of the estate.

On her right was Emilou Apacci. She is a tomboyish girl with heterochromia her right eye is ice blue, while her left eye is amber with a red outline around it. She has black, jaw-length hair, and has some type of headpiece on her heard with a horn in the middle. She is wearing the standard Slytherin servant uniform, but has shoulder length sleeves with black cuffs with a v-neck, and gloves and collars over her wrists.

On her left was Franceska Mika Rose, a dark-skinned, green-eyed girl with long, thick, wavy brown hair and large breasts. She had a modified outfit to make her look like an Amazon warrior. It had multiple pieces covering her breasts and upper arms, gauntlets on her forearms, and a white skirt.

In front of her was Cyan Sung-Sun. She is a slender female woman with long, flowing, olive-green hair, long eyelashes, and lavender eyes, with three pink dots just below her right eye. She also has three hair clip-like extensions on the right side of her bangs that look like fangs. She is also wearing a black snake-like necklace around her neck. Her outfit consists of a long green dress with long sleeves, which extend well past her hands, with a single slit in each one, and two thin belts criss-crossing around her waist.

As they eat, they feel the dispersion of magic in the air. They recognize the owner of such magic.

"It would seem that Voldemort is dead" Harribel stated.

"About time that asshole died" Emilou said with a satisfied expression.

"Indeed, he truly was a terrible plague on this earth. It's fortunate that he was not our master" Cyan added.

"I would've killed him if he was." Mila said in response.

"He was a descendant to our lord and should be given some respect. However, he wished for nothing but total domination of the world and killing whoever got in his way. He failed to realize the scope of his ancestors fortune and thus he could never be the lord that he claimed to be. His arrogance prevented him from being something truly great" Harribel stated to them. They all nodded their heads in response.

Then that's when Harribel noticed it. A beacon of sorts within that is outshined by the amount of magic released. She feels that beacon and is shocked by what it is.

"Can you sense that?" She asked her family. They look at her in confusion and shake their heads

"Close you eyes and look deeper within that maelstrom of magic" she orders them and they do what they are told. They then sense it. Magic so familiar to them that they can instantly recognize it. They soon open their eyes and realize what they have felt.

"I-It can't be" Emilou states in shock.

"It is. The old magic of the Slytherin bloodline has been awakened." Harribel states to them. This news stuns them.

"But Voldemort was the only descendant of our lord and he's dead. Are you telling me that there is another?" Cyan asked to confirm.

"I am. The true heir of Slytherin has been revealed." Harribel said with confidence. Everyone else was stunned even further. A secret descendant of Salazar Slytherin has made an appearance, something no one had ever expected.

"What do we know of our potential master?" Mila asked her.

"It would seem that the heir is a boy. Only one year in age. His location is unknown. Someone powerful is keeping him hidden from anyone who would try to look. But we will find him, I can promise that." Harribel said with determination. Her family nod their heads in agreement. They will find their master and have the boy take up the mantle of Lord Slytherin.

Six years later...

Within St. Emiliani's orphanage, there sit a 7 year old boy with black hair and blue eyes reading a book titled the Lord of the Rings in his bedroom. Rather unusual thing for a seven year old to do. That boy is me, Alex Lothbrok. I've been living here since pretty much forever. Sister Margaret was the one that raised me ever since I was dropped off in front of the orphanage. At least that's what she told me. She also told me that she didn't know who dropped me off nor did she know who my parents were or why they put me here. Anyone else that would hear such news would be devastated but I felt assured that my parents loved me. I like to think that there was a reason for me being here. Maybe they had no choice but I can't say for certain.

I know that I'm different because I'm also smarter than a good number of people here. I don't how but I feel like I know some things that I can't possibly know and yet do. It makes little sense to me but I find it to be useful. This intelligence of mine allows me to read a good amount of books in a short time. Sister Margaret calls me a glorified bookworm. Though she is worried that I don't socialize much with the other kids.

I don't think it's my fault to be honest. I just like to read more than make conversation. Though recently I've been having weird dreams. Dreams of another persons life filled with magic and mysteries. But also darkness and evil. Sometimes I could see a boy talking to an old man with a closet on fire next to him. I don't get a clear view of the faces in the dreams but I feel like that this was a turning point for whoever the boy was in the dream.

When I started haveing these dreams, I thought that they were just dreams. But I felt that they were more than just that. It's possible that these were memories. If that was the case then that means that magic exists. At first I was skeptical of this until on my fifth birthday I got a gift from an anonymous person. They were three books. Weird and maybe ancient books on magic. They were titled A History of Magic, Rules of Spellcasting and The Study of Magical Artifacts. I knew they were magical because when Sister Margaret saw them, she though they were books on different things like poetry or encyclopedias.

That's when I knew that she couldn't see the real books because someone used magic to make sure no one but me could read the true contents. This was both interesting and exciting to me. Once I read them, I learned a bit on this "wizarding world" that was mentioned in all three books. This hidden world separate from the rest but ever present in the world. It's an amazing thing to know.

It was then that I realized that I could be capable of doing magic. I had to test this to find out if it is true. One day I placed a pencil on the floor ten feet away from me. Being inspired by the Star Wars films, I wanted to see if I could have the pencil come to my hand. It took some time but eventually it worked and I was so proud of myself. The books say that this is called wandless magic.

Only a strong and disciplined wizard, a title given to those that use magic, can perform such a feat. As much as I want to claim that I am such a wizard, it would be arrogant of me to assume that there aren't strong wizards out in the world that could do so much more. Plus it also said that it isn't uncommon for younger wizards to perform wandless magic at an early age due to their lack of control of it. So I decided to get control of it.

It's been two years since that revelation of me being a wizard. Two years of using spells wandlessly without anyone ever knowing or else they'll think that I'm a freak. I would say that I've made progress in doing so and now I'm reading a book all about magic and magical creatures. Although it's pure fiction, I wonder if there are some truths to them. Anyway, I hear a knock on my door which disrupts my focus on the book. I then open the door and smile at the sight of Sister Margaret.

"Hello Alex. How are you today?" She asks me with a return smile.

"Hello Sister Margaret. I'm doing well, just reading a good book" I tell her. She slightly frowns at that

"While I'm glad that you enjoy reading, I don't want you to isolate yourself from your friends. Understand?" She asks me.

"Yes ma'am" I tell her.

"Very good. I came here to tell you that there is someone here to see you" she tells me. This catches my attention.

"I do?" I ask her. She then nods her head.

"Yes you do. Apparently, this person has been looking for you for a long time." Sister Margaret tells me.

"Did they tell you why?" I ask her.

"According to her, she is a member of your family." She tells me and I'm shocked by the news. "Would you like to meet her?"

"Yes I do" I tell her in quick response.

We walk to a meeting from that is mainly used for the administration team and for people who wish to be parents to a child with no family. We soon enter the room and I see a beautiful olive skin women with a business like dress and glasses. I noticed that this woman was glad to see me. I could tell by her eyes. Her eyes suggest that she knows me or at the very least familiar with me.

"I'll leave you alone dear" Sister Margaret tells me as she leaves me alone with this woman.

"Hello" I greet the person.

"Hello Alex. It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Harribel" She tells me as she offers her hand to shake. It would be rude not to shake back.

"Likewise" I say as I shake her hand. When I do, I felt some kind of pulse of energy go through me as I see various mages flash through my head.

I see Harribel but is different. She looks less human. She along with three others were saved by young man wearing green robes with a snake symbol on it fighting some kind of monsters in an unknown environment. This man offers her his hand to which she accepts. Images change to her standing in front of this man as he is saying some words I never heard of. When he's done, he sends a green mist to her and her three friends. All of them changed into a more human appearance. Next image shows them bowing to this man and saying some kind of oath. I was able to hear the last part of the oath which sounded a bit like a whisper.

"-May we serve you well, Lord Slytherin" all of them said as the memories end.

Both me and Harribel are pushed back with some force and we look at each other stunned. I don't have any idea what just happened. This has never happened to me.

"You are certainly strong for someone your age. You truly are the one" she tells me cryptically.

"What do you mean the one? Who or rather what are you?" I ask her.

"I am the head servant of the Slytherin family, a noble and powerful family beginning with Salazar Slytherin, along with three others that I'm sure you've seen through my memories. What we are is difficult to say because not even we know for sure. For centuries me and my three companions have served the noble family of Slytherin but we have been dormant for we were unable to find our lords descendants. For years we have been keeping the Slytherin estate and it's related items protected and adapted to the times while also trying to find Slytherin's heir. We found one a couple of decades ago but we judged him to be unworthy of inheriting the riches of the bloodline. He was the one that gave you that scar upon your head when you were a baby." She tells me as I touch my scar. Sister Margaret told me it was birthmark and would joke that I was touched by lightning. But I always figured that this was more than just a birthmark and Harribel just confirmed it.

"That man also killed your parents " this shocked me immensely.

"M-My parents?" I ask her with sadness at the news.

"Yes, all to get to you and another boy." She tells me.

"Why? Why me and this other kid?" I ask her.

"It's a bit difficult to explain for you have little understanding of the world I come from" she says.

"You mean the wizarding world? I've read about it in books that someone gave me on my fifth birthday." I tell he which seems to shock her.

"T-That is most interesting. I had assumed that you would be difficult in believing in the world of magic. It would seem that whoever gave you these books must've wanted you to have a early education of the matter" she theorizes. This intrigues me.

"I held a similar thought as well but back to the matter at hand. You said that you were looking for the descendants of this man known as Slytherin. If you are here talking to me then that means that you believe that I'm said descendant." I deduce. She gives me an impressed smile and nods her head.

"Yes that is correct. Very astute of you" she compliments me.

"What happened to the other one. The one that killed my parents and was supposed to be this 'heir of Slytherin'?" I ask her.

"He's dead. Something happened that night that allowed both you and the other boy, who is known as Harry Potter, to kill him." She informs me. I feel glad to know that the man is dead but also confused on how two babies could kill such a man.

"But personally, I do not believe he is dead. Not really" she says which draws my attention.

"What makes you think that?" I ask.

"This man, who the wizarding world calls Voldemort, was arrogant but also very intelligent and talented in magic. He wanted to be immortal and I doubt that he would have died without completing that task. But I can't say for certain if that is the case" she tells me. I feel as though that she is correct in that assumption but like her I'm not certain.

"I see." I say as I take this information in. "How long have you been looking for me?"

"Ever since we figured out that you existed. It seems that someone placed powerful charms on you that would prevent us from sensing your heritage. The charms felt old so it had to have been one of you ancestors. It wasn't until what happened that night with you and Mr. Potter that the magic hiding within you was released and we have been searching for you ever since. It took us some time because you were an infant and thus your magical signature was weak. It would flicker making it difficult to find you but it would grow as time when on. When we learned that you were not in the wizarding world, we looked in the world of the muggles, non magical people, and thus here I am talking to you at this very moment" she explains to me. This amazes me to a great degree.

"I must admit that this is a lot to take in. All of this information is truly amazing and yet terrifying at the same time." I tell her.

"I understand that this is difficult to believe but I assure you that this is the truth. Myself and the others would never lie to you." She reassures me. This relaxes me a bit.

"I'm assuming you've come to take me to the Slytherin home and learn more about the wizarding world, correct?" I ask her. She nods her head in response.

"Indeed. My comrades and I vowed to serve the house of Slytherin for as long as we live. We extend that vow to you, my lord" She tells me with determination. I can tell that she is very loyal to this 'Salazar Slytherin' and because I'm a descendant of this man, that loyalty is transferred to me. I don't know how I should feel about this.

"So what's going to happen now?" I ask her.

"Well, I will be taking to you to your rightful home where you will learn more about the wizarding world and the inheritance you have until you attend Hogwarts when you turn eleven." She tells me.

"Hogwarts. I think I read that in one of the books" I inform her.

"Yes it's one of several magical schools across the world. Considered to be the best in England. Lord Salazar along with three powerful wizards created this school for those capable of the impossible. It is also the school of your parents" she says which catches my attention.

"You know of my parents?" I ask her. She nods her head.

"I only know of them through family records within the Ministry of Magic, a form of government for our kind. I imagine that your father was a descendant of Slytherin as well but like you a powerful charm kept the old magic of Slytherin within him from being awakened. Both of your parents were also well respected by a good amount of people in the Minsitry and were strong in magic. But they were no match for Voldemort I'm afraid. I am sorry that they are gone from your life. I wish I could've met them before all of this." She explains to me with sadness. While I'm happy to know more about my parents, I too wish they were here with me to explain all of this. But I am glad that Harribel is telling me this information.

"Thank you for telling me." I tell her with a smile on my face.

"It is my pleasure. Do you wish to come home with me?" She asks me with a smile.

"I have a choice?" I ask her back.

"You do. It would not be right to take you home by force. If you wish to remain here, then I along with the rest will understand." She explains to me. I then contemplate on this. I think of several pros and cons of the choice that lays before me. A few moments pass as I think of what to do until I make up my mind.

"Ok I'll go with you. I want to learn about this wizarding world and maybe I get to learn of my family history in the process." I tell her and she seems happy at what I said.

"I'm glad to hear it. I will talk to Sister Margaret on having you leave with me" she says with a smile and leaves the room to talk to Sister.

A few moments pass as I finish packing up my stuff, which is not much, in a suitcase and heading to the front door of St. Emiliani's to meet with Harribel and Sister Margaret. Once they see me Sister Margaret goes to talk to me.

"Im glad to know that your family has come to take you home." She tells me.

"Thank you Sister. But I will miss this place and will always remember the kindness that you have given me" I tell her with a smile.

"For someone so young to speak like an adult still amazes me. I will miss you Alex" she tells me with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"I will miss you too" I say as I give her a hug to which she happily reciprocates.

Harribel and I then leave the orphanage. The place that I've called home until now. Unbeknownst to either of us, Sister Margaret was watching our departure with a smile on her face.

"Till we meet again...my lord" she says as she heads back into the orphanage.

Meanwhile, Harribel and I go to some alleyway that leads to a deadend. This really confuses me.

"Uhh are you sure you know where you are going?" I ask her. She smiles at my question.

"Of course. We just need some privacy" she tells me.

"Privacy for what?" I ask her. She then takes out this glowing green ball.

"For this. A portkey" She informs me

"Portkey?" I ask

"Yes, it's an object enchanted to instantly bring anyone touching it to a specific location. Most of the time, a Portkey is an everyday object that would not draw the attention of muggles. This orb will take us home." She explains to me. It's a very ingenious object.

"Very cool" I said in excitement.

"Hold the orb so that we can begin" she tells me and I do so. "Be warned this might get uncomfortable"

"Wait wh-" I almost say as we then teleport.

I can feel my whole entire body move in ways that it shouldn't. My field of vision is essentially gone. This goes on in what feels like forever until we reach our destination. I start to hyperventilate in an attempt to get air. I do my best to get my barings together for this was something I never experienced before. I feel like I'm about to throw up but I do my best to keep it inside. Soon enough I calmed down a bit for me to talk.

"That was more than uncomfortable" I tell Harribel.

"Apologies my lord. It's gets easier the more one uses it. Though for your first time, you did well not to vomit the contents of your stomach" she tells me.

"Well I'm doing my best not too" I inform her as I then look to the mansion in front of us. It is amazing that I just stare in awe

"Wow" I say out loud.

"Breathtaking isn't it?" She asks me as she walks to the front door.

"It is" I say as I follow her. She opens the door and we enter inside. As soon as I do, I feel a wave of immense energy hit me. It's as though this place was judging me to see if I belong here. Pretty soon the energy dissipates as the house hums with power as I hear a female voice.

"Welcome home Lord Slytherin" the voice said in a whisper which shocks me

"Did you hear that?" I ask Harribel.

"You have heard the magic of the house. It too was dormant until the Slytherin bloodline returned home. It seems that she recognizes you as such" she informs me. This continues to amaze me

"Well that's nice then" I say to her as three other women approach us out of nowhere.

"My lord these are the other servants of this house and to you. These are Cyan, Mila and Emilou." Harribel says to me as these girls bow before me.

"It is an honor to meet you my lord" Cyan tells me. I'm still trying to get used to being called a lord.

"The honor is mine. I apologize if I'm not someone that you were expecting. I know that you have waited a long time to serve a member of the Slytherin family. But you don't have to act different around me because I'm now lord of this place. You are my family now and I would rather you be honest in actions and behaviors than being something you are not. So please rise from the floor so that we can know more about each other as families do" I tell them and they all look at me shocked.

I don't think that they were expecting me to say that. I'm a bit scared that I might have offended them in some way. Then I hear some laughter from Harribel and the others start to laugh which makes me more nervous.

"You are certainly different than what we had imagined." Harribel said as she and the girls start to calm down. "It would be our pleasure to be your family."

This relieves me greatly as I start to smile which makes everyone else smile in response. I think this will be good.

Four years later...

It's July 31, 1991. My birthday and I'm living in this amazing mansion for a good while. I've learned a lot about the wizarding world, it's culture, it's politics and more about its history. I've also learned more about my new family during my time here. Even learned two interesting skills called Legilimency and Occulmency. Both revolve around penetrating and protecting the mind respectively.

Emilou, I've learned is impatient, short-tempered, rude, impulsive, and confrontational. Short version is that she's very emotional and passionate about a good amount of things that she tends to go overboard. Cyan and Harribel usually scold her and reign her in when she does. But despite this, she's very loyal to me and the rest of the family. She also likes to cook which amazes me to this day. She's very good cook too to which I praise her often.

Mila is similar to Emilou but more rational. She's also very protective of all of us and gets angered by insults against us. Like the time she nearly killed a wizard during one of our shopping trips for calling me a stupid kid. Took a bit of convincing to make sure no one dies. She also hates Cyan calling her a "female gorilla" but I don't see her as that.

She also likes to fight and can be somewhat sadistic when we spar together. She also loves animals especially cats. So Harribel and I got her one. A Zouwu I believe it's called. A monstrously large female feline beast, as big as an elephant, with a striped body, scraggly mane, four fangs that curl out of its mouth, long sharp claws, and a disproportionately long, ruffled multicoloured tail. They are incredibly powerful and fast, capable of travelling 1,000 miles in a day. They are very rare and difficult to find but we got lucky when Harribel and I took a trip to Eastern China. Thankfully I read Newt Scamanders book on magical creatures to help tame this creature. Mila was overjoyed when we got her it and named her Zuzu as a result. Zuzu seems to enjoy being with us and acts just like a kitten a majority of the time.

Meanwhile, Cyan is very composed, mature, and intelligent, often advising her fellow family members, Emilou and Mila, to stop arguing when they have their moments, for it makes them look weak, before chiding their angry responses. She's like Harribels right hand woman whenever she is unavailable. She also enjoys reading like me and has read all of the books in the Slytherin family library. I gave her some of the books from the human world that's she seems to find fascinating.

Finally was Harribel, the leader of the three girls. She is calm, taciturn, level-headed, and analytical. Also she's very intelligent for she has learned many subjects from both the wizarding world and the muggle world. She's even given me a proper muggle education to keep myself updated should I ever be in the muggle world for some kind of need. She also is like a mother figure for the girls and for myself as well. I may be her lord, which still sounds weird to say, but she has been the one that's spinning the wheel. Keeping everything organized and moving.

Last year, Harribel and I went to Gringotts in Diagon Alley, that is run by goblins, to officially gain access to the Slytherin family vault as well as the Lothbrok family vault that I inherited from my parents. It was pretty straightforward process. According to Harribel, the Slytherin family vault could only be accessed by one who has Slytherin blood within them. Harribel also stated that Voldemort never attempted to access this vault, whether it's because he didn't need to or never knew about it, is uncertain.

Accessing the vault legitimizes my claim as the inheritor of the bloodline and as the new Lord Slytherin with the family ring as proof of this. However, the title is unofficial until I'm at least 16, which is a bit young in my opinion but the wizarding world is different from the human one. Despite this, the title and my ring gives me influence within the Minsitry as well as Hogwarts since my ancestor helped build it. I was allowed to nominate a proxy to oversee the political manners until I can officially take my seat in the Wizengamot. I named Harribel as my proxy to which she felt honored to commit the task. I imagine living a long life as well as witnessing history and my ancestors political maneuvering would be of great use.

The Slytherin vault was enormous from the inside. It contained over 100 billion galleons, which is the currency of the wizarding world and made of gold, as well as other trinkets and books within it. The Lothbrok vault was smaller and contained 50 million galleons. Along with some momentos of the past and trophies that my parents received during their lives. Even had a photo book that showed off their romantic adventure. It was nice to see them. Even if it was only in pictures.

Now I'm one of the, if not the, richest wizard in the wizarding world. I knew that I was rich but not that rich. While I do agree that money isn't everything but it certainly holds weight to the greedy.

Currently, I'm reading one of Salazar's journals. He has a full collection of them in a old workshop underneath the mansion. He has so many of them that I'm not sure that I would be able to finish them in this lifetime. Meanwhile, Cyan is reading a book called the Song of Ice and Fire while Emilou is cooking in the kitchen, Mila is playing with Zuzu and Harribel is doing paperwork regarding the politics of the Wizengamot.

Then, something goes through the mail slot of the front door. I notice this and head to see what it is. I pick up the letter and see that it is an acceptance letter of Hogwarts.

"Everyone I finally got the letter" I say joyfully. I have been waiting for this for a long time. Everyone hears me and smiles at the news. Even Zuzu displayed a smile.

"Well go on. Read it" Emilou says as I do just that.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf Warlock)

Dear Mr. Lothbrok,

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 September 1st.

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (Black)

One plain pointed hat (Black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (Dragon Hide or similar)

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 animal of their choosing.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEAR'S ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

This was exciting. To be officially apart of the school that my parents went to.

"Congratulations Alex" Harribel said to me. It took her and the other girls a while to not call me my lord in a casual setting. But in time they grew to like it.

"Thank you Harribel" I say to her with a smile. Then I get hugged by Mila affectionately which leads me to gesture everyone to join in a group hug. Once they do, Zuzu decides to jump in and hugged all of us with her huge paws. We all laugh at this and in a few moments we end the hug.

Then we set up for dinner with Emilou creating a spectacular dish of roast dinner for all of us with some Shepard's pie on the side. Extremely delicious. Once that was done, in came the dessert. A gigantic cake saying happy birthday on it. Everyone sung me a birthday song which made me really happy and we ate our respective pieces. Even Zuzu got herself a big piece. She has one hell of a sweet tooth.

I was then given my gifts. Harribel got me a leather wand holsters for my waistwith the Slytherin family symbol on it. Emilou got me a bag that has an infinite amount of space. Mila got me some magical spells books and Cyan got me some magical communication mirrors that could fit in your pocket to give to my friends or to contact them if I do wish. I thanked them all for my gifts and went to the master bedroom to sleep.

One month later...

I'm currently in Diagon Alley with Cyan as my chaperone. Harribel and the rest were busy with other things that prevented them from doing so. We went to Gringotts to take some galleons with me to purchase my stuff and have some left over for other things if I wanted. Then we went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. As soon as I got inside and see an old short woman with white hair and blue eyes. She then sees me as I walk in.

"Hogwarts, dear? Is it your first year?" Madam Malkin asked.

"Yes, Ma'am. That is correct." I said politely.

"Well then follow me to the dressing room" she said as she leads me towards a small room with a curtain.

"Stand straight, arms apart, let's take your measurements" she said to me while she stands on a stool and slipped a long robe over my head to pin it to the right length.

Next to me was a blonde boy with blue eyes who seems to radiate an arrogant aura about him. He too is getting fitted for a robe. He then sees me and starts a conversation.

"Hello," the boy greeted "you are going to Hogwarts as well ?"

"Indeed" I say to him.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands. Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow." The boy said with a slightly bored tone. "Have you got your own broom?"

"I do but I don't use it much" I say to him.

"Why not" the boy asks.

"I have other responsibilities that require my attention so my time is limited" I tell him. This seems to intrigue him.

"What responsibilities may I ask?" He asks me.

"Oh just some wizard politics" I say nonchalantly.

"Impressive. Not many our age have the patience to do that. Your parents must be proud to have you be so involved" he tells me. This brings me some sadness.

"My parents are dead" I tell him.

"Oh, sorry" he said but his voice suggested that he wasn't sorry at all "But they were our kind, were they not?"

"If you are asking if they were a wizard and a witch then yes they were" I said to him while holding back my anger for what he was implying. I could tell that Cyan got annoyed by the question.

"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, dont you agree?" The boy questioned. I knew who the 'other sort' he was talking about: Muggleborns.

"They're just not the same as us, they've never been brought up to know our ways and they think that they could walk with us as equals. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they got the letter I imagine. Hogwarts should only accept those who were born in the old wizarding families." The boy continued essentially embracing the ideology of those pure blood supremacists. "What's your name, anyway?"

I was going to answer until I hear Madam Milkin speak.

"All done, my dear. I will have your robes out shortly" she tells me as I get off the footstool and leave that arrogant prick to his musings. Took great willpower to not have Cyan kill him or have myself hex him with something really nasty.

Few moments later, Madam Milkin has my robes out for me.

"Here you are dear, robes fit for a Hogwarts student" she told me with a smile.

"Thank you ma'am" I tell her with a smile of my own and I pay her the amount due "Have a good day"

"You too dear" she tells me as Cyan and I leave to get the other supplies.

Potage's Cauldron Shop

We entered the shop to get my potion making materials.

"Hello there, what can I help you with?" the woman known as Potage asked.

"Hello, I'm here to purchase a standard size pewter cauldron" I respond to her.

"Oh First year are you?" She asks as I nod my head in response.

"Ok I have one right here" she said as she takes one out from the counter next to her.

"Here you go sweetheart. One standard cauldron as requested" she tells me.

"Thank you" I say with a smile as I pay her the amount for the item and leave the shop

Flourish and Blotts

As soon as we entered the store it was filled with students wanting to get their supplies, and employees handling their purchases while helping other customers.

"What can I help you with young man?" an employee asked me.

"Yes, I'd like the following items" I said showing him the list of books.

"Ah, first-year books, follow me-"he said as I follow him to the counter as he takes out the books I needed. This impresses me

"We make out business to expect what most students are looking for so we prepare them always at hand" he explained as he was adding up the price of the books.

"Actually sir, can I purchase another book?" I ask him.

"Sure dear boy, I'll have the books here until you find the one you are looking for" he tells me and I thank him in graditude as I go find the book.

Took me a bit to find but I did. The book was titled Wandmaking: How to make an effective wand for an effective wizard by Garrick Ollivander. Based on some of his journals, Salazar Slytherin was a capable wandmaker. He made several during his time but were lost a long time ago. I'm curious to see if I could do the same.

I paid the amount and was about to leave the store until I accidentally bump into somebody which causes both of us to fall down. Cyan was able to catch but the other person was not so lucky.

"Ow" said a female voice. I look to see a curly brown girl, that looks roughly my age, on the floor with her books spread out on the floor and I start to feel really bad.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. Let me help you with this" I say to her as I start to pick up her books.

"No, no it's my fault I should've been paying more attention" she said as she starts to get up and take the books from my hands.

"Are you a first year too" I ask her.

"Yes I am and it's also my first time here Diagon Alley" she said to me shyly. She sounded as though she was lost.

"Well, I can help you if you'd wish?" I offered which causes her to smile.

"Thanks I appreciate that-" she said, with a pause because she doesn't know my name. I then held out my hand to her.

"I'm Alex." I said. She then shakes my hand

"Hermione Granger." she said as we leave left the shop.

"So are you here by yourself?" I asked her.

"I'm here with my mum, she went to get my clothes. Is the person next to you your mom" she asked referring to Cyan.

"No, this is Cyan. My sister" I introduce to Hermione. Cyan then offers her hand.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance" she said with a polite smile as Hermione shakes her hand.

"Likewise" She said back

I then spot a certain shop that just caught my attention. The sign said Magical Menagrie. It was a pet shop.

Hermione, Cyan and I go inside and see what they have.

I look through the number of animals that I saw until I saw one that was interesting. It was red bird that resembled a pheasant a bit with a five-colored plumage with hints of fire coming off it. It looked at me and just stared into my eyes. It felt as though it was testing me. To see if I was worthy. Few moments later, the bird flies over to me and lands on my shoulder. It starts to rub its head with mine.

"Well I guess I know what I'm getting" I said to the bird as I start to pet it. I then go to the cashier and pay for my new friend here.

"Blimey, I never thought I'd see the day that this bird would get bought." The cashier said.

"Why do you say that?" I ask.

"Because that my friend is a Vermillion bird" he responds. This shocks both me and Hermione while Cyan barely reacted.

"I've read about these in Newt Scamanders book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, they suppose to have been born in a cave in the South Pole and then they migrated to China. Very solitary species" Hermione explained.

"Indeed they are, at least until they bond with someone that they felt worthy to hang around. They are very picky when it comes to that. This one is a female so it's twice as picky. These birds are known to also share many of the abilities of the Phoenix as well as their lifespan. Some say that they are distant cousins in fact. They even could lift heavy objects with ease and produce fire so hot that it could turn anything into ash. Powerful creature indeed. You have yourself one hell of a companion here boy" the cashier told me. I was amazed at this fine creature. I soon pay for my friend here while Hermione got herself a cat and we soon leave

"What are you going to name her?" Hermione asked me.

"Hmmm maybe Hestia" I say as I look at my companion. She seems to like the name.

"You're going to name her after the goddess of Fire?" She asked me, wondering if that was the right name choice.

"Well I doubt calling her 'Badass Fire bird' would be appropriate" I said to her which makes us both laugh and Cyan smile a bit.

"What are you going to call yours?" I ask her.

"Maybe Crookshanks" she responded as she pets her new friend.

"Nice name" I say to her as I pet Crookshanks as well.

Ollivanders

We all enter the wand shop and see that it's a bit messy inside. Then in a few moments we see Ollivander himself.

"Ah, sorry about the mess, using a wand tends to leave the place a little messy."he said as he brought out his own wand, weaved it and summoned a broom and dustpan to sweep up the mess. Ollivander then looks at me.

"I've been wondering when I would see you, Mr. Lothbrok." Ollivander said with a knowing smile.

As soon as he said that, Hermione eyes widened in realization.

"By Merlin, your The Alex Lothbrok. The other boy who lived." She exclaimed "how could you not tell me?"

"Because I would rather you know me as Alex than the celebrity that the wizarding world make me out to be along with Mr. Potter. I didn't want you to act like I'm this Messiah" I reasoned with her. She seems to understand why I would think this.

"It's ok. Having gotten to know you a little better makes me prefer the boy that bumped into me than the savior of the wizarding world." She says to me with a smile which makes me smile in return.

"So we're friends?" I ask her.

"Yea we are. I never had a lot of friends growing up" she said to me which made me a bit sad for her.

"Well it's their loss" I say to her. Hermione smiles at that and then Ollivander makes his presence known.

"Now what is your name, young lady?" Ollivander asked.

"Hermione Granger." She replied

"Hmm, never heard of you. Are your parents muggles perhaps?" he asked. Hermione nodded her head in response.

"Yes, my parents are muggles but, they're magically aware" she said.

"Ah, I see. Well, no worries, not every wizard is born with parents with the same magical ability. Now then, allow me to find you both wands. Ms. Granger, let's start with you" he said as he went through several wand boxes. Few seconds later, he walks back with a box at hand.

"Here we are. Eight Inches, Rosewood, Veela's Hair Core" he said handing over the wooden stick.

She waved it and caused one of his shelves to fall over.

"Apparently not." he said heading back for another. Few more seconds later, he came back with a light colored box.

"Give this a try. Ten Inches, Rowan Wood, Dragon Heartstring Core" He said. Hermione grasped it and felt the wind pick up slightly as the magical energy engulfed her. Ollivander seemed amazed by this.

"You have an interesting wand in your possession Ms. Granger. Use it well." He told her with a smile on his face. Hermione smiled back and paid for her wand.

"Hermione," came a voice behind us and Hermione turned to see her mother.

"Mum" She greeted.

"Are you ready to go, I've got you everything you need." Mrs Granger asked. Hermione nods her head in response.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the station Alex" she said waving goodbye to me. I wave back before turning my attention to the old wand maker.

"Now for you Mr. Lothbrok." he said as he began looking through the numerous stacks of wands to find one for me.

"It seems only recently that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands." Olivander said as he searched through one of the shelves.

"Ah." He said as he pulled on of the boxes out of the shelves.

"Here we are." Ollivander said as he brought the box over to the desk and opened it. "Ash wood, 10 inches, veela hair." He the handed it to me.

I grasped it and gave a small wave with it, the resulting flux of magic caused several cupboard doors to fly out of the cupboards, making a mess. I cringed and cautiously placed the wand on the desk, careful not to cause a mess.

"Apparently not." Ollivander said. With most wizards, he could get it right on the first try. Obviously though, I would be a bit difficult. He then comes back with another wand.

"Here try this. Birch wood and phoenix feather core. Six inches." I then tried again but this time I caused a glass vase to break.

"Hmm, tricky customer, but we have the right wand here somewhere." Said Ollivander as he got another one out.

"Blackthorn wood and Dragon Heartstring. Thirteen inches." This time a lamp blew up.

"No. no, and definitely not." He says as he disappears into the back again and pulled out another one, this one being quite similar to another one.

"Hmm, I wonder." Ollivander mumbled to himself as he brought it out.

"Holly with a phoenix feather core, eleven inches." As I grasped this one, I again felt nothing. I wave it and blasted apart another shelf.

"Curious. Very curious." Ollivander said to himself.

"What's curious?" I asked him as I hand the wand back.

"I remember every wand I have ever sold. Mr. Lothbrok. It just so happens that the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in this wand, gave another feather. Just one other. Yew, 13 inches, and quite powerful. I thought you might have been destined for this wand, since it's brother gave you that scar along with Mr. Potter." Mr. Ollivander finished whilst pointing at my lightning bolt scar.

"I can guess on who it was. And also did Harry Potter get his wand yet?" I ask him.

"No not yet" he tells me.

"Then perhaps that wand would be more suited to him than me" I suggested. He contemplates this and nods his head.

"Perhaps you are correct on that Mr. Lothbrok" Ollivander said to me.

"Would it be possible for you to create a custom wand for me?" I ask him.

"I don't see why not. The other wands I gave you haven't connected with you as it should So a custom wand would be necessary. Follow me" he tells me as I do just that. Ollivander then took me into a special room with jars, pieces of wood and a magic circle on the floor.

"What you will need to do is run your hand over each of the jars and see which one gets the strongest reaction. It should manifest as a tingle in the arm." I nod my head and do so. I ran my hands over the jars until I felt two strong reactions. I gesture for Ollivander to take them out. He then looks at the first jar.

"Thestral Tail hair. Interesting. Only one who has witnessed death could be able to use a wand with this material. Plus only one other wand is said to have this as a core. Very unstable if ones not careful" he said as he looks at the other jar.

"Hmmm. Vermillion bird feathers. Like the Phoenix it's very rare but also very picky on its users. Also very strong and can allow one to perform a great assortment of magical abilities. It should be able to balance out the Thestral hair. But we shall see. Now the wood" he tells me as I perform the same process as the jars. I soon feel one resonate with me the most. I take out the piece of wood and show it to him. His eyes widened a bit.

"You are impressing me more and more Mr. Lothbrok. The wood you have is Elder. The rarest of all wood types but also the trickiest to master according to some. It is said that if one was to be paired with such wood that they are marked with a special Destiny. It is also said to have a connection with Rowan wood as well. It must be fate that brought you and Miss Granger here together. I shall work on your wand immediately" he tells me as he goes to his workshop in the back of his shop.

A few minutes later, he produces a 14 inch black wand that looks nice and smooth.

"Here you go Mr. Lothbrok" he tells me as he hands me the wand. As soon as I do, a large flux of magical power, manifesting itself as violent wind, radiates off of me and the wand. It was so strong that it made more of a mess in the shop than intended. Some shelves fell down in the process.

"Incredible" I say to him

"Most impressive. I must say that that is the strongest wand that I have ever created" Ollivander said which amazes me. Cyan, who was watching all of this happen, was also amazed at the development.

"Is that so?" I ask him.

"Indeed. That wand that you possess is certainly stronger than a large majority of wands in the world. There are only a small few of wands created to be as strong as the one you have in you hand. Some were lost but those that were not were used to change the world. I expect that you will do great things Mr. Lothbrok and that wand will help you do it" Ollivander said to me. I then pay him his due and leave with Cyan back home to prepare for tomorrow's train.

This has been a productive day. I got my supplies, received a powerful wand and made a friend in the process. Hogwarts is going to be very interesting.

Whew. This was the longest chapter that I have ever written. Man, this was tough. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I hope that it was entertaining and enlightening.

I have no idea how to describe wands and so I just made it up as I went along. Also I got the idea for this story after binge watching Harry Potter. Another thing is that this is a harem story.

Let me know what you guys think of it. This is me signing out.