Author note: WOAH, the are so many people who are following this story, I guess a lot of people wanted more information on Harry childhood to his defeat of Voldemort, so I'm going to try extra hard on this story and try my best to make each chapter worthwhile.
Edit: 7/2/2017
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Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, was not a very happy man.
Not one little bit.
He had been tipped off by one of his goblin informants, that Harry Potter, twin brother of the boy who lived and lesser twin in Albus mind, had arrived at Gringotts, and this time, not with his own family trailing behind him, but apparently occupied by some unknown dark skinned wizard, who claimed to the head of the Ancient and Nobel House of Felix.
The Ancient and Noble House of Felix...
That was a House, Albus hadn't heard in over twenty years, and if he was honest with himself, he hoped he would never hear for the rest of his life.
He remembered the day's when he was young, more ambitious and his beard had yet to turn white, he, like many other's thought that obtaining the title, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, would be the proudest moment of their lives.
It was a long and hard struggle but at last, he had achieved the height of power, and his word's now held more weight to them, than even the Minister of Magic, ever could.
He had become the most influential man in all of Wizarding Britain and he swam in his power.
It was by far his proudest moment of life and his greatest shame, he was all to eager to begin to shape the Wizarding World as he saw fit.
Too bad, his vision was ripped to shreds, within days.
His hell had began by receiving a letter, with a very official looking stamp on it and he was foolishness enough to open it and read it, his eyes had widened several notches, when he discovered what being Chief Warlock really was.
Without him knowing it, he had agreed to become an underling for a family that truly had all the power.
The family that pulled all the strings from the shadows.
The House of Felix.
Thinking back now, if he had known, just what he was signing, when he happily accepted the position, he would have never taken the job, the power he thought he held, had turned out to be nothing more than an illusion, something to draw people in and like a snake, the House of Felix struck, before he could realised, what he was seeing, was not all gold.
What followed, were several decades of being ordered around and feeling chained to his job.
Albus, didn't like being ordered around, he didn't like the fact that by oath, he was required to report back after every meeting on the laws that were proposed.
Those who held seats in the Wizengamot were under the illusion that they actually had the power, to pass those laws, but only he know that they were nothing more than children who didn't know their parents weren't really giving them a chance to make their own decisions.
And he couldn't say a thing.
The house of Felix had fought him tooth and nail, whenever he tried to impose the great vision he had for the future, those damn eyes seemed to see through all of his manipulations and half truths, and the fact that they were natural's at protecting their minds, made controlling them, that much more impossible.
They were a threat and they had to go.
It was all too easy to gather people, with the false promise of the Felix fortune, of course, they would never see even one speck of that gold, but they didn't know that.
All he had to do, was give them the address and altered their memory so they couldn't reveal that he was the puppet master pulling the strings, he himself, had been through the main Felix manor, enough times to temper with the wards.
But even that, was only temporary, never in all his years had he seen such wards erected around a home, the Felix wards were like a monster, just waiting to pounce and he had managed to put that monster to sleep.
Sooner or later they would wake up and when they do, anybody who wasn't invited would make it 20 meters towards the house before perishing in creatively gruesome ways.
A smile dawned on his lips, when he thought about the morning when he heard the news that the Ancient House of Felix was now very much dead in morning newspaper, the Daily Prophet, he had rejoiced and celebrated in a tub of Lemon Sherbets while playing the sorrowful grandfather to the outside world.
All seemed right with the world and now his power wasn't just an illusion.
But he had missed one.
It was like, he had been slapped across the face with something cold and slimy, when his wand suddenly disappeared into thin air, knowing that the wand was never truly his, despite winning it in battle, he could feel it's rejection every time he touched it.
Albus, know that he would never be able to draw out the wands full potential, since it didn't sing for him, only a true Felix could do so, and that was another thing he envied that house for, they had such a connection with Magic that he did not.
Not wanting to believe that a member of that House was still alive, he did the only thing he know, that would confirm it or not, he had asked to see the Felix account manager, if the house was indeed dead than he would be told, the account was frozen and the wills had yet to be read.
He had tried numerous times to get into that vault to no success so he should know.
Only to be shocked, to find out that, everything, that belonged to the House of Felix had been moved years ago, he know that could only happen if a person proven by blood, that they were indeed a Felix, had moved it all, and much to his horror, the wards around Felix manor were now roaring with life and fiercer than ever, determined to never fall asleep again.
As for getting to the Manor, it had been decades, since he last stepped foot in that manor, so he was now regretting not writing down it's location, if he had known something like this would happen, he would have wrote it down years ago so he could rushed over there and get the man to hand over Harry Potter.
This confirmed to him, that he hadn't managed to kill all of them like he thought and apparently, the one remaining survivor had taken an interest in young Harry Potter.
Albus, didn't see why a Felix, would take an interest in Harry Potter, he would think the man would immediately go for the Boy-Who-Lived, Jamus Potter, after all, he was the one who defeated Voldemort when he, himself could not, plus it would present him with the opportunity to get close to the man and keep him from finding out just how much power he truly had over him since the Oath was still in effect.
This new development was even more troubling than finding out Harry Potter had been disowned as a Potter, Albus didn't really care about that twin, he needed to be seen as the mentor to the Boy-Who-Lived and he was afraid that Harry was getting jealous of Jamus fame, he was on the road to becoming dark.
So why did a Felix pick Harry Potter over his twin brother and would this come back to bite him in the ass, if he left them alone?
If there was one thing Albus was certain off, a Felix never did anything without a reason.
He just needed to figure out what that reason was.
Ch 2: The beginning of a very happy childhood for little Harry
Harry body, know, something was wrong.
The bed he was in, was way too comfortable to be his own, the clothes he wore were clearly brand new, he could spell their freshness on him, he hadn't woken up to the sound of his twin brother on his broom whizzing past the window yelling or the sound of the door being closed to signal the rest of the family were going out to lavish his twin brother, or go hang out with their friends.
It was so different than what he was used to that little Harry was almost afraid to open his eyes, but he somehow found the courage to do so and what a room he found himself looking at.
It was at least twice as big as his own bedroom, he himself was apparently in a massive racing car bed, the walls were painted a calming blue colour and there was a large desk in the corner, a massive wardrobe next to it, but what Harry really noticed the most, was the even larger pile of carefully wrapped presidents right in front of him, it was so big that Harry was sure Jamus had never received so many presidents in his life.
The room was definitely meant for a boy.
He instantly wondered where he was, most of yesterday was still a blur to him.
Just than, a soft pop was heard, almost startling him and he turned to see the source of the noise was in fact a House Elf, it's face was almost in a permanent sulk and unlike the House Elves at Potter Manor, this one held itself with pride that Harry hadn't seen in any House Elf he had met so far.
"I see little master, Harry, is finally awake." The House elf said, startling him. "Should Drabble, prepare a warm bath for Little master? The Master has been busy all day, getting things for the little master, since, your now Drabble little master. I've always hoped the Master would have a little one for Drabble to take care off but even though you weren't born in a way that Drabble hoped, Drabble is still happy."
Yep, Harry thought, this House Elf was definitely weird.
And why was he calling him 'little master?' When the house elf was clearly not one of the Potter elf's?
And that's when it all came back to him.
Xander, had taken him away and adopted him as his son.
That man had wanted him and had gone through with what he promised.
Little Harry, had realised with happiness, that he was now Xander little boy and no longer a Potter. That running through his veins was Xander blood and once that struck home, that happiness was overcome with fear.
What time was it?
His former parents didn't like it when he slept in, and he didn't want to make his new daddy mad because he didn't wake up on time, he was a good little boy.
"The Master, told Drabble that the little master should sleep as much as he wants since he's very tired, when he wakes up, I should alert him." Drabble said, making Harry eyes grow round.
Xander, he meant, his 'daddy', allowed him to stay in bed as much he liked?
Harry was speechless, but he had no idea that the surprises will keep on coming, today.
"And now your awake, Drabble will get a warm bath prepared." Drabble said, and Harry found himself being prompted out of bed by the House Elf before the Elf went to where he assumed the bathroom was.
Yep, this House Elf was definitely a weird one.
Harry was still in shock that he was allowed to sleep, that he didn't move, within minutes his bath was ready and he followed the House elf to the bathroom, where a freshly prepared bubble bath with a moving rubber ducky and several toy boats were releasing rainbow coloured bubbles into the air which smelled like strawberry's.
Harry was understandable amazed by the bath prepared for him, he had expected this kind of bath to be for his brother, not for him.
The House elf was more than happy to help Harry with clothes, which made him notice that he was wearing PJ's that had a racing car moving from one end to another, Harry would have stood and stared if not for the impatient house elf.
With haste, he gave his clothes to the Elf who seemed all too willing to leave him alone, Harry took a reluctant dip into the soap filled water, worried that somebody would burst through the door and start shouting at him because the bath wasn't truly for him like he thought.
But nobody came.
Nobody disturbed him and for once in his life Harry had a fun bath time, he could have stayed in the bathtub forever if not for the fact that his skin would become 'wrinkly', just one foot out of the battue was enough to alert somebody to the fact that he was finish.
Immediately, he found himself being rounded on by a women who dried him and wrapped him delicately in the fuzziest bath towel he had ever been in, Harry felt like curling up and taking another nap because of how warm he felt.
It was just so warm...
That's when he saw his reflection, for the first time after the adoption.
Harry, almost didn't recognise himself, he still looked like Harry, but his eyes were almost steel like and his face, kind of reminded him of a certain man.
Was this really him?
He felt no great loss that his eyes were no longer a vibrant green like his own mother, if he had to pick between having Xander eyes and Lily's, than there would no contest.
Xander was truly his daddy now and he was happy, he just know his new daddy would treat him better than the Potters.
Harry, suddenly felt the strong urge to run and find the man and give him a great big hug as a thank you but instead his stomach let out a large growl and his face flushed in embracement, he had yet to eat.
The women, who was dressing him and making sure his teeth were brushed and cleaned, just smiled at him and said. "You must be hungry, you did sleep all morning and yesterday was apparently a very big day for you" and since she squib, she was a lot more informed than some servants of the House.
It's afternoon!? Harry realised in shock, he couldn't waste anymore time, if he didn't hurry Xander wouldn't want him anymore.
"Little master?" She said, why did he suddenly look so panicky? Did something happen?
"Lady, where is daddy?" Harry said, it felt good to call Xander 'daddy', he was afraid that if he didn't show up soon, his new daddy wouldn't like him and think he was lazy and send him away.
"The Master is in the main dinning roo-" She began and Harry was off like a rocket, he was only dressed in a silky bathrobe, luckily he had underwear on, and yes, it did feel like heaven was dancing on his skin the more he took a step, but he had more pressing issues.
Harry, had explored the Felix manor enough times to get a good layout of it, he just needed to use his brain to match the corridor to his memory, which he found was surprisingly clear from what it was a couple of days ago, it was extremely easy for him to find the way to the main dinning room.
He was taken back, by the people and house elves he walked passed, bowing to him in respect, he had never been bowed to like that before, perhaps if it was Jamus, than he would understand but it never happened to him, because he was just Harry, the unimportant twin.
They couldn't have mistaken him for Jamus because he now looked vastly different from his twin brother, nor were any of them stopping and staring, asking him about how it felt to live in the same house as the Wizarding World Savior, and if Jamus was kind enough to teach him magic.
So Harry was very put off by their behavior, he came to some large double doors that opened automatically for him, the house seemed to have accepted that he was more than a guest, inside was the man he was dreading to see and wanting to see the most.
Xander was sitting on one of the many chairs in the room, some fruit juice in front of him and what looked like richly filled rice, with vegetables and meat on a plate in front of him, the man was currently occupied with a magazine, unknown to him, he was browsing through the boys section.
Feeling eyes on him, Xander looked up and turned to see Harry.
Harry couldn't help but notice that the man's hair didn't look as neat as it did before, he seemed to have inherited a splash of the infamous Potter Hair from the blood adoption, luckily not enough to make his hair completely uncontrollable but he was defiantly going to be spending extra time in front of mirror for the rest of his life.
Harry also noticed, that Xander eyes shape changed to resemble his own.
"Well, good afternoon, Harry" Xander said, not looking mad at all and looking glad to see him. "Did you sleep well? You look a lot like me-" and before he could finish that sentence, Xander felt the weight of a little boy crash into him, he almost toppled over in surprise.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you" Harry kept on repeating over and over again, he couldn't thank him enough. "Thank you for giving me a present when nobody else did, thank you for saving me, thank you for adopting me"
And Xander eyes softened, and said.
"No problem, anybody would have done the same thing"
"but you were the one, who saved me and I love you for that." Harry said, looking up at him.
Xander patted his head awkwardly, not used to being looked at so adoringly, before he heard a loud grumbling sound startling him, he wondered where it came from and followed the sound.
Harry flushed when Xander's eyes landed on him, he still hadn't eaten anything.
Seeing Harry face, it wasn't heard to piece it all together and Xander broke into a smile and said. "Why don't we continue this after you've full?"
And Harry couldn't have agreed more.
And scene!
Wow, such a long chapter! Next chapter, Harry continues to be shocked by how different it is living in the Felix Manor than the Potter's own. Review/fav and follow!