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It had been a year and half since Britain, itself had fallen under the House of Felix rule once again, but this time everybody know just how important the head of the House was.
Because no law could be passed without the Head of House permission, Britain as a whole, was no longer going down the path which would lead to anybody who wasn't pureblood, to become second class citizens in the eyes of the law.
Britain was a lot more friendlier place for none-Purebloods than what it was a year ago and only the high ups in the Wizarding world, could see the changes in their world.
And as part of father and son bonding time, Harry had enjoyed getting to burn all those proposed laws or bills with dad that was deemed trash.
It was a very fun time for him, he was allowed to be as creative as they wanted, in getting rid of the pile a couple of times a year.
Xander, had joined the Wizengamot once or twice, in secret of course just to see if the bills presented to him later was actually bills proposed in the meeting.
He wouldn't put it passed the old man to find a loophole in his oath.
And Albus had quickly learned that when sending a letter to his new 'boss', he shouldn't expect a letter with magic coated over it, to ever come back or to even be sent out.
For some reason, when he used an owl.
They would refuse to leave the Hogwarts grounds or when he sent Fawkes, the bird would give him a look that said 'are you crazy?' Heaving heard stories but how powerful those wards where so he wouldn't dare try to pass through them or ended up dead.
For real with no chance of coming back alive.
Leaving him no choice but to send an ordinary letter's urging the man to come and visit Hogwarts, which the man politely declined every time, they both know he couldn't step into the Manor unless he had his permission so he could show up uninvited.
He had stationed Remus Lupin and Mad Eye, Moody around the house, which he believed was the Felix Manor, so while they watched the house for any sign's of a boy, which they couldn't help but think was a clone of Jamus Potter, the boy who lived, he was thinking of a way to get the boy's name.
It also didn't help that Harry scent had long since disappeared from Potter Manor, meaning Remus was practically flying blind, when it came to locating his former god-son but the werewolf had yet to realize this yet.
Not that it would do him any good since Harry scent had long since changed.
Leaving the real Felix Manor unwatched, and Harry having more freedom to go outside and play.
It cost quiet a bit, but Xander had gotten two international portkey's for a year, just for Harry to visit the children, that had quickly become his friends.
All of them, only came together when it was a special holiday like Christmas or somebody's birthday.
Although the fact that the troublesome twin's now attended Durmstrang put a dent in the plans since Harry could only visit the twin in summer.
Harry was now, a very happy and healthy eight year old boy, that if you were in the room with him for five minutes, you wouldn't believe he was the same shy boy from two years back, his scar had completely disappeared, a clear sign that any dark magic that could have held on was now completely gone.
His smile, which resembled Xander own quiet a bit to the point it was scary, was now so wide that you would think he wasn't destined to have the weight of the world on his shoulder's some-day.
The strong memories, of visiting his friends, receiving gifting's, going to the movies for the first time and going to Disneyland for his birthday had worked wonders on him and it was like the effects of abuse by the hands of the Potters were never there in the first place.
Harry was happy.
But Xander know that once Harry reached 11, and was out in the open, a lot of people would try to control him.
He wouldn't put it past them to even try and attack Harry once his back was turned or even kidnap him, so they had some control over his father.
That's why it was never too early for Harry to learn to protect himself.
Ch 11: Harry's first lesson in self defense: a different dad.
Harry couldn't help but, wonder what was going on when he was told by Dabble, that his dad, wanted him to change into what could only be called a PE kit, and meet him in a room that he had only been into once, which looked like a large hall.
He had stopped calling his dad, 'daddy' about two months ago, due to the influence from being around other children.
But he didn't voice any question's, and merely put on the clothes that was laid neatly on his bed for him to change into, he was used to wearing clothes that were steam pressed and had yet to feel the cold air properly yet so he always felt warm and ready to sleep in his day clothes.
Once he had changed, Drabble was more than happy to lead to him to the room, since he couldn't remember where it was.
He was lead to two double doors, before knocking and once he was giving the okay, he pushed through them to meet the man, he lovingly called his dad, the man was no longer dressed so smartly, despite Harry used to seeing him in muggle clothes most of the time, and was also in shorts and a t-shirt.
And you would think, he had just stepped into a deadly game of dodgeball by the air in the room just like the one's on T.V.
He also couldn't help but notice his dad's wand was out.
"Great, son. You're here" Xander said, fixing Harry with a smile, that seemed off, because of air surrounding the man.
Harry couldn't help but feel a bit of fear creep into his heart and make a quick glance to his only means of escape.
Was he in trouble?
Did he do something wrong?
"You must be wondering why you're here." Xander said, still smiling, his wand twirling, almost ominously "Well Harry, welcome to the house of Felix training room, I haven't been here since I was a boy"
Xander almost shivered, as the memories of his father pointing a wand at him and firing joke hex after joke hex at him.
Who would thought a day would come when he would be the same position as his father...
For some reason, Harry began to look around, the feeling of uneasy grow stronger despite, seeing no visible threat in the room, he know his dad would never hurt him...well, not on purpose, anyway.
"Harry, from now on your going to train with me every Saturday in here." Xander said, meaning Harry would just have to visit his friends on Sunday, Harry face showed surprise at the news before he said. "Harry, you are now eight year old and in just under 3 years you'll be out of this house and attending whatever Wizard school you wish."
It was something Harry had been looking forward to the most, but a part of him, didn't want to leave his dad and go to a strange place where his dad couldn't protect him or he wouldn't be able to reach him if he needed help with his homework and what about their position lesson's together?
"When that happen's, Harry, you will have to be careful" Xander warned, "There will be people who will try to become your friend, so that they can use you because one day, you will take over from me and be making all the big discussions in the country."
And when that day came, he would be so proud.
"Because, Harry, even for me, it was hard to find out who really wants to be my friend and who is only after my money, growing up." Xander said, he had made many mistakes in his youth before saying. "There was once a women, she could have been your adopted mother."
Making Harry look at him surprise, at the very thought of having a women here to kiss him good night or read him bedtime stories just like his dad.
"I was young then, foolish." He said, "Harry, when you're a teenager. Your always convinced that your first love is somebody who you would spend your life with, the truth is not many people do end up with the first person they love. I had grown up being taught that reading somebody's mind was an invasion of privacy, nobody likes to have their thoughts read and people barging into their most precious memories."
Making Harry realize, he was right, his dad had explained the idea of Legilimency to him a few months back, and he had been shocked.
Just by making eye contact somebody could plunge into his mind and see all his memories.
He didn't want, a random stranger to go through all his memories, seeing the memories he had cherished and the one's when he was at his very low, luckily not many people could do it.
His dad had admitted that he was one of them but he only used Legilimency to help him, like when he had another really bad nightmare, and would never abuse it.
His dad also confessed that Albus Dumbledore, the man who he always remembered hanging around the Potters home, was one of them also.
Harry suddenly felt sick, when his dad told him how easily he had entered his mind the first time when his mind should have some protection there to stop people getting in, showing his defenses had been repeatedly torn down, along with the repeatedly feeling that the old man could somehow read his mind.
His dad had answered him about what would have happened if his mind defenses didn't heal, an answer that had shocked to his core.
One thing for sure, Harry would never look at the old man in the eye ever again.
His dad also told him there was another man in Hogwarts who dressed like a bat and Voldemort was one as well.
It had got him thinking, on something he had long since forgotten or chose to ignore but know he would have to confront one day.
"I was going to propose to her..." Xander continued, before chuckling. "It must have been fate that I visited her without telling her, just to surprise her. I not only found out she was cheating on me but she had other plans than raising a family with me."
He could still remember that moment very clearly, thank god, fate stepped in or it would have been possible that he would have been dead by now.
"So the moral of this story, Harry. Is that people can be two faced" Xander with a bright smile... "And you need to protect yourself from those who will try to use you and outright attack you. Today, you will be starting your training on dodging spells since your not old enough to have a wand"
The dread in Harry stomach grew.
"When I was slightly younger than you, my father would throw me in here and throw joke hex after joke hex at me until I could dodge them, he didn't dare use any real spells on me in case I get hurt." Xander said, seemly looking into the distance. "Who know the day would come, when I would be in my father position?"
And before Harry caught up with his body, he found that he was already running to the only exist in this room.
Locked.
Sweat poured down his face, when he saw at the corner of his eyes, his dad smiling as he raised his wand and muttered something under his breath.
The next thing, he know, his legs had become like jelly and the world was spinning.
It was a good thing it was only temporary, as he soon focused and found himself on the floor already his dad was muttering another spell, his sense was telling him to dodge.
Never would you have thought, his small body could move so fast.
His dad, had made sure to push him to his limits and beyond, if he slowed down even for a second his dad would make sure that the floor under him felt like he was as cold as a ice cube, prompting him to keep running.
He had lasted a whole 10 minutes before he had truly reached his limit and collapsed, darkness took over his vision, his hair looked like it had received an electric shock, his skin was blue and his clothes were going from strips to poker dots and back.
Xander looked at the unconscious form of his son and said.
"Hm, he lasted a full 2 minutes longer than I did."
And scene!
Next chapter, it's drawing closer, to end of Harry childhood and he would be turning ten soon. Harry decides to ask his father, the question that would change how he views himself. Review/fav and follow!