AN: Hello everyone, time for the third chapter. This chapter was delayed a bit longer than I would have liked but I just had mid-terms so I did not have much time to write. I am very sorry for the delay and hopefully I can get out chapters much faster.

J. Markel – Give wizards credit? They do not even know that we have landed on the moon a decade after it happened in the story. Wizards innate sense of superiority would never allow them to believe anything that came from a muggle scientist, plus even the muggleborns who did know would probably assume that the purebloods did know and do not know enough about astrology to learn that they could gain power through it.

Regale Rhythm – I want to see more Warcraft elements too! It is killing me having to set up the story before I can get into it. But I am a perfectionist so my story needs to slowly build up to that sweet plot. Warcraft elements should start appearing in the chapter after this one.

Anyway, after skipping those answers I hope you enjoy the chapter

Chapter 1:

The Beginning of a Journey

His remaining time spent at the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon seemed to fly by as he delved into his research into how to improve his lenses. He was often tempted to simply bring them to the Astronomy store to be enchanted, but that would lead to questions that may reveal his intentions.

He did not want anyone to know about this power source. It may be childlike of him but he did not want to share this power with a world that had never shown him kindness. Perhaps after he had grown strong enough to defend himself he would share his knowledge, but for now secrecy was critical.

The process of enchanting a lens was a complicated process that involved a mix of charms and being drenched in a complicated potion. The manual assumed the reader already knew what the spells were and how to cast them so he often had to reference earlier books to discover what the book was talking about.

Another problem he faced was that the lenses the magical community used were not in fact lenses but regular glass. It irked him to no end that the magical community could have a telescope on the scale of advanced observatories but were too lazy to progress in their field.

Perhaps this is what Galileo felt about the church?

Regardless he knew he would have to alter some of the spells to account for the magnifying power for the lens, a task that was far outside of his rudimentary level of magic.

After nearly a month of research he could cast some of the spells required in the book but he had no idea how to get the spells to work on an already magnified lens. He had tried casting the spells on the lens in the proper order from the book but the result had been a blurry indistinct mess.

It was a good thing that without the potion solution the spells dissolved within a day or he would have a useless lens.

Sighing in frustration he opened one of his books on enchanting again and flipped to the passage that explained the process of enchanting simple glass.

'This isn't working.' Harry thought, scowling as he tossed the book back into the pile he had accumulated while trying to find information on enchanting his lenses.

He was simply too inexperienced. It was a miracle he had been able to figure out how to enchant regular glass, which according to the book was meant for wizards after six years of schooling.

'I have hit a wall here, hopefully I can find my answers at Hogwarts.' Harry thought, disappointed. McGonagall had said there was the largest library in magical Britain at the school so perhaps the answers he sought were there.

Turning off the lights he rubbed his eyes, tired after hours of researching and tests.

The answer to his question was out there, he just knew it.

And hopefully,

Hogwarts would have those answers.

-The Next Day-

The sounds of hundreds of humans and vehicles in motion assaulted his ears as he hauled his trunk full of school supplies through King's Cross Station. He was never more thankful of shelling out an extra forty galleons to expand and lighten his luggage at the trunk store in Diagon. He would have looked ridiculous pushing a cart full of his school supplies.

Even worse he was dead tired, he had only gotten four hours of sleep after he had finally turned in after researching magical magnification until the early hours of the morning.

He had forgotten that the train leaves at eleven, meaning he had to wake up at seven to make it to King's cross on time.

So it was with bleary eyes and yawns that he stumbled through the morning, inhaling three cups of coffee before getting a Taxi to the train station.

'Platform nine and three quarters, these people are insane.' Harry thought idly, remembering the conversation with Professor McGonagall where she described the entrance to the Hogwarts' Express.

'Put the entrance to one of the largest schools for magical community in the busiest place in London, mad.' He continued as he made his way past the different platforms, people rushing past him, not even glancing at the young boy on his own in the public train station.

He guessed it was smart in a way, if anyone discovered the magical world they would never look for the entrance in King's Cross.

Arriving at the barrier between nine and ten he looked distrustfully at the ominously sturdy looking all he was expected to walk into.

'If this is a prank for the non-magic raised magic be damned I am going to self-study.' Harry thought as he walked directly at the barrier, wincing as he was inches away from impact.

Then he was though, the impact never felt as he walked forward into a new area with a red steam engine style train drawing his full attention.

'Wow.' He thought in amazement, the train seemed to have jumped straight out of the 1800s, fully functional and in pristine condition.

'Then again.' He thought wryly, remembering Diagon, 'It probably IS from the 1800s.'

"Oi get away from the entrance."

"Be nice Ronald, it is quite the site for first years."

Apologizing to the family of redheads he made his way to the train, deciding to board on the third train car, making his way through the train for an empty compartment.

He had arrived at 10:30 so he was surprised that many of the train cars were already full. He made note to arrive even earlier next year as he finally found an empty compartment near the back of the train.

Stowing his featherlight trunk in the rail above he finally sat down, ready to sleep the seven-hour train ride away.

…..

"Do you think he is awake?"

"No, he is clearly sleeping, I doubt your Toad is in here Neville. But we are arriving soon, we should wake him up."

"A-are you sure? He could get mad?"

"No. I think he would be much happier changing before we arrive than scrambling to get ready like those buffoons down the hall."

Opening his eyes he observed the two other students in the hallway, talking to themselves. He didn't really care about a toad but apparently they had almost arrived.

Looking down at his cheap wrist watch, 5:30. They would be arriving in twenty minutes.

Interrupting their conversation, he spoke up "Thank you for the heads up. Can you leave so I can get changed?"

The two left, leaving him to get dressed in the school uniform. Underneath the black robe was a normal, if formal, school uniform with the Hogwarts' crest over the heart. What made it different from rich private school uniforms was the flowing black robe and classic witch hat that went with it.

Shutting and locking the door he began to change, donning the uniform and cloak.

"First years this way! First years!"

Stepping off the train he made his way through the crowd to a clearly Visible Hagrid, who towered over the other students as he called out for the new students.

"Hello Hagrid." He called, grinning up at the friendly giant.

"Ello Harry." Hagrid grinned down at him before leading him and the rest of the first years down a steep hill towards the lake.

"No more than two to a boat." Hagrid called back as he clambered into one, taking up the entire boat to himself.

He ended up sharing a boat with the girl who woke him up on the train.

"My name is Hermione Granger, what is yours?" The bushy haired girl asked as the boats began moving on their own.

"Harry." He responded, not telling her his last name, he had already grown tired of the attention he drew by telling his last name in Diagon Alley.

"Ah, you share the name with Harry Potter then? Your parents must have named you after Potter. I am so looking forward to meeting him during my stay here at Hogwarts. He must be a great wizard after defeating Voldemort…"

Harry tuned the girl out after she began talking about him without her knowing it. He really did not appreciate his fame.

Thankfully Hagrid broke the girl from her tangent "Look forward now! Hogwarts is just around the corner."

"Oooh!" The group collectively gasped as the school came into view.

Hogwarts was a castle, towering over the lake with the lights creating a glittering effect in the water as they slowly drifted towards the dock.

'Amazing.' He thought, his eyes not on the school but the sky above. The light pollution was nonexistent out here, so millions of stars were scattered across the sky, a sight he had only seen in images of the Australian Outback and the Sahara.

He could not wait to go out later and observe the stars with his telescope.

All too soon they arrived at the dock and got out of the boats, making their way into the front entrance.

The main hall of the castle was large, much larger than the entire Dursley home.

A voice disrupted his observations "Welcome to Hogwarts."

Focusing again he recognized Professor McGonagall, the professor that had escorted him through Diagon.

He listened to her speech, idly noting how she did not like Slytherin by the way she nearly snarled the name.

"Please wait here while we prepare the ceremony." McGonagall finished, re-entering the room behind her.

He briefly caught a glimpse of hundreds of students before the door closed, leaving the group of first years together.

"I heard rumors that Harry Potter is going to be attending this year. I thought he would be much more impressive. Guest not since I can't spot him through you lot."

Narrowing his eyes, he looked at the platinum blond who was sneering at the rest of the group. The boy was blanked by two other students that made Dudley look like a child model. He could identify the boy's type instantly from his own school. He was the rich kid of the class, and used that money to rub it into everyone's faces.

"Harry Potter is coming to Hogwarts' this year? Isn't that exciting!" Hermione squealed from behind him, causing the entire group to break out into whispers, wondering where the boy who lived was in the crowd. He was now grateful that the wide brimmed wizard hats covered his distinctive scar and messy black hair.

Thankfully before they could notice him McGonagall returned "We are ready for you now." She announced, leading them into the large chamber.

If the entrance hall to the castle was grand the room they were walking through blew it out of the water. Four grand tables lined the room filled to the brim with students, hanging above each table were large banners with the four crests of Hogwarts, signifying the houses.

But the ceiling was what truly amazed him, a clear view of the night sky glittered above them. He had to tear his eyes off the different constellations and focus on the raggedy hat that sat upon a stool in front of the teacher desk.

He was momentarily confused about why the hat was on the stool before it shuddered and a large rip in the hat opened like a mouth and…

Sang a song?

Harry stared bewildered as the hat sang to the students, speaking of honor and inter-house unity. The song concluded by stating the hat's purpose of sorting the students, in which it conducted a sort a personality test.

McGonagall stepped forward once the song ended in front of the hat and pulled out a scroll "Once I call your name step forward and put on the hat to be sorted into your houses. First, Abbot Hanna."

Harry internally sighed, knowing that his name would be announced to the entire school.

All too soon halfway down the list the professor announced his name "Harry Potter."

To the surprise of the students around him he walked forward, causing the entire school to break out into whispers.

Sitting on the stool he had a brief glimpse of hundreds of eyes on him before they were covered by the wide brim of the hat.

'Interesting, very interesting. It is very rare I find a student with this level of knowledge so soon in their young lives.'

Harry flinched as a voice spoke inside his mind, "Is this the sorting hat?"

'Why yes, I am here to sort you after all, the best method to get an idea of your personality is to look through your memories. Do not worry, I am enchanted to never reveal any of the information I glean from your mind.'

Harry settled down after the shock of learning his mind was currently being read.

'Very interesting, you would not believe the number of students who have a grand idea to become an all-powerful wizard, many of them from mundane shows and books that have no basis in reality. But you on the other hand, that is an achievable method. Color me impressed. Normally such an ambition to gain such power would instantly put you in Slytherin, but I also sense the only reason you wish to gain such power is for knowledge, not a specific goal. Ravenclaw herself would have loved to have you as an apprentice.'

"RAVENCLAW!" The hat shouted. It took a moment to realize the hat shouted the word to the hall. Removing the sorting hat, he made his way to the wildly clapping table filled with Ravenclaw students.

The minute he sat down he was beseeched by shaking hands and the greetings of his fellow students.

It was quite overwhelming as he could barely focus on the rest of the sorting.

Soon the last student was sorted and the hall quieted, his fellow students finally giving him some air as a man who strongly reminded him of Gandalf stood up from the head table.

"To all new students, welcome! To returning students, welcome back!" Dumbledore said joyously, spreading his arms as if he was embracing the entire room.

"I am sure you all are hungry and thirsty from your long journey here so I will only say a few words before we start the feast, Oddball blubber tweak and mint! Thank you." With that…inspiring speech Dumbledore sat down to the laughter of the school.

Looking back at the table he was stunned to see the previously empty plates on the table were now filled with more types of food that he had ever eaten in his life. Even with the month he had lived at the Leaky Cauldron he had not seen so many different dishes in one place.

Deciding healthy eating could be reserved for a different day where there weren't 20 of his favorite foods in arms reach he took a little bit of everything in reach, savoring each bite.

Observing the other tables he noticed some differences in the tables. The Gryffindors were laughing boisterously and roughhousing at the table. They all appeared to be the standard jocks and extraverts he had seen in his old school.

The next table over the Hufflepuff's seemed to be in their own little cliques, often whispering excitedly to each other and largely ignoring the food in favor of conversation. He mentally compared them to the kind club oriented students who spent all their time in their own group.

On the other side of his table the Slytherins were the polar opposite of the Gryffindors, the only conversations were amongst two or three people while others remained silent, eating their food with mechanical precision. The only two exceptions seemed to be the two gorilla looking students who had worse manners than the Gryffindors.

His own table seemed to be a mix of the Hufflepuff's and Slytherins, there were some cliques, but most students seemed to be lost in thought, barely noticing the food they were eating.

He finished his observation of the room by looking at the head table, where the teachers were also enjoying the feast. Each teacher was unique in their own way, from the large figure of Hagrid to a very small man whose chair had to be elevated for him to see above the table. There was the ever-distinct Dumbledore who seemed to almost glimmer in the center of the table.

He moved over McGonagall and observed a professor with a large turban on his head, making the man look ridiculous. Next to him sat a bleak looking professor whose hair was so dark it looked oily.

He made a mental note not to cross the man, he looks like a no nonsense professor.

The rest of the feast was great, after the delicious entrée the dishes disappeared only to be replaced by all types of dessert.

After three scoops of orange sherbet he felt stuffed and tired. He had eaten more in this one meal than he had in the past two days. He hoped all the meals weren't this filling.

He could barely pay attention to Dumbledore's speech, but he got the gist of it, no contraband items, no going into the accurately named Forbidden Forest, and do not enter the third floor corridor.

Soon the students were led by the prefects to the dorms. He found it interesting that to get into the dorm you must answer a simple riddle.

The main chamber of the Ravenclaw dorm was a nice shade of blue in a circular room with books lining the walls. In the center a statue of Rowena Ravenclaw watched over the students.

Thankfully the tour ended, and the students left for their beds.

The bedroom was shared with five other students, each bed in a circle around the room with blinds to give some privacy.

Everything was colored a nice mix of blue, silver, and brown, giving the room an ethereal look in the moonlight.

Too tired to watch the stars tonight he changed into his night clothes before slipping into the warm bed.

"Is that him?"

"Where?"

"The one with the messy black hair."

"Really? Did you see his scar?"

Harry ignored the mutters and whispers as he walked through the hallways of the school. He tried to ignore everyone turning to look at him as he passed or the students who even doubled back to pass by him again.

After a month of being at Hogwarts one would think they would get bored whispering about him in the hallways.

He had been a loner for years, having been isolated by his classmates at Privet Drive so he did not like the attention.

He had just finished his potions class and was very frustrated with the school so far.

The classes were…simple. Extremely so. The teachers except for McGonagall and Snape treated them like toddlers. The only two who didn't had their own problems. McGonagall was the classic example of a strict teacher, so rule abiding that it stifled the interest in the class while Snape made the worst teachers in fiction look like saints. The potions professor was abrasive, inattentive, and even dangerously incompetent at his job. One of the Hufflepuff's cauldrons had exploded, resulting in the girl needing to go to the hospital wing. Snape's only response was ridicule for her intelligence.

The girl was eleven and Snape had not given any safety instructions.

The rest were decent at best, while clearly interested in their topic the subject matter was too basic for his liking. When would he ever need to learn how to re-pot a plant or goblin rebellions?

Then there was defense against the dark arts. The professor was honestly just pathetic. He stuttered every other word and told blatant lies about his adventures to try and impress the class. Most of his instructions so far in the class have been "If you see a dangerous creature, run."

He didn't need a class to be told how to run from dangerous creatures.

The only two exceptions of the classes that he enjoyed were charms and astronomy. The charms teacher was a diminutive man who looked like a cross between a goblin and a human. The tiny professor had a big personality and made the classes fun to learn. He had already learned how to turn his wand into a flashlight, a basic cutting charm and they were in the process on how to make an object fly.

Astronomy was interesting for obvious reasons. Being able to go to the highest tower in Hogwarts and stare at the stars for an hour was an excellent class in his opinion.

But besides the classes he was enjoying his time at Hogwarts. The school was amazing despite the lackluster classes. He often spent hours in the library researching for his project.

He was close, very close.

There were many books in the library about research into magnification in dusty tomes that looked like they had not been opened in decades.

After altering the potion used to cement the spells onto the lens, he had left them soaking for a week. Tonight, the lenses would be ready.

He would have to sneak up to the seventh floor for an optimal image of the night sky. It would be after hours so hopefully he would avoid the teachers and have some hours of uninterrupted sight.

He had no access to NASA servers or images that could help him find a planet. It would take luck and perseverance to find one.

Walking into the common room after answering the riddle (What is infinite, but have no form? "Knowledge")

Ignoring most of his housemates who gaped at him as he passed, he entered his dorm and checked his trunk, opening the many compartments, he checked his astronomy supplies, making sure everything was ready for tonight.

He doubted he would get in trouble if he was discovered but he would rather not have a reputation of staying out after hours.

Closing the trunk, he locked it and checked the clock, the arrow pointing towards 4 PM. Since it was nearing winter the sun fully set at six, meaning he had three hours until the night sky would be optimal for viewing. First years were required to be in the dorms by 6:30 so he would have to try and stay out of sight. However, he would also need to wait until all of his classmates are asleep, so they would not realize his absence

Steeling himself for a long wait he opened a textbook and started reading..

10:00 PM

Reaching the seventh floor was easier than he thought it would be. The prefects mostly patrolled the lower floors for older students fornicating in the broom closets. It did not take long for his fellow first years to fall asleep. But he had to wait until the older students vacated the living room as well, delaying him for another two hours.

But eventually the common room had cleared of students and he made his way to the broom closet he had stashed the potion for his lenses. The closet was in a shadowy corner of the seventh floor. The closet was in an abandoned wing of the floor so no one ever came here.

Opening the closet, he grimaced at the smell wafting from the cauldron that rested on the floor. It smells like alcohol mixed with paint.

Turning off the burner that kept the small cauldron at a boil he waited a few minutes for the pot to cool down. Taking a pair of tongs, he pulled out a glass lens that seemed to sparkle despite the shade of the closet.

Reaching into his bag he took out his telescope he dismantled it quickly, putting the lenses back in with a snap.

Taking a deep breath he positioned the telescope towards an open window, pointed at the millions upon millions of stars visible through the window.

Almost reverently he positioned his eye on the telescope and audibly gasped in shock.

Stars, billions of them stretched from his magically expanded lens, constellations that were foreign to his experienced eye.

Adjusting the scope, he could see entire galaxies, thousands…no millions of them, innumerable to count.

'Now to find a planet' He thought eagerly, once again adjusting the scope to focus on one a random galaxy with a particularly bright sun.

"I am telling you Karen there is no point in checking the seventh floor this late at night."

"You never know Louis, there could be a particularly ambitious couple up here. It is our duty as prefects to check."

Widening his eyes in panic he quickly shoved his astronomy supplies in his bag, abandoning the tri pod he ran as quickly as he could down the hallway, cursing that the stairway was in the direction of the voices.

From his scouting of the floor he knew that the way he was headed resulted in a dead end.

'I need something to hide my astronomy stuff, a quiet place to observe the stars would be nice, damnit this is a castle surely there is a classroom around here that I can enter!' Harry mentally cursed, stopping in front of a bizarre looking tapestry of a man trying to teach trolls to dance the ballet.

'There!' He thought as the footsteps grew louder, a door he had not noticed before in his haste. Wrenching it open he stepped inside, gasping in relief at escaping the duo after he locked the door behind him.

Turning to look at the room he had fled to his eyes widened in shock.

'w-what?' He thought amazed.

A fully functional observatory stretched out in an octagonally shaped room. The ceiling was a perfect image of the night sky.

In the center of the room was his tripod, ready for his telescope.

"This…changes a lot." He muttered, a grin slowly forming on his face.

AN: Once again I apologize for the delay, I have gotten back into WoW and got obsessed with that for a few days after midterms (stuck at Avatar in Heroic ToS). But I am back on track and should have a chapter out in the next few days.