[Hogwarts.]

Nate exited the horseless carriage, he had been riding from the station to the metal door that represented the entry into the grounds of Hogwarts.

He was walking beside George, discussing the product he would be selling in their owl order catalogue.

"So what does it do?" Weasley asked Nate.

"Well, it is a tool called, ' Sonitus Luminum'. It allows a person to project images and sounds from their imagination." Nate had scrapped up the whole thing after storming his head three days on things that would sell nicely and won't require a lot of time manufacturing.

"Like inside your bed?" Weasley asked.

"That, on a much smaller scale and on a single wall." It was a very small but powerful projector, that could act as a very poorly made pensieve.

A normal pensieve did not just show one's memories, it processed the memory to get any and all details of it right, it allowed people to see beyond just the surface and investigate their memories deeply. These things could show you the words written on a piece of paper if you so much as glanced at it during the actual events.

"For how much?" George asked.

"Forty Galleons a piece." Nate shrugged as pensieves went upwards of a thousand galleons.

"Isn't that a bit too expensive?" George asked since most of their products were in sickles and there were only a few that were above a galleon.

"The only thing that even comes close to this thing is above a thousand galleons. This, here is a cheap alternative to it."

' The fact that it is rapidly enchanted also plays a large role in even suggesting it.' It took Nate about five minutes to make one and he could make about ten in an hour.

George nodded then added, "I will talk to Fred, we would need twenty prepared for selling."

Nate said, "I will enchant an advertisement for the owls to carry from the owlery. It would be free advertisements as they spread the pamphlet."

George nodded, "Great Idea. I always thought that Hogwarts could gain additional funding if they made use of those owls."

Nate smiled at the joke as they stepped inside the Great Hall.

Nate made his way towards his seat at the head of the table. As he was just about to take his seat, it was occupied by one, Percy Weasley.

"Mr Weasley, you are sitting on my seat," Nate said politely.

Weasley turned around and looked at him, "I did not know that you could reserve the seat," Weasley's tone was polite in its reply.

"I have been sitting here for the past two years. Every meal and every feast." Nate said.

"It still does not change the rules, Mr Grey, which stated, might I remind you, quite clearly that I can sit on any of the seats unless at the beginning-of-year feast where I have to sit at the table which the sorting hat has assigned me." The prefect stated clearly.

"This seat has been used by me for the past two years Mr Weasley, surely you aren't impolite enough to take this seat from me?" Nate had tried being diplomatic.

"No, I am a prefect, Mr Grey, it is my duty to uphold the rules, I can't allow a troublemaker to do as they please. Why don't you take a seat here the sorting ceremony is about to begin." The infuriating boy smiled as he flashed his badge.

Nate smiled back, employing occlumency to his limits, "Of course." and Nate took a seat at Percy's side.

' I am going to make this wanker regret messing with me," Nate thought viciously.

The sorting began as it went in canon and this time as well, Potter was sorted in Gryffindor.

Harry Potter took the seat beside Nate and was looking around in wonder, giving not-so-subtle glances, towards the Gryffindor ghost.

Nate smiled and asked, "The one you are looking at is 'Nearly Headless- Nick'. He is Gryffindor's resident ghost."

"Nearly?" Harry asked cluelessly.

"He was killed by decapitation but the work was not done properly." Nate's words elicited a horrified fascination in the raven-haired boy's eyes.

Nate added, "Name's Nate Grey, by the way."

Harry nodded in understanding.

As they were talking, the sorting ended and Dumbledore began his speech.

" Good evening, students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I am Albus Dumbledore, your headmaster, and I welcome you to this new academic year.

Before we begin, I have a few notices. Firstly, the Forbidden Forest is strictly off-limits to students. It's a dangerous place, and you are not to venture into it under any circumstances.

Secondly, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is also off-limits. It is guarded by a three-headed dog that is there for a very important reason. Do not attempt to breach this security, as the consequences could be dire.

And finally, Quidditch trials will be held in two weeks' time. If you wish to try out for your house team, please speak to your head of house.

Now, back to the matter at hand. This year at Hogwarts, you will encounter challenges, magic, and new experiences that will stay with you for a lifetime. Use your magic wisely, and always with the intention of doing good.

Hogwarts is a place of learning, growth, and adventure. You will make friends that will last a lifetime, and you will learn valuable lessons that will shape the rest of your life. Cherish every moment, and make the most of every opportunity.

So, let's make this year the most magical one yet! Welcome to Hogwarts, and let the feast begin!" he than looked around and said, " Nitwit! Oddment! Blubber! Tweak!", the effect from the names of house elves was immediate as Nate felt the breeze of magic that went past him thanks to the food being switched with air.

He heard Potter taking a sharp breath at the food's appearance.

"Magic is a beautiful thing, Harry. It flows through all life." Nate said gently to the orphan.

The boy nodded gently and whispered, "I know."

' Magic is the only reason Harry got freedom from the Dursleys. And freedom was a drug that one could not get enough of.' Nate thought to himself.

"You should study as hard as you can, your parents were brilliant, they would have wanted you to succeed. You might think that you are just a normal boy, but magic can make the most normal of things magical Harry. Never let anybody tell you, you can't be great."

"My parents?"

"Lily and James Potter were prodigies. Your mother, a genius in potions and charms while your father, in Transfiguration."

"But I don't think I am good at magic, Nate." The boy said looking mortified.

"It would be weird if you were, but let me tell you, you should still master a single branch of magic, can't have you looking bad in front of all your fans now, can we?" Nate smiled at him.

The boy just ducked his head in embarrassment. Nate watched Harry Potter, The-boy-who-lived act like the child he was.

The boy's peace was shattered however when he flinched and grabbed the scar on his head.

' He is here. Fate really is a cruel mistress.' Nate glanced discreetly so as to not alarm the new DADA professor, Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort going by Potter's reaction.

' Legend huh?' Nate looked at the boy in thought.