Hi my so faithful reviewers... what's up? Hmm… I'm writing this on Christmas Eve. (I lied, after that I gave up, now it's Christmas at 6:12 in the morning and my parents are all my god… you're fifteen, sixteen in January, and your acting worse about Christmas that your four year old nephew! Go back to sleep… All I said was that I actually woke up at 5 am. Least I didn't wake them up then. Geeze, my parents are sooooo lame, they never opened Christmas presents until seven. SEVEN!)

By the way, I checked my e-mail! You people who reviewed are awesome! And, Creative Touch, I know… the Potter's were attacked on the 31st, so yes, she SHOULD have found him on the 1st of November, but in my little world in my head, it happened a day early, so therefore Jason/Harry was given up on Halloween, so now he has a cool birthday! To KatrinaMP as for future ships, yes, eventually! But not now, Jason/Harry is only eleven. As for Panther, donaldduetsch, and Luna, Jason/Harry wasn't recognized and maybe won't be for a while, you will find out why soon enough and I haven't decided when to have Jason's secret identity revealed, if it ever is. But, all will come in good time.3

This Chapter: Jason and James go shopping for Hogwarts supplies and Jason gets scared for life by a cruel James.

"The Chronicles of Fayt"

Liberate

Jason Black's POV

July 20th, 1991

Diagon Alley

He stared at the brick wall in front of him, then looked at James, then back at the wall, then back to James as he realized that this had to be a joke. "This is Diagon Alley? This is where I get my supplies for Hogwarts? Real funny James, now actually take me to wherever I get my stuff." He said very dryly and sarcastically to his brother as he stared dead ahead at the wall.

"Yeah, doesn't look like much huh, but watch and be amazed my lil' bro. This will be your first real experience with magic." James said dramatically as he whipped out his wand. Jason immediately backed up against the wall, with James luck, he was about to be blown up. He'd known about magic since he was five, James had told him about magic before he'd left for Hogwarts, and after all, it'd be weird if owls just started showing up. When the letters first came, it took him a long time to read them and his letters were… messy to say the least, it took him forever to write James back. His brother later told him that he'd helped him pick up chicks since everybody said it was "so sweet" how he wrote this surrogate little brother of his and that they apparently loved his scrawled kid-print replies.

James then tapped his wand in seemingly random places. Then it happened. The bricks started to jump around, moving and rearranging to create a tall, vaulted archway in what used to be a solid brick wall. He then started to all-out gape at the alley beyond, tall buildings nearly blocked out the light as they bent overhead, in some places they were almost touching. People bustled about as they went shopping, buying flying broomsticks, two-headed ferrets, newts eyes, salamander scales, beetle eyes, cauldrons, even books that fought back! James tugged him along the alley as he continued along, staring wide-eyed at everything around him.

"C'mon bro, we gotta hit the bank, the school set up an account for you with a hundred gallons in it, and I'll tell you now, it may seem like a lot right now, but wands can be pricey." James explained as they maneuvered down the alley. A massive building then came into sight, and it was impressive, rising above the alley, rising several stories above all the rest, and it was pristine white, it was, amazing. "That's Gringotts, the wizarding bank, it's huge huh? The goblins are big on opulence, grandeur, they love being rich and showing it off to everybody around." James explained. Jason could only stare until one though sunk in.

"Wait a sec, goblins? As in tiny short midget people with green skin, who like, eat babies or whatever?" He asked.

"Yes on short and green-ish, but only giants and trolls eat babies, besides, we have them mostly controlled, babies haven't been on the menu for the magical creatures for a long time. Only the renegades eat babies now days Jason." James said, an actually serious look on his face, needless to say it more than creeped him out.

"You're shitting me!" He almost yelled. "Babies get eaten!"

"Only rarely, like once every couple of years, and then there more like toddlers who were camping and wandered off into a group of hungry giants and trolls." By the time James finished his short macabre lesson of sorts they'd reached the bank where James went up to the nearest free goblin and waited for a second until the goblin looked up.

"Yes? What can I help you with, sirs?" He hissed at them, obviously the goblins weren't very big on customer support or anything along the lines of being remotely polite.

"Uh, yeah, me an' Jason here need to make withdrawals from our Hogwarts funds." James told the goblin.

"Very well. GRIPHOOK!" The not so nice goblin practically screamed at another slightly smaller goblin whom scurried over. "Escort these two, gentleman to their Hogwarts accounts, Griphook."

"Yes sir Mangleclaw." Griphook told him. "This way sirs." Griphook said as he lead them over to a system of what struck him as mining carts used in movies like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. The gobbling hopped in and motioned for them to join him in the cart, and he uncertainly hopped in as his brother did so and sat on the hard benches. The cart the lurched forward and he resisted the urge to shout in ecstasy, this reminded him of the time some man donated a lot of money the orphanage in order to send them to the amusement parks for a day. He'd ridden the roller coasters all day, and this was like them, except WAY more fun, on this "roller coaster" he wasn't strapped in, he could fly out at any moment. The ride then ended and he lurched forward.

"Keys?" The goblin asked as he stepped out.

"Oh, uh…" James dug around in his pockets for a minute as he tried to locate their vault keys. Normally a teacher would have it since it was his first time doing all this, but James was taking him so they made an exception, and the exception wasn't a good idea since James looked like he lost the keys. "Here they are! Found 'em, damn little buggers!" He said as he thankfully pulled out two small keys and gave them to the goblin that walked over and stuck it in the slot and twisted, revealing a small mound of gold which James quickly emptied into already slightly full pouch. He them stepped out and the goblin shut the door and stuck the second key into, revealing an identical pile to the one James had just emptied and James once again emptied the vault.

"How the hell…?" He wondered out loud, confused as to how an already emptied vault filled up again.

"It's magical; the door reads the key and opens to the correct vault, so our keys lead to different vaults." James explained.

"For a human, you seem knowledgeable of our inner workings Mr. Thompson." Griphook commented.

"Yeah, I guess." James said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Several minutes later found them outside of a small run-down shop with dingy windows and a weather-beaten sign that read "Olivander's." He peered at the shop and looked up at James. "You sure we should buy my wand here? It looks… run down."

"Yeah, and so do you stupid." James said. He then looked down at his faded jeans that were thread-bare at the knees and frayed at the cuffs, his beaten-up slightly stained shirt that was extremely thin from all the washings and finally down at his dirty, frayed and worn-out tennis shoes, then back up to James.

"It ain't my fault you great big ass." He retorted.

"No, but still, you're getting' your wand here unless you want a shit wand, so quit your bitchin' and suck it up you damn baby." James said while steering him into the dimly lit shop.

"Ah, James Thompson, yew, dragon heartstring, 15 inches, good all around wand, very good for transfiguration. A powerful wand too, I expect you're taking good care of it?" A voice said from behind him he jumped and spun around to face a grinning old man who seemed to remember the exact wand he sold James. In answer to the old man's question James pulled out his wand and handed it to the man. "Hmm, a bit smudged and dirty, but no major scratches or dings in it, nothing a good polish can't fix. But your wand isn't why you two boys are here is it?" He said, peering at him while giving James his wand back. "Mr.… Black is it?" He said grinning… like he knew Black wasn't his real last name. "Come for your first wand have you? Well, let's see what I can do for you know will we?" He said, waving his hand as a measuring tape started measuring every inch of him, even parts that seemed insignificant, like the size of his pinky nail. After all, how would that apply to his wand? "Right handed I presume?" Olivander asked.

"Yeah," He said as he was handed a wand.

"Wave it around a bit, test it out Mr. Black." He commanded and he started to wave it Olivander grabbed it.

"No, no good." He muttered. As he went around handing him wand after wand, and snatching each one in turn back, muttering to himself and getting happier after every failed wand. The crazy old man must love challenges. Finally, after waving nearly fifty wands and blowing several seemingly useless objects up and knocking over several displays he was handed a wand. "Mahogany, twelve inches, a dual core, dragon heartstring and phoenix tail feather, a very powerful wand with no real weakness and very good for charms, shields and most offensive hexes. I expect great things from the owner of this wand, I have to say, it's one of my best, and a powerful wand always chooses a powerful wizard Mr. Black."

He loved his wand, the second he picked it up, a warm feeling spread from his hand to his entire body, the wand felt like it was almost humming with power, and the second he waved it silver and gold sparks shot out of the tip in a bright shower. "Alright little man, little nice display there. How much for the wand Mr. Olivander?" James asked.

"Hmm, thirteen gallons for that one." Olivander replied as James got out the drawstring pouch and handed over the amount and they walked out, going to a store that sold trunks in order to get one to put the rest of his stuff in.

"Alright then, books then. Let me see your list, if it hasn't changed much since I was in school then you can use mine and not buy new books which means if you use my old cauldron as well… I worked part-time this summer…hmm, I think we can get new robes, potions supplies and…. Hmm, yeah, it'll work." He said, mostly thinking out loud. "Lemme see your list Jason." He said, then he looked it over. "All the books except the defense one are the same so we'll get my books and your defense book, then get robes, the potions supplies and we'll be pretty much done Jason. They fought through the crowd to get to the book store then pushed around to get their books before paying and leaving quickly, the book store was packed and they were practically suffocating in there. Thankfully the clothes store was mostly empty and he and James were immediately put on stools to be sized for robes. The owner did up his as the assistant seemed quite taken with James and was practically molesting him, James didn't find it very funny. However, he practically was falling off his stool with laughter as James stood on his, squirming uncomfortably as the assistant continued to shamelessly attack him, well, flirt with him at least. After the sizing was done the shop owner, Madam Malkin, told them it would be half an hour before she was done. James took off and handed him the money before leaving to get potions supplies and finish the shopping trip for the day.

Thirty-five minutes later Madam Malkin returned with two bags with several set of clothes for them as well as two pairs of shoes. "Three sets of robes for each of you, your brother' with Ravenclaw Crests, yours with Hogwarts Crests, as well as five Hogwarts uniforms to go under the robes, once again, you brother's in Ravenclaw blue and silver and yours in the Hogwarts colors, they change later to match your house dear. Oh! Yes, two pairs of Hogwarts shoes, one for each of you." She told him confirming the order. "Anything else?"

"Umm, no, I think that's it." He replied, holding out the money James gave him, waiting for the change. Just then the bells above the door went off and James walked in.

"Got our stuff Jason, let's go, we got one more stop." James told him.

"What? I thought you said that was it! No more shopping for today!" He whined as they left the store, heading towards the bank, the opposite direction he wanted to go. He gave a dramatic sigh as James pulled him along, ignoring his feeble attempts to dissuade him from the torture he was hell bent on avoiding.

"You'll like the next shop we're heading to so shut up." His brother said with a grin.

"I doubt it." He grumbled.

"Oh, trust me for once Jason, I love the place we're heading too, it's by far the best store in the alley, it's called Quality Quidditch Supplies. That's where we buy brooms, quaffles, bludgers, pads for the games, seeker glove and of course, golden snitches." James continued to ramble on about Quidditch, he loved the sport, he played chaser, even though he preferred seeker, it's just the current seeker was friends with the captain, so he got the job instead. Really, it wasn't fair, but, the seeker and captain both graduated, leaving an open chaser and seeker position for James to get the spot.

After fighting though the crowds once again they got to the shop and started to fight through an even bigger mob to see the front display. In the window was something called a Nimbus 2000, all the people were talking about it, apparently it was the best broom on the market. It looked it, from the sleek polished handle to the perfectly aerodynamic twigs of the tail, it looked fast. (Well, as fast as a broom can.) It would probably never cease to make him laugh that people flew on brooms, the way James described the feeling of it, he wanted to try. And, he wanted that broom, it looked cool. It looked awesome. James tugged on his sleeve and dragged him inside the shop.

"Sorry I dragged you here but I really need new pads badly, and boy do I mean badly Jason." I've been trying to avoid it, but I can't anymore, that's the reason I got the job a waiter this summer. I've been saving up; I think I can afford the not cheap bottom of the line ones this time." With that James wandered off to go find his game pads and he started to wander around, looking at all the brooms and gear on display, and it looked cool. He wanted it, but he knew he wasn't getting it anytime soon. Ten minutes later James found him and said they had to leave.

"Where's your stuff James?" He asked, seeing as James had no stuff with him.

"Huh? Oh, the gear? They're going to owl it to Hogwarts since they were out of stock of the gear I wanted." James explained as they weaved through the slightly thinning crowd back towards the Leaky Cauldron. They exited the alley and went back into Muggle London and walked a few blocks to the bus stop. After sitting down on the benches to wait for the bus they continued to talk, mostly about nothing though, they couldn't talk about the magical world here. They rode the bus most of the way home and got off and James helped him haul his stuff into his room.

"Won't they notice that I'm hauling around a trunk?" He asked once inside his room.

"No, there are spells on it to make it go unnoticed by muggles." James explained as he grabbed his books to take them to his room and lock them away. "I'll be back with your books Jason." Jason said as he walked out the door. Jason then leaned back and let his minor disguise fade away, his scar moved from his chest up to his forehead and his eyes went back to bright green and his jaw became less square-ish as his cheek bones became more angular. He was lucky nobody had noticed he'd had his "Unfamous" face on. That would be the face he wore at Hogwarts. James had put two and two together when he heard stories of "The Boy Who Lived" at school and for some insane reason the math added up to Jason. He'd kind of freaked out when he found out the past, but it gave him a good feeling, he now knew that his mom and dad did care about him, they hadn't just given him up. They'd died to protect him, they'd loved him.

James then barged in, disrupting his thoughts, arms laden with some heavy, very boring looking books, bound in leather and only slightly worn. "Took off your 'little mask' Jason?" James asked.

"Yeah," He replied.

"You can keep it on at Hogwarts full-time then, right?" James asked.

"Yes, I've told you a million times, the scar and eye color are easy! The only remotely difficult part is the face, and it's only hard to change, the upkeep is easy James, it's like… breathing. Easy, besides, I change my hair full-time, I never take it off." He told his overly concerned annoying brother.

"I know, but I can't find much on Metamorphagi and I don't know for sure how long you can keep all of that stuff up Jason." James explained.

"Yeah…" He muttered.

They talked for a little while after that, they got in a minor scuffle too. That ended up with both of them exhausted and with Jason getting lucky and twisting both of James' arms so he was pinned face down with him on James' back.

Ahh…. Brotherly love.

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Well, I hope that answered some questions (and maybe it brought up new ones) and as for the wand, the wand picks the wizard, right? So, Jason isn't like Harry was in Philosopher's Stone, therefore they have different wands.

As like last chapter, review, flame, whatever you want!