Disclaimer: I do not and will never own Harry Potter.
By the way, just before we begin, all the changes are for no other reason than to make an interesting story. _
Harry Potter And The Origin of Magic!
Arc 1: Salazar's Secret Chamber
Chapter 1: a whole new (Magical) world.
31St July 1993
Harry Potter was lonely.. Sure he liked his alone time and wasn't very social by nature but 12 years of almost total isolation is not recommended, not even a little.
But then again Harry supposed he deserved it, maybe his relatives were right when they called him weird, whenever he got angry, upset, or really happy, basically whenever he felt any strong emotions, Harry would make strange things happen. He had turned his teachers hair blue, talked to snakes ( his only friends really), made glass vanish, shattered windows and once he'd even teleported!
He'd never managed to learn what these powers were, but that didn't mean he couldn't control them. Well he couldn't really control, control them but he could do little things like levitate objects and summon things to him. That was it sadly.
However, Harry was excited. About a week ago an owl had handed him a letter stating that he could go to a school for MAGIC! If only he sent a reply by owl, so he ripped a page out of his school books and scribbled a note saying that he knew nothing of the magical world and if he could have a guide.
The reply he got a day later stated that on his birthday he would be taken to Diagon Alley.
Despite knowing next to nothing on magic Harry was all for jumping head first into this new magical world.
And so here he was sitting in his cupboard awaiting whoever Professor McGonagall had sent him.
He heard a knock on the door and he left his cupboard in his nicest clothes, even though they were still technically rags he'd been wearing since he was 11.
He opened the door to find an old man in colourful robes that clashed with his appearance.
"Hello, come in please Mr…" Harry said gesturing inside.
"Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore." The old Man-Dumbledore said
"As in the Headmaster of Hogwarts?" Harry asked and then his blood ran cold.
"Who are you?" Boomed, the large fat man Harry called Vernon, Harry refused to call the obese bastard uncle.
"Ah Hello Mr. Dursley, I'm Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Professor Dumbledore said Calmly
Vernon turned puce, he was enraged. How dare he come and dirty my house!
"GET YOUR KIND OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Vernon thundered.
"Very well, me and Harry shall be going now" The Professor stated seemingly unaffected.
The Professor guided Harry outside and Harry followed obediently, hardly containing his excitement.
"So, Mr.Potter, what do you know of the magical world?" Professor Dumbledore inquired with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Well… Uh nothing really, just what my letter told me." Harry said nervously.
"Ah, well then we have as much to discuss as we have to do then." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Yes Sir" Harry agreed readily.
"Let's start with the most important thing then, what do you know of your parents Harry?" The Old Professor asked
"They were unemployed drunkards that died in a car crash" Harry stated matter of factly, what could he do about it though this had been recited to him for as long as he could remember.
The Professor muttered something unintelligible before saying
"Well whoever told you that was sorely mistaken, your parents were good people, great friends of mine in fact. 13 or so years ago the Wizarding world was at the height of a war this war was based on blood purity, one side thought that blood didn't matter while the other side did.You see, some people back then and to this day believe those with magic born to muggles are inferior to those born to Wizards and Witches." Dumbledore explained.
"Your parents had become targets for the leader of the blood purity side and were hunted down and killed by the leader. He also tried to kill you but somehow you and you alone survived with nothing more than a scar" He continued pointing at Harry's scar.
"Wha-How-why?" Harry mumbled in confusion
"That's the thing no one knows how, furthermore you survived that night with that scar your attacker however disappeared, some say he died, I however believe he's still out there biding his time waiting for the right opportunity to come back." Professor Dumbledore answered darkly
"Oh-I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that." Harry stared blankly and Professor Dumbledore chuckled.
"I don't think anyone would know how my boy," Professor Dumbledore said, patting Harry's shoulder.
"Oh, well thanks, I guess?" Harry said awkwardly
"No problem my boy." Professor Dumbledore said with a quiet chuckle
There was an awkward silence for a moment before Harry said
"So how do you learn magic?" Harry asked.
"Well one needs a wand to help channel the magic and then they need three things;
Incantation, wand movement and intent, well you really only need intent but the first two help fuel intent." Dumbledore explained.
"So what if one could do magic without a wand?" Harry asked.
"Well that is very difficult indeed however not impossible. The people who can do strong wandless magic are known as Sorcerers. Most common witches and Wizards are known as Mages or Magus, the ancient term for us." Dumbledore explained.
"Oh so… I can do this!" Harry exclaimed as he pointed his finger at a rock and channelled his magic through his arm and the rock shakily flew into his hand.
"Oh my! What a surprise indeed, it seems like your mother you have felt your gift during accidental magic and learnt somewhat basic control over it, not to worry about how shaky it was my boy, most Mages these days don't know how to do even that!" Professor Dumbledore explained excitement filling up his voice.
"Oh er thanks Professor" Harry said blushing slightly.
"Don't be shy Harry-Can I call you Harry?- you should be proud." Professor Dumbledore said with a knowing look in his bright blue twinkling eyes.
"Yes Sir!" Harry said slightly more confidently
They walked further down the street for a bit until Dumbledore came to a stop.
"Now Harry we wizards and Witches have many strange and uncomfortable ways of travelling and this is one of them." Dumbledore said drawing and then raising his wand before a loud Bang! Sound was heard and a big purple triple-Decker bus appeared before them.
"Hello I'm Stan Shunpike and welcome to the Knight-Bus I'll be your conductor this morning. How may I help you?" the conductor said, looking at a piece of parchment and recited what was written down.
"We'd like to go to The Leaky Cauldron." Dumbledore said
The Conductor looked up.
"Blimey, it's Albus Dumbledore! And who is this young lad-" The conductor's eyes darted to Harry's scar "by Merlin, it can't be, it's Harry Potter!" The conductor gushed excitedly
Professor Dumbledore looked slightly amused before coughing lightly to get the attention of the Conductor.
"Oh right-er well 13 sickles each thank you." The man said hurriedly. Harry idly wondered why the man could recognise him and why he was known Professor Dumbledore took out 26 of these small silver coins and they boarded the bus.
They got seats near the front and Harry voiced his earlier thoughts.
"Well, when one has defeated a dark lord as a baby, one would think he'd be well known would they not." Dumbledore said with an amused chuckle.
"So I'm famous for something I don't remember doing, strange…" Harry said annoyed at the thought of being famous.
"Strange how the minds of us magical folk work isn't it?" Dumbledore said, his lips slightly twitching upward in amusement.
"Yes er, maybe—no?" Harry said in confusion
Dumbledore just chuckled merrily and left it at that.
Ten minutes later and they were at their destination, the 'Leaky Cauldron'
So our young Hero and his rather confusing Professor stepped through the door of an old decrepit looking pub. On the inside however it was filled with magic. Staff were levitating the tables and chairs while they cleaned, the plates of food followed behind the waiter that carried the drinks. People wore a large range of coloured robes from Black to purple to red all sorts of interesting patterns and crests were featured on these absurd (for Harry at least) clothes.
There was silence when somebody in the pub shouted "It's Albus Dumbledore!"
And then it was met with even more silence when someone pointed out "Dumbledore never does home visits, that means that's Harry Potter!"
"Oh Shit" Harry muttered.
"While I do not condone such language my boy I agree we have caused quite the ruckus, let's move on, quickly now!" Dumbledore exclaimed, his smile not quite reaching his eyes as his familiar twinkle dulled for a moment until it all sprang back into life as he led Harry on throughout the pub.
They carefully manoeuvred through the crowd, Harry being forced to stop every second or so to shake someone's hand.
They got to the edge of the pub and out of the back door into the space that separates the Leaky Cauldron from Diagon Alley.
"Ahh Albus I see you are fashionably late as usual" An old stern looking witch said her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Professor Dumbledore whitened significantly before saying
"Well, sorry my boy but our time is up, Harry this is Professor McGonagall, Minerva this is Harry. Good day!" He said hurriedly in a poor imitation of his usual cheeriness before he turned and disappeared on the spot.
The stern Professor smiled fondly for a second before shaking her head.
"That man" She muttered quietly enough that Harry barely caught it.
"Well then, let's get going shall we?" Professor McGonagall said coldly, her stern facade returning to her face.
"Erm, yes sure Professor let's go" Harry replied offhandedly.
Professor McGonagall then proceeded to tap the specific bricks required to open the Alley with her wand.
The bricks folded itself into the walls on each side revealing a beautiful alley with crowds of people in robes of all colours, the shops looked very old fashioned but shiny as if brand new.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley!" Exclaimed Professor McGonagall with unusual cheer in her voice.
As Harry and Professor McGonagall walked down the street, Harry observed the many shop's displays and was fascinated by each and every single one of them.
And then it came to him as they passed all these brilliant shops. How was he to pay for it all?
Oh no.
"Erm Professor, this is all lovely but how am I supposed to pay for all the things I need?" Harry asked, uncertainty clear in his voice and his body shook with nerves.
"Well you don't really think your parents left you nothing do you?" Professor McGonagall asked almost rhetorically.
"Er well no—but i haven't been informed of any money I possess" Harry replied
"Well, you Mr.Potter, are the sole heir to the Potter family and are due to inherit quite a sum when you turn 17." Professor McGonagall explained
"Until then, you have a Trust Vault to help you until you come of age. Each vault lies deep underground, the deeper the vault the more important you are to the goblins." The Professor finished speaking to a confused Harry who was now less confused than before but still very confused.
They came to a really tall white marble building with ugly little things that had pointed ears stationed outside presumably to protect the place.
"What are those?" Harry asked quietly
"Goblins, they run the bank and are responsible for most if not all of Wizard kind's money." Professor McGonagall replied.
Above the door was a poem/threat carved into the shiny white marble, it went like…
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
Harry gulped, he felt a chill run down his spine.
They walked through the large doors and came into the main lobby. There were chandeliers hanging in rows across the room lighting up the room as if the sun itself was shining above them. The chandeliers bathed them in brilliant light and Harry half expected to be blinded by the light.
There were many tellers on each side and some in a row at the far side of the room forming a rectangle but missing one of its lengths.
Behind the ones at the far side was a locked gate that had about 20 locks with an even more secure vault behind it, Harry presumed this was for people that didn't want to go down to their vaults every time they wanted some money.
"Hem, hem!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed before she spoke "Mr. Potter wishes to make a withdrawal from his trust vault, here is his key" As she spoke she handed over a small golden key that looked plain and very intricate at the same time.
The Goblin examined the key for a minute before smiling greedily at him.
"Well then Mister Potter, please do follow me" The Goblin ordered in a sickly sweet voice that still managed to seem gruff and threatening at the same time.
Professor McGonagall followed without any hesitation but Harry cautiously followed, The goblin seemed so fake, like the Dursley's when they have important people over.
Harry didn't think he was important but then he had apparently killed a dangerous dark lord many people feared…Hold on didn't that make him a celebrity…oh gods please save me I can't be dragged into doing interviews or autograph signings. Harry thought grumpily
Harry and the stern Professor were introduced to a Goblin named Griphook that would take him down to his vault.
Griphook, took Harry and Professor McGonagall to an elevator that was slow and boring down underground until it stopped suddenly and as the elevator doors opened Harry saw a…cart? Perhaps, who knows with this crazy magical world.
Griphook quickly checked if the cart was in working order before gesturing to the weird seat things on the side of the cart and Professor McGonagall sat down, Harry followed her lead.
Fifteen minutes later Harry was red-faced, puffing and was really really looking forward to doing that again!
They walked up to a vault and the goblin said "Welcome to Vault 687 the Potter trust fund" the goblin paused for a moment presumably to take a breath. "Key please" the goblin requested.
Professor McGonagall handed over the key and the goblin unlocked the vault, the door's locks opened slowly and one could hear many little clicks. The goblin gestured at Harry and slowly and cautiously he walked forward toward the door. He opened the round door and almost fainted…who wouldn't when someone goes from poor to rich so fast! Harry thought.
Harry then realised he had no way to carry his money so he asked for one.
"Do you have any bags or anything I can use to take money with me?" Harry asked nervously.
Griphook grunted in acknowledgment and an evil glint in his eye made Harry shiver.
"Well Gringotts provides a range of services for our customers, we have Cheque Books, Money pouches with a limit of 70 Galleon withdrawals at a time and a Key that kind of works like a muggle credit card only the Key isn't very secure and would not recommend using this service as of yet" Griphook explained his face forming a sickly sweet smile that almost made Harry vomit.
"I would like a Cheque book and a Money Pouch please Griphook" Harry requested eager to move on and buy his school supplies and perhaps a little extra…
And so Harry took a pocket full of Galleons and they all went back up to the lobby.
Griphook yelled at a nearby goblin in gobbledygook and within five minutes Harry had his Cheque book and Money pouch ready to go.
"All you have to do is say the amount you want and catch the money that comes out." The Goblin explained happily.
"And now all I need you to do is sign a consent form allowing us to take the money for your purchases from your vault" Griphook said as he pushed a piece of parchment and a red quill over to Harry.
Harry confused asked where the ink was, one was supposed to write in ink with a quill weren't they? Harry thought.
"Oh no that quill uses your blood Mr. Potter" Professor McGonagall butted in helpfully.
Harry blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice.
"MY BLOOD?!" Harry cried
"Yes, your blood Mr Potter" said Griphook as though it was the most normal thing.
"Oh…well I guess I have no choice in the matter then." Harry said before reading through the contract and not noticing anything off Harry scratched his name down on the parchment and signed it.
"Good everything is in order Mister Potter good luck and have a nice day" The goblin at least tried to sound nice but it came out as more threatening than kind.
"Erm…yeah thanks for your kindness and fair treatment of me" Harry replied nervously shifting on the spot.
And so the soon to be student and the stern Professor made their way up the Alley buying supplies as they went when they got to madam Malkins the robe shop Harry got his school uniforms and got some other more casual black, green and grey robes.
They decided to go to Ollivander's and then get his books to give him time to decide whether he wanted a pet or not.
The bell above the shop chimed as they opened the old shiny door.
"Ahh Hello Mister Potter I have been expecting you for quite some time now" Mr Ollivander said with a small smile.
After a little confusion over which hand was Harry's wand hand and then measurements they began trying wands…
"Fir wood, unicorn hair 11 inches here try this…nope, nope definitely not." The wand maker said.
"Ash, Dragon Heartstring 13 inches give it a flick." The wandmaker commanded.
Harry flicked the wand and everything went out of control. Books flying everywhere, wands shooting sparks, glass shattering.
"Reparo" Mr Ollivander cast muttering under his breath.
"Okay I think we need a more interesting pair for you Mr.Potter how about…Ah yes this may do the job. Oak, Phoenix feather 10 inches. Give it a wave" The wandmaker said more to himself than to Harry
As Harry gave it a wave it emitted weak sparks.
"Ah ha! So it's either Oak wood or Phoenix feather let's see…" The wandmaker started.
And off they went it took an hour of trying wands with oak or Phoenix feather combinations until they got the right one.
"Perhaps, yes this…this may be the one we have been looking for here take it-" Harry grasped the dark brown wand with black swirls all over that covered the simple stick shape of the wand. "-Holly, Phoenix feather, 11 inches and unyielding. Quite the combination you have there, Mister Potter" Mr Ollivander said excitedly.
As Harry gripped the bottom of the wand firmly he felt warmth spread through his arm almost like his wandless magic, the warmth spread quickly over his body like a protective blanket-this feeling of warmth was power, Magical Power. That for some reason made him happy, he was powerful! But then…no he couldn't do well in school that would alert the Dursley's and they would beat him up.
But then again when he thought about it , how were they to know of Wizarding grades and who's to say Wizarding grades are the same as muggles?
If he wanted to do his best in school he'd have to research.
Harry was brought out of his stupor by Professor McGonagall announcing that they were going to Flourish and Blotts and that he should pay.
"How much for my wand sir?" Harry asked
"7 Galleons please Mr. Potter" Ollivander requested.
Harry paid and left the shop with Professor McGonagall after bidding Mr. Ollivander goodbye.
When they entered Flourish and Blotts nobody paid any kind and Harry was very glad for that after the spectacle in the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry got his school books and the muggle-born introductory books recommended by Professor McGonagall still undecided about getting a pet so he requested to browse some books.
That was when he met Mr. Flourish.
"Hello young man, is there anything I can help you with?" The man asked
"Uhh well yes I'm interested in magical history" Harry said nervously.
"The last war related books then?" The man asked in a bored voice.
"Oh no-well maybe but no right now I want books on ancient civilisations that were influenced by magic or even ancient magical civilisations" Harry rambled in excitement and nervousness.
"Oh marvellous, how interesting, yes,yes here we go, here's our history section my boy" The man said, leading Harry over to a bookshelf.
Harry grinned to himself and picked up two books.
As Harry was picking out his books in his own little world he didn't notice his fringe shift slightly, revealing his lightning bolt scar.
Mr. Flourish watched on as the boy shuffled through all the books inspecting them, he picked out two that surprised the man. 'One was on Ancient Egypt and the other was on Stonehenge unless people were travelling they hardly ever purchased those types of book-' The fringe on the boys forehead shifted only to reveal a lightning bolt scar known all across Britain '-s'
The man almost blurred out the boy's name then and there, but no that would be bad business.
Harry Potter The Boy-Who-Lived is an interesting child thought the man as he looked on analysing Harry.
Harry left Flourish and Blotts the proud owner of his school books, the muggle-born introductory booklist and two History books titled
Magical Wonders Of Ancient Egypt!
And
Stonehenge: Magical or Muggle?
Harry had finally decided he wanted an owl in case he needed to order more books or supplies in general.
Harry and Professor McGonagall walked across the street to Eeylops Owl Emporium.
Harry walked in and scoured the cages, he could feel something or someone calling out to him from inside…His eyes came upon a snowy white owl with amber eyes…
The Snowy white Owls' amber eyes came upon his eyes…
In an instant it was decided, silently back and forth Emerald green eyes bore into Amber eyes, it was a conversation of magic…
They were partners now and only in death shall they part…
Harry was on autopilot as he bought the snowy white Owl and all the items required to care for his beautiful new friend he had apparently named Hedwig instinctively during this period, he didn't know when but he did.
Harry arrived back at Privet drive after bidding goodbye to Professor McGonagall who dropped him off near Privet drive by the knight-bus.
Harry dreaded his return to this vile place but what could he do?
As soon as he returned to the house Harry was shoved inside his small cupboard with Hedwig and all his school supplies.
Harry fell into an uneasy sleep that night, dark green flashes haunted his dreams and a pit of dark green liquid with light/dark blue wisps of…something escaped its chained place within that deep pit he envisioned occupied his easier dreams.
His best dream that night was of him just exploring Diagon Alley…This magical world he'd been thrust into was really amazing, something deep inside himself that he'd locked away years ago escaped his curiosity was free once again…
A Whole new (Magical) World
End!
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Acknowledgements
I'd like to thank my Beta-Reader: u/HeartMassive7182, he has helped me make some improvements with the wording of scenes and fixed little grammatical errors I didn't even realise that I made so thanks!