Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, wish I do, though. JK Rowling is the one who owns and wrote the original story, that and any other firms she made contracts with.

The True Journey of Harry Potter

Chapter 20 – The Trials of Intraraja

Silence, utterly silence was down upon the Temple of Empyrean. Harry was still standing with his head bowed. Intraraja conversed silently with his father through their minds while Mistress Fayra made a move to embrace the boy.

"Harry," she called his name, "I know something troubling you. Don't you want to talk about it?"

The boy just shook his head. Hurt by the thought of unworthiness, Harry felt like crying, but he would not cry. He tried to tell himself that he would not, but tears started forming.

"Hush, my child," comforted the Mistress, "remember my words in the evening? That I am proud of you and you already surpassed my expectation."

"As do I, Harry," Master Fane concurred.

"I am sorry," inserted Intraraja, "I was not thinking when I said that, Harry. Can you forgive me?"

Harry looked up and nodded. Tears fell down though he was smiling.

"Alright, then," Master Fane pronounced enthusiastically, "Intra, my son, proceed with your trial."

"Of course, father," Intraraja replied. "I believe that you will leave him with me?"

"Yes," Mistress Fayra said gaining a look of bewilderment from Harry. "Don't worry, child, you'll be fine. We, your Master Fane and me, will just go to the Throne Hall of Empyrean to arrange for a ceremony. We will see each other soon."

Got the reassurance from the Mystic, Harry bade farewell and walked to Intraraja who was waiting by the altar. The boy-wonder was given instruction and details of the trials he was about to face. At last, he was told to touch the altar.

"Remember, Harry," stated Intraraja, "be yourself, do what you think best and never waver from the concept of Intra Legacy. Rule and conquer in fairness and mercy."

With that said, Harry was gone leaving one of his ancestor alone muttering "I hope you have a good trip, my dear heir."

-o0o-

When Harry felt himself materialized again, he found himself standing in the middle of a forest. There was a canal not very far from where he stood. Various wild animals were on the bank of the water drinking or just lazed around. On the other side of the canal, there was a young teen dressing in white tunic carefully filling jugs with the water. Then, the animals started to panic. Harry could feel anxieties in the air. There was a whoosh sound and arrows were seen shot out from a big tree on the other side of the bank. Wind seemed to blow up and one of the arrows was flying back. Unfortunately, it was heading straight to the boy who was watching the scene frightfully. Before Harry could act, the boy was pierced in his abdomen. Blood sprayed and Harry was furious. He released his wings and flew over to the boy and cast the first spell that came into mind.

"Subsisto crudus," Harry intoned. The blood stopped and Harry hastily removed the arrow by waving his hand over it. Seeing the wound, Harry placed his hand on it and let his magical power into it intending to close the wound and heal it. The power rush took quite a bit from Harry telling him that the wound was not as simple as it looked. Another diagnosis spell was cast and Harry found that the arrow was indeed coated with poison. Harry could not help thinking for the worse, he hastily casted 'somnus' to knock his patient into slumber.

Since Harry did not have his usual belongings such as the rucksack full of necessities in his travel with him and he was sure he could not find any bezoar around as he did not even know where he was at the moment, Harry knew the only way to get any antidote would be from the source of the poison. He looked toward the tree where the arrows were shot. There, on the scaffold, sat a man in shock watching him with the look of awe and fright. Harry flapped his wings and took off towards him.

"Behold, hunter," Harry said trying to keep his calm while his blood boiled inside, "you shall hand over the antidote for the poison you used in those arrows of yours."

"D…Deva," stuttered the hunter, "I…I…I don't have it."

That really got Harry to scowl and sneered, "What do you mean you don't have it, fool?" Harry was so furious that the air around him cracked and a ball of fire appeared in his hand.

"It was from a plant in my village," replied the man, "It kills the victim and we don't know how to counter it. We use them to coat our arrows with it and hunt for food." The hunter tried his best to answer, did not dare to anger the entity in front of him more than it was.

"Then, what happens if the villagers got poisoned themselves?" asked Harry, this time started to be intrigued by the said plant.

"There is no cure, Deva," the hunter said, "our villagers died because of it all the time. We all know not to get near them in their time of blossoming. Only the experts handle the extracting the venom and coating them."

"I see, you shall take me to your village and let me have a look at this plant," commanded Harry.

"Yes, Deva," the man nodded before hesitantly asked, "Can I take the animals with me?"

Now, Harry was getting another bout of anger, his eyes flashed dangerously. The hunter saw the look and quickly explained that he was hunting for food. He eventually told Harry that he in fact knew the teenage boy who was shot and could take Harry to the small hut where the boy lived with his blinded parents. Harry started to calm down before letting the hunter gathered his things and the dead animals on the other side of the canal while Harry picked up the poisoned boy and his jugs. By the time the hunter was ready, Harry stood waiting with the sleeping patient floating along with his water jugs. Harry's wings disappeared and he had transfigured his dress into a somewhat normal robe, only the Cloak was left unchanged.

They walked on the path heading to the village and reached the hut where the boy lived in about fifteen minutes. The hunter who seemed to know the family quite well started to apologize to the parents profusely. The parents looked sad and seemed to be disheartened for it was a common knowledge that there was no cure for the poison. When Harry told them that he would try to heal the boy, they were grateful but still seemed resigned. A boy Harry's age was not really capable of this kind of feat in their opinions and Harry determined to show them what he could do. Potions was one of the subject he enjoyed learning and to counter poisons were one of the subject Grandmother Morgana made sure he learnt.

When Harry saw the plant, he let out a smile. It was hydrangea or at least the magical version of it. Harry was sure mundane hydrangea would not be too toxic to cause death. That means this particular plant that grew so area wide was not normal. He observed the area and found what he was looking for.

The villagers were introduced to the 'Deva' as the hunter recounted his story. Harry just shrugged and told them to take him to the villager healers. After being in the village for a few hours, Harry concluded that he was in an ancient time where human being still believed in gods and spirits. He took it as an advantage, but not too extreme. He did not want them to worship him, but merely told them to be careful in whatever they did for there was always consequence.

Harry spent a few days with them and taught the village healers how to cure the poisoned. "Nature," he lectured them, "always gives us resolutions. In our case here, look at the field of these poisonous plants; you will see there are little animal living in the midst. How could they survive the poison while we, human beings, being bigger and should be more resistant could not? Learn from observing the nature and you will live much easier."

It took the healers only a few hours to notice that those little animals like rats and squirrels were in fact affected by the poison, but they would immediately went to eat a small leaf of grasses that grew in the midst of the poisonous plants. The antidote to the poison was extracted from the grasses and administered to the unconscious boy. It seemed Harry's sleeping charm still working all the while he had spent time teaching the healers. The boy immediately threw up once Harry lifted the charm after the antidote was poured down his throat.

Harry spent the next few weeks staying with the cured boy's family teaching him some witchcraft to request helps from the ambient magic and the spirit of Nature. He also spent time with the other villagers, mostly children or teenagers. The next generation of this village would be all fluent in witchcraft and it would develop to fully usages of Magic. A statue of the Deva with wings would be raised in the middle of the village and stood there until a war fell upon them and destroyed the symbol of wisdom that once graced their home.

After bidding farewell to the village as a whole Harry started trekking in the jungle only to be in a clearing with the altar that brought him to this land a month ago. Once he touched the altar, Harry felt the transportation happened to him again.

-o0o-

When he felt his feet touched the ground again, Harry found himself standing in a small island barred of any plants. He looked around in horror as there were bones and rotting corpses of various beings. The ambient energy was not of Magic as he used to, not even the spirit of Nature. The energy was of something depressing, aggressing, haunting, somewhat like the feeling when he learnt necromancy from Grandma Morgana. Harry was lost. Why would the altar bring him here?

Harry was still dazed when he heard a loud splashing sound and saw, to his dismay, a gigantic figure heading towards the island. It had long curly hairs that seemed so disheveled. When the figure was close enough for Harry, he found the giant to be female and naked.

"HMM…" the giantess took an inhale and looked down at Harry. To the boy's surprise, the giantess spoke in Himabhanta language. "WHO ARE YOU, LITTLE ONE? AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"Holy goodness," Harry greeted to be safe, "may your days be prosperous and safe. I'm just a traveler who happens to be dropped here, ma'am. My name is Harry Potter."

"A TRAVELER?" asked the giantess, "AND A HUMAN AS WELL. WHO OR WHAT DROPPED YOU HERE, HARRY POTTER?"

As he had no idea what to do, Harry decided to stick to the truth. "My ancestor, the Intraraja, is testing me for my worthiness, ma'am. I am sent here, but I have no idea why."

To the boy's shock, the giantess laughed. The wind picked up and almost blew Harry away. "INTRARAJA SENT YOU? HE THINKS A MERE BOY LIKE YOU CAN DEFEAT ME?"

Now, Harry was starting to wonder if there is any kind of fraud between his ancestor and this particular giantess. He just asked, "May I inquire of the reason why would the Intraraja want to defeat you?"

"WHAT?" shouted the giantess; she seemed to be perplexed at Harry's question. "DIDN'T HE TELL YOU ANYTHING BEFORE HE SENT YOU HERE?"

"I have no idea," the boy muttered softly, but the entity in front of him heard it just fine. She laughed even harder at that.

"FINE!" she proclaimed and before the boy's eyes, she shifted. Once a huge giantess, there stood a beautiful woman with long silky black hair, black eyes and honey skin. She waved her arms wide spread and Harry was astonished with the scene as the island slowly grew and the beach became those of a tropical island. Bones and corpses were nowhere in sight. The boy uttered the word 'Wow' to the giantess' amusement.

"Let's start anew, young traveler," said the lady, "Holy goodness, may your days be prosperous and safe. I am Bhantur, the Lady of Asura."

"Holy goodness, Lady Bhantur," Harry spoke after calming himself. "My name is Harry Potter and I don't know why I was sent here."

The lady smiled at the boy before walking away telling him to follow. She led him to a small thatched hut. Inside looked like a small potion lab with 3 cauldrons on the stove and a large makeshift table with parchments scattering over it. There were various sizes of containers on a shelf to the side.

"I believe," the lady started, "you're sent here to learn of the source of one of the powers you Intras wield."

"Powers?" asked the boy curiously.

"Yes," she nodded, "Powers so strong and mighty that many succumb to."

Seeing the boy's puzzled look, she sighed. "It seems to me you know nothing about the Intras."

"No, ma'am," the boy shook his head, "I just learnt about my Intra heritage not long ago."

"Then, it would be my duty to tell you of the powers of Intra, then." She said turning to face him. "Come, young Harry, if your arriving without knowing anything shows any indication, it tells me that you are sent here from the time I am not around to tell you personally."

She, then, brought him to a small garden that had 3 wells of some substance filled up. One of the well shone in golden light, another one was silver and the last one was dark, so dark that it seemed no light could penetrate the well. Harry felt energy from those wells and he knew, at least he guessed, those were the sources of the Intras powers. He felt Magic radiant from the gold well, while another power that was very similar to the spirit of Nature from the silver one. The dark well, though, radiated the feeling he felt as soon as he touched the island the first time.

"Intra," said Lady Bhantur, "originally descended from two powerful beings, not entirely humans, but close. From the look on your face, I believe, you have met the two Mystics, Fane Raj and Fayra Rani."

Harry nodded and sat down on a small log the lady pointed for him while she simply sat down in mid-air. Two goblets of water appeared before them and she took one while telling to take one. They will be spending sometimes here.

"Intraraja is their only son and the only one people will know about. But it's not my place to tell you of this history, you will learn them from him later on. Master Fane and Mistress Fayra are very alike in many ways. They looked almost identical; their pasts were also very same. One thing that they are different is that of their accomplishment.

"Master Fane was the first being to travel through dimensions of realms. The most significant one would be the Demon realm where he took down an aristocracy of High Lords of demons freeing lesser ones from slavery. From that realm, he found another type of powers that he knew existed in this realm, but did not expect it to be wieldable. He overcame trials and errors from using this power and was able to set up a module for the power.

"Mistress Fayra, on the other hand, traveled to another realm on her owns. It was the time when Master Fane was unstable with the power he studied, almost insane if I might say so. She went there alone and became the first being from this living realm to visit the realm of the Void. The Void, or the Origin, is where universes start. There was nothing there but emptiness. She did not know why she felt compelled to visit this nothingness. She was about to return when she was drove into the middle of the Void. There, she met 4 entities that resembled the 4 powers of the universes, the Void, Life, Death and Energy. I don't know more of their meeting for that was all Mistress Fayra would say, but she came back more powerful and helped Master Fane out of his obstacles in the power he had been studying.

"Thus became the Powers of Intra, Magic, Divinity and Demonic. Between the three, Demonic is the strongest, but at the same time weaker than Divinity. Divinity seems to be the weakest, but still stronger than Demonic. Magic is the balance. It cannot be defined while the other two are definitely classable. Divinity is the power of Life, of Nature, of Purity. Demonic, though, is the power of Death, of Destruction, of Darkness.

"I, myself, weild 2 powers, Divinity and Demonic. Magic is not within me. I can feel it in my surrounding, but it would not work for me. Magic has deemed me unworthy for what I am. Quite biased, I'd say. Still, I have enough powers as it is.

"You are here," she paused after a long explanation, "not to learn about Divinity and Demonic wielding, but to know of them and to be prepared when you are about to learn."

The boy let the information sank in before nodding understood. She changed from sitting position to stand and tell him to follow her.

"I can see and feel that you have undergone the Purification ritual," she said as they stood in front of the gold well. Harry nodded affirmative. "Magic has judged you. Drink its essence," she told him handing a goblet full of the golden fluid from the well, "let it bathe you."

Harry drank and found it very sweet with a hint of bitterness. He felt completed and his magical core and channel in him grew. Golden light emitted from his body and it faded after a few minutes.

"Now," she led him to another well with silver substance, "Divinity, the power of Life and Holiness, shall grant you another power. Drink and let it bathe you as Magic has done."

Lady Bhantur, then, started to chant in the Angelic. As soon as the silver substance passed through his throat, Harry started to get a glimpse of words from the chanting. He started to understand the language. White light glowed and was gone when the lady stopped. She smiled at him.

"That was easy," she said, "you are now eligible for Divinity power. But we still have one more to go before you can become a true Intra." She took him to the last well. Harry started to feel nauseous and uneasy. The giantess looked at him knowingly. She knew what he was feeling right now. It was the same feeling for everyone who would try to overcome the power of Death.

"Demonic, the power of Death and Darkness, is not a power one should undervalue," she raised a shaking hand holding the dark substance in the goblet. "Strong and destructive," she said while the boy tried his hard to hold his breath and poured it down his throat. Then, she started chanting again in another language he did not understand at first. It came to him as snippets of words to fully formed sentences.

Harry felt his skull cracked, but it was not painful, mere itchy. Fangs sprouted of his lower teeth. His wings also came out, but not the white ones he used to. His pair of wings was black and bat-like. He lifted his hands to touch something on his head, two curved horns.

"A true Intra," muttered Lady Bhantur, "yes, you are now a true Intra, young Harry James Ambrosius Intra Evans Potter."

Harry looked at her in astonishment. She chuckled. "The power of Asura, as it now circulates within you tells me as much, young Harry. Let's go back to the hut." She led him back and taught him to shift back.

Harry spent a few days afterward with her. She taught him a lot about Asura power, as she called the Demonic power. She called Divinity the Deva power. They were the powers of Angel and Demon, Deva and Asura. She, as an Asura, gave him a crash course that would be extended by Master Fane. She was the last of the Asura royalty from the realm of Demon and she did not feel morose about it at all. She said she had left the realm along with Lord Devon, another High Lord from the realm, and some followers. She knew some of her people were still out there somewhere mingled with the local realm counterparts. But no Asura would be a true one without coming to her and none had approached yet.

The altar appeared in front of the hut one day and he said goodbye to the giantess lady. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and information started to come to him. His shocked look brought another smile from the lady. "Since I can't teach you and I'm sure your Master Fane will not be able to teach you all about Asura for he did not know everything. I, as the Lady of Asura, passed down my knowledge and my title as the ruler of Asura to you, young Prince Intra."

Harry gratefully consented, "I, Harry James Ambrosius Intra Evans Potter, accept your knowledge and title as you have granted me, Lady Bhantur. I vow to uphold any responsibility that should come with the power and position."

"Then, go," she said tearfully, "with my blessing, my Asuraj."

-o0o-

When Harry came to his sense again, he was standing alone in the Temple of Empyrean. He was about to walk to the entrance that had let him in from the platform when Intraraja just shimmering appeared before him above the altar.

"Welcome back, young Harry," he said smiling. "How was your trip?"

Harry smiled back shyly before telling his ancestor the stories of his adventure in details. It took about 3 hours before he finished the tale. Intraraja was impressed and congratulated the boy when he heard about Harry's new title. They happily chatted while walking out of the Temple. Instead of stepping on the platform, they passed around and headed straight to another grand door.

"This is the gate to the Throne Hall of Empyrean, Harry," informed the first King. "Come, you will be instated as the Prince of Intra and we are done."

The entrance they made was quite breathtaking. Harry did not notice anything though. For every Intra that was gathering on the floor below them, there was light emitting from both the first King of Intra and the boy they knew as the Prince-to-be. The announcement of the Prince of Intra was well received and everyone cheered their heart content. Even the Arayans were happily shouting their hail.

Harry James Potter had become a real royalty, HRH Harry Intra-Raj, the Prince of Intra.

The introduction will be made known to all realms under the ruling of Intra, the Himbhanta, the Arayan, and the Java. Along with that, MAGE would also be informed, but Harry's true identity would be high confidential data only those in highest ranked group in the organization had access to.

-o0o-

After the accreditation, it was decided that King Devanate should still hold the throne of Bhiman and remained there until the end of his life, which would be quite a long time. The other branches of Intra also found themselves under a strict inspection and reform. The Java would keep their natural tradition and culture, but would be introduced to the modern technology and magic. The Arayan, with the new chieftain, would be under a full audit by elders chosen from each of the clans within the realm and from the outside branch of the family. The Himabhanta would play a major role in these reformations and the Intra would prosper and be loved by its people. They kept their morale true to their family motto, "Rule and conquer in fairness and mercy; The Wise and Mighty Family of Intra."

Harry spent the two months before his return to England with the Mystics and Lady Vinta. In truth, he spent almost 20 years in the Temple of Time in the inner realm of Shangri-La learning the way of life from eastern scholars, warfare from ancient and modern ex-generals of various races and countries, extending his knowledge in Magic, practicing and studying Divinity and Demonic, and just relaxing in the peaceful atmosphere of the realm.

-o0o-

On the 14th of July, 1991, the Squib Society was reformed. It started by a normal gathering that the members were introduced to a new lady. Ladies Morgana Evans and Perenelle Flamel came to one meeting a few months back and started to orchestrate the society's overall operations to a new tactic and businesses of the members were booming fast. Some members who knew about the Flamels just looked at them shocked. To meet the one who had lived for centuries in person was just too much for them that they fainted. After an explanation, they all warmed up with the ladies' presences. Today, though, they met a new figure who appeared along with the usual fireball at the start of their gathering.

Ladies Evans and Flamel greeted the newcomer with warm regards and that was enough for all members to receive the new Lady Fayra Rani with respect. Actually the Rani just appeared to be royal and demanded submission without words. The Councilors of the society merely stepped down when the three ladies walked up to the stage. The banner on the wall immediately burnt up in flame getting startled looks from everyone.

"Do not be alarmed," said Lady Evans, "The Squib Society has been disbanded once, but reformed after one circumstance that I believe none of you really knew. Today, we will come clean with you, members of the society. Mind you though, not all of the information shall be told, but enough for you to understand what we are doing and going to do after today."

Then the three ladies started to tell them of the origin of the Squib Society, the real identity of Morgana Le Fay, the plan and idea of Mistress Fayra and lastly, an introduction to the new member of the society that will be renamed.

"So, you see," Mistress Fayra concluded after an hour of explaining, "we are now among the families with magical children. Actually, some of you might be surprised to find that one of your children, whether your sons, daughters, nieces, nephews or cousins is magical. Therefore, the Squib Society is no longer a society of people without magic channels.

"Yes, each and every one of you is magical, just not capable of doing true magic. I believe some of you knew that and do practice what we call the craft of ambient magic, witchcraft. From your faces, I want to tell you that your family's secrets are safe in this hall full of your fellow members. So, rest assured that no one will pressure you to divulge it. I trust and we all should feel the same to trust each others.

"Today, the Squib Society is disbanded for good. There will be no more gathering of the society under the name ever again. Today, we are starting a new society, the Sacred Valley."

At the pronouncement, there was a rumbling sound rang throughout the hall and the earth shook. Mistress Fayra smiled, Lady Le Fay broke into a feral grin, and Lady Flamel merely showed amusement on her face.

There was a flash and a thick leather bound tome appeared in the hand of Mistress Fayra. "Members of the Valley," she called everyone who was still surprised at the incident that happened a moment ago, "When you walk out of this hall today, you will find the changes made to this land. Before that, I shall introduce you to our new members who are magical children from your fellows' families. In my hand is the Book of Names. There are similar scripts around the world kept in secret. Yes, you might have guessed, there is one in Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic. There are also in many other schools of magic. It is hard to come by and cannot be copied or interfered. Then how I could have it here, you might ask. Well, suffix to say, the Book is made of Magic, and it will appeared in the hand of someone who is doing something to Magic's satisfaction such as the schools, the government of the countries and as such, we have it here with us for we are starting our new territory, our new home.

"Outside, you will find buildings of various purposes. You can choose to accept it or simply refuse and it shall pass on to others who want, no, need it. The Sacred Valley will be a new town of those who once banned of magic, but have passed redemptions. There are Town Hall which is actually connected to this very hall, an elementary school should your family decide to relocate here, a hospital, and a business lane for shops if you want to start business here. A branch of Gringotts Bank shall be set here within this week. If there is anything else needed for our new home, you can go to the Town Hall and tell the officials who we will hire in a week time. Submit your applications to Mr. Castor. Now, for the introduction, let's welcome our magical children."

It started with Harry James Potter of the Evans House, Hermione of the Granger, Justin Finch-Fletchley of the Androix and the list went on.

The children who are not magical at the moment were not attending, but will be once the meeting ended should their family decided to relocate. Anyhow, if they did not want to, they could still bring those children in to the knowledge of the Sacred Valley.

The banner that used to be on the wall was now replaced with a large stone plaque. It read:

The Sacred Valley

Live in Harmony and Trust

Quite a lot of members decided to relocate for some of them had lived in a place others would call slum. They were not very well off financially. Wards were placed around the land of the Valley. In two weeks, the town was fully occupied by the original member of the society. Several parents of muggle-borns were spending time in the town tavern meeting others. The town rules were posted on a big board in front of the Town Hall. It was a common sight to see various magical being around the town now; Goblins, house-elves, centaurs and even mer-people were floating in a special sphere of water. There were a forest guarded by centaurs at one side of the Valley and a park for the people of the town to visit on a sunny day was where the lake that mer-people residing located.

The Bank was a huge white marble building that looked even grander than the one in Diagon Alley. The goblins had actually relocated their administration and more important clients' vaults to this branch. To the wizarding world, the London Branch was still the only bank in existence. Only those screened and declared reliable to the Sacred Valley secret were informed and given choices of moving their wealth to a more secured and better managed location. Those families were also introduced and met with Mr. Freeman, the elected town sheriff. The magical children of the selected families met the boy-who-lived and were really taken aback for his humble and down-to-earth persona.

The families from the wizarding world were sworn to secrecy with the lost of their magic and life to prevent them from telling the confidentiality of the Valley and to extension, Harry Potter. The children became friends with Harry and introduced to the Pack. They got along fine with Dudley, Hermione and Justin.

-o0o-

On the 30th of July, the Dursley household was having breakfast when the mail slot clanked. Harry got up to get the letters and ran back to show the others the invitation letter from Hogwarts. Family meeting was called for.

The living room was expanded and a small buffet table was set for the afternoon meeting. Grandmother Morgana, Auntie Penny, Mistress Fayra, Auntie Vinta were the eldest of the people in the room. They were talking quietly in a corner while the rest of the adults both magical and mundane were discussing a plan in the middle on a large set of sofas. The kids were huddling in another corner plotting their own plan.

Grandma Morgana stood and called out, "Alright, everyone, let's see what you have in mind and we will make the final decision."

They proceeded to discuss various choices and at last it came to a plan mixed from what the kids had and the adults' added in. In the immediate time, the children would be given bracelets to wear. The bracelets would be crafted with runes of Harry's own creation, the same one he had casted upon Hermione and Justin. In the long run, the children were to practice Occlumency and once they had passed the satisfying level, they could take off the bracelets, but the children just said they would keep wearing.

Harry will be a naïve little muggle-raised who knew nothing about magic and the children had never met until the train ride. They were to keep eyes open and see what happened at the platform and decided their next move from there whether to become friends in the public eyes or just meeting in secret.

The Pack was talking about their plots and plans when the Marauders came up in the conversation. Madam Amelia Bones, aunt of Susan and Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, cut in. She was in the same year with Harry's parent and from the wills of James and Lily Potter stated that she was one of their choices for Harry guardianship. Amelia was quite mad when she heard about what Dumbledore did to Harry, but knew that she could not do anything. She was cursing Sirius, the man she once loved and about to get married to. Harry, hearing his godfather's name, broke out in a hysterical cry. He knew he forget something and this was it. Remus was sent an owl to, but never replied causing Harry to shrug it off and marked the werewolf in the list of people he would not be warm to, not a hate list, but definitely not an acquaintance list either.

Amelia was shocked to say the least. She promised she would go to get the case reinvestigated. However, Mistress Fayra added in that this would make the old man aware something was up. She simply told her and everyone that Sirius situation was taken care of. Let the fate played itself and everything would be fine. At Harry's inquisitive look, Mistress Fayra spoke in Demonic to Harry reminding the boy of what was guarding the prison and he broke out in a giggle that made the others to look at him like he was nut. While everyone was looking at the giggling boy with curiosity, Grandma Morgana was staring at Mistress Fayra. Seeing the look, Mistress Fayra winked at her ancient friend. In Demonic, the Mystic spoke, "Don't be surprised, Morgan, you are not the only one who know about this branch of power, even though you did not practice it, we did. And now, your marvelous grandson also does. Ask him later or at least after his little childish behavior."

Harry, hearing the speech, stopped laughing and looked at them with wide eyes. "Sorry," he muttered, "I just recall and understand what Mistress Fayra meant by Sirius' situation being taken care of."

At the questioning glances from almost everyone, he, who could not disclose about the powers he wielded, thought of something to say. "Well, you know that Azkaban was the prison Sirius was sentenced to, right? What little secret I hope Mistress Fayra would not be mad at me if I tell you…" he paused and looked at the elder. Getting a nod from the Mistress, he continued, "The dementors who are guarding the prison are a race of demons that came to this realm under the allowance of our realm protector, who will remain anonymous. I know that look, Hermione, but this is more confidential information even than my life. So, sorry, I can't tell you that. Just know though, that Sirius should be well under the guarding of the dementors, even though he has to endure their presences. I'm sure the Magic of that place will help him or should I say I know Sirius has a mean to survive his time there. Uh… no, I can't tell you, Madam Bones, family secrets." He finished with a mischievous grin.

"I know that look, Harry," said Madam Bones who sternly looked at him.

"And I think I know of the mean," someone cut in and everyone turned to look at an old lady with a large red handbag and her vulture-topped hat on her lap. Augusta Longbottom gave a knowing smile at the boy-who-lived, who should have been raised along with Neville, her grandson, had the old man not interfered. "But, Frank made me promised not to tell anyone about this little secret he let slipped one day after he came back from his 6th year at Hogwarts.

Those of the magical world let out a sigh. They, of course, knew about the Marauders and their pranks. Frank was actually a year above the pranksters, but had a close relationship. If this was a secret, then it would be related to the pranks for sure.

Neville, who got along with Dudley even better than with Harry for they had the same problem about their memory and such, spoke up bringing everyone back to the conversation about their plan. "Errm… what are we going to do with the letter? I mean, if Harry is supposed to know nothing about the wizarding world, he should not know about owl and such. And since Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon are supposed to hate Magic and ignore everything doing with it, shouldn't they keep Harry from going?"

"I know what we missed," Uncle Vernon stated, "we forget about the money!"

"What money?" asked Amelia, "don't tell me it was about the Potters'. I thought it was relocated to the Valley."

"The main family vault, yes, it was relocated," Vernon told her, "but, the trust fund was still in the vault in London. We don't want to tip off the old man, after all."

"Oh, no," exclaimed Augusta, "please don't tell me Albus does something so immoral and thievish."

"Then, I won't tell you, Augusta," said the older Dursley smilingly. "No worries, though, everything is under audit and record."

They continued the discussion which went to the finance of the Potters. The plan was still on and they started to put more idea in. Finally, it was decided that the Dursley would do as Dumbledore expected, no response and ran away. They had so much fun detailing the next few days.

-o0o-

The next day, Harry's birthday, a Wednesday in fact, started with another lump of letters in the mail slot. The family celebrated their nephew birthday which joined by the friends who spent last night there. When the guests left, they packed some essentials awaited their departure. Uncle Vernon was playing a big bad magic-hater. He yelled to Harry for being unnatural and bringer of freakish letter to the house. It was surely noticed by the squib Mrs. Figg.

Thursday, after an episode of another shouting, Uncle Vernon brought out the hammers and blocked the mail slot.

Friday, the mailman had to knock on the door to deliver their letters and hundreds of envelopes laid scattering on the front lawn, which brought curious looks from nosy neighbors. Harry was made to clear them out, but a shouting match showed he was not allowed to read a single one. A meek boy being scolded was the show that Arabella Figg decided to floo Dumbledore immediately.

Saturday, while the family was spending a nice and quite morning after breakfast in the living room, thousands of letters started to fly out of the chimney. Harry and Dudley were having their fun trying to grab a letter only to be confiscated by the adult Dursleys.

Early morning of Sunday, they left the house.

The next week was spent driving around England visiting various places. Harry noticed several out-of-place individuals following them. A catch-me-if-you-can game started. No letter seemed to be delivered for they never stayed in one place for more than a day. The nights were spent in a hotel room and checked out early.

On the next Sunday, they pretended to resign and drove back home. As Aunt Petunia was opening the door, they were called by Mrs. Figg. She came with a stranger, the woman with strict demeanor.

"Why, hello there, Mrs. Figg," greeted Petunia, "what a nice sunny Sunday. Are you out for a walk?"

"Good morning, dear," said the old lady, "I actually want to meet you. There is… some matter that I think we need to discuss."

Played along, Uncle Vernon stepped in, "of course, Mrs. Figg. Let's go to the living room, shall we? Boy, take the luggage to our rooms."

"Dad," Dudley spoke, "can I go play with Pier, please?"

"Yes, son, you have fun, my boy." Vernon replied proudly.

Minerva McGonagall was seething inside watching the son of her favorite students doing the labor while his cousin was sent off to visit a friend's house. Mrs. Figg awkwardly introduced the Deputy-Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Vernon and Petunia did their best to show disgust and malice towards their guests. Vernon even went as far as demanding them to leave his house.

For the first time in decades of her career, Prof. McGonagall was shocked to see this kind of reaction. True, it was not uncommon for her to see parents of her students reacted like this at first, but at least they waited for her explanation and show of magic, which they either refused to send their child or accepted the invitation afterwards. However, her sharp eyes still caught something unlikely. Even though the Dursleys acted like this, their house leaked of magic. It was not the ambient Magic at all, her animagus sense told her as much. When Vernon started to shout and Petunia was about to join her husband, she brandished her wand and 'silencio'-ed them.

"Forgive me, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley," said the professor sternly, her eyes hard, "I'll lift the charm in a minute." She stood up and walked toward the cabinet and cast a diagnosis spell. The results of various items being jinxed with the Odium Jinx enraged her. She knew the magical signature of the caster. She could not believe her eyes.

Harry, who was dragging the last trunk up to his room, felt spells casted downstairs. The boy ran down panicked. What he saw made his blood ran cold. The stranger had her wand pointed at the cabinet and objects inside glowed red. A diagnosis spell, he recognized. Turning his head towards his uncle and aunt, the boy got mad. How dare she cast magic in this house and to the host, no less!

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY AUNT AND UNCLE?" shouted Harry, the energy both internal and outside of him rolling, crackling like mad.

Mrs. Figg was terrified at the power the boy showed. The Dursley adults were worried, not afraid, but really worried for the boy. Professor McGonagall was also shocked. The boy's power was sky-high.

"Mr. Potter… Harry," she said, "please calm down."

"CALM DOWN?" Harry spat, "IS THIS KIND OF A COMMON ACT FOR MAGICAL PEOPLE TO DO THIS TO THOSE INFERIOR AND HAS NO MEAN TO FIGHT YOUR POWER?"

This did it, Minerva was suspicious now, "How do you know about what I did, Mr. Potter?"

Darn, thought Harry. He was fully panicked now. What to do, what to do?

"Because I told him so, Minerva McGonagall," a voice came from the front door. Everyone turned and saw an older woman walked out followed by two boys, one Dudley and another young Longbottom.

"Augusta?" Professor McGonagall's jaw dropped. "What? How?" she asked unable to think.

"Do you honestly think Albus' unorthodox feat would stop me from getting to know the godson of my daughter-in-law?" the old matron asked. Madam Longbottom took out her wand and released the Dursley from the silencing charm. "The boy who used to spent his early first year of life visiting me and played with my grandson; the grandson of my dearest friend, Dorea Potter, whom I promised to take care of her children in case she passed away before me."

"Oh, Merlin," exclaimed the professor. "I've never thought… Albus said…"

"Albus Dumbledore's words do not matter in this, Minerva," Lady Longbottom cut her, "he's been playing god in our lives for too long and I cannot stand still and be condemned to his master scheme anymore. Now, you sit down." It would be a rare sight to see the strict professor being ordered and she did so meekly.

Next was like a blur for both the professor and the squib woman, Mrs. Figg. After the boys were told to leave, they just stubbornly refused and went to sit in a corner. It was an awkward silence that fell in the room, only the boys muffled whispers were heard, Professor McGonagall was startled to see people marched in. First came was none other than Amelia Bones who had young Susan with her. Then, there were the Abbotts, the Zabinis, the Moons, the Lovegoods, and the Greengrasses. The well-known purebloods, thought Minerva horrified, well, at least they are not to the dark side, mostly neutral.

Introduction was not needed for they did know each other. To maintain her reputation, Minerva tried her best not to look threatened by their presences. No one spoke as though waiting for something to happen. The professor tried to say something, but every time she did, a glare from the Lady Longbottom sent her mouth shut.

Suddenly, there was a whoosh sound and flickering flame shone up from the corner next to the group of children. Four women, old and young looking, appeared with a phoenix. The said bird looked similar to Fawkes, Albus's own, but they were not identical.

"Felix!" shouted the Potter boy from the floor. He got up and raised his arm for the phoenix to land and brought the bird to his friends. They started to whisper rapidly, the girls giggled and the boys looked at the bird in awe.

"What have we here?" asked the oldest lady who just arrived, "I didn't know there's a family meeting today. And who might you two be?" The question was directed at the professor and the squib neighbor.

"Milady," spoke Madam Bones standing and curtseyed gracefully, "they are Minerva McGonagall, Deputy-Headmistress of Hogwarts and Transfiguration Professor, and Arabella Figg, a squib who lives around here."

Minerva was confused, 'Milady?' who was this old lady that the Head of DMLE would show so such respect and submission.

The table was turned right from that introduction; unknown to the two not-so-invited guests, they were victim of passive legimency from both Morgana and Mistress Fayra. They seemed to pass whatever tests the two ancient ladies had. They were told of Harry's life omitting quite a lot concerning the boy's skills and powers.

However, both McGonagall and Figg were demanded to take unbreakable vows and secrecy oaths, which they promptly complied after hearing what the man they once held high opinion of had done.

Grandma Morgana introduced herself as the Lady Evans, the magical branch of family that had cut tie with the wizarding world long before Lily was born. Perenelle Flamel caused the two fainted upon hearing the name. Ladies Rani and Arayan were family's friends who were actually from the family of Intra, which the Potters descended from.

It took quite a persuasion from almost every female in the room to stop McGonagall from just apparating straight to Hogwarts and killed Dumbledore. It was revealed that Hagrid was told to go to the shack in the rocky island somewhere west to deliver the Hogwarts letter. It seemed their plan had worked. Dumbledore, from the report of his agents who followed the Dursley for the past week, believed that they had gone to the coast and sailed to the island. This brought quite a few gleeful laughs from everyone. Minerva was only visiting Mrs. Figg when they drove back passing her house.

They decided to continue their plan albeit the visit of Minerva. As an agent, the professor would make a floo-call the Headmaster and told him that the family had arrived home. She would request the old man to be the one to introduce Harry to the magical world, which they knew it would be refused. Then, Dumbledore would send Hagrid there instead.

The talk about this year plan came up and Minerva spoke about the Philosopher Stone. Aunt Perenelle perked up at that. Plans were formed and set. Minerva would be their spy and the adults' representative within Hogwarts. The kids were told to report to her of anything should they needed an adult's ears.

Late that night, Harry left for Avalon for the last time before Hogwarts to retrieve Atin who came with him from Himabhanta. The singha would act as his pet in the school and be the watcher over the children of the Pack. Harry spent the seven months time in Avalon showing off his powers to his ancestors. He was assigned missions to complete in the first year of his official education in the magical world. "To save you from boredom," said Master Fane.

Grandfather Merlin declared Harry had surpassed the level of Sorcerer and well over Mage with his accomplishment. Harry was now almost an Arch Mage. His power was at the level, but he still needed to hone his skills and powers a bit more to reach the same rank as his ancestors. His natural age was still only 10, but he had lived a little longer than 32 years already. Still, it was just a very short time comparing to Master Fane, the oldest of them all.

-o0o-

When Harry opened the cupboard door in the morning the next day, he was disturbed by the state of the house. Thinking for the worst, he immediately checked his wards only to find the ambient magic being serene and sort of amused… There was a rumbling snore from the living room and the boy was about to go and see.

"Oh, hey, Harry," said a startled Dudley who just walked out of the toilet downstairs.

"What happened, Dud?" asked the boy-who-lived.

"Well," his cousin replied mischievously. "There was a break-in last night."

"A break-in?" asked Harry knowingly, "all's in order, I hope? If not, you'd be a wreck by now."

Dudley just chuckled and led Harry to the kitchen and they started preparing breakfast. Dudley did the preparing while Harry casted his runes to take care of the house to restore its undisturbed state.

"Last night, about one, I think," started Dudley, "there was a loud knock at the door waking us up. We all came down to find the door crashed into pieces and a huge man was bending through the front. Dad started shouting his threat, while Mum went to the phone calling Mrs. Figg. The old cat-woman…" Dudley paused giggling at the nickname they had called the old lady; "fire-called Granma Longbottom and she came to sort things out for us."

"And?" asked Harry urging him to continue. While Dudley explained the scene, Harry was bombarded with the vision of last night supplied by the ambient Magic.

"Well," said Dudley handing Harry the plates to set the table, "the big guy was throwing tantrum when Dad said that you were not here. We had to make a show of cow and frightened and ran to almost every corner of the house. As you can see the state of the house, he basically raised every object to threaten us. He also used his weird pink umbrella to send lights left and right. Good thing you nagged me to exercise, Harry, I don't think I can move that fast to avoid them. Then, Granma just barked in and shouted. 'Rubis Haggard' or something, the man just froze. She sent him to the living room and told him to stay there. I think she just left a few hours ago, I was sent to bed around two. Mum stuck a note in front of my door telling me to prepare breakfast and wake them up if they're not down by eight. Should we wake that Haggis man?"

"Nah…" said Harry chuckling at the names his cousin had called Rubeus Hagrid. "Let him sleep and wait for your parents. I want to know what they want him to remember of last night. Actually I should have left the house as it was. Darn."

"It's alright, Harry," said Aunt Petunia from the doorway. "Vernon'll be down soon. Oh, my duddidum prepares breakfast already. Let's enjoy breakfast and talk, dears."

The Dursley family including Harry started their morning meal and think of what to do. Their plan was not exactly covering Hagrid broke in at night. It was decided to have Harry modify the man's memory a bit.

Hagrid would remember breaking in, but confronted with a calm Vernon who told him that Petunia had taken Harry and Dudley to visit her friend's house and spent the night. The big guy was offered to sleep on the couch waiting for them.

They were still having breakfast when there was a brown owl tapping the kitchen's window. The owl flew straight to the living room when Harry opened the window for it. Seeing the recipient of its burden still as sleep, it was about to peck him when Harry quietly stopped it and offered to take the newspaper. It dropped the Daily Prophet in Harry's extending hand and perched at the sofa backrest holding its leg that had a small bag tied to. Harry did not know what it wanted, but guess it might want the fee. Not knowing the price, he asked it to wait and made a call to Mrs. Figg, who told him to give five Knuts. After thanking the old lady and apologizing for the early call both last night and this morning, Harry summoned his money bag from his room only to realize and find that he had only a coin of the wizarding money and it was a Galleon. He had forgotten that those small bronze and silver coins he had were only usable in Himabhanta.

The owl, being annoyed at the two-legs, hooted and shook its leg. Harry understood it from his linguistic courses, he chuckled and hooted back. Human's mouth was not capable of making the right dialect, but with his hoot, Harry added a mind-speech telling the owl that he did understand what it was saying and felt offended by its rudeness. The owl gawked at him freezing like a stuff animal. Harry took the money pouch from its leg and poured down its content. He counted out 16 Sickles and 24 Knuts out and returned the rest into the bag along with his Galleon. The pouch was tied back to the leg of the owl, but the animal seemed to still be in shock. Harry grinned mischievously and sent another missive that if it still remained there for more than 5 minutes; he would sic his cat to eat it. The owl suddenly flew out of the house without looking back.

-o0o-

Rubeus Hagrid was a half-giant who worked for and worshipped Headmaster Dumbledore with a passion. He was loyal and stuck to whatever order he had received. Yesterday evening, after he rushed back to Hogwarts when he found that the shack was empty, he was ordered to come to No. 4 Privet Drive.

It was almost midnight when he drove the motorbike that traitor Black had lent him the fateful night down from the sky just before he reached the main street. Good thing, he had found a silencing charm to cover the loud noise the bike made.

Unfamiliar to the modern muggle ways, he knocked the door instead of ringing the small bell switch. When his first few hammering was not answered, he pushed more power into the beat causing the door to crumble and off the hinge.

Next was quite a blur for him though, it might be due to his several pints of firewhiskey before he started his ride, but he did remember that Dupey or whatever name the man was offering him the sofa. He woke up hearing a hoot, but found a boy was counting coins and made the payment for the morning post. Grumbling a thank you, he opened his eyes to fully face the bright green eyes of his charge, Harry Potter.

"Good morning, sir," said the boy smiling. "Who are you?"

"Oh," the half-giant sat up, "Name's Hagrid, Rubeus Hagrid."

"Right, sir," nodded Harry, "do you want some breakfast?"

"No sir business, Harry. Call me Hagrid," Hagrid said chuckling at Harry's surprised look. "I've known you since you're a wee baby, Harry. Blimey, you look just like your da, but with your ma's eyes."

Playing along, Harry made a show of watery eyes, "you know my parents?"

The half-giant gave a belly laugh before proceeded to tell a few stories of James' adventures. It took Aunt Petunia's call from the kitchen to bring the guest that Harry babbling apology before leading the way to the kitchen.

Hagrid was made to believe that Harry was not treated well in this household, but not very much of a harsh abusiveness, at least to his standard, which meant something. Hagrid almost had a shouting match with Petunia when she refused to let Harry go and insulted the 'Freaks', especially the Headmaster. Uncle Vernon just grunted and showed indifferent saying this was Petunia's decision regarding the good-for-nothing nephew of hers not his.

It took another half an hour for Aunt Petunia to let Harry go. Of course, that was after Hagrid had sent a spark of fire towards Dudley when the boy tried to grab Harry's bacons. They were rushed out of the house, more like shouted out.

Harry spent the day following Hagrid around. First Hagrid brought him to the train station to take the one routed towards London. Quite an embarrassed ride it was for Harry, his guide seemed oblivious to all muggles as he sat there knitting a scarf, a rather large one that it looked like a blanket to Harry.

When they reached the Leaky Cauldron, Harry was bombarded with lots of well-wishers, too much for his liking in fact. Hagrid ushered him towards Gringotts after that. Harry made a show of awe at everything magical starting from the brick wall that was the entrance of Diagon Alley to various stalls and shops.

At the bank, Harry had to keep himself not to burst out laughing hearing some goblins muttering in their language about big oaf and wizards in general. Several goblins seemed to recognize him. A couple of winks and hush signs was made behind Hagrid's back. Griphook, one of Prince Ragnok the eleventh's personal attendants conversed with him in hand signals that the Prince would like to meet him, Harry accepted the invitation, but told the goblin that he needed assistance to distract his minder.

At the teller counter, Hagrid produced Harry's trust vault key and they were taken by Griphook on the cart ride. After the boy-who-lived got the money in his pouch, they rode back up and Hagrid excused himself saying he needed a drink. Harry offered to wait for him in the bank and quite forcefully refused to go shopping on his own claiming he did not know the way around and afraid of strangers. Hagrid, being himself, just left saying that he should not take long. Once the half-giant was out of the entrance, Griphook led Harry to an elevator that was hidden in a corridor off the side.

Prince Raknok the eleventh was in fact not alone. He was in his office with his father, the King of Goblins. They greeted and talked about Harry's journey, which included an embarrassing moment for Harry when the Goblin Royalty bowed down to him acknowledging his title of the Intra's Prince. King Ragnok told Harry about a package that Hagrid had taken out of the vault on July 31st and that their security wards were broken in that same day. It seemed the thief was trying to get into the particular vault. After investigation, it was reported that the vault was hired to Dumbledore who stored a precious item that was unidentified. However, there was a rumor in the dark side of the market about the Philosopher Stone. Harry calmly digested the information and promised to talk to his great-grandfather about it. Of course, Harry was laughing inside for he knew exactly about the stone's location and what was the rumor meant. However, being concerned about the bank's security, Harry offered to cast his own set of wards and protections over the premise, which gratefully accepted by the Goblin Royals.

The whole meeting was over an hour and a half that Harry started to wonder if Hagrid was back and caused problems in the bank. He was assured that it was fine for as soon as he walked through the door, the goblins guarding outside had secured the chamber and their scholars had cast a time-dilation field over the chamber so that their meeting would take but a few minutes outside while they can spend even a day inside. Harry was thankful and decided to do the warding right then. Harry was led out cancelling the time-dilation field and accompanied the goblin scholars to the ritual chamber of the bank.

Harry used all three of his powers to cast the protection wards. The goblins were in awe, some even wanted to ask, more like demand, the boy to teach them, but a glare from their King was enough to shut their mouths. Unknown to all of them, someone was watching. Master Fane smiled at the sight. The Mystic was in his office when he felt his young heir's power flaring. Gringotts building, while hidden from view of non-magicals, was actually right in front of his office's windows. Poor Tom, good for you deciding to breach the bank early on, I myself wouldn't even try it right now, the Mystic thought, Harry is up for a few pointers though. Hmm… the Demonic was actually quite neat. Divinity, on the other hand, needs a bit more work. Well, a visit to Ragnok is in order, then. A little adjustment to the new installed protection would do them good. Maybe, I should suggest them to have Harry do it at the Sacred Valley, too.

-o0o-

All in all, it was only about 15 minutes. Harry even had to stand and waited for Hagrid to come back for a moment before the half-giant came rushing. After a few apologizes claiming he got carried away with some friends that Harry just waved off, they started shopping. Hagrid excused himself from Madam Malkin's Robe for All Occasions while Harry was being measured.

When the measurement was done, Harry was told that his robes and other clothes that he ordered would be delivered later in a week. Harry thanked the shop assistant and left. Hagrid was waiting with his belated birthday present, a snowy white owl. Harry's heart swelled. He thanked the large man profusely.

At the book shope, Flourish and Blott's, Harry bought only what was on the list even though he was sure he could find at least a copy of the books in the library of his Potter family home.

They visited other shops to continue their shopping and lastly stopped at Ollivander's for Harry's wand. After a few words of greeting, Harry was surprised when Hagrid suddenly dropped down on a chair asleep snoring quite loudly. The boy turned to the wand-maker with wide eyes calculating.

"Not to worry, your Highness," said Mr. Ollivander bowing deeply, "I merely put him in a deep sleep so we can talk."

"Wha… What did you call me?" asked Harry feigning scared and confused.

"My, my," the old man chuckled, "Your Highness, you are such an actor."

Harry, decided to cut the time, stood up at his full height and addressed the man with his royalty pose. "Mr. Ollivander, I am starting to feel threatened and would like to know how did you know who I am and kindly explain your action."

"Your Highness," said Ollivander, "my apology. Words were sent informing me of your status. It is my honor to receive you in my humble shop."

"I am curious, Mr. Ollivander," said the Prince of Intra, "what connection do you have to gain such confidentiality?"

The old man waved his hand and the light dimmed. A 'CLOSED' sign was hung at the door and blinders pulled down. "Please follow me, your Highness."

Harry felt Magic encouraging him to walk after the man. He was brought into a small parlor. Ollivander served tea and started to tell him that he was actually a brother of someone Harry had met, Lord Suwan. The old man had indeed resemblances that Harry accepted the explanation. He learnt that Dumbledore had tried pulling a few strings to have Harry get a special wand. Said wand was a brother wand to the one that gave the boy the lightening shape scar, which was now only a very faint line on his forehead. Anyhow, they both agreed to let the Headmaster had his way. The wand was actually compatible with Harry anyway. Ollivander gifted the wand without any charge. Hagrid was woken up and they left. Harry knew that as soon as the shop's door was closed once again, Ollivander would floo-call the Headmaster informing that the wand was delivered.

Hagrid handed Harry the train ticket when they arrived back at Privet Drive. The groundkeeper saluted and left Harry dragging his purchase into the house. The Dursley was anxiously waiting for the boy and almost shouted in relief when he got home safely. Aunt Marge was there with Ripper, her dog. The family spent the evening lounging and talking. Harry, once again, felt at home, contented with his life. He knew a chapter of his life had ended and a new page was about to start. He did not know what he would face, but he was ready.

-o0o-

Ending note: Another long chapter is done – the longest one so far, I can't believe I just made it over ten thousand words. You may notice that Hagrid spoke in normal English, that is because I can't do it in the style JKR and many other authors did, sorry. Anyway, please review and tell me how you find this chapter.

Holy Goodness, may your days be prosperous and safe.