As usual I do not own Harry Potter or any affiliated media... If I did I would be way more rich.

The test that followed was quick and nearly painless. Harry had to make a small cut on his index finger and press the blood into a pedestal. His identity was easily confirmed and after a trip to his vaults he learned he was better off then he could have ever imagined. Cyrus had insisted on making an appointment with his account manager for the following week and after grabbing some money from Cyrus' vault, they were on the way to grab the supplies Harry needed for his first year. The books were easy enough to acquire and they passed by a very rigid lady leading a group of individuals dressed in normal clothes on their way to the shop. This lady was describing the various shops and vendors and the people looked at her in varying degrees of wonder. Cyrus looked at these individuals in slight pity and pulled Harry along quickly. After picking up his books and some extra spell books, Harry was led into Ollivander's. Ollivander's was not what Harry expected, it was a small, dark, and dusty place. It took a moment for Harry's eyes to adjust to the lack of light but when they finally did, he realized the walls were covered in shelves which in turn were jam packed with small boxes. Harry stood for a moment taking in the walls that seemed to stretch on forever before a quiet, whispery voice seemed to come from the back of the store. "Ah… Mr. Potter, and you. I did not think I would see you again. But I assume we are here to discuss the present, not the past." Ollivander said as he walked towards the front of the store. Cyrus turned white at Ollivander's speech but quickly shook it off when Ollivander gave him a small smile. Ollivander then turned to Harry and reached out a hand. "Mr. Potter, while I might know you, it seems that you might not know me. I am Garrick Ollivander, maker of the finest wands in England, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." Harry shook Ollivander's hand and was about to say something when Ollivander ran towards a shelf. "Holly and phoenix feather, give it a swish! Go ahead!" Ollivander said with joy. When nothing happened Ollivander got a puzzled face which broke into a grin, with a slight whoop of joy he dove further into the store grabbing boxes left and right. He had Harry try wands, dozens of wands that ranged from Oak to vine and yew, from dragon heart-string to phoenix feather, Thunderbird feather, and even unicorn hair. When none of them worked Ollivander sat down with a slight crazed grin and started talking to himself. After a moment he reached under his desk and pulled out a very old dusty box. "I wonder" He muttered to himself as he opened the box and handed the wand to Harry with slight hesitation. The second the wand touched his hands Harry let out a gasp as a feeling of pure happiness and warmth entered his body, everything finally felt right. Ollivander gave a small nod "That wand came to me by accident, it is a Cedar and Black Walnut blend with a basilisk horn core. I had made it as a joke piece and did not think it would ever be sold. The fact that you have it now Mr. Potter is a surprise to me and I truly do not know what to make of this." Ollivander stood for a minute and chucked "that will be seven galleons and I truly hope I never have to try to make you another wand." The duo paid and left without a word, the finished up their shopping for the day, some blond kid lectured Harry on his father's standing in the government while he was getting measured for robes, Harry did not care in the slightest after paying for his robes he left quickly without a glance over his shoulder. Harry and Cyrus rode a bus back to their apartment and quickly offloaded their purchases before once again leaving to go shopping, but this time for normal clothes. The shopping did not take long and the time was spent joking and making comments about the wizarding world and how backwards it seemed. Harry was not looking forward to having to wear robes, he preferred his jeans and t-shirts. After shopping the boys went to get dinner from a nearby pizza joint, after demolishing a large pepperoni pizza and some wings, they headed home to get some rest. After a quick workout and a shower, Harry fell asleep with his strange wand gripped tightly in his hands.

Tick tick tick tick

Harry opened his eyes, he didn't remember having a clock, he didn't remember sitting up, he didn't remember sitting in a chair… wasn't he just in bed? Harry tried to move but found he was stuck in place. He was strapped into a chair, his arms wrapped in a- wait a minute he was wearing a straight jacket! Harry began to struggle until he noticed the man sitting across from him behind an ornate desk. He was older, his eyes twinkled and he had a long silver beard which he ran his wrinkled hands through. He wore these odd robes that were the most obnoxious color. "Hello again Harry" The old man said in a kind, soothing voice, "how are you feeling today, are you still having your visions?" Harry looked at the man "Who are you?" he asked in a quiet voice. To this the old man only chuckled and wrote on a piece of paper in front of him. "I will take that as a yes, well Harry I suppose I should tell you. My name is Albus Dumbledore, I am the head psychologist at Hogwarts Mental Institute. You have been here since your parents car crash when you were 10. You made up stories about a dark wizard and tried to hurt yourself repeatedly, you got that scar on your head as a result. Does any of this sound familiar to you?" Harry's heart dropped, he felt light headed and like he was about to faint. "But, but-" Harry stopped, his voice was much deeper than he remembered, like that of an adult. Harry looked up at the man and saw a fly buzzing around his head, it landed by his eye and seemed to. No. Harry had to be insane. The fly seemed to crawl into his eye. "What the fu-" Harry began to say before Dumbledore sprang up and seized Harry's shoulders."Save us, save us, save us" He began chanting in a guttural voice "They will fight you, they will hunt you, save us or we are all doomed" Dumbledore screamed this last part out as blood began to run out of his ears and eyes. With a shove he pushed Harry's chair backwards and Harry was enveloped in darkness as he hit the floor.

Falling Falling, faster, faster.

Harry sat up with a groan, his arms no longer restrained, his ears ringing. Why were they ringing? He shook his head and looked around, he was in a trench, explosions and gunfire were going off around him, some looked like the mortars from the movies he watched with Cyrus sometimes, some looked like they were caused by orbs of light hitting the ground and buildings around him. Harry went to stand up only to be pulled back down by a ginger woman. She was beautiful and fierce and Harry got a slight feeling that she knew him very well and that he should get to know her immediately. "What the fuck are you doing Harry! The DE's are everywhere! We need to move before they get any closer!" the woman screamed as she grabbed Harry's hand and led him in a crouched position further into the trenches. Harry looked around at the bodies littering the ground, they made it a few more paces before the ginger stopped. She was staring directly ahead at a blond girl who was covered in blood. She had a massive cut across her throat and her eyes were staring vacantly up. The ginger girl let out a small sob as she pulled Harry past the dead girl, finally they made it to a bunker, as the ginger opened the door however; her head was blown off her shoulders and Harry was covered in her blood, brain matter entered his open mouth and he immediately felt like throwing up. Harry threw himself backwards only to see Cyrus standing above him with a wicked grin. "Harry Harry Harry" he said in a voice like one would hear from a slightly disappointed parent. "It's time Harry, war is coming, HE is coming, you aren't ready. More importantly, It is time to wake up Harry." With that Harry's eyes snapped open and he was back in his bed, covered in sweat. His clock read 4 am, Harry didn't know what his dreams meant, but he felt like they were a warning. Someone was after him, and he needed to prepare. He would start Hogwarts in a little over a week, Harry needed help. Harry needed Cyrus' help, but from his dream and Cyrus' reaction to Ollivander the day before, Harry didn't know if Cyrus could be trusted.

Authors Note Sorry for the lack of updates these last few days. I hit a slight writer's block and have been incredibly busy with work and preparations for classes. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Until next time - Saint