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Chapter Story Word Count (Not including A/N or Previous): 10,134

Key:

"Talking" – 'Thinking'

"Using Spell" – [Device Spell using]

{Mage Mind Link} – [Device Talking]

Previously

A truck was making its way down the road, its driver had started to nod off behind the driving wheel.

The closing in lights caught the boy's attention, as his eyes widen at the incoming vehicle.

His body froze, as the same fear he had happened all those years ago, caused his body to freeze. The driver snapped out of his sleep and panicked seeing the boy as he slammed his feet down on the breaks, but the distance was too short.

Harry closed his eye and brace for the impact…a dark blue light erupted from the chain book…the trunk crashed as the horn could be heard echoing all the way down the street…

His eyes clenched shut as he was taking deep breaths, he could hear the truck smash into a wall with the horn blazing, but there was no pain.

Slowly opening his eyes, he noticed that he was no longer on the ground, causing his eyes widen in shock as he was up high in the air, by the looks of it, sitting in the centre of a white seal looking triangle.

He looked around wondering what was going on and how he got up here. A dark purple light soon caught his attention, looking up before him was the Book his 'mother' had left glowing in this dark aura.

The boy moved back slightly as the book began to beat like that of the heart, it looked like it was trying to open its cover, but the chain was stopping it from doing so, or rather had. The chain starts to crack to the point the cover slammed open, breaking it, and started flicking through so many blank pages.

[Disengaging the seal.] The boy blinked shocked as he heard the book speak, in his ears, it sounded German, but yet he clearly understood it as if it were English.

Soon the book slammed shut as the cover faced him, lowering slightly.

The boy blinked as a glowing light appeared out of his chest, moments before a chain light shot out of the book and connected to it. The book spoke once more. [Begin and awaken, Wolkenritter]

Releasing the darkish aura, the boy covered his eyes to block out the light. Once it had stopped, he looked up again to see the book was still there floating before him in the air and unchained. Both the glowing orb and chain were gone from sight.

Before he could even think, a new voice entered the area.

"The Book of Darkness, activated."

Startled, he looked to the side to see a woman with pink hair that had been tied back into a long ponytail, wearing black clothing, was kneeled down on a purple triangle seal, which matched the one he was on.

"We are your guardian knights who shall gather power for the Book of Darkness and guard you, Master."

Looking to his opposite side where the second new voice appeared, a woman with short blonde hair, also wearing black clothing, was kneeled down on a mint green triangle seal. The boy was starting to freak out slightly as he didn't recognize any of them.

"We are the clouds that gathers before our master, he of the night sky."

Turning is body around and looking behind him, to see kneeling on a bluish-white triangle seal, was a dark-skinned man with spiky white hair and black clothes, but the main thing that stuck out was the blue wolf ears and tail.

"We are the Wolkenritter, the Cloud Knights. Please order us in any way you please."

Came yet another voice, this time from a girl who looked younger than him, with red hair in two queues that trail behind her head, also wearing black clothes. Standing on a crimson version of the triangle seal, so in turn all four of the new individuals made a square around him.

Silence had fallen over them.

Each one of the 'Wolkenritter' as they were called, was waiting for a response from their new master before they moved or say anything. It was the young girl who would look up slightly out of one eye to notice something.

{Um…guys…} She started through their link.

{Quiet, Vita.} The one on the green seal replied.

{But…}

{Be quiet.} The pink haired one spoke through the link. {Behave, I will not forgive rudeness in front our Master.}

Never moving from the spots they were in or even looked up. {But look…} Vita tried again, as she had walked off her own seal and onto the main centre one, know stood before, or rather over, the boy. {…even if you say it is 'rudeness' or whatever, it doesn't matter cause I think he's passed out?}

That certainly got the other knights attention as they looked up from their own seals, only to see Vita standing over the unconscious body of their master.

"What?" Signum replied standing up.

"No way!" Shamal said slightly panicked.

Zafira looked over and blinked. "That's odd…they don't usually do that till after we explain everything to them."

Slowly regaining awareness, he looked around and noticed that he had awakened in a dark glowing realm.

"Good morning."

Looking before him, he sees a woman with long white hair, also in black clothing as those four from before, wherever they disappeared to, also knelt before him.

"My first time to meet you. I am the Unison Device…" she greeted as her hand was resting on the spine of the book that was tucked under her right arm, "…of this, the Tome of the Night Sky." She continued as she gave him a small smile as she looks up at him. Her crimson eyes were gazing against his emerald ones. "You have officially become our master just now. The Tome of the Night Sky and its four knights will offer you wisdom and power. We are here to serve you."

Harry blinked in confusion as he tries to understand the information that he was being given, however, being polite, had had rested his hands on his lap as he was seated in front of her. "U-Um…Okay, I think…"

"There is so much I would like to tell you." But she stops and looks down, shaking her head like something's stopping her. "But once you wake from this slumber, you shall forget most of what I have told you."

"I will?" he asks as she looks back at him again, suddenly a wired feeling appeared in his chest, one of familiarly. "Actually, it feels so strange. I feel like I've known you, have we met before?"

The lady nodded her head as she pulled out a book from under her arm, to reveal that it was the book that had supposed to belong to his 'mother'. "In the form of this book, I have always been by you side since you were young." Releasing it from her grasp, the book floated forward until it was hovering before him.

"Oh, I see." He said understanding, when he felt himself lift of the ground as he was beginning to glow and floating upwards. "Huh? What's this?"

"You're rising from your slumber. I may never be able to see you again." She said holding her hands out to him, which the boy took. "So may I ask you this? The kind knights have been fighting against their will. Please show them kindness and foremost…" The glowing continued more as he began to rise again, "…I wish for your happiness."

"No, wait…Wait!"

But before another word could be said, he disappeared in the glowing white light the surrounded his sight.

As the light cleared, the boy slowly opened his eyes to see that he was in his bedroom, but he also noticed the two women from the previous night standing there, watching over him. The blonde haired one was holding his 'mothers' book under arms.

Outside, standing on the roof of said house, both the man and girl were standing and overlooking the area. While the two women would watch over their new master, the two would scout to see if there were anyone magical nearby.

"What a bland place this is." Her voice hinting of annoyance as she looked around the calm area. "Not a hint of magic nearby apart from that blood like barrier up the way a bit, though we easily shattered it."

The man nodded in agreement, before saying to look at the brighter side of things. "At least, it's not a war-zone or land of bloodshed."

The girl sighed and nodded in agreement looking out at the rising sun. "What kind guardian knights are just stuck with a randomly chosen master? We must fight to collect the pages of the book. That's our fate we cannot escape."

"Until we break and perish." The man added in the end.

As they watched the rising sun, the blonde haired woman voice entered their minds. {Vita, Zafira, come back. Our new master has risen.}

Upon returning, it took some time for the guardian knights to explain to their new master what they were and their purpose, as well as a small history behind the book for a background check.

Plus they each introduced themselves with a name. The pink haired woman and leader of the group was known as Signum, the blonde haired woman was known as Shamal, the man that could change into a guardian wolf was Zafira, and finally, the girl was Vita.

"So…" Harry began as he took all this information in.

Pushing his wheelchair over to one of the draws, as their talk had been moved to the living room

"This is a magical book from the ancient world called Belka," he began to summarize, looking back and watches as the book was floating after him. "The Book of Darkness."

The guardian knight was once again kneeled down to the side of the room, while the older looking three were kneeled and awaited orders, Vita was the one looking the most out of place, mainly due to do with the fact their master is a kid.

"You're its guardian knights."

"Yes!" Signum replied simply, with a nod of the head.

"To think some like this was here the whole time." He chuckled slightly. "It's been on the bookshelf in my since before I was brought here…I believe." He muses. Stopping in his track for a second, as he actually never remembered seeing it there straight away. Shaking his head, he continued with what he was doing. "I've taken care of it since, well, since I was always told it had belonged to my mother." Opening another drawer and rummaged through it "And I'm your master?"

"Yes, Master." Signum replied simply.

Shamal looked up and asked her new master. "Has the Book spoken to you before? In your dreams, perhaps?"

Hearing those words, the boy stopped as he felt an odd feeling in his chest and hummed. "I may have, but I'm not sure. Since I'm not a mage, it may have been the muffled sound I kept hearing…Ah found it!" Finding what he was looking for, pulling out some catalogues and measuring tape. "But there is one thing that I am certain of," closing the draw and turning to face them. "As the master of the Book of Darkness, I must take good care of you guardian knights."

His was met with the guardian knights looking both shocked, but mostly was surprised at the words he said to them. No Master that they could remember from the small fragments they keep has ever said that to them before.

"You can live here with me, as no one but me lives here. Plus I can be quite a cook when needed." He told them as he placing the catalogues on the table before the group and holds out the measuring tape. "Seeing as you can't go out dressed like that. I need to measure you so we can buy you some new clothes."

The first few weeks since that day was different ones, especially for the knights who would normally by this point have filled a quarter of the book. Though for Harry, the darkness in his life seemed to have become so much brighter for him, as he was no longer alone.

He had to thank his mother for leaving him the small bit of fortune to help out as it was used to buy the clothing and food for all five of them. As well as three other beds for the spare bedrooms, so they would have somewhere to sleep.

"To be honest, I don't know what I should do as your master." Harry once admitted when he was asked by them.

Shamal was the first to come out of her role as a knight, this was mainly due to not being the heavily of a fighter, and became a helper around the house, being able to clean in places where the boy couldn't reach.

Though Harry would soon found out why the other guardians were keeping her away from the kitchen and it became are rule that he would prepare the meals, which was voted three out of four by the four guardians, to Shamal's embarrassment.

"There are so many different stereotypes when it comes to being called a master. Some are good, while others are bad."

Zafira was not that far behind Shamal, as he would become known as a family pet, due to transforming into a giant blue wolf and would nowadays stay in that form, only changing out of it when it comes to dinner.

But is amusing at times to walk down the street, watching people gawk at the size of the dog walking alongside his chair. Even Dudley and his gang made a runner when they tried their normal attempts at taunts.

"I don't really want to come off as someone who orders other people around, when I have no idea what for in the first place."

Signum was slightly harder, due to being the leader of the Wolkenritter.

It took some time but after a bit she calm, but always remained on guard just in case. She also became and acted as Harry's official guardian when they were in public, as out of the four it was clear that she was the most protective.

Which she showed by how she scared his Aunt Petunia away, when she tried to approach him in the shop, by just glaring darkly at her. Harry had never seen his aunt move so fast in his life before.

"In truth, I just want to live in peace with all of you."

Vita, due to being the youngest by looks and by technical age when she was absorbed, felt out of place. Every new master had them hunting and killing people to fill the book up, but Harry, he treated her as if she was his little sister.

It's not that she didn't like but, it felt different from the masters before. Though like the other guardians, she soon came around, it seemed the key was when she tasted his cooking for the first time.

Plus it also helped when Harry noticed her staring at a certain item in a toy shop. He surprised her when she found the gift placed on her bed. The gift was in the form of a white rabbit, which had round red eyes, a mouth that looked like it was sewn together, and a black bowtie.

Of course, they were watched suspiciously by the doctors and nurses at the hospital, when Harry arrived for his monthly check-up. Doctor Astra being the most, since he was the boy's doctor and had never heard of them.

He didn't do anything till after the check-up, when he asked Harry and Vita to wait outside while he asked Signum and Shamal some questions. Once the two were out of the room, he hit the main question of 'Who are you and what your relation to Harry is?' strong and hard.

Lucky, they were prepared for this to happen. Harry had informed them the man was a kind person and had looked out for him, so with the background they had prepared, they informed Doctor Astra.

He still seemed suspicious, but let it slide seeing how happy the boy was at this time. But he did add he would keep his eyes on them. To which the two guardians accepted plus thanking him for looking out for Harry when he could.

That summer, before the start of his school year, Harry would have to say was one of the best in his life with the many fun moments they had. Whether it was from their talks at the dinner table, outs with their walks around the park or, to Harry's most common place as they found out, the library.

One day in particular during an outing to the library, he was asked a request from both Shamal and Signum, who had brought him there. Shamal was pushing his wheelchair along one of the many isles of books when they asked.

"Knight Armour?"

Signum nodded as they came to a stop, between the shelves' that anyone else was near at the moment. "Yes, we each have a weapon, but need our master to grant us armour."

Shamal added on. "We'll make them ourselves with our own magic, so please come up with the design."

"I see." The boy replied biting his lip slightly. "But I don't and won't make you guys fight for me, plus I'm not good a designing stuff…" Unknowns to him, the two guardian knights had shared a look with each other.

All four had discovered that their young master has quite a talent when it comes to drawing.

This was due to being seated in a wheelchair for nearly four years, he gained one thing that many others his age wouldn't unless they were trained to, and that was patience.

He was able to wait while others his age could not, which in true form helped him gain a small ability in drawing.

The problem with this?

That their master has a habit of downplay his own skills and abilities, as it would seem even though he doesn't live at the Dursley's anymore, the everlasting memory of how they treated him and how he should act in public was still there.

"Instead of armour, can it be a Knight-like…um, outfit?" he asked them, having come out of his thoughts.

The pink haired one nodded her head in reply "Yes that will be fine."

Harry smiled and nodded "Then I should look up some styles of designs to help make them then." With that, he had spent the following week, after completing the last of his summer homework and other chores needed, designing their knight outfits.

For Shamal, the Knight of the Lake, he designed her armour which consisted of a white and green dress, light green waist-attached cape with metal plates on the side, light green jacket, and black boots with gems attached.

The kindest member of the Wolkenritter gladly accepted the design. She was always in the background for fights and would usually be the main line of support for their devices or for the healing.

For Signum, the Knight of the Sword, he designed her armour which consisted of a battle-like dress which was designed for maximum mobility. She would have metal plates on the sides of her dress and metal bracers on her arms. Also, she would wear a white with red trim jacket that stopped above her bellybutton, the sleeves were very short, and black fingerless gloves that went all the way to the end of her sleeves.

The protective of the knights, nodded to the design with the approval, as the one main thing she needed for her armour was the mobility and speed, as she was usually the first one to attack out of the entire group.

For Zafira, the Shield Guardian Beast, he designed his armour which consisted of Chinese style blue robe with two red belts around his waist. Underneath his robe, he would wear black Chinese trousers. A gold chain was attached from the front of his outfit to the back. He would also wear large white boots, finally white and black gauntlets up to his elbow.

The wolf nodded at the design for his armour, or the outfit as his master called it. Though he was slightly worried about the lease amount of armour, but shook it off when Harry pointed out they could move fast without the weight.

For Vita, the Knight of the Iron Hammer, he designed her armour which consisted of a Gothic Lolita style dress with black frills, yellow ribbons, and black and red boots, as well as black gloves. She also wore a large red with a brush rabbit hat.

The youngest loved the design for her dress, epically the hat part. She cherished it dearly as the rabbit ears were added especially for her by her master.

But like all fun things, the summer came to an end and it was time for Harry, who had brought the books he would need, to return to school for the upcoming year that would also be his last year of primary education.

In the last three nearing four years, life as not been such a good time for the Dursley family.

Following the hit and small run with Vernon's car, the rest of Little Whinging saw that the once mighty and seemingly untouchable Dursleys could be dealt with, in a way, as the two elder Dursley's were somehow able to get their way out of their court trial.

When the police did an investigation with a warrant, they found the sleeping area in the cupboard under the stairs.

Vernon and Petunia just barely managed to explain it away as a spare mattress which had been stored under there, and that the second room with all the old toys and junk was indeed Harry's bedroom.

They did note that the bed looked like it hadn't been touched for a long time.

The Dursley's managed to avoid time in prison, but at a high price. The huge sums of money, which they had received for looking after the freak, had to be used to pay off fines or bribe the less moral police and other law enforcement officials.

The only thing that they couldn't payoff was the restraining order, which had been done by a man by the name of Gil Graham, who was an admiral of some kind. Plus they also got twenty-four hours of community service each.

But they didn't care, the freak was gone and no longer had to see him anymore. They spent almost all of their money to escape jail, but that didn't matter as next week they will receive another big pay check for the freaks wellbeing.

This made them laugh on the drive home, believing that the old wizard would never know.

The following week they received something all right, just not in the form of green paper that could buy them whatever they hell they wanted.

No, what they received was a letter from Albus Dumbledore telling them that they had broken their promise, there for both the money will stop and the barrier will fall. The blood ward remained, not that they knew as it really did nothing.

It seemed over the years the blood-ward had gotten weaker, to the point that even if someone from the magical world had taken the boy by force, it wouldn't have done anything or warned anyone.

On Vernon's average wage alone at Grunnings, they would be able to afford the fancy life like that had been leaving those last four years.

No, it was because of the money they had been getting from the freak, was the reason that they could afford all of it. The extra food and the fancy tea-set for Petunia's tea parties, as well as for Vernon's new car that now had a dent imprint of his freak nephew on the bonnet.

Most of it was being used for spoiling their precious Dudley, especially for his birthday or Christmas to show the freak that he didn't deserve presents or anything of value. Though now they had nothing, they were being forced to go back and live in the lifestyle that they had been for the years before the freak came.

Over the last couple of years, the standing they once held, be it the neighbourhood or work, began to drop.

Petunia was starting to receive less and less tea party invitations with the other ladies of Private Drive. Without the fancy nibble on or her fancy tea-set, which she was forced to sell to help with bills, she had lost of the whole 'I'm better than you and you know it' act and now the one that the ladies spread rumours of.

Vernon could no longer go around work, acting like he owned the place. He had been told by his boss that he was demoted back down to office work and was given one warning, due to now having a small record with the police.

It doesn't help matters, for him, that the young woman that he had mocked and pushed around to get his work finish, was the one who got the promotion to what was once his spot. She, along with others Vernon had picked on or harassed, has taken a great pleasure in getting Vernon to finish the pile of work that they need to be done.

Dudley, on the other hand, much hasn't changed.

He still acted like he owned everything and if you didn't do what he said, then you were in for a world of pain. Though he now hated the fact that the freak was off limits, in and out of school. They could mock him for being stuck in a chair but, for the first time ever, he was shouted at by his father to stay away from the boy so they didn't end up in any more trouble.

The only thing he hated more to that was the fact that his mom and dad had to sell off all of his old toys and other useless junk in his toy-room and that his long complaints and tantrums never seemed to work anymore.

The even worse part of it all for the entire family, they had often wished for a chance to live without the freak, but as that old saying goes in this kind of cases: "Be careful what you wish for."

They were able to live without their freak for nearly year, but then they started to wish that things went back to the way they were before. When they still had the freak acting as their personal slave and were getting money just for having him in their house.

As the normal household tasks went back to Petunia and her son, as Vernon was in over his head with reports that needed to be finished. It didn't help their whale son was complaining every single second that he was wasting away under the hard labour as he could no longer say "That's the freak's job" or "Make the freak get it."

Plus it became even worse when Petunia heard the whispers in the neighbourhood that the freak at gotten his hands on insurance, and insurance that was left behind from her freak of a sister.

When she went to the bank in order to claim it, she was denied access as the money was left for her son only, and unless Harry were there with her and allowed her access then, she couldn't touch a penny of it. Both she and Vernon tried to approach the freak and get him to sign it over to them, but it became difficult as police were normal nearby, and it became even harder when the boy gain caretakers to look after him.

There was also another problem now with school, as Harry was no longer around, they couldn't blame him for their son's bad grades or the reports of him damaging school property or hurting other students.

By the way things were going, it looked like Dudley would not be able to go Smelting after all, neither his parents were pleased with the thought that their son will have to go to somewhere like Stonewall.

Now it was Wednesday 31st, October. The year 1990, four whole years since the incident and was also the day that everything had gone wrong for them. What was so important about tonight?

The primary school was holding a parent/teacher conference that night at the school, for the students in their final year of elementary, and all parents and guardians were invited alone as the homeroom teachers would like to talk to them all about the upcoming trip.

Also, certain students from both classes were asked to come along.

In once classroom, parents talked among one another as they came in and took their seats. The room was full of parents from the three different classrooms of students who were not only in their last year of primary education.

The main reason for them all being here this night was to organize the class field trip to the zoo next month, where they will be leaving early in the morning, and arriving back in the late afternoon.

The students were sent in the classroom next door, where the teachers had set up a TV with a VCR and cartoon movie playing. If they didn't want to sit and watch a movie, they had set some of the tables with the paper and colouring pencils.

The students, who were asked to come along tonight, were asked as there was something their teacher need to discuss with their parents or guardians.

Among them were Dudley and his gang, who had pushed the other students out of the way so they got to sit up close to the TV. Harry was also there, he was seated at one of the tables and sketching something into his new pad.

Seated next to him was Vita, who had been forced by the other guardians to enrol as a student so she could watch over their master without any problems.

An hour and so had passed by time one of the teachers was recapping about the trip. "…so just to recap, we will be leaving early to a zoo in the morning, followed by a trip to the ice skating ring," many nodded their heads understanding "Okay, the final thing we now need are parents who can help out for when we split everyone into groups of six? We need at least five people."

Looking around the room, slowly, five hands were raised into the air "Thank you," the teacher replied as he pulled out a clipboard. "Okay then, Mrs. Munks, Mrs. Greenfield, Mrs. Brownlee, Mrs. Dursley…"

Petunia smiled at this, there was no way that she would ever trust anyone else to watch over her precious Dudley.

"…and Mrs. Evans."

Petunia had to do a double take upon hearing the last name, looking around the room she saw that the final hand was coming from a young blonde haired woman.

One who was sitting next to a woman with pink hair, the one who looked like she was going to attack her back in the shop a few months ago.

"I would also like to point out…"

The teacher nodded his head, cutting her off. "Do not worry Mrs. Evans. We token your ward into consideration and have arranged for the bus to have a wheelchair ramp."

Shamal thanked him and sat back down in her chair, oblivious of the stares that Petunia was giving her as she realized the blonde hair woman was one of the freaks caretakers.

The horse-face woman knew that this young lady couldn't be an Evans or in any relation to her.

"Okay then, thank you all for coming tonight. Please collected a permission form for your child or ward on your way out, for those of you who was asked to bring a student, please head on into the room next door and we'll call you on in one by one."

The meetings didn't take long, as the students who were asked to stay behind where those of special needs, new, or in trouble. The numbers slowly decreased as parents or guardians went in with the students asked to be there.

Harry's went fast as it was the first time he had brought a guardian with him in two years, soon he was asked if he could wait back in the other room while the teacher talked to Signum and Shamal about how Vita was going so far.

So here he was waiting, continuing to draw on his sketchpad.

The boy heard mutters around him but ignored them as they would be on their way home soon. Harry had to smile. This would be the first field trip that he would be going on in…well, ever.

As he reached for another colouring pencil, the world around him went black.

"Vernon are you sure about this!?" Petunia asked her husband, in slight hysterics as she watched the freak slump forward out cold.

"Pet, we've talked about this." He replied quickly, pulling the unconscious body of the freak so it sat up. He pulled a cap out and put it over his head, plus a scarf wrapped around his neck. "Once we get it through his head, he will cancel that restraining order, then send a letter to that freak to get our money back."

With the items in place, the Dursley's moved quickly out of the classroom. Dragging their son along, ignoring his minor complaint of wanting to finish watching the movie.

"Vernon, what about the security cameras?" his wife hissed as they neared the exit, she froze slightly seeing someone standing there.

She had to blink, watching her husband pulling some notes out and handing it to the man. It was there she found out that her husband had bribed one of the school cleaners, who in turned had shut the security cameras off once the parents/teacher conference had finished.

Pushing the chair to the car, he pulled the unconscious boy from his chair and placed him in the trunk of the car. While his wife and son climbed into the front and backseat, he told the janitor to get rid of the chair, before climbing into his car and driving off.

Unknown to both parties of this little kidnapping, there was more than one cleaner on that night. One who noticed the cameras were off, moving to the security room the cleaner turned them back on.

She stood there and watched as the cameras recorded, the walrus of a man paying the fellow cleaner before moving the boy in a wheelchair and dumping the body into the trunk of his car.

Pulling her phone out, she contacted the teachers in the classroom and informed them what just happened, before calling the police.

The boy regained consciousness just as the Dursleys pulled into the driveway.

As he regained his senses it all came back to him, he had let his guard down while he was drawing, allowing Vernon to sneak up on him and knock him out with his meaty fist.

Before he could even think, the trunk was opened and he had been grabbed by his uncle and dragging inside the house of #4 Private Drive, where he was thrown to the ground in the living room.

It didn't help matters that he didn't have his wheelchair.

"This stupid game ends now, boy!" His uncle snarled at the freak on the floor.

His aunt was not standing that far away while Dudley was watching gleefully from the hallway.

"You will write a letter to those freaks and tell them that you are back in our custody, you will contact the police and withdraw that restraining order, then finally you WILL sign that inheritance over to us!"

Harry just looked at them as he pushed himself off the ground, moving so he was in a seated position. "Firstly, who are those freaks you speak of?" He asked evenly, not knowing what they were talking about, before stating. "That inheritance was left behind by my mother for me!"

"YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!" Uncle Vernon roared like a bull. He grabbed the boy by his neck and lifting him off the ground. "After WE take YOU in, GIVE you clothes, FED you!" he shouted, each proclamation was accentuated with a blow to Harry, hitting him in the head or in the chest. "THIS IS THE THANKS WE GET!"

"Vernon stop!" Petunia screech.

The beaten form of her nephew was dropped to the floor, he was bleeding slightly and it was dripping onto the carpet.

"We need him alive. Otherwise, we can prove nothing," the man grunted but nodded, knowing she was right. "I'll get the form that proves the freak wants to withdraw the restraining order, you send a letter to that school of…magic…"

"School…o-of magic?"

Looking back, they see the slightly shocked that the boy wasn't out cold like he normally was after their beating.

He was looking at them with those forest green eyes, which were full of rage that caused Petunia to remember that stare her dead freakish sister use to give her.

"A-are you saying…" he stopped as he coughed up some blood, which slashed onto the carpet. "You knew about magic?"

"KNEW!?" Petunia screeched in fury. "Of course we knew! How could you not be, with my dratted sister being what she was! She was a freak and I was the only one who saw her for what she was!"

She started to rant in a way that even caused her husband to slightly back away from her.

"But no, my parents were always 'Lily this,' and 'Lily that,' always fawning over her for those freakish things which she could do! Always coming home, turning harmless objects into disgusting animals and doing other freakish things and always showing off! And then she ran off with that awful Potter man, married him, had you and your brother with him, and then, just to top it all off, left you with us because she was stupid enough to get herself murdered!"

The temperature around the boy fell cold as his aunt continued ranted on, but those final words seemed to reverberate in the air after it came out. "Murdered?" he repeated trying to remain awake.

"You heard me," Petunia snapped at him. "Murdered! As in got herself killed by someone else, another one of those freaks." She snarled, going into a rant again. "Then your father abandons you here, believing you have no magic and so you wouldn't be in the way of training his over son, you brother…"

"You're lying." he told her, cutting her off as his fist were clenched weakly.

"Excuse me?" she replied, not believing her freak of a nephew, just questioned her.

"You lied about everything to do with my whole life," Harry shouted at her. "So why should I believe you now?"

His aunt didn't have an answer for that one, but his Uncle did. He wasn't going to have some freak question his perfect family.

"You are listening to me, and you listen good you little freak!" he snarled harshly, lifting his nephew into the air once again by his throat, before screaming into his face. "I WISH YOU HAD DIED WITH YOUR MOTHER! NO ONE WANTS YOU! NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU! THOSE WHO DO ARE DOING IT BECAUSE THEY PITY YOU! YOU WILL DIE ALONE IN THIS…"

He was cut off when as a thorn of ice cut into his hands, causing the man to cry out in pain as he drop the boy, who was gasping for air.

"YOU!" he roared grabbing the boy by his shirt and going to slam him against the living room window.

A hand lashed out grabbing Vernon's wrist, stopping him dead. The boy gave a weak smile as Zafira, in his human form, was standing there. The whale size of a man began to shiver in fear at the dark expression on the man's face.

Petunia screeched at the man who had just broken down their front door, while Dudley was trying to hide behind his aunt also in fear.

Vernon wailed in pain as Zafira twisted his wrist causing him to release the boy. "LET GO OF ME THIS SECOND! I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED FOR BREAKING AN EN…" that was all Vernon was able to shout, before Zafria's free fist made contact with the centre man's face.

"You will remain silent." He spoke silently, though the Dursley's could hear him, but also darkly, causing them to fear him more. Zafira turned to his master and gently moved him so he was in a sat up position. "Master, are you all right?"

The boy smiled weakly at him, despite the pain he was suffering from bruises on his face and body combined with the bleeding, and slowly nodded his head. "Thank you, Zafira…" he muttered weakly, the loss of blood was forcing him back into a state of unconsciousness.

{Shamal hurry, he needs medical help now!} Zafira shouted through their link as he was trying to keep the boy awake but was becoming harder to do so. Zafira had failed to notice that Vernon finally snapped and grab his hunting rifle off the mantelpiece, along with one of the bullets he left next to it.

Loading the gun, he pointed it at Zafira "ALL YOU FREAKS SHOULD JUST DIE!" the man screamed, Zafira turned around right as the man pulled the trigger.

The gunshot echoed all through Private Drive, awaking many people from their sleep if they hadn't awakened from the screaming. If that didn't, then the sound of multiple police sirens arriving on the scene most certainly did.

Three weeks had passed since that night, the Dursley's were arrested for kidnapping, attacking a minor, and attempted murder. There was no way for them to escape this time, both were sentenced.

Petunia Dursley was sentenced to ten years in a mental asylum. This was mainly for her constant screaming, during the court trial, that it was all the freaks fault that it was their kind and the magical powers that had was causing all of this to happen.

Vernon Dursley was a slightly different matter, despite everything that had happened, the man still had some connections. Using whatever money he had left in his account, along with the last of his connections, the man was sentenced for fifteen years in jail with a chance of parole, after ten years.

Dudley was sent to live with his Aunt Marge, who in return had screamed that he brother was innocent during court, but backed off when she was warned that if she continued with the disruption she would face five years in jail.

Harrison Evans and Zafira Evans were treated into the hospital.

Not that Zafira needed it, having hidden his ears and tail when the police entered the house, but he played along and allowed them to remove the bullet from his shoulder and then bandages it.

Once it was covered, he used the regenerating system from the book to full heal his wound like it didn't happen.

Harry, on the other hand, had spent two weeks there, since Shamal couldn't use her magic to heal him with the hospital staff around. This was mainly on Doctor Astra's call, as he watched over the boy while in their care.

Once he was released back into the custody of his caretakers, Shamal didn't waste any time to heal him when they were behind the closed doors of their home.

Even though Harry reassured the Wolkenritter that he was fine, his guardians couldn't accept it.

Everything had been so peaceful up to that point that they had let their guard down because of it. Because of it, they had almost lost their master. They were lucky that Zafira was in the house at the time, and the house was close to Private Drive.

On this night, Harry was seated outside with a telescope beside him, the clouds were clear and the stars were shining bright.

His sketchpad on his lap with half drawn star map on it. However, the boy's mind was somewhere else as he was thinking, he's aunt was lying…his mother AND father were dead, right? He didn't have a brother. Otherwise, they would be living together…right?

The more he tried to think on it, the more it was hurting his head.

"Master."

The boy had to chuckle and sigh at the same time, no matter how hard he tried, the pink haired knight would always call him Master or/and by his full name, Harrison. "Yes Signum?" he asked looking over at her.

"Are you alright out here?" she asked, as since the incident she had become a lot more protective around him, having one of the guardians always watch over him when he left the house to go somewhere.

He smiled softly and nodded his head. "It's not that cold tonight, so I'm fine. Thank you for asking."

Signum stood in silence as she watched her master look through his telescope again, continuing to draw some more star-signs on his sketchpad, she could see he had a lot on his mind and was trying to put up a look so they didn't worry about him.

"Master Harrison, are you sure about this?"

"About what?" he asked, blinking slightly, putting his pencil down before turning his wheelchair around to face the knight.

Signum didn't meet his gaze as she looked down at the ground. "At your order, we will collect the pages of the Book, and you will gain immense power. Your legs shall be cured, too. No one would be able to be a threat to you like that again."

Harry just smiled, he understand the message in her words but shook his head. "I mustn't. You must collect those pages by inconveniencing many people. That's not right. It wouldn't be good to burden other people with my own selfishness. I'm already happy the way I am now." He replied as he looked up at the starlight sky. "My mother is up there watching me, she left me a small fortune, plus Uncle Gil has also helped by leaving me this house and is looking currently looking after the taxes until I come of age."

"Was he a friend of your mothers?" she asked.

Harry nods his head. "Yes, it's all thanks to him that everything has happened. It's like a wish comes true." He looks back at her, a gentle smile on his lips. "Besides, you have also granted me a wish I've always wanted. Despite it being a selfish one."

Signum blinked and looks confused. "And what was that wish?" she asked, trying to figure out what it was that the guardian could have granted him.

He rolled his wheelchair until he was before her. "That I would grow up happy with my family, and in a way I have." Reaching up slightly and pulling Signum into a hug "I have all of you with me now. I'm not alone anymore."

The knight couldn't help but smile as she gently return the hug, she could see in his eyes that he has been through so much pain and suffering, but yet he would never wish it back upon them, as she thought 'Yes…he truly is completely different from the previous masters we have served in the past. The way he treats us wasn't oppressive, plus he hasn't treated us like tools. I can see why, he even admits that it is a selfish wish, but everyone with a heart like his, deserves at least one.'

As Harry pulled away from her, the knight of the sword noticed something when the boy was speaking before, causing her to ask "What about your father? You mentioned that your mother left you a small fortune, did you father leave you anything?"

The question caused the boy to freeze slightly, he thought about those words his aunt told him 'Then your father abandons you here, believing you have no magic and so you wouldn't be in the way of training his over son, you brother…'

"I…" he knew better than to hide it, he told her what his aunt had said during her rant, which caught the knight off guard slightly.

Signum could see how this was affecting her master, the thought that his own flesh and blood could abandon him over something so little. Before she could say another word a new voice entered the conversation.

"Harry! Harry!"

Looking behind them at the house, Vita had run up to the sliding door leading out back to where they were. In her arms was the bunny Harry had brought her, the one gift that would never usually leave her side when they were in the house.

"What is it, Vita?" he asked his unofficial little sister, as she acts like one a lot lately.

Vita smiled as she asked. "Can I eat some more of the strawberry ice cream?"

"Still hungry after stuffing yourself at dinner?" Signum asked, simply shaking her head at the bottomless stomach of the youngest guardian.

The girl looked away annoyed as she stated. "Shut up! I'm a growing girl!" Before gaining a slight daze face "Harry's food is so giga-yummy too!"

"I guess there's no helping it." he muttered laughing slightly as he closed his sketchpad. "Fine then, pull out some bowls and we'll set the ice cream out."

"Got it!" Vita cheered happily, running off to the kitchen.

Signum shook her head again, knowing that their master spoils them from times as she began to push his chair up the ramp into the house. "Signum." He said as she notices the seriousness in his voice.

"Yes?"

The boy looked up at her with a serious face. "I don't want any powers of the Book. For if I do, I…that power I…I don't want to end up like how they did…"

She could see that he was reacting to it, there had been far too many people in his life who has used 'power' they had to hurt him. Like the Dursley's with the power of money which led to their greed fate, or how his past teachers would use their authority power as a teacher to discipline, plus now was his brother and father…had they really abandon him because he was believed to have no power?

"I am you master." He said officially for the first time since they appeared before him. "Forget about collecting its pages. Will you promise me this?"

Signum smiled understanding the words he spoke, nodding her head. "I swear on my knight's sword."

Harry seriousness left his facial features and was replaced with his gentle smile. "Thank you." He said softly, as they continue on into the house.

June 1st, Saturday. 1991

Hogwarts

Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

The other titles that he could be referred to, fall along the lines of:

-The Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards

-The Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot

-A Grand Sorcerer

-One of the few recipients of the Order of Merlin First Class

The old headmaster was right now walking in his normal pace up the steps to his office, whistling a happy tune.

He had just handed over a recommendation to a seventh year Hufflepuff, Nymphadora Tonks, who had come to him asking for one as she wished to join the Auror force. It pleases him nothing more, then to have youth like her with such passion towards what they want to achieve.

Pushing the door open, and shutting it behind him, he was greeted with the musical chirp of Fawkes the phoenix.

An interesting fact, many people believe that the young phoenix is bound to the old wizard, but that isn't the truth, Fawkes is a free creature that could come and go anytime he so pleases.

But after the day that Albus had saved him from those hunters, the bird has never left his side, they might not have a familiar bond but that is replaced by the trust and companionship they have in each other.

"A lovely afternoon isn't it my friend?" he asked the bird, who bobbed his head in return. Walking over to his desk, to finish the last of the paperwork before the end of the school, he was stopped but a small glow.

Looking to the side, he noticed a certain book glowing, this book was the one that held the list of all students that will be starting this year. By glowing, it had confirmed that the list has been updated and the letters will be sent once the Headmaster confirms the names.

"Is it that time already." He murmured picking the list up and bringing it up to his desk.

Once seated, he placed the book down and opened it, all the names were colour coordinated for understanding. Red means pureblood, blue means half-blood, and green means Muggle-born.

Looking over the list he had a total of forty-two students this year, which ranged from Purebloods having a total eighteen, for Half-bloods there were a total of thirteen, and for Muggle-born there were eleven.

"It would appear that there are more pureblood then muggleborn this year," Albus commented, he didn't believe in the pureblood stuff and knew this would cause slight problems as a good handful of them will end up in Slytherin.

He just hopes that they didn't believe in the Pure-Blood Supremacy.

Looking through the list, he already found one name that will more than likely cause a lot of problems.

Malfoy, Draco.

The son of Lucius Malfoy, a well-known man that supports the blood supremacy and causes a lot of trouble on the board of directors for Hogwarts. If he had his way, he would make sure that all members of the staff were pureblood and that the Muggle-born wouldn't even set foot on the school grounds.

Though he wasn't the only name he was worried about, no there were two other names that he was more worried about.

Potter, Michael and Longbottom, Neville.

The saviour of the wizarding world and his brother through the marriage of James and Alice, also the heirs to two well know Ancient and Noblest Houses. Having been in the limelight for so long has caused the two boys to be, even though he hates to say it, stubborn brats.

They act as their gods and those people should kiss the ground they walk on, worst of all like the sheep the wizarding world are, they treat the two like gods. Wherever they go, in the wizarding world, there would be the press to get pictures of the saviours and everyone line up to meet them.

To make things even worse, they encourage the Michael Potter books that Lockheart man wrote and make people believe that the boy actually did those things.

Also, while they are not full with the pure-blood supremacy, James, sorry Lord Potter, has taught them how they could use the Muggle-born to their advantage to gain even more publicity and favours in people.

A side note, during the summer of 1990, Cornelius Fudge replaced Millicent Bagnold as Minister for Magic.

The problem was the man was completely useless, give him a bag of gold and he will do whatever you want him to do. Which is where both Lucius and James meet, Lord Malfoy gives generous donations with strings attached, while siding with Lord Potter the Minister gets publicity for supporting the Boy-Who-Lived.

No doubt he will make sure that he will make sure that the Daily Prophet, on the 31st July, will have something to do with the Boy-Who-Lived, how it was his birthday. How he was going to Hogwarts, which will be followed by them going to Diagon Alley and acting like they own the place.

As he went to close the book, there was a flash as the book self-updated itself. Looking down the list, which now made forty-three students, he came across the name: Evans, Vita (?).

Dumbledore had to blink, usually when there is a question mark next to a name, it means the book can't tell or sense the person's magic as something seemed to be blocking it.

At this point, either the Head of House or even the headmaster/mistress could go to the location and see what the person is like and make a judgment on whether or not to accept said person into this school.

This has only happened three times in Hogwarts History, he hate to say it but Tom Riddle was the final person who had his name appear with the mark next to it, as such Albus was sent to see and from their history goes on.

Thinking on who to send, he stopped for a second as he looked at the name above it. Evans, Harrison.

Nine years, has it already been nine years? The headmaster mused this as he leaned back in his chair.

It seems Albus was correct all those years ago, Harry wasn't a squib and did indeed held magic. He would love nothing more than to take this over to James Potter and prove his point, but that wouldn't do him any good.

First of all, James would act like he knew all along that Harry had magic and had sent him away for his safety, and then he would make a big thing out of it under the lines of a Potter family reuniting.

It's already going to be bad enough this coming year, now that he is going to be teaching here. Minerva has finally come to the stress of holding three positions in this school. Transfiguration Professor, Head of Gryffindor House, and Deputy Headmistress.

Making a deal with James, who wanted to 'look after' his two sons, that the lord would teach Transfiguration from first to fifth year, so Minerva will only have to worry about the N.E.W.T level students.

Speaking of professors…

The current Defence Against the Dark Arts professor had suffered a magical heart attack the previous day.

Though he was lucky to find out that Quirinus, who was returning from his yearlong break to gain hands on experience in defence, has agreed to fill in the spot for next year, though something seems off about the man.

But the annoying matter is that the Muggle Studies teacher that had been signed on for this year would be leaving, he was not interested in renewing his contract for another year. This now left an open spot and Albus really didn't want to high another Pure-Blood who would simply make a mockery of the mundane world since they know nothing about it.

Shaking his head back to the matter on hand, he looked over the list and nodded as it seemed both Harry and this Vita lived in the same home, so it would be like killing two birds with a single stone. Going to drop the letters off and seeing if this Vita could be trusted to come to Hogwarts.

Though he would have to wait until the school year finished, this will be in two weeks.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

I am sorry if there are any mistakes, I'm not a professional writer, I'm just doing this for fun.

Next Chapter: Dumbledore visits the Evans family residence to talk about the issues, plus the family members head to Diagon Alley, where they meet some difficulty.

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