The Relatives

A/N and Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters. Nor do I own the schools. The Characters all belong to JKR and her publishers. The Saint Schools belong to Radaslab. I'm just borrowing them to play with. I make no income from this.

Harry never returned to the Dursleys home. He stayed with his grandparents. He was released from the primary school in Little Whinging with the principals permission. The Principal even received a gift from the Evans as a reward for finding their lost grandson.

As for the Dursleys. Well nothing much happened there after Harry disappeared. Petunia called the school to ask what happened to Harry after he did not come home. The Principal explained that Harry was now under the auspices of Childrens Services, and that the Dursleys had better not complain or the fact they had abused Harry would be brought to the attention of the Authorities which would allow them to drag the Dursleys into court for trial and possibly jail. Petunia shuddered and later told Vernon that the boy had run away and they were probably well rid of the freak.

Petunia had no idea that the principal had actually lied to her.

Since Dudley no longer had a ready made victim such as a cousin to attack, he began assaulting other children in the school. Their parents refused to stay silent so there were numerous complaints to both the school principal and the Police over the next four years. None of these complaints were ever resolved because the Dursleys refused to accept that their sweet Duddykins was actually committing all these horrible attacks. So by the time Dudley was 10 years old, he had a rap sheet with the police that covered more than 4 pages. Most of the crimes were assaults, theft and attempted assaults.

When the time came for Dudley to apply to Smeltings, Vernons alma mater, his application for enrollment was refused. Vernon was furious and demanded to know why. The school explained that Dudley Dursley of Little Whinging, Surrey, had a police record and therefore was refused entry because criminals were not permitted to enroll at Smeltings. Dudley was forced to attend Stonewall Comprehensive and continued his bullying behaviour. Shortly after his 13th birthday, Dudley Dursley was sentenced to a juvenile detention centre until his 18th birthday.

Petunia was horrified. Her family was no longer normal and her son was a criminal and it was all that freaks fault. If he had stayed at the Dursleys like he was supposed to, then Dudley would not have bullied anyone else and he would never have gotten any police record.

After Harry disappeared, Vernon had to hire a gardener to keep the gardens looking nice and tidy, because otherwise the neighbours would gossip about them. Petunia had to cook all the meals and spend her days keeping the house clean. They were too busy to notice what Dudley was doing until his police record was released. The fact that all the neighbours now knew that her son was a criminal was a major embarrassment to Petunia. She did not dare show her face on the street, knowing that all her neighbours were staring at her, gossiping about her, pointing fingers at her. Petunia became a shut-in and chose to stay home and keep the house clean.

Since there were no blood wards at the Dursleys home, headmaster Dumbledore did not notice anything different. The blood wards that Dumbledore had set up at the Dursleys home back in 1981, had fallen within the first 24 hours of Harry's arrival. They were gone even before Dumbledore had had time to set up his little tracking instruments back in his office.

Blood wards were illegal, but they worked on the emotion of love. Since there was no love whatsoever between Petunia and her nephew, the wards did not stay up at all. Indeed, after Vernon had told Petunia how Harry was to be raised, the boy had been dumped in the cupboard under the stairs to sleep that first afternoon and that had been his bedroom ever since. The wards had disappeared the moment Harry's cupboard door was closed behind him on that first day, leaving him in the dark.

After Harry's 6th birthday with his grandparents, he settled down to two years of home grown lessons from his grandparents and a few other select tutors. These studies included mundane subjects such as English, French, Latin, Maths, Science, Social Studies, Mundane History and Genealogy. He was also taught magical subjects such as Wizarding customs and traditions, Wizarding Families of Britain, Wizarding history, Wandless magic, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy and Astronomy.

Harry was also told many many stories about the wizarding world including stories about squibs, stories related to pureblood genealogical history, stories about his maternal grandparents who were now his guardians as well as stories about his mother and what little they knew of his father and his fathers friends.

The most important stories Harry had learned were those of his grandparents Rose and Selwyn Evans. As a squib Selwyn might have been able to make and dispense Potions in the wizarding world, if his family had not exiled him to the mundane world just for being a squib.

Upon first arriving in the mundane world, not knowing anything or anyone, Selwyn was soon picked up by an adult squib who patrolled the area around the Leaky Cauldron. Selwyn had been educated at St Georges Magical Academy. The closest mundane equivalent of potions were Essential Oils, and since these had been around for over 2000 years. Selwyn decided to make them his speciality.

In the twenty five years since he had graduated from St Georges Academy, Selwyn had built up his chain of retail stores which sold nothing but Essential Oils. The business was called Bare Essentials. There were now some twenty shops scattered throughout Britain, Ireland, France, Spain and Italy. There were also several branches of Bare Essentials in the largest magical districts of those same countries as well. More recently Selwyn had been attempting to branch out and break into the American market.

Along with his regular mundane and magical subjects, Harry also learned how to make and distill some of the basic Essential Oils. As he grew older he would learn how to distill and blend the more complicated Oils.

Harry also began to recover from the years of neglect and verbal abuse. He took lots of nutrition and growth potions. He also used Essential Oils for some of his health problems as well. He joined a local community soccer team and became a very good winger and goal kicker due to his fast running. Harry also began attending Tai Chi classes as a form of meditation and control for the later martial arts classes that were planned. Within a year Harry had grown six inches and was now almost as tall as his horrible cousin Dudley.

One of the more dangerous visits to Gringotts had enabled the goblins to remove the dark curse that was hiding behind Harry's scar. Rose had commented on how unusual it was to have a six year old scar that was still angry and red and that had clearly not healed up. Something must be preventing any healing from taking place. Once the curse was removed, the scar quickly became very faint and by the time Harry turned 8 years old, the scar was virtually undetectable.

Once the curse was removed from Harry's scar, his eyes and vision improved rather dramatically so that he was now able to see without the use of glasses. Both of these procedures allowed Harry to study more easily and he stopped having mysterious headaches and shooting pains from the scar that no longer existed.

Rose and Selwyn took Harry on many field trips around Britain, as well as short trips to France, Spain, Italy and Greece. Many of their trips were to magical shopping districts or wizarding historical places. There was one place that Harry voluntarily stayed away from, for now. Diagon Alley.

Harry had also been told the well known stories of what happened to his parents, why he survived and who had betrayed his parents to the Dark Wizard. But the fact that Harry was well known, and indeed, almost worshipped in the wizarding world, did not sit well with him at all.

One day Harry asked his grandpa if on his next trip to Diagon alley, he could, "...bring home some of the books written about me. I want to see how accurate they are."

Selwyn smiled. Here was another chance to stick it to the wizarding world. Sue all the authors and publishers of the Harry Potter books for printing inaccurate information.

"I have to drop off some more Product for the shop in Diagon Alley next week. I promise I will stop off at the bookshop and pick up some books for you. I'll also let our lawyers know as well."

Harry nodded. "Thank you, Grandpa."

A week later when Selwyn arrived home with ten different books about Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, Harry sat down to read them. Most of these books were aimed at children so he had no trouble reading them.

The first item of concern to Harry was the fact that every single cover portrayed a skinny boy with messy black hair, a scar on his forehead, and big green eyes behind a pair of round glasses.

"How do they know what I looked like? How do they know about my scar? No one from the wizarding world has ever seen me that I am aware of. I'm pretty sure that I have never seen or spoken to anyone who claimed to be a witch or a wizard. And while I think about it, WHO exactly placed me with the Dursleys?"

"What about squibs?" asked Rose. "Some of them, like us, have learnt how to blend into the mundane world. Most squibs however never do manage it. Was there anyone in the neighbourhood who dressed or acted weird and who paid a lot of attention towards you?"

Harry's face went white. "Mrs Figg! She used to babysit me whenever the Dursleys were away on holidays. They refused to take me with them."

"Do you know her first name?" Rose asked again.

"Arabella, I think." was Harry's reply.

"Then it is quite possible that she could have sent any description of you, photos of you, and news about you back to the wizarding world pretty easily and regularly. As to who she was reporting to, that we don't know for sure. But going on what Lily and James wrote in their will, I think it was most likely that damnable Dumbledore." Selwyn was getting quite hot under the collar about this invasion of his grandsons privacy. "This could also mean that it may have been Dumbledore who left you with the Dursleys."

"The good news Harry, is that you no longer have that scar, you no longer wear glasses and you have a new name." Rose continued thinking out loud. "You may have to wear a disguise whenever you go to any magical district in Britain. Perhaps wear coloured contacts to change the colour of your eyes, maybe dye your hair a different colour. And once you grow a few inches and fill out a bit, you won't be so skinny and thus you won't look quite so much like those boys on the covers any more."

Harry relaxed now that his grandma had offered some really good solutions for getting around unnoticed.

"The other good thing is that, we can do all your school shopping in the other alleys away from the main strip. My brother is a wand maker in Fine alley and we'll ask him to craft you a wand. He makes wands with NO ministry trace on them. We can avoid Ollivanders altogether. We don't even need to do that until you turn eleven which is several years away. Who knows how tall and how much you will change between now and then?" Selwyn was offering even more helpful solutions.

Harry settled down and began skimming through the books again. Most of them offered adventures that Harry had certainly never been on, fighting against creatures he had never heard of.

"What about magazine articles and newspapers. Does the wizarding world have those? Would I be able to see any back issues?" Harry asked.

"Yes, there are magazines and newspapers, but I'll ask Matthew to look into those and see what they have said about you." Selwyn replied.

Harry smiled again and continued skimming the books.

As he finished glancing through the books, Harry made his opinion known. "Grandpa, These are all fiction. Were they in the fictional section or the non-fictional section of the bookshop?"

"Non-fictional Harry. They are always sold as true stories about you, because you are a real person, and therefore these stories are sold as biographical."

"In that case we need to sue the pants off these people who write and publish these lies. Can you ask the family lawyer to start the process?" Harry's voice was plaintive. He really really did NOT want to be famous. And he certainly did not want anyone telling lies about him. Then an idea popped into Harry's head.

"You know, we could make it a crime to write the name of Harry Potter. They can say the name all they like. So every time they want to write the name of Harry Potter, they must get permission. Of course St Georges Academy will have permission to write the name of Harry Potter in any and all school related files if it becomes necessary, but anyone else who wants to write a story or mention my name in any book, story, article or letter, MUST obtain permission for each and every time they want to write my name. I can't stop people talking about me, so that won't be a crime, but writing about me will be a crime. How does that sound?"

Harry beamed as he mentioned his most diabolical plan yet.

"Certainly Harry. The next time I go to the Alley I'll speak to the lawyers and get those plans put into action."

Harry now had ideas just pouring out of him. "If we can put some magic into that so that magic removes the written name of Harry Potter anywhere in the wizarding world? Especially where permission has NOT been asked for the use of my name? Oh, and can we also do something about Mrs Figg, who lived in the area and probably spied on me?"

"I'll mention those ideas to the lawyer as well." Grandpa promised.

"Will this be the law in both the mundane and magical worlds or just the magical world." Rose asked with a grin.

"The Mundane world doesn't give a hoot about Harry Potter. So, my plan for this law to be legal only in the Wizarding world. That way magic can enforce it." Harry replied.

Selwyn nodded. "Good. I'm sure the lawyers can do that."

A week later when Selwyn visited the Diagon Alley district again, he stopped in to see his lawyer.

"Dempster Wiggleswade!" Selwyn exclaimed as they shook hands.

Wiggleswade worked part time for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (the DMLE) and part time for himself. This meant that he could never take on any criminal type clients or cases, because that would create a conflict of interest with the DMLE. Most of the time he dealt with legal problems such as wills, trusts, finances, patents, copyrights and other legal business matters.

"Selwyn. What can I do for you today?" Wiggleswade replied.

"Rose and I have been granted guardianship of our grandson Harry Potter and he is most unhappy at all the false things being written about him in our world. He wonders what the books, newspapers and magazines are saying about him. He would like to sue those authors and publications who are defaming his name. So far, everything he has read is completely false and yet the authors claim their books to be biographies. He has never spoken to anyone from the wizarding media. He would like to have a law passed that says that no one can WRITE his name for any reason unless they have permission. People can talk about him but no one can write his name. This will prevent his name from ever being printed or written in books, newspapers, magazines and letters ever again."

Wigglewade smiled. "Oh I do like that. Your grandson sounds like he is a very intelligent young man. Is there anyone or any group in our world that he wishes to be made an example of?"

Selwyn nodded. "If you can pass such a law without Dumbledore, and by extension the staff of Hogwarts, being aware, so much the better. We have some evidence that it was probably Dumbledore who placed Harry into the abusive environment in which he grew up, and believe me, it was not a happy one at all. Harry does not plan to attend Hogwarts school at all."

"What about his magical education?" Wiggleswade asked with a frown.

Selwyn sighed. "He will be homeschooled in all required Magical subjects."

Wiggleswade nodded. "Alright. I'll do this. How do you wish to pay?"

"How much of a retainer do you require?"

"Two hundred galleons a month for as long as I am on the case. Is that acceptable?"

Selwyn nodded and the two men shook hands.

"How do you want to proceed?" Wiggleswade asked.

"How often does Dumbledore head to Europe for ICW business?" Selwyn asked in reply.

"Usually during the summer while both Hogwarts and the Wizengamot are in recess."

"Good. So if you can aim to pass this law in the Wizengamot, during the summer, on a matter of some urgency, within the next two to three years if possible, that would be good. Dumbledore will not be present to whip up any support against this law. After the law is passed, then you can attack the authors and publishers for writing stories about a boy who now has no name, but whose likeness is similar. You also need to go after Arabella Figg, a squib who lives in Little Whinging, Surrey, and who has probably been reporting back to Dumbledore on Harry's activities and progress."

A contract was quickly drawn up with everything Selwyn had mentioned being written down including the payment and the deadline - no later than the summer of 1991. Since the current year was 1987, Wiggleswade had 4 years. Both Selwyn Evans and Dempster Wiggleswade signed this contract using a blood quill.

As far as the Ministry of Magic were concerned, the only people in the Mundane world who were aware of the Magical world were the Prime Minister and the Queen. And the only Magical school in Britain and Ireland was Hogwarts.

The Ministry of Magic seemed to have totally ignored, disregarded and forgotten all the Squibs who were summarily ejected from their world, all the mundane born magicals who left their world and all the family members of those mundane born magicals who knew that magic existed.

Selwyn and Rose had previously explained to Harry just how famous he was in the wizarding world. This was one reason why they had enrolled him at St Georges Academy as opposed to Hogwarts.

"Because Hogwarts is pretty much the centre of the wizarding world. Not even the Ministry of Magic can boast the same kind of history and influence that Hogwarts has."

The Evans' also explained that Harry was seen as the Saviour of the Wizarding world and that he would be expected to save them if the Dark Lord ever returned. Harry was also told of the celebrations that were held on Samhain - Halloween - for the defeat of the Dark Lord.

"No way." Harry snorted in derision. "If they expect me to save them, then they are delusional. And they expect me to celebrate the day my parents died? I don't think so. If the Dark Lord ever does return, they can save themselves. If he attacks me, sure I will fight. But only to save me and my family and friends."

Harry thought about what he had been told and eventually asked his grandparents if they knew why the Dark Lord had targeted his family specifically.

"Err, there were rumours of a prophecy, but we don't know the details." Rose replied hesitantly.

"Oh, now that is just perfect. Prophecies can refer to anyone. So WHO decided that this prophecy referred to me, huh?" Harry rolled his eyes.

Rose and Selwyn could only shrug their shoulders.

Harry was not at all happy with this situation. This meant he was famous for something that someone had manipulated his family into doing, and being killed for their efforts. If and when he discovered who this someone was, this person who was clearly manipulating his life, Harry was going to be most unhappy.

During the summer of 1988, Harry and his grandparents went on one last trip to Europe before he settled down to school. Harry spent his summer holidays travelling through North Africa. He and his grandparents visited the souks and bazaars of Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia and Egypt.

In Cairo, Harry was permitted to enter a couple of ancient tombs that had been cleared of many curses. He had also spoken to a few snakes, picked up some old books on magic from several book stalls, and had fun learning to speak a new language, that of Arabic. Harry loved this trip and he returned to England quite tanned from all the hours he had spent in the sun.

Harry arrived back in London August 27th, a Saturday. School was due to start the following Thursday, 1st September, 1988. Harry still had to get some items from his supply list. So on Monday 29th of August, Harry had his baseball cap in his bag just in case. He planned to test out the changes in his body and in his health, hoping that the natural changes had sufficiently disguised himself. He and Selwyn travelled by Underground to Charing Cross station and then walked up the road to the Leaky Cauldron.

Once inside Diagon alley, Harry and Selwyn moved quickly to the Daily Prophet building. This was a large square grey concrete building with very few windows, and absolutely no personality. It was just there. On one corner of the building, there was a very fancy set of stairs leading up to some very ornate double doors. Clearly this was the main entrance to the newspaper building.

Selwyn led Harry to the opposite corner of the building from the ornate stairs, where he promptly disappeared around the corner of the building. When Harry got to the corner he discovered a gap between the Daily Prophet building and the building next door that was taken up by a large tree. But there was a small space beside the tree, just large enough for one person to slip through. Slipping into the space, Harry discovered that the gap between the two buildings continued along a path and so did he.

When he arrived at the end of the Daily Prophet building, the path opened out into a large open alley with much more modern looking buildings and nice bright large store front windows. On the back of the Newspaper building he spotted a sign that said "Fine Alley"

"Fine Alley. Finally" Harry grinned. "I love it." He chuckled.

Harry spotted his grandfather standing outside a shop that had a sign above the door, and hurried to catch up.

Selwyn opened the door and pulled Harry through.

"William, I brought a customer!" he yelled.

"No need to shout, brother." A tall grey haired man replied as he moved into view with one finger covering his ear as if he was trying to protect it.

"Sorry William. I have someone here I would like you to meet. This is my grandson Harry Potter, aka Harry Selwyn." Pulling Harry forward, Selwyn continued speaking. "He does not need a wand at this time, but he will require one in three years. Should he get a wand at this early age?"

"Hello, Harry. Very nice to meet you. Will you be attending St Georges Academy?" William asked.

Harry nodded.

The man held out his hand and spoke. "An excellent school. I'm William Selwyn. And your grandfather here is my brother."

Harry shook his hand."Harry Potter, well Harry Selwyn actually. I have to get used to using my new name." he said as he introduced himself. "How come your last name is Selwyn, and Grandpa's first name is Selwyn?"

The two men chuckled.

"Because Harry, I changed my name when I was forced to leave the wizarding world and was dumped into the Mundane world." Grandpa Selwyn spoke up. "My real name is Ivor Selwyn. The Welsh version of Ivor is Evans. So I just swapped them around and got some mundane legal ID."

Harry nodded. He understood. This meant that his mothers maiden name was really Lily Selwyn and NOT Lily Evans.

"Good. Now are you right or left handed?" William asked.

"Right handed" replied Harry.

"I won't make you a wand right now. But I can show you the parts from which they are made, if you are interested?" Harry nodded again.

William pointed to a series of boards running along the counter top. Filled with small pieces of wood, different coloured feathers, and other interesting items.

"Run your hands lightly over all of these and indicate which ones 'sing' to you, which ones can you feel, which ones make your skin or body tingle, and tell me."

Harry nodded and slowly began feeling the wooden pieces.

Harry felt tingles in his fingers when his hands brushed over 2 pieces of wood, but then his hand came to rest on a piece of red wood and his whole body immediately felt lighter, not so burdened.

"This wood, Mr Selwyn. What is this wood? My whole body feels lighter and happy."

"That's Mahogany, Harry. An excellent choice. Now, do the same thing to find the best core." William remarked, pointing to another board that held feathers and other interesting items.

Within seconds Harry could feel his body singing as his hand hovered over a thin red line. "This one, Mr Selwyn." Harry replied with a huge smile on his face.

"Another excellent choice, Mr Potter. That is dragon heart string. While I won't do anything now, I will make a note of your choices and when you come back in three years time, you can test and see if any of those choices have changed."

Harry and Selwyn said goodbye and left the store.

Farther down the alley they came to a shop with a sign that said Bare Essentials. In smaller letters at the bottom, the sign said, Owners, Matthew and Catherine Selwyn. Selwyn stopped outside this shop and explained this was one of his shops, and that he would like to introduce Harry to his nephew and to Harry's new second cousins if they were home.

Stepping into this shop was an eye opener for Harry. All along three walls, both sides and most of the back wall, there were floor to ceiling shelves, all covered with small bottles of liquid of many different colours and shades. The bell on the door tinkled as Selwyn closed the door.

A dark haired lady emerged from the door behind the counter.

"Hello Selwyn. How are you? And who is this young man?" she asked.

"Is Matthew here? I'd like you both to meet my grandson."

The lady disappeared out the back and a few minutes later she and her husband both re-emerged.

"Hello, Uncle Selwyn. How are you today? "

"Matthew, Catherine, I would like for you to meet my grandson, Harry Selwyn. And Matthew, Rose and I have asked Gringotts to register you as Harry's magical guardian. I hope you will accept. We will continue to be Harry's legal guardians as specified in Lily's will. He will continue to live with us and he will be starting at St Georges Academy next week. That is why we are here. We have to get his supplies. I just dropped in so you can meet him."

Matthew moved over to Harry and stuck out his hand for Harry to shake. "Welcome to the Selwyn family, Harry. I would be happy to be your magical guardian."

Since Matthew's children were not currently in the house, Selwyn and Harry left fairly quickly and headed for the nearest bookshop so that Harry could purchase the necessary supplies.

The bookshop in Fine Alley was officially called The Book of Shadows. Unofficially it was just called The Shadows Bookshop. Harry was told that The Book of Shadows was a mundane phrase that referred to the family Grimoire or books of family magic. Every magical family had a Grimoire where family spells, prayers, blessings, curses, herbal recipes, family events, family feuds, family history, genealogy, alliances and enemies were recorded.

"Do I have a family Grimoire?" Harry asked.

"You should, yes. It's probably in the Family Vault. But you won't be able to access that until you are at least 17, or emancipated, whichever comes first." Grandpa Selwyn replied.

The owner of the Shadows Bookshop turned out to be Adrienne Selwyn, Matthews eldest daughter and Harry's second cousin. The shop had previously been owned by a mundane witch who gave it up when she got married. Adrienne was having so much fun. She sold a wide variety of magical books, as well as mundane books on magic and all the required textbooks for the Saint schools. Since Flourish and Blotts had a exclusive contract to supply Hogwarts textbooks, she was unable to provide their books. Not that she minded. The Saint schools were a much better education system. Adrienne herself was a squib and she had attended St George's Academy of Magic.

"Let's see your list," Adrienne demanded. "I want to see if anything has changed."

Magical Theory by Adelbert Wafling

Rune Dictionary

Ancient Runes Made Easy by Laurenzoo

Numerology by L Wakefield

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Most Potente Potions

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Ingredient Encyclopedia

Goshawks Guide to Herbology by Miranda Goshawk

The Universal Penman by George Bickham

The Egyptian Book of the Dead

Nature's Nobility, A Wizarding Genealogy

"Nope. Nothing's changed." It didn't take long for Adrienne to bustle around the shop collecting all the books.

"That will be 28 Galleons please."

Harry paid with his new Gringotts debit card and asked Adrienne to shrink the books down, which she did.

Harry and Selwyn then had lunch at The Best Cafe further down the Alley, before negotiating the narrow path beside the Daily Prophet building exiting back into Diagon alley. Keeping his head down so that his eyes did not meet any else's, Harry and Selwyn made their way to the Leaky Cauldron which they hurriedly exited to return to their mundane home.

Once back home, Selwyn asked Harry a question.

"I see that one of your books there was written by Miranda Goshawk. In all the genealogical and family history I have told you over the last 2 years, are you aware that you are connected to the Goshawk family? Not descended from any of them, but definitely connected."

"Really?" Harry asked, very intrigued by this family connection. "Tell me about them and how I am related to them, Grandpa."

"You should start collecting the chocolate frog cards of all the famous Wizards. I bet you may be descended from or related to quite a number of them. Anyway. Miranda Goshawk, who wrote your Standard Book of Spells series, was the youngest of 9 children. She was born in 1912. Her parents were Norman Goshawk and Myra Buchanan. Myra came a from a large family, so for her to have 9 childern was not a problem. The fact that they didn't have any sons was a concern. So Norman and Myra did their best to make advantageous marriages for their daughters as much as possible. Most of the daughters found their own spouses, but some had to be married under a betrothal contract. Anyway the first three girls born to Norman and Myra Goshawk were a pair of identical twins named Corona and Carina Goshawk. They were born in the year 1900."

"Those sound like astronomical names. Could there be a Black connection in there somewhere?" Harry asked. He remembered his family history since he too was descended from the Black family.

"Very good Harry. Yes, Norman Goshawk's parents were Finlay Goshawk and Elladora Black. And Elladora Black was of course the daughter of the first Cygnus Black and Ella Max. Anyway, getting back to the Goshawk twin daughters, Carina and Corona, there is no record of whether Corona ever married or had childern. Carina however married a Scotsman named Malcolm Ross and had two daughters. Those daughters were Isobel and Catriona Ross. Isobel Ross married Robert McGonagall, and had three childern. They were Minerva, the only daughter, and two sons, Malcolm and Robert jr. The last known information I have says that Minerva McGonagall is a teacher at Hogwarts School. According to the genealogies, Minerva McGonagall is actually your fourth cousin. But she is more than forty years older than you. She probably does not even know that you and she are related.

Catriona Ross was born in 1920 and she married a Pureblood name Septimus Prince. Their daughter was Eileen Prince, was born in 1940, and she was last known to have been apprenticed as potions mistress, until she was raped by a muggle, disowned by her father and thrown out of the family. The child she had was named Severus Snape. He was born in 1960 and although he would have preferred to have used his mothers surname, Magic said that his surname was Snape, from his muggle father. That is what the inheritance tests revealed. Like his mother, he too has also become a very well known Potions Master. Like McGonagall, he is also your fourth cousin. And Eileen Prince and Minerva McGonagall were first cousins. Although whether or not, they knew that, we have no idea.

"As far as we can determine, you Harry are not descended from any of the Goshawk daughters. You are however descended from Cynus Black and Ella Max through their son Phineas Nigellus Black who was reputed to be the worst ever Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The good news is that you will not be attending Hogwarts. Their curriculum has been dumbed down quite considerably over the last fifty years. Not sure why yet, but that is not your concern at this time. Anyway, Phineas Nigellus Black had a son named after his father. This boy is known as Cygnus Black II. His daughter Dorea Black was born in 1920 and of course you know that her son is your father James Charlus Potter. He was born in 1960.

Ok now that's your fathers family history. Let me tell you about your mothers family. Once upon a time back in the late 1800s there was a wizard who lived in Wales. His name was Daffyd Selwyn. He had three sons, Ivor, Richard and William, or Gwylim in welsh. Daffyd married a pureblood witch under a betrothal contract. This was a match made for bloodline or dynastic reasons and not for love. Daffyd did his duty but he later said that he had no love for his wife whatsoever. It was a loveless marriage. Anyway, their first son Ivor turned out to be a squib. When he did not receive his letter to Hogwarts on his eleventh birthday, he was exiled from the family, but not disowned. That is a very important detail in genealogical history. So young Ivor was pushed through the door of the Leaky Cauldren into Mundane London wearing only his robes and carrying a small bag of clothes and some galleons. They did not even bother to change any galleons into Mundane money. He was later picked up an older squib who kept an eye on the Leaky Cauldron for Squib children being pushed out of the wizarding world. Since Ivor Selwyn had no mundane documents, he changed his name to that of Selwyn Evans and new documents were drawn up for the homeless boy whose house had gone up in flames and he was the only survivor in the family."

"Is that you, grandpa?" Harry asked.

Grandpa Selwyn nodded. "Yes Harry, it is. This is my story."

"Cool" Said Harry.

"Anyway, I was sent to St Georges Academy where I excelled in potions. I had also been interested in potions back when I was still with my family as well, but since potions cannot be brewed in the Mundane world, I developed an interest in Essential Oils. They are brewed or distilled in a very similar manner to that of potions, and what made them more interesting was that they had a long and reknowned history. So I went to a mundane university and graduated with a Degree in chemistry, and then became an Aromatherapy expert so that I could learn everything I needed to know about making and distilling essential oils. And, as you know, I've built up pretty good business out of it. I have been teaching you the basics of Essential Oils for the last 2 years and while you are attending St Georges, you can compare them with the potions that you will be brewing."

Harry spent the next few days anxiously awaiting the first day of school as well as reading his new books. There was even a small brochure about the Saint schools included with his books. He couldn't wait to learn about the history of the schools.