Here's the next chapter for this story. I know it's going up pretty fast after the last one, but this is really well outlined for at least another chapter or two before I will slow the chapter posting to once in a while. For now I hope you enjoy it, and also, feel free to correct any mistakes I make in the story line as soon as possible so I can replace it before I cover over it with more stuff.

Harry was, as he usually was in the mornings, cooking breakfast for the family. Currently he was nine years old, and today was his cousin Dudleys birthday. Of course Harry himself would be thrust into the care of the neighborhoods resident cat lady. It wasn't all bad though, as long as you could ignore the smell and all the hair everywhere.

Harry ignored Dudley when he was yelling about not getting enough presents. Harry never received any presents, all he ever received were hand-me-downs from Dudley and they never fit since his cousin was determined to eat everything he came across.

Suddenly a knock on the door made everyone freeze in their places. They weren't expecting Dudleys friend for quite a while longer, so they were quite surprised.

Vernon went to the door and opened it and Harry, Dudley, and Harry's aunt Petunia strained their ears to hear what was said.

"Who are you?" That was obviously his uncle's deep voice. It was a respectful tone for once in a long while that his uncle reserved for people who looked like they were made of money, or his bosses.

"My apologies for this early visit mister Dursely. My name is Sora. I'm here to speak with one..." The man who spoke had a very smooth voice, and by his name he was most likely a foreigner even with his fluent English with no accent. While he paused in his speaking, the rustling of papers could be heard briefly before the man continued to speak. "Harry James Potter of 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Is he here?"

Harry froze in his spot so much so that a statue would be jealous of him. His aunt and cousin looked at him in disbelief and curiosity, Dudley even managed to whisper "Why would he want to speak with you?" with no small amount of disgust towards Harry but Harry had no answers for him, he didn't recognize the voice either.

"May I ask why you need to speak with the boy?" His uncles voice was just as full of confusion and, was that a little fear?

"It is a private business I am afraid to say. Until I speak with him in full, I cannot disclose my reasons for my presence."

Vernon seemed to remain silent, probably contemplating rejecting the man, but ultimately Harry didn't believe he would, as his respectful tone was very rare. In the end Vernon excused himself from the mans presence and all three of the other houses occupants backed away from the door.

"You, boy, with me. Now" It was so different from how he had spoken to the man, but Harry was more used to this way of him speaking, full of disgust and reluctance. Well the reluctance only came out when it wasn't a punishment he was about to dish out. Harry was then led out to the front door where a smiling white haired man stood. This too was different than what he was used to, the smile that is. It was no wonder his uncle used such polite speech, this man looked like he had plenty of money.

"Hello young mister Potter, my name is Sora, may I call you Harry?"

"Err, yes sir."

"Spectacular. If you'll come with me for a moment I'd like to speak with you in private if that is alright?"

When Harry nodded Sora looked at Vernon again. "May I borrow your backyard mister Dursley? Talking on the street is hardly private." Soras smile was back in place but it wasn't the same kind of gentle smile he gave Harry, this one looked more like a fake one.

"Of course, feel free." Vernon had obviously done this with reluctance but Harry thought his curiosity was greater and influenced that choice.

"My thanks. Harry, follow me please." Harry did so immediately after Sora started walking around the house. One they were out of ear-shot of anyone who wanted to listen Sora sighed. "Now then, young Harry, there's a few things I'd like to know, and I want you to be completely honest with me okay? I will be able to tell if you lie."

Harry nodded slowly, not knowing what to say for a moment. "Yes sir." He had said once he found the words to use. This was a very confusing day so far.

"First of all, I apologize for not coming sooner. I would have been here last week but I had to go through a bunch of legal hurdles and loopholes and such before I could come."

"I don't really understand sir."

"I don't blame you for that. Sometimes I tend not to make sense. Either way, now onto my questions. Question one, do you like it here?"

Harry contemplated about lying but when he opened his mouth to do so Sora shot him a glare as if reading his mind. "No sir."

"Of course, I wouldn't either. Next question, do you know about your parents?"

"They died in a car accident."

"Not true, but I don't fault you for not knowing that since it was most likely your uncle who said so."

Harry was about to question the man but before he could the questions continued.

"Do you know what magic is?"

"It's a fairy tale sir?"

"You are wrong there as well Harry. Magic does exist." Harry shot him a 'are you insane' look and Sora laughed slightly, but otherwise unphazed. "I can prove it. What would you like me to do?"

He thought about it. Something that you couldn't do with a trick, it was hard. He hadn't read much in the way of books or watched any movies. "Make something appear out of thin air."

"Well, that's fairly basic, what would you like me to make? After all, you could easily accuse me of hiding it in my sleeves or something if I'm the one that chose it."

Something big enough not to fit on his person. "A sword."

"As you wish." With a wave of his hand a sword appeared on the ground next to Harrys feet. Harry stared at it wide-eyed, obviously having not believed he would actually do it. "Well, like I said, that's basic magic, there's plenty more where that came from. You yourself are a wizard Harry, so there's plenty of time in your life to learn plenty of things. Sora summoned a fire ball above his hand, turned it into ice, levitated it around with guidance from his finger, and shattered it would touching it, letting the small bits of ice to land on Harry.

Harry was completely speechless for a minute until he finally snapped out of it enough to form words. "Sir, how do you know that I'm a..."

"A wizard Harry. It's simple. Your parents were magical, and so are you. I myself hadn't met them personally but I heard plenty about them while I've been here. Have you ever made something happen that wasn't exactly possible?"

Harry nodded briefly, thinking to the time that his aunt cut his hair too short one year and he had hated it. Over night his hair had grown back to what it was. Sora had said "Well there you have it, you're a wizard." Then stood up and clapped, ceasing Harrys thoughts.

"Now that that is done, I have one final question. Just one." Harry gulped at the serious tone in his voice. "Would you like to be adopted by me and come away from this horrid place?"

Harry, for the third time today, froze in his spot with wide eyes. Here was a man who had just offered to adopt him despite not knowing him, and also to take him away from his aunt and uncle, something he had dreamed about for as long as he could remember. It was like his whole body had just completely stopped working, but even without him bidding it to do so, his mouth moved in response. "Yes sir."

"Perfect, I haven't had a son in a long time. Let's go ruin your uncles day shall we?"

"Hope to see you next time." ~The Admiral