Chapter 1: The Woman in Blue

The youngest child at #12 Privet Drive was a boy named Harry Potter. His life was pretty strange since his parents were dead while the other kid's parents were still there. He had never felt the love of a parent toward their kid. That was because the Dursleys hated him with a burning passion. He was called a freak from an early age. Literally, since he could remember.

He had always been a smart kid and from an early age learned not to show emotions or he would be beaten. He lived inside a shoebox. Literally. The Dursleys had given him a massive shoe box the size of a small child and told him it was his bed. They put a shoe box inside the cupboard under the stairs.

Harry was doing a few chores around the house when a knock came on the front door. As usual, when someone knocked on the door he was yelled at to answer it. He quickly ran to the front door and opened it.

"Hello, do you know where the Dursley family lives?" She asked.

"Who is it!" His Uncle Vernon asked from the kitchen.

Vernon walked into the hallway before the actual house. The woman who was wearing all blue looked at him closely before speaking again.

"Are you… Vernon Dursley?" She read off the paper.

"Yes, who are you?" Vernon asked as politely as his piggy ass could.

The woman hesitated for a second before speaking."My name is Clara. You don't need to know my last name. All you should know is that I'm with the Soviet Spetsnaz stationed in East Germany."

"So you're a spy? If you are, then get out." Vernon said.

"No, I'm not a spy. I was simply recruited to the Soviet Spetsnaz when I was 17 living in Berlin." Clara said in annoyance.

"What are you doing here then?" Vernon asked.

"I'm here because the British SAS decided that they were going to take care of child abuse instead of counter-terrorism operations. Then they hired Soviet Spetsnaz which is stupid. We are trained to kill Americans when they attack, not babysit. I'm getting off-topic. I'm not actually meant to be here since I was selected, but I decided to anyway. Tikhonov is pretty laid back. I'm here to pick up my relative called Harry Potter." Clara said with a smile.

At hearing his name from the door Harry came out of his cupboard and went to the front door. At first, he wasn't noticed due to his height from malnutrition. Then she saw him and walked forward to Harry.

"You must be Harry Potter. Well, I'm your closest relative. Your grandmother was my great-aunt which means we are cousins. Anyways let's go." She said as she grabbed his hand. She narrowed her eyes when he flinched at the contact. Harry quickly relaxed when he got used to her warm, soft hands.

"What is a Spetsnaz?" Harry asked her.

"It's the Soviet Special forces," Clara responded.

"Are you a Spetsnaz?" He asked.

"No, I'm not. I'm what some people call an Auror," Clara responded."I'm an Auror of the German Ministry."

"So you are Gewman?" Harry asked in awe. Having lived 'round Vernon his whole life who hated everyone, not English he barely saw anyone that was foreign. Not even Scottish or Irish people.

"I won't respond until you say, German. Not Gewman," Clara said.

"Gew…German."

"Good. Now yes I am and so are you. We are family like brother and sister except I'm your cousin, not sister." Clara said with a smile.

"Wow my Uncle said they all died," Harry said with a smile.

"Well nope. I think they know me. Just a very bad old mean man stopped me from taking care of you when I was 21 years old." Clara said as she grabbed his hand and led him over to a black car.

"Where are we going?" He asked in confusion.

"We are going to an airport our family owns, then we are going to the Potter Rhine air base. It's around Dortmund and the mess of cities around there." Clara said.

"I've never been on a plane." He said with a smile.

She smiled at her younger cousin and began to drive towards the airbase on the outskirts of London. Harry would begin training at 8 when it was legal to buy a wand for a child in Germany. Germany was just different from England. England's Auror force kind of just disbanded into a force of 15 after the 1st English wizarding war. In Germany, they were in the 7th Wizarding war.

So basically if you looked on a map of Europe that had details of the Auror force England would be colored in green for little forces. Germany had around 12,000 Auror because their population was twice that of England in the muggle world. English magical families would typically have one or two kids and that would be it. In other magical countries such as Germany, France, Italy, and Russia they would have close to 5 kids in a family. Plus Germany had way more research.

The reason for that was because unlike England they didn't have a department of mysteries. France had something similar, but in Germany research wasn't private. This led to Germany manufacturing crystals and other things that could block poisons, spells, and even the killing curse. This led to them defeating France and Italy during the first four wizarding wars without many losses. That was before Grindelwald came around. Then the Auror force in Germany jumped up to 50k before it went down.

England was barely touched so when they were struck by Voldemort their population heavily suffered and lost thousands. By the time Harry was born, they were barely sustaining 100 British Aurors. Then there were 500 French and 200 Germans that volunteered to help.

Clara held onto Harry's hand as they walked into the airport. Clara spoke to one of the people in the building in German for a bit before they were led outside to a large jet. On the side, there were German words that said Akaflieg München which the Potter family owned and made planes for the German Magical Air Force they also made some for the muggles.

The inside of the plane was luxurious and beautiful. In the corner, there was the German magical flag which for some reason was the Imperial German flag from the German Empire. Sitting in a chair reading a newspaper was a man with short, black hair and a clean-shaven face. Harry looked at him for a second before looking up at Clara.

"This is my husband Sirius Arkturus Black. Since my name is Clara Vega Black your last name will change to Black after we adopt you." Clara said with a smile.

Harry smiled and asked, "Does that mean you will be my mommy?"

Clara thought about it for a second before turning to look at Sirius. She wanted him to know that they weren't his actual parents, but at the same time, she wanted to be his mother since he never had a mother figure. They were both his Godparents so it would make sense for them to be his parents. Plus he would have their last name. Sirius nodded.

"Yes we are, but we aren't actually. Your parents are dead." She said bluntly. Why burden the child with that information and make him suffer when he could understand? He would live like normal knowing that his parents were dead and that would be fine.

Sirius stood up and walked over to the cockpit and talked to the pilot with instructions on where to go. They would go to Dortmund where their house was. Sirius would of course dump a bunch of money on the kid because he was just like that, but he would still be trained before he went off to Durmstrang.

About an hour and a half later they landed in Dortmund about 10 minutes away from Schwarz Manor or Black Manor. There were about five guards waiting there for them to be placed inside of another black car.

At that point Harry decided that he liked Clara and Sirius. They had introduced him to chocolate frogs and the rules of quidditch. They also told him about Besenboxen which was a game in Germany where you would be on a high-speed broom which was only allowed in that sport.

You would be put against another player and you would have to try and knock each other off the brooms. You could do this with your hands or with the broom. All of it had to happen on a broom. Sometimes it would end so badly you would have to recover for months. It is only sometimes played now due to its lethality.

He was extremely interested in Quidditch which sounded fun. There was going to be a Quidditch world cup in two years which they promised to go to in Belgium. They also told him about FIQV or Föderation Internationaler Quidditch-Verband in German because it was created in Germany. In English, it would be the International Federation of Quidditch Association.

They hosted all major international Quidditch tournaments in the world. The favorites for the world cup were definitely Mexico, Germany, or France. The adults kept complaining about how Mexico always managed to get amazing players for every generation of players. Literally. This led them to win 10 world cups, Germany 9, and France 6. Bulgaria and England were slowly climbing with 2 and 3 respectively, but the winners were mainly the first three.

They made it to a massive manor with a large, shiny steel gateway which led into a circular driveway with a beautiful stone fountain with the design of a raven holding a sword in its beak. The house had pillars that were like that of the white house all around the house with gold at the base of them. It clearly showed their wealth. The tall structure and roof were being held by those pillars since it was 5 stories tall.

Apparently, it had been constructed during the years 1456 and 1463. The German branch of the Blacks was extremely successful and at one point had family on the Prussian throne. They entered the home and the entrance hall was massive. It had pillars holding up the dome-shaped roof that was painted with the Black coat of arms.

Sirius Black was from the British Branch of the Blacks, but the head of the German Blacks died with no heir and Sirius had to go to Germany and take the duty of the German branch of the family. Clara was from the German branch of the Potters which was a large group of fighters that were mercenaries in the Austro-Prussian war and Franco-Prussian wars. A lot of Potters were also German Aurors or Quidditch Players.

Clara and Sirius gave Harry a tour of the house and gave him a room right next to their room. They then played a few games of tag and ate before it was time to go to sleep. They tucked Harry into bed. It was by far the softest bed Harry had slept in. That was because he had never slept in a bed, only in a cupboard.

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That was the first chapter of this story. Hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to comment. :)