Inside Dumbledore's Office, Albus Dumbledore sat at the head of a long, polished table flanked by Minerva McGonagall, Pomina Sprout, Fillius Flitwick, and Severus Snape. Professor McGonagall spoke up first. "Any word on the Potter children?"

Dumbledore shifted in his seat. "I sent Hagrid to deliver their letter and send them back to their Aunt."

"Why him and not the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?" asked Professor Sprout.

Just then an owl swooped through the open window and landed with a thud in front of McGonagall. An official seal from the DMLE adorned its leg. She removed the letter from its claw and opened it while everyone watched with bated breath.

McGonagall read aloud: "Dear Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts, I am writing this letter because I do not trust Albus Dumbledore after what I found out yesterday…As of January 8th, 1981 Satele Shan is the legal MAGICAL and MUGGAL guardian of the Potter twins…Dumbledore will be censured if he attempts anything again...I will be going to Diagon Alley with them so they can be introduced to Susan tomorrow. Signed Amelia Euphemia Bones nee Potter director of the DMLE, Witnessed: Cornelius Fudge Minister of Magic, Cygnus Greengrass, Director of Department of Child Protective Services for Magical Children."

McGonagall turned her steely gaze upon Dumbledore as she finished reading. "Seems to me you lied to us," she said grimly. "You would have gotten a notice when the adoption was finalized."

Dumbledore sighed heavily and slumped in his chair. He looked up at the others gathered around the table and said, "It was wrong of me to not tell you all about it. I should have felt confident that my decision was correct but I didn't want to burden any of you with it. Please forgive me for not telling you sooner."

McGonagall nodded solemnly while Snape snorted derisively in the background. Sprout said kindly, "Albus, we know you had their best interests at heart, but it would have been wise to alert us so that we could help them along their journey home."

Flitwick chimed in then, "Well, I suppose they will be safe enough on Diagon Alley under Madam Bones' watchful eye. We can only hope that this arrangement works out well for everyone involved and that they eventually find peace in their new home."

McGonagall nodded again before standing up and clapping her hands together once more for emphasis as she stated firmly, "Right then! Shall we get back to our duties? It has been an eventful morning already! Everyone dismissed!"

Satele Shan sat cross-legged on the floor of her London apartment, eyes fixed on Harry in front of her, who had a blindfold covering his eyes. In their hands was a large metallic sphere, which they tossed back and forth between them with a wave of their arms. Satele watched as the sphere flew across the room and hit Harry in the stomach.

"Feel the force," she said quietly, "Let it flow through you. You can't control it like magic—you have to be aware of it in everything around you and let it carry out your will."

Harry nodded; his brow furrowed with concentration.

"I'm trying," he replied.

"There is no try, either you do it or you don't."

Satele's eyes lit up and her lips curved in a knowing smile. She waved her hand, and the ball of energy flew off the ground toward her. She used the Force to pull it closer before sending it hurtling back toward Harry. He pushed it back towards her with a grunt, and soon the two were immersed in a fierce tug of war. After a few moments, Satele called for a ceasefire.

"Good," she said, "now take off the blindfold and look at me."

Harry removed the fabric from his face, squinting against the light. He waited nervously as Satele contemplated him with an assessing stare,"How did I do?" he asked.

Satele looked down at Harry, her kind eyes wrinkled in an encouraging smile. "Have patience, my young Padawan," she said. She straightened and took a few steps back before continuing. "To answer your question—yes, you have done well. You understand the basics of Force Telekinesis enough for me to deem that you are competent. By the time you start Hogwarts, you should be able to master this skill as well as gain a basic understanding of Force Light."

Harry nodded his head in thanks, and Satele turned towards him again. "Now that you are eleven years old, I must inform you that you may start having visions of the past, present, and future." She paused and waited for Harry to nod his agreement. "If you get one, it is important that you tell me even if they don't seem important."

Harry nodded again. "Okay Satele," he replied.

Satele nodded in approval before turning away from him with a smile on her face. "Now get ready; Amelia should be here soon."

Iris and Silandra seated themselves in an upstairs room in the same apartment. They both had a job to do and were ready to get to it.

"Good, your mental shields are strong," Silandra said, looking at Iris with approval.

Iris furrowed her brow. "Why is it important to organize our thoughts and have good mind shields?"

Silandra tapped her chin thoughtfully. "There are two main reasons. One is that if your thoughts are organized then you are in control of your emotions and not the other way around. The second is so someone won't just read your mind without you knowing or without consequences."

"Our emotions can be a powerful force if used correctly," Silandra replied. "It's important to be able to control them, so we don't let them control us. By organizing your thoughts and having strong mind shields, you are in control of how and when you express them, rather than being driven by them. That way, your actions are purposeful and not simply reactions to how you feel."

Iris's brow still furrowed as she contemplated Silandra's words. "Why is it important for us to be in control of our emotions?"

"Remember Padawan" Silandra took a deep breath, her eyes distant and focused. "Fear is the path to the dark side," she said slowly. "It leads to anger, and anger leads to hate. I'm not telling you these emotions are bad, far from it but if you don't take care of them, their power can take control of you and send you down the dark path. Darkside abilities require anger and hatred to use them, and when someone uses these abilities they find it difficult to stop."

Iris nodded in understanding as Silandra continued. "Most dark lords use fear to control their followers," she warned.

"It's okay to be afraid, but if you don't learn how to manage it then it can become dangerous." She paused, looking at Iris intently before adding, "Now get ready-Amelia will be here soon."

Harry Potter, Iris Potter, Susan Bones, Amelia Bones, Jedi Master Mage Silandra Comoran, and Jedi Master Satele Shan strolled down the street. Iris said in a matter-of-fact tone, "All students must be equipped with one standard size two pewter cauldron and may bring either an owl, a cat, or a toad if they desire." Harry asked, "Could we find all this in London? Or are we going to have to go to multiple places?" A small smile came over Amelia's face as she replied, "You remind me of your mother, Harry. And yes, we can."

The group approached a corner store and as they got closer, the sign above it began to shimmer and then solidified into the words The Leaky Cauldron. Music filtered out through the open door and within they could hear several patrons speaking to each other. They entered the Leaky Cauldron.

Tom greeted Amelia with a warm smile, "Ah, Madam Bones! The usual, I presume?"

Amelia shook her head and returned the smile. "No thanks, Tom. I'm busy right now."

Tom's eyes widened in surprise. He took off his glasses and pointed towards the entrance of the pub. "Bless my soul. It's Harry and Iris Potter!"

The atmosphere changed immediately as all heads shifted to see the Potters enter the room. A man stepped forward and attempted to shake Harry's hand. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter. Welcome back."

Satele intervened; her hands raised in front of her as she performed a Jedi mind trick on the confused man. "How about you leave your hands to yourself?"

A witch approached them from the corner of the room and shook Iris's hand. "Doris Crockford, Ms. Potter. I can't believe I'm meeting you at last."

A man with a large turban on his head and draped in robes appeared from the shadows. His face was pale, lined with wrinkles, and crowned with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses that magnified his eyes. He nervously smiled at Amelia and Iris as he extended his hand toward them. "H-Harry and I-Iris P-Potter," he said in a quivering voice. "C-can't tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."

Amelia's eyes followed the Professor's every move as she greeted him hesitantly, "Hello, Professor."

Iris took his hand in hers for what was meant to be a handshake but felt more like a damp rag than an exchange of warm welcomes. She could sense the sinister vibes radiating off him and glanced at Harry who seemed to be feeling the same thing. "Oh, nice to meet you," she said politely.

Iris shivered as she felt a chill of apprehension descends on her. "I don't like this sinister feeling that is radiating from him," she mind spoke to Harry, who nodded in agreement as he could sense it too.

"Let us wait until we are home and talk to our masters about it," Harry replied.

"I agree Haza, something is not right here," Iris answered, anxiety rising.

Harry's gaze darted around the room before he asked Aunt Amilia, "What does he teach?"

Amelia replied softly, "Defense against dark arts."

Susan gasped in surprise and exclaimed, "Really!"

Iris shook her head and reentered Harry's mind, "That makes him even more suspicious."

Harry and Iris shared a knowing glance as Professor Quirrell nervously fidgeted with his beard. After Amelia's dismissal, they both rose to their feet. Capitalizing on the momentum of the moment, Harry silently mused in Iris's mind, "Besides, that shudder is fake, and he is teaching a class about defending against the dark side – nobody would question why he is using the dark side."

"Do you think we should tell Aunt Amelia?"

Iris gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head before replying, "No - let's observe him first then we tell her."

"Yes, well, get going we got a lot to do," said Amelia.

"Goodbye," said Harry and Iris

The group walked into an old wine cellar, its damp air clinging to their clothes as they descended the creaky wooden stairs. At the far end, a staggered brick wall stood, seemingly out of place amidst the ancient bottles and barrels. Amelia, the group's guide, glanced back at Harry and Iris, her expression filled with gravity. Sensing the tension, they approached her, their curiosity mingling with a sense of unease.

"I'm afraid you two are famous for something beyond your control," Amelia said softly, her voice tinged with sorrow.

Harry's throat tightened, his eyes widening with confusion and fear. "What did I do?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "How do those people know who I am?"

Iris shuddered, feeling a chill run down her spine. She glanced over her shoulder as if expecting someone to appear out of the shadows. Her words came out in a hushed tone, laced with apprehension. "I'll have to wash my hands later," she muttered, her eyes darting nervously.

Amelia gestured for them to come closer, her gaze fixed on the brick wall. She raised her wand, the polished wood glinting in the dim light, and tapped it clockwise on one of the bricks. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the blocks shifted and transformed, revealing a hidden passageway that led to a bustling street—the fabled Diagon Alley.

Harry's eyes lit up with excitement as he stepped into the enchanting realm. The vibrant street teemed with activity and magic. The distant screech of an owl echoed through the air, adding to the enchanting ambience. Amelia pointed out a quaint quill and ink shop, and Harry and Iris marveled at the various creatures and shops that lined the cobbled street. They stood in awe before a broom store, where a group of boys gathered around an impressive-looking broomstick.

"It's a world-class racing broom," a girl said, her voice filled with awe.

"Wow! Look at it! The new Nimbus 2000!" one of the boys exclaimed, his face illuminated with admiration.

"It's the fastest model yet," another boy added dreamily, unable to tear his eyes away from the broomstick's sleek design.

The group continued their stroll down Diagon Alley, taking in the sights and sounds of the magical marketplace. Eventually, Harry couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and turned to Amelia. "Amelia, how are we supposed to pay for all this? I haven't got any money," he confessed, a hint of worry in his voice.

Amelia smiled reassuringly and pointed to a tall, white marble building with a sign that read Gringotts Bank. "Gringotts, the Wizard Bank," she explained. "You both have trust vaults inside. You come from old money."

Excitement mingled with relief as Harry and Iris followed Amelia into the bank. The interior was grand and impressive, with a shiny aisle lined with tiny desks. Strange creatures, resembling goblins, conversed in an unfamiliar language, captivating Iris's attention. She leaned towards Amelia and whispered, "What are they called?"

Amelia replied in a hushed tone, "They're goblins. Follow me and let me do the talking."

With Susan, Silandra, and Satele staying close to Amelia, they approached one of the counters. Amelia pulled a heavy brass bell chain hanging from the wall, and almost instantly, a small goblin wearing glasses and a waistcoat appeared.

Confidently, Amelia addressed the goblin. "I am here to take Harry and Iris Potter, and Susan Bones to their trust vaults. Do you have their keys?"

The goblin adjusted his glasses and skimmed through a stack of parchment on his desk, his brows furrowing in confusion. He looked up at Amelia again. "Unfortunately, the headmaster believes that he is their magical guardian and has refused to surrender the keys belonging to the Potter Vaults."

Amelia's expression hardened, and she handed over a document stamped with a magical seal. "For my daughter, I do have the authority. I am here to inform you that everything that was removed from the Potter Vaults by the Headmaster after June 8, 1981, was moved illegally," she stated firmly. "Here is the document to prove it."

The goblin examined the document carefully before nodding. "Very well," he conceded, accepting the legitimacy of the proof.

Time passed, and the group found themselves racing through the depths of the bank in a cart-like structure. The wind whipped through their hair as the cart swerved and rattled along the tracks. Finally, it came to a stop, and a goblin named Griphook clambered out.

Griphook extended his hand, and Amelia placed a tarnished brass lamp into it. The goblin deposited it on the top shelf of Vault 699 and glanced at Amelia, who handed him a small silver key. Griphook inserted it into the lock and opened the door, revealing a room filled with coins that sparkled and glimmered, their tinkling sounds reminiscent of distant laughter.

Excitement danced in Susan's eyes as she stepped inside the vault and filled a burlap sack with 100 galleons, the wizarding currency. Meanwhile, Amelia turned her attention to Harry and Iris, speaking softly. "Harry, Vault 687 is yours. Iris, you won't have access to the potter vaults when you marry, but your Maiden Vault, Vault 312, will always be there for you."

Iris blinked rapidly, her eyes widening with wonder. "What's a Maiden Vault?" she asked, curiosity lacing her voice.

Amelia's gentle smile conveyed warmth and understanding. "It means that you'll always have access to your own vault," she explained. "Harry, apart from Vault 687, you'll also have Vaults 226, 229, and 311 for as long as you live."

Harry's excitement couldn't be contained any longer. His voice rang with enthusiasm as he asked, "How much are the bronze, silver, and gold coins worth? And what's their conversion rate in pounds and dollars?"

Amelia chuckled, her fondness for Harry evident in her eyes. "Fifty bronze knuts make one sickle and fifty sickles make one galleon," she explained. "As for the conversion rate, one galleon is equivalent to ten US dollars or eight British pounds."

Harry's eyes widened at the realization of his newfound wealth. "That's amazing!" he exclaimed, his excitement palpable. "Let's hurry up and get our hundred galleons so we can continue our journey."

Amelia nodded, her expression filled with pride and anticipation. "Indeed, let's make the most of this opportunity,"

As the group ambled down Diagon Alley, Harry struggled to carry all of the equipment as Iris quietly read over their supply list.

"We still need…a wand," she said.

Amelia pointed to a store in front of them – Ollivanders. "Why don't you run along there and wait? I just got one more thing I got to do. I promise I won't be long."

Harry, Susan, Iris and Satele eased open the heavy door to the store. Inside, the shelves were lined with wands in wooden boxes, but no people. In hushed tones, Harry called out a greeting, "Hello? Hello?"

The quiet of the shop was disrupted by a creak from the back. Harry and his twin and cousin spun around, squinting into the darkness until they saw a figure climbing down a ladder. A man dressed in tweed emerged from the shadows, wearing an amused smirk. "I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Ms. Bones, Ms. Potter, Mr. Potter," he said, reaching out to shake their hands. "It seems only yesterday that your mothers and fathers were in here buying their first wands."

Ollivander examined them closely with an appraising eye before finally selecting a wand from a high shelf. He handed it to Harry who slowly ran his finger along its length before cautiously waving it over the counter, nervously awaiting a response. In an instant, boxes scattered across the room and Harry leapt backwards startled by the sudden burst of energy coming from his wand.

Iris's lips twisted into a smirk. "Harry woke up and chose violence," she said, her tone dripping with amusement. Susan suppressed a snort, while Harry glared at Iris, his jaw clenched.

"Children, no fighting," Satele chided gently, but her eyes sparkled with mirth.

Olivander stepped forward, his fingers deftly retrieving wand after wand from a box.

"Perhaps this one," he murmured thoughtfully, only to be met with the sound of shattering glass as Harry waved in the direction of a nearby vase. Olivander shook his head. "No, no, definitely not! No matter." He reached for another wand but paused mid-motion, lost in contemplation.

"I wonder..." Olivander trailed off as he handed the wand to Harry. As soon as their fingertips touched, a bright light engulfed Harry. His hair stood up wildly as paperwork scattered around him like confetti caught in a whirlwind. Olivander's face contorted into one of surprise as he gazed at Harry's glowing form.

"Curious... very curious," he muttered under his breath before continuing. "Elder wood, phoenix feather, 11 inches..."

Harry's brow furrowed as he asked, "Sorry, but what's curious?"

Olivander stepped back and gave Harry a critical eye before slowly answering. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand gave another feather—just one other." He paused for a beat before continuing, his voice laced with excitement. "It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar."

Harry took a deep breath before responding to Olivander's unspoken question. "And who owned that wand?"

The room suddenly felt heavy as Olivander uttered the name they were all thinking—the name no one dared say aloud. "We do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why," he continued softly, "but I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things...terrible, yes, but great." He handed the wand back to Harry with a nod before turning his attention to Iris.

He pulled another similar-looking wand from the box and handed it to her. "Elder wood, Phoenix feather, 11 inches," he announced confidently before taking a step back and crossing his arms over his chest. No sooner had Iris touched the wand than a brilliant light shone from around her body, lifting her hair up and blowing several papers off of Olivander's desk in the background. He smiled knowingly and said, "I knew you would be easy since you and your brother are twins; you two have the same wand. Now Ms. Bones."

later back in the Leaky Cauldron, Harry, Iris, Satele, Susan, Silandra, and Amelia sat at a long table, their bowls of soup before them. The atmosphere was heavy with silence, a reflection of the weighty thoughts occupying their minds.

Sensing Harry's quiet demeanour, Amelia turned to him and voiced her concern, "You all right, Harry? You seem very quiet."

Iris chimed in, understanding Harry's distress, "He is upset about what he learned about his wand and, well, my wand too."

Curiosity piqued, Amelia inquired, "What are your wands, if I may ask?"

Susan spoke up, revealing the details of her wand, "Yew, 10 inches, with a Unicorn heartstring core."

Iris followed suit, sharing her own wand's description, "Elder wood, 11 inches, with a phoenix feather core. We both have the same core as... he-who-shall-not-be-named, whoever that is."

Amelia sighed, a deep sense of concern evident in her expression. Pushing her bowl away, she began to explain the gravity of the situation, "First, and understand this, Harry, because it's very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago, there was one wizard who fell to the depths of darkness. He called himself Voldemort, though his true name remains a mystery."

Pausing for a moment, Amelia continued, her voice laden with the weight of the past, "It was dark times. Voldemort began to gather followers and lured them to the dark side. Those who dared to oppose him met a terrible fate. Your parents, Harry, they fought against him, but unfortunately, nobody survived once he set out to kill them."

Amelia emphasized the significance of Harry's survival, "Nobody, not one, except for you."

Harry's voice trembled with disbelief, "Us? Voldemort tried to kill us?"

Amelia confirmed his suspicions, "Yes, Harry and Iris. You both were targeted by Voldemort. The reasons behind his decision to harm two three-month-old babies remain unknown. What we do know is that you and your parents were protected by a Fidelius Charm, with Sirius Black serving as your secret keeper. That's why he is currently imprisoned in Azkaban, accused of betraying your parents' trust."

Harry's mind flashed to the night of October 31, 1980, outside Potter cottage where three men stood. The first had white skin and long wavy hair was cloaked in black robes. The second had the face of a rat and shaggy dirty blond hair, also wearing black robes. The third wore robes that completely obscured his features.

"Snape destroy the wards, Pettigrew you will stand guard and kill anyone who tries to interfere," commanded the man with a robed face. "With the death of the Potters, no one will be able to stop me. Snape, I will try to keep the girl alive."

Snape slowly sliced through each ward with precise cuts as alarm bells inside the house began blaring.

"Lily, take the twins and run!" yelled James as he stumbled about in search of his wand. "He is here, Voldemort is here. If I survive this, I am going to kill that rat."

Lightning lit up the sky as the door swung open and James lunged forward, tackling Voldemort away from the threshold. A fight ensued on the ground until eventually, Voldemort threw him back and with a burst of rage shouted "Avada Kedavra!" A blinding green beam shot out and struck James square in the chest, instantly killing him.

Making his way cautiously up the creaking stairs, he was met with a plethora of debris that filled the hallway. He skirted around it as he headed towards the room at the end of the hallway, but as soon as he opened the door he felt an unfamiliar presence in the air. Through the haze of dust particles, he saw Lily Potter standing between her two children, wand raised and ready to protect them from whatever horror had arrived.

Voldemort shouted "Crucio!" and a red light flew from his wand, narrowly missing Lily and hitting the wall behind her instead. "Step aside girl," he said menacingly.

The brave mother held firm and declared defiantly: "You will not kill my babies today; you will have to kill me first before you even think about killing the twins."

Though trembling inside, she stood tall and sent a black and purple beam of magic zooming toward Voldemort from her wand. He recognized this spell from when he fought Charlus—a curse from House Potter meant to cause immense pain—and replied quickly with "Avada Kedavra!" The green beam of the Killing Curse clashed with Lily's black and purple stream, but eventually overpowered it, slamming into her chest and sending her limp body crumpling to the ground. For a brief moment, both twins' skin glowed a dim red colour.

Pointing his wand at Harry's head Voldemort yelled again "Avada Kedavra!" But a bright red curtain surrounded Harry and reflected Voldemort's curse back upon him—leaving only a lightning bolt-shaped scar on Harry's forehead and a mysterious misty substance settling into Harry's own scar.