A bit shorter than usual. I'm tempting to write more, but it might spoil something out without me noticing, and it also might conflict a bit with the next chapter.
To SonicAnime2010: Croire is actually Chaotic Evil. It's just that there are beings that stopped her from doing bad things (Harry's current parents being two).
Harry is competent, that's for sure. Being OP... well, for a First Year, he will be.
Hogwarts' Headmaster's Office
"I see, I see…" Dumbledore says to himself with an interesting expression on his face as he reads the letter from Olivander. "The boy acquired two wands at once… one of which being Voldemort's sibling."
After the day Harry has acquired what he needs for his new year in Hogwarts, the Wandmaker instantly sent a letter to the Headmaster about the other wand containing Fawkes' feather being sold to the boy plus another one. He also informed him about a strange girl who wasn't a human who joined with Harry, though Dumbledore already knew about it so he didn't consider it a surprise.
"About the boy's guardians…" Another Headmaster questions. "Dumbledore, you have met them directly, right? Who are they?"
The question makes the current Headmaster turn a little grim as he remembers his conversation with the duo. "They're two of the Protectors of the world Harry's currently living. And if I'm correct, even myself teaming up with Grindelwald and Voldemort and having the Elder Wand can't even make them move."
"That's such an exaggeration." The previous Headmaster of Hogwarts does not believe it, and so do some others. "You are the greatest wizard of the modern time. You can perform spells that…"
"Have you ever fought a Fenrir and a Dragon alone?" The statement shuts the portrait up. "From what I managed to get from the locals, these Protectors are all capable of fighting battles that surpassed mine with Grindelwald many times over. The ones looking after Harry might be on even higher levels of power."
"Are they going to be a threat to us?"
"If we want to harm the Boy-Who-Lived, which none of us do." The old wizard then reaches for a book he managed to borrow from Planeptune's Oracle so he could learn more about the world Harry's living in. "Some of the Protectors are CPUs, or Goddesses as the citizens called them. The others are Makers who were granted prolonged lifetime. Then there are Immortal Beings..."
"Aren't Goddesses already immortal?" One of the elder Headmasters asks in confusion.
"It seems that their strength and lives depend on how the people believe in them. Immortal Beings don't have that problem." Dumbledore starts flipping more pages to continue where he has left. "What I found surprising is that those Goddesses and Immortal Beings have the appearances of teens or pre-adults. If I haven't seen what they can do, I would have assumed they're just dreaming a bit too far." He then recalls the environment of the city he has visited on that day: "Magic being displayed openly, alongside with technology… when could our world reach that level?"
"Kid, why are you and your family the most common customers giving me absurd ideas to create weapons?" The blacksmith laughs to himself as he hears the request from the young wizard. "Yes, I have made this type before, but with the wand as the replacement? Like, do you REALLY expect people to think you don't have some kind of medium items to cast spells?"
"It's style point! And having it right under your arm gives surprise elements!"
"Calm down, kid, I see your point. Kids these days." The man chuckles again as he grabs the blueprint the boy gave him. "By the way, I know where the idea comes from, but who helped you draw it?"
"It's Uncle Anonydeath!"
"No wonder. Alright, give me a week. Tell your Pop about it, okay?"
"Okay! See you soon!" The boy says in an excited tone before skipping out of the shop.
It's been days since the shopping spree in Diagon Alley, and Harry has been using the days between it and the day he starts his new school year to get familiar with his two wands. He has tested some of the hexes and charms on the monsters in the low-level dungeons near the city, with the protection of some Makers who happened to either be free or interested in his old world's magic. While the spells do work like intended, their effects on the monsters are weak, and the ones performed from his left hand sometimes malfunction. Probably because the spell's movements are a bit different between arms.
He also finds it a bit stiff to raise both arms up and fire out the same spell, considering he's used to performing spells without a wand. Remembering a certain 'Class' that 'hides their weapons' well, Harry asks a certain 'reliable' hacker to draw up a blueprint of one that serves the 'purpose'. Now he just has to wait a few more days to finally get his hand on the 'cool weapons' he ordered.
Upon exiting the store, he sees a certain owl dropping down from a nearby tree and lands on his right upper arm. Her white feathers are extremely eye-catching to the people, especially when it's daytime. That doesn't really matter to him though as Harry greets her: "Sorry for the waiting Hedwig. Shall we head home now, or do you want to go somewhere?" The bird turns her head to a direction, chirps once before flying away. "Guess today isn't over yet, huh?" The boy says to himself as he pulls out his skateboard and starts following the bird.
When it's Harry's eleventh birthday, Sirius joined the party with the help of T.O, and he had collected presents from some others with him to give to the boy. And they didn't disappoint him: self-made birthday cake from Hagrid that the boy finds a bit hard to swallow but it's sweet so he doesn't care too much, a two-way mirror from the official Godfather so they can communicate, an Invisible Cloak that was supposed to be his father's and Dumbledore said to return to the rightful owner, and Hedwig from Remus even though he's sure that he can communicate with his current parents without a problem. Despite that, the two quickly become friends, and after a few days, Harry catches the name for the owl while scanning through the magic books.
About a couple of minutes following Hedwig, the wizard sees the bird landing on a tree, in front of a clothes shop. Seeing the shop makes the boy raise his eyebrows in curiosity as he picks his board up after stopping, and Hedwig lands on the previous spot again. "A clothes shop? Hedwig, I don't think they sell outfits for owls." That makes the bird shake her head, then turn her focus through the glass mirror. Harry follows and sees Nisa talking with the security guard. "Did something happen?"
A couple of seconds later the girl walks out of the shop and notices the boy. "Hey there Harry! Having a nice day?"
"I do. Hedwig pulled me here. Did something happen?"
"Just robbery. This is probably the fourth or fifth one in the month." The Justice Heroine sees the bird on Harry's arm starting to make some flapping noises with her wings. "So he…"
"She." Harry corrects.
"She pulled you here." Both then see the bird taking off, heading to a direction. "...Do you think she knows?"
"Given how intelligent she is, yes." The wizard swaps his normal skateboard to the hoverboard and starts following the bird, with the Heroine speeding behind. "Try to catch up, Nisa!"
"As if you can outrun me!"
…
A couple of hours later. Harry's home, living room
"Need I remind you, again, to not rush into danger? Especially when it happens in the middle of a city full of people?"
If there's one thing that most people might agree on, it's that the Boy-Who-Lived is a trouble magnet. Either the dangers come to him, or he foolishly pushes himself into them without a care. The same thing can be said to many of the heroines in the world of Gamindustri.
That said, he's not surprised at all when he finds out that his 'adopted' son and the Worldwide Justice are the causes of the 'collateral damage bills' being the aftermath of a robber chasing. The fixing is not his problem, but he needs to teach the boy and his partner a lesson about 'checking the surroundings before actions'.
"Hedwig, you are also at fault here." The statement causes the bird to lower her head. "It's the first time for you, so I can at least overlook it, but don't pull someone like Harry to dangerous places. Even if there are people like Nisa around."
"It's my fault, really." Harry defends his companion. "It's a robbery so I should just stay out. But Hedwig…"
"It's good that you recognize the mistake and admit it, but this is a bit more than that. This is Gamindustri, the security here is much tighter and more advanced to Earth. And thanks to the CPU's work…"
"You do protect…"
"Only from dangers that no CPUs can handle. This bill here is also only for me to know the current situation of the world, and I won't interfere…" The man sighs once and continues: "I don't want to ask this, but… Harry, are you aware of the dangers that the Protectors have to deal with?"
"...Didn't you just say it yourself?" The boy plans to make a cheeky comment, but when he sees the guardian's expression, he knows that the conversation is more serious than ever.
"And how do you define those?"
Most of the time, when these kinds of conversations happened, the wizard boy just answered whatever the first thing popped up in his head. At worst his guardians just gave him some errands to do around the city. The seriousness of those, however, didn't reach the level of the current one.
"...I guess it's something like what Mom almost did?" The boy doesn't really know how severe the past events were, but they must be very desperate if most of them avoided going into details.
"...In your view, maybe." The guardian accepts the answer. However, it is not the correct one. "Harry, I want you to find the answer for that question." He then stands up and heads to the coffee machine and makes himself a cup. "I have paid for the blacksmith. He will call you when it's ready."
The boy then waits for the man to keep talking, but after a minute of him just waiting for the coffee to be completed without saying a word, Harry asks: "Wait, you didn't say when you need the answer."
"Because I didn't." The boy stares in shock, followed by Hedwig. That's not the answer he expected. "Of course, I do want an answer, but I know it to be extremely hard to find, especially since you're still too young. I suppose your Uncle had the answer by this point, but even he didn't believe it to be correct. And you know how old we are." He then pours the coffee into two normal cups and one small teacup, and brings them to the table, with the troubled duo looking confused. The guardian places the cup on the table and in front of them, and starts sipping on the normal cup. "Here's your punishment. Bottoms up."
"Bottoms… up?" The boy picks up the normal cup as the bird looks at the teacup suspiciously. Harry then looks at the color of the liquid to see it being pure black. "...Oh no." He turns to the bird who's giving him a look of 'explain'. "It's pure black coffee. And it's going to be very bitter."
"You are in it too, Hedwig. Don't try flying away." The bird snaps her head to the guardian who just drinks coffee normally. "And to make it at least fair, mine is also as bitter as yours."
"How is that fair? You can turn off your senses!" Harry whines, and the serious atmosphere before breaks down with the guardian's chuckle. The boy sighs. "Can't I finish it later?"
"It's a punishment, so no. Also, do you think it's a good idea to drink before dinner time?"
"...I think one of the dangers is your inner sadism." The boy takes a sip and his face instantly wrinkles. "Yuck, it's so bitter! Where did you get this?"
"It's how you make it instead of where it's from."
Hedwig carefully touches her tongue into the teacup, and she immediately backs away with her feathers ruffling in disgust at how bitter it is. That causes Harry to smile sympathetically and says: "Sorry Hedwig, you're not getting away from this."
Later in the dinner, Kurome questions why Harry consumed a higher amount of juices than usual, and the boy glares at the other guardian who just nods with the bird also mimicking the boy from her cage.