Here is a new Harry Potter story. Hope you like it.
I own only my original character, nothing else. I do not own Harry Potter.
London, November 1, 1981
It was a warm and foggy night on Privet Drive. Everyone was asleep and not a noise could be day had been a strange one. All over, people saw others celebrating in the streets, in pubs and in other such places. Most of them wore the strangest and most unusual sets of clothing, and a few of them had beards that were of unnecessary length.
However, everything had calmed down and all had become quiet in the night.
From out of the fog came a tall, thin old man, wearing dark red robes, reading glasses that hung off his crooked nose, a red wizard hat and had long silver hair and beard. His beard was long enough to reach his belly, but it didn't seem to bother him in any way as he walked into the middle of the street. To his left was a boy, about four years of age, walking next to him. He was about halfway up the man's upper legs, with brown eyes and short, dark auburn hair.
"Why are we here, Grampa?," the boy asked.
"To bring a young child to safety, my dear boy," the old man answered.
He pulled out a small, cylinder-shaped device and opened it, the light from the nearest street light was pulled to it. The boy just watched in awe as his grandfather continued his work, smiling at the amazing feat. He pulled another light into the device, and then another, until it was only the moonlight that illuminated the darkness that surrounded them both. It was then that they heard a meow and looked to see a silver tabby cat with black stripes.
"I should've known that you would be here... Professor McGonagall."
The cat began walk over to them and as it did, it began to change, and where the cat once was, now stood an elderly woman in green robes and a large, black witch hat. She was much shorter than the man, about five feet five inches while he was around six feet one inch. She wore reading glasses as well and slightly greying brown hair wrapped in a bun.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," Minerva McGonagall said.
"Gramma!," the boy yelled quietly and ran over to her.
Minerva smiled and responded to this by picking him up and hugging him tightly.
"Hello, Ambrosius, dear."
She eventually broke the hug and put him down and turned to the older professor.
"Are the rumors true, Albus?"
"I'm afraid so, Professor," Dumbledore answered as they began to walk down the street, with little Ambrosius holding his grandmother's hand. "The good... and the bad."
"And the boy?"
"Hagrid is bringing him."
"Do you really believe that's wise? To trust him with something as important as this?," she asked.
"Oh, Professor... I would trust Hagrid with my life."
They all began to hear a loud noise, like that of motorcycle engine. They all turned to see up in the sky, a flying motorcycle with a sidecar attached, flying down towards them. It quickly landed a short distances from them. On the bike sat a man of gigantic stature, easily over eight feet tall with long, bushy brown hair and beard. He wore clothes made from animal fur and had some sort of carrier slung over his shoulder.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall," the giant man said as he removed the goggles he had on and got off the bike and smiled slightly when he saw the young child. "Hello, Ambrosius."
"Hagrid!," Ambrosius yelled, but was quickly shushed by Minerva.
"Shh...not so loud, Ambrosius," she said.
"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?," Albus said as the half-giant walked over to him.
"No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep jus' as we were flying over Bristol. Tried not ter wake 'im. There yeh go."
Gently, Hagrid handed Dumbledore something, causing Aaron to be curious.
"A baby?," Ambrosius asked.
"Yes. A very special one, at that. Much like you."
Slowly and gently, Dumbledore and McGonagall walked down the sidewalk towards a specific house. Ambrosius walked next to Hagrid behind them. All the while, he watched the baby his grandfather was carrying, listening to his grandparents talk at the same time.
"Albus... do you really think it's safe? Leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day, they are the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are-."
"The only family he has," Dumbledore interrupted.
"...This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name," she reasoned.
"Exactly. He's far better off growing up from all of that... until he is ready."
Ambrosius watched as his grandfather gently placed the infant on the welcome mat of the house they now stood in front of. From behind them, they heard sobbing, and saw Hagrid with tears in his eyes.
"There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all."
At this statement, he stopped crying and gave a nod. All the while, Ambrosius just looked around, confused as to what exactly was going on. Dumbledore soon noticed this and bent down to his height.
"In time, you will understand what is happening here tonight. You will meet this boy again, and when you do, he will need someone to look out for him, someone near his age to look up to. Promise me you will help him as best you can."
"...I promise," he said, still not completely understanding what was going on, but he understood enough to make that promise.
"Thank you. Now... why don't you place this letter with the boy?"
He handed him a letter and slowly, Ambrosius walked up to the sleeping infant. Suddenly, he stopped and tilted his head slightly in confusion. He could now see the baby's face. He had short black hair and seemed to be a year old or so. What really stood out was... a cut on his forehead, one in the shape of a lightning bolt.
After a brief moment, Ambrosius placed the letter on top of the baby boy and walked back as his grandfather said his farewells.
"Good luck... Harry Potter."
Present Day
Ambrosius opened his eyes, awakening from the memory that was playing in his head.
Ten years had passed since that night.
Ambrosius was now fourteen and would begin his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry very soon.
Having quite literally grown up in Hogwarts and raised by one of the greatest wizards of all time, he excelled in almost subject taught at Hogwarts, from Potions to Defense Against the Dark Arts to Transfiguration. Despite this, the young man always found time to help his fellow students and the teachers even. The only teacher he barely ever helped was the Potions teacher, Professor Severus Snape, since he usually refused it.
Now, he was sitting at a table in the headmaster's office. He was wearing black pants and shoes with a white button down shirt and a dark grey casual sweater, both with the sleeves rolled up slightly. He sat at the balcony in the Astronomy Tower, looking down at all of Hogwarts and some of the surrounding countryside could be seen. His fourth year was about to begin soon and for some reason, he had a strange feeling that this year would be much more eventful than his previous three.
"Ambrosius?," his grandfather called out from below him.
Having heard this, the young man quickly got up and walked back down to the headmaster's desk.
"Ah, there you are. Apologies for taking so long."
"It's quite alright, grandfather. I don't mind waiting," he said. "Why did you want to see me, though? You and grandmother are usually busy right before the school year begins."
There was then a familiar cry and Ambrosius looked to see an fire orange colored bird with long, flowing feathers landed on his shoulder and dug its head into his neck.
"Nice to see you too, Fawkes."
"Haha... well, I called you here because for one, I merely wanted to see my grandson. Ask him how he was doing."
"I'm okay, excited to begin my fourth year. Dosed off up in the Astronomy Tower for a few moments. Old memory began to play in my head."
"Oh? A memory?," he asked, wanting to hear more.
"A memory of our trip to a certain someone's home in 1981," he said and Albus nodded in understanding.
"Mm... I see, and it is very curious that you'd dream of that memory, especially with the matter I wish to speak to you about. Which brings me to the real reason I asked you up here. I'm afraid that with getting the school ready for the new year, neither me nor your grandmother be able to go to Diagon Alley with you."
"Oh... that's unfortunate, but I understand completely though. You both have a lot to do to get the school year ready. I'm sensing that there is a 'but' coming, though."
"Ha... but...," Albus said, and both of them chuckled slightly at this. "You will be meeting up with Hagrid there as he is helping a soon to be first year in getting his school supplies."
"Getting his things now? A bit risky to do it a few weeks before school begins," Ambrosius commented.
"Indeed, but his aunt and uncle continuously ignored the letters we would send, and we sent a great number. They even rented a remote hut out by the coast, attempting to be out of the reach of our owls."
"Ohhh! So that's why the Owlery was empty. I'm guessing you sent Hagrid to deliver it and they're on their way to Diagon Alley right now?"
His grandfather merely nodded to his question.
"So, who is this boy?"
"Harry Potter," he answered and Ambrosius' eyes widened in surprise. "Yes, he just recently turned eleven, so he can begin attending Hogwarts. They should be arriving at the Leaky Cauldron soon, so you best be leaving."
"...Alright. I'll help him get his supplies along with my own. I'll take the train back as well. I'll see you and grandmother when the school year begins."
Ambrosius then got up and Fawkes flew off of his shoulder and onto the perch right next to the headmaster's desk.
"Ambrosius," Professor Dumbledore said and his grandson looked back at him. "First, take this letter and have Hagrid give it to Griphook at Gringotts. I'm afraid you cannot know the details of the letter. It must be kept strictly confidential."
"How will Hagrid know what it's about if I don't know what the letter says?"
"Don't worry about that. He knows that you will be giving it to him. Do be careful though, please, Ambrosius. Even Diagon Alley has its dark corners."
The fourteen year old boy nodded at this and turned to leave before Albus remembered something else.
"Oh, one last thing, and I haven't the foggiest as to how I could've almost forgotten it. Your grandmother and I have spoken to each other and we come to the agreement that you have earned the position and title of Prefect a year early. We have both been impressed by your commitment to both your studies as well as your fellow students, and we could not be more proud of you, your parents would be as well."
Ambrosius gave him a smile and another nod, then grabbed some Floo powder next to the fireplace.
"Diagon Alley," he said as clear as he could and threw it into the fireplace itself, making the flames turn green and he walked into it.
Diagon Alley
Almost instantly, Ambrosius found himself in another fireplace, in another place. He looked around and saw that he was in the Flourish and Blott's bookshop. He casually walked out of the shop, wiping any ash off of his clothes, looking around to see that he was indeed in Diagon Alley. He saw the many people walking all over the place, going from shop to shop, many families getting the supplies for their children who go to Hogwarts. It did not take him long to find the gamekeeper of Hogwarts.
"Hagrid! Over here!," he called out and the large man turned and smiled when he saw him.
When they got closer, Ambrosius looked down to see an eleven year old boy with slightly long black hair with glasses. He wore a grey shirt with a plaid button down shirt over it, with the sleeves covering his hands slightly and wore khaki pants. All the while, the boy just looked amazed beyond measure at what was around him, exposing his lightning bolt scar only slightly, but enough that Ambrosius could see it.
Instantly, he knew exactly who this boy was.
"Hello there, Ambrosius!," Hagrid happily said. "Harry, this is Ambrosius Dumbledore. He'll be a fourth year at Hogwarts an' he'll be helping us get yeh your school supplies."
"Nice to meet you," he said politely, reaching his hand out, which Ambrosius shook.
"Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Potter... officially that is. Also, Hagrid?"
Ambrosius then very discreetly handed him the letter.
"He said you'd know what's it's about."
"Tha' I do," he said, putting the letter into his jacket. "Come on, now! Let's go get yours an' Harry's supplies."
"But Hagrid, how am I going to pay for all of this? I haven't any money," Harry asked.
"Well, there's your money, Harry! Gringotts, the wizard bank. No safer place fer it, not one! Except fer perhaps Hogwarts."
Harry looked to see a tall, marble building with multiple stories and positioned on an intersection with the alley and another known as Knockturn Alley.
They quickly head inside and the inside was much different to the outside. It was dark and dismal, as well as a bit dusty and gothic in a way. All around them on high desks were small, pointy earred and pointy nosed creatures.
"Ugh... Hagrid? What exactly are these things?," Harry asked.
"They're goblins, Harry. Clever as they come, goblins, though not the friendliest o' creatures. Bes' stay close," Hagrid said as they walked up to the bank manager. "Ahem... both Mr. Harry Potter an' Mr. Ambrosius Dumbledore would like ter make a withdrawal."
"Ah... and do Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Ambrosius Dumbledore have their keys?," the goblin asked.
"I have mine," Ambrosius answered, pulling a golden key out of his pocket.
"Oh! Wait a minute. Got Harry's here somewhere," Hagrid said, beginning to search his person and eventually pulling a golden key from a pocket. "Ha! There's the little devil! Oh and there's somethin' else as well. Professor Dumbledore wanted me to give you this."
He pulled out the letter that Ambrosius had given him earlier, and handed it to the goblin.
"It's 'bout yeh know wha' in vault yeh know which."
Harry gave a confused look and turned to see Aaron with an inquisitive look on his.
"Very well," the bank manager, Griphook by name, said and began to lead them to the vaults.
They came to what looked like a mining cart on a rail, but modified to carry not coal or other kinds of minerals, but a small number of people.
"Please be seated and hold on. The journey to your vaults may become... erratic."
"That's putting it mildly," Ambrosius commented as he got on and helped Harry in.
They began to go down the railway, beginning to accelerate very quickly, not slowing down at all when making turns. Suddenly, they slowed to a stop and saw they'd stopped at that vault.
"Vault 549," Griphook stated and got off. "Lamp, please."
Hagrid then handed him a lamp and the headmaster's grandson got off the cart and followed the goblin to the vault door.
"Key, please."
He handed him the key and he immediately unlocked the door. After a few mechanisms shifted in the door, it opened to reveal large room, filled with a few valuable objects, and in the center was a large pile of gold coins.
"Wow...," Harry said quietly.
Aaron casually walked into the vault and filled a small bag with gold coins. Once it was full, he walked out and the vault was sealed behind him. The goblin handed his key back and continued on their way down into the caverns that held the vaults under Gringotts.
They soon stopped again at the next one.
"Vault 687," the goblin said and got off.
They went through the same drill and the vault was opened, revealing a room similar to Ambrosius', but with only a pile of gold coins as large as the one in his own vault. Harry just stood there, bewildered at the sight in front of him, shocked that it was all of the wealth in front of him was his. Both Hagrid and Ambrosius just smiled at this.
"Didn't think yer mum and dad would leave yeh with nothin' now did yeh?," Hagrid asked, and Harry just smiled.
"Here," Ambrosius said, handing the boy a spare bag he had on hand. "To carry your money in."
"Thank you," Harry said, earning a nod and he quickly filled the pouch and they walked to the next vault they needed to visit.
"Vault 713!"
"What's in there, Hagrid?"
"Can't tell yeh, Harry. Hogwarts business. Very secret."
"Stand back!," Griphook exclaimed and then moved his finger down the door and a moment later, the vault opens to reveal a small package on a pedestal.
Hagrid quickly walks inside and quickly snatched it up and looks down at the two boys.
"Bes' not ter mention this ter anyone, boys," Hagrid said, and they both nodded.
Soon enough, the three of them left the bank quickly began to purchase all of Harry and Ambrosius' school supplies.
"Is there anything else you still need to get, Harry?," Ambrosius asked, after they had gotten their robes, books and other such school supplies.
"I still need... a wand," Harry answered.
"A wand? Well, ye want Ollivander's. No place better."
Harry looked to where Hagrid was pointing at and saw small, dark building with the name Ollivander's: Maker of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C. on top.
"Run along there, but wait. I just got one more thing I got to do. Won't be long," Hagrid said, and then he was gone.
"Come on, best not to keep your wand waiting," Ambrosius stated and Harry just looked at him oddly, but he simply smirked at this.
They entered the shop to find huge shelves, each filled to the brim with rectangular boxes which Harry could only assume had wands inside of them.
"Hello?," Harry said. "Hello?!"
The two heard the sound of wheels rolling and an elderly man on top of a ladder appeared from between the furthest shelves. When he saw Harry and Ambrosius, he smiled.
"I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr. Potter," he said. "Wonderful to see you again as well, Mr. Dumbledore. Hahaha... I'm not sure if I will ever get used to saying Mister instead of Professor."
"Haha, I can't imagine why, Mr. Ollivander. Would you like any assistance finding Harry a wand?"
"The offer is appreciated, but I believe I can manage."
"Very well. I will wait outside then," he said, making Harry look at him, confused as to why he was leaving. "It is an immensely special moment in every witch or wizard's life when they get their very first wands. It's best that you are alone when you get it. Don't worry, Harry, Mr. Ollivander doesn't bite... much."
With that, the fourth year student walked out of the store, and waited for Harry to get his wand and for Hagrid to return. While he waited, he saw a couple of familiar faces. A boy a couple of years younger than himself, wearing his new Hogwarts robes, though he had, as Aaron could see, was a little green creature, which could almost be mistaken for a large stick insect. Next to him was a much older man, wearing a petrol pea-coat and carrying a brown leather case.
"Rolf," he called out, getting his and the other man's attention, both smiling instantly.
"Ambro," Rolf said, using his best friend's nickname. "It's good to see you."
"Good to see you too. You as well, Mr. Scamander."
"Oh, there's no need for that, dear boy. Newt is just fine," Newt Scamander said.
"Okay then. Hello, Pickett," Ambrosius said, and the Bowtruckle in Rolf's shirt pocket shyly popped his head slightly, as if it was his way of saying hello. "Taking him with you to Hogwarts this year?"
"Uh-huh, I got special permission from your grandfather to bring him as my animal companion."
"Nice. No doubt life at Hogwarts will be eventful for you then. More so than usual now."
"'Ello, Rolf! Newt!," Hagrid exclaimed as he walked towards them, holding something behind his back. "Fancy seeing yeh two here."
"Always nice to see you, Hagrid," Newt said. "Sadly, we must get going. It was a pleasure to see you both again. Come along now, Rolf."
"See you on the train, Ambro," Rolf said, walking away with his grandfather.
"See ya," Ambrosius said, then he saw Hagrid was hiding something. "Surprise for Harry?"
"That's righ'," he answered and pulled it out from behind him as he knocked on the shop window, and Ambrosius saw that it was a birdcage with a snowy owl in it. "Harry! Harry! Happy Birthday!"
The owl then hoots and Ambrosius could see the look of amazement on Harry's face. After paying for his new wand, he quickly came out and Hagrid held the cage up for him to see the owl closer.
"Thank you so much, Hagrid!!," he exclaimed as the owl looked curiously at him.
"You're very welcome."
"Have a name for her in mind yet?," Ambrosius asked.
"...Hedwig. I'll call her Hedwig," he answered and the bird gave a hoot of approval.
"Sounds like she likes her new name," Hagrid said. "We bes' be gettin' back ter the Leaky Cauldron. Rooms have already bin set up fer us all."
They both nodded at this and they all headed over there.
Later that night, Ambrosius, Harry and Hagrid sat a table, eating soup. Harry was being rather quiet, something that both of his companions and new friends took notice of.
"You okay, Harry?," Hagrid asked, sounding slightly concerned. "You seem very quiet."
"...He killed my parents, didn't he?," Harry suddenly asked before gesturing to his scar. "The one who gave me this. You know, Hagrid, I know you do. You probably know as well, Ambrosius."
The three of them were all silent for a moment before Ambrosius looked at Hagrid, and they nodded to each other and latter pushed away the soup he was eating and looked directly at Harry, a very serious look growing on his face.
"First, and understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago, there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go. And his name was V-... his name was V-..."
"Maybe if you wrote it down?," Harry suggested.
"No, I can't spell it. Okay...," he said, then spoke much more quietly. "...Voldemort."
"Voldemort?"
"Shh!!!," both Ambrosius and Hagrid exclaimed, making Harry look around to see if anyone heard him, thankfully no one did.
"It was dark times, Harry, dark times. Voldemort started to gather some followers, brought 'em over to the dark side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill 'em. Nobody...not one. 'Cept you."
"Me? Voldemort tried to kill... me?," Harry asked, shocked at what he was hearing.
"Yes," Hagrid answered. "That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry. A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse...and an evil curse at that."
"What happened to... You-Know-Who?
"Well, some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's out there, still, too tired to carry on. But one thing's absolutely certain. Something about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous. That's why everybody knows your name. You're the Boy Who Lived."
He let this new information sink in for a few moments before speaking again.
"I think tha' I'm gonna turn in now," Hagrid said. "Yeh both okay on your own?"
"Yeah, I think we should be fine," Ambrosius answered. "Good night, Hagrid."
"Good night, Hagrid," Harry said as well.
"Good night, yeh two."
Hagrid went upstairs and disappeared into his room, leaving Ambrosius and Harry alone.
"Where did you hear that, by the way? About the one who gave you the scar?"
"From Mr. Ollivander. He told me that my wand had a phoenix feather in it. He said that it's brother gave me my scar."
"Hmm... can I see your wand?," he asked and Harry obliged, taking it out and handed it to him. "Holly wood, 11 inches long, supple and definitely a phoenix feather as it's core. A great wand for a great wizard. It will serve you well, though it may surprise you sometimes."
"You know a bit about wands?," Harry asked.
"A tiny bit of wandlore. But since you showed me your wand, I'll show you mine."
He handed it back to him and pulled out a long black wand with a twisting right above the handle and seemed to have metal on the handle as well with strange symbols on them.
"Ebony wood, 15 inches long and a phoenix feather core."
"What are these?"
"Runes. Mostly meaning stuff about light defeating darkness. This was my grandfather's first wand."
"Wow. Your grandfather, he wouldn't happen to be Albus Dumbledore, would he?"
"That's right," Ambrosius said. "He's the Hogwarts headmaster. Speaking of Hogwarts, I want you to know something, Harry."
The boy looked back at him at him and handed his wand back.
"I made a promise once that I would help you in school as best as I can. So I promise you now that as well. Not because you're The Boy Who Lived, but because I already see you as a friend, and I always, always, look after my friends. Also, you seem like you're your parents's son."
"You knew my parents?," Harry asked, surprised by this.
"I don't remember them very well, but yes I did. In fact, your mother was my godmother. One of the most kind people I've ever met, your father not far behind, though he did seem a tad bit arrogant at times."
The two of them chuckled at this for a moment.
"Thank you for being my friend, Ambrosius."
"You can call me Ambro."
"Ambro," Harry said, smiling a little.
Hope you liked this. I've been thinking about this for a while now. We'll have to see how this goes.