John Matias was an experienced fighter and a charismatic boxing coach who had come across several talented kids in his career. He had even trained a couple of champions to win their belts and move on to successful athletic careers. However, he recently noticed two children who caught his attention.
There was a girl named Hermione, who referred to herself as a fairy princess. She was tough and had an impressive right hook. Jamie, a street urchin, earned his lessons by cleaning the gym and running errands. Everyone in the community knew Jamie because he had an excellent body memory. He only needed to be taught something once and he would remember it perfectly.
There was a problem in that the fairy princess and the urchin could never practise together because the princess would come during regular hours, and Jamie would come at night. John believed that a match between them would be magnificent if he could get them in a ring together.
'I guess I just have to keep instructing the princess and the urchin until fate allows the two a match in the ring.' John said to himself.
Jamie remembers that in the Harry Potter books, Harry would receive a letter two weeks before his 11th birthday informing him that he was a wizard. Jane loved how this revelation would come out of nowhere while Harry was going about his daily routine. However, to Jamie, it wouldn't hurt to have some assassin skills as well.
In the story, the young hero was ignored until the age of eleven. So Jamie decided to transform him into an anti-hero who took charge of his destiny. Even today, Jamie vividly remembered the weak body he discovered in August of 1989. As an experienced assassin, he never wanted any of his targets to suffer as much as this child did. Nevertheless, Jamie trained Harry to be patient, plan, and solve problems, to stay alive until his next mission.
'Just like that eagle-eyed Granger girl?' asked the Harry part of his soul. Jamie nodded and replied, in silence. 'Exactly like that eagle-eyed Granger girl, we will meet her on the train to that crazy school hog-pimple or something,'
Jamie was aware that the intelligent, piercing gaze in Harry's memory reminded him of his own Jane. He tried to avoid feeling the emotions that always brought tears to the kid's eyes. Jamie rubbed his face and wiped his nose, but it was useless. Despite the memories of Jane flooding back, he knew he had a job to do.
At the moment Jamie had found Diagon Alley, he knew his identity as Harry Potter would be compromised if someone recognized him. He had worn a cap and regular dark clothes.
Fortunately, when he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, an old-fashioned and dingy pub, everyone was preoccupied with the news of Harry Potter's disappearance. A man named Albus was grieving his loss, but the peculiar thing was that the goblins were refusing to declare him dead. Both the Ministry and Albus were in a fight with the avaricious little creatures over this matter.
Jamie/Harry was fascinated by Diagon Alley, the shops, and how this marketplace had everyone oblivious to the boy in the cap. He sat at the ice cream shop, but he knew that his stomach would start making noises before too long, and as usual, people would stare with a mix of pity and annoyance. Nope, he did not require that attention. Harry looked up and noticed an odd thing.
A beautiful woman struggled to walk in her slippers, swaying as she moved. Jamie forgot his hunger; it seemed worth investigating.
The lady walked down a staircase to a place called Knockturn Alley.
Jamie wisely kept his distance as he observed the lady transform into a tall man with platinum blonde hair and a distinguished face, all while still wearing feminine clothing.
It became clear that magic had the power to alter not only a person's appearance but also their gender. This was a fascinating discovery for Jamie. He observed that a man used a chopstick to alter his clothing into a male attire and then quickly entered a shabby store called Borgin and Burkes. Jamie/Harry, followed and saw the blonde man pointing the chopstick at a man behind the counter.
"Borgin, the polyjuice only lasted ten hours, not twelve. I want my money back," The man's chopstick began glowing with a green light.
Borgin was about to start sputtering when Jamie decided to take action. He climbed up and pulled a backpack from a box, causing the contents to spill out and create a commotion.
People on the street stopped and approached to investigate the strange noise. The blond man with the glow-in-the-dark chopstick quickly departed in a hurry, while Borgin stepped out to check the mess Jamie had made. He asked, "What are you doing, boy?"
"Making a scene to scare off a bully, what else?" replied Jamie/Harry.
Borgin stopped and nodded. The kid was right. That Malfoy bastardwould have killed him if not for this little urchin. Now, Borgin was anything but a kind soul, still, he was not without a bit of humanity, he owed the kid a favour. "What do you want, boy?"
"A job, and to know what this is?" Jamie had not been able to take his hand off the backpack.
Borgin's smile was unpleasant, but his eyes shone a little brighter. "So you want a job, do you? Well, I'll pay you five galleons to clean the floor, organise the shelves, and dust until three o'clock. After that, you can leave. And just because I'm feeling generous, I'll sell you the useless house trunk for three galleons."
Jamie/Harry raised an eyebrow and added in a deadpan voice, "The box says a galleon a piece, not three."
"Finish the chores before 3 pm, and I will respect the advertising. If you finish after 3 pm, I will take 4 galleons, and you keep the item and a galleon," countered Borgin.
Without even a flinch, Jamie confidently offered to complete the job by 2 pm and take the useless trunk for free, plus 7 galleons.
"Okay, impress me, mop boy," Said Borgin.
"Either we shake on it or there's no deal," Jamie/Harry replied.
Borgin thought he had already witnessed all kinds of people entering his store, but then this young troublemaker appeared, making a bet without realising that he was setting himself up for failure. However, the small individual with a cap had previously helped him, so he decided to do a good deed by keeping his promise to the child.
Jamie/Harry noticed how Mr. Borgin was trying hard not to laugh. He nodded and stuck his hand out to shake. Jamie/Harry imitated the man and took his hand in the firmest salute he had. Both replied in stereo, "Deal."
That was the day Harry acquired a portable house that he could carry on his back. Although it looked like a grubby backpack, he could take it to the coin laundromat, wash it, and figure out how it worked. He even thought about stitching it a bit to make it more comfortable."
First, he needed to go to the bank to exchange his galleons for pounds. He wanted to buy a sewing kit and some fish and chips because he was starving. However, he could raid the food store bin again. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice a commotion happening as he entered the bank. Suddenly, someone yelled, "Stop, thief! There's a warrant for your arrest!"
Jamie/Harry fell to the ground due to his ill-fitting shoes. As he crashed onto the floor, a man accidentally stepped on him and tore his backpack. The man was about to attack Harry with his stupid glow-in-the-dark chopstick, but Harry lost his temper. He grabbed the chopstick, broke it, and then retrieved his damaged backpack, "Do you know how hard I worked for this, you arsehole?! I bet you don't,"
Jamie/Harry, who had been boxing for a while punched the man in the face, and since the brawl was inside the bank they all stopped once they noticed a kid with no fear of wands, had just disarmed a famous thief and was beating the man to a pulp. The kid added, "You are going to get me a new backpack you moron, and I don't mean later, I mean, NOW!"
The goblin guards burst into laughter. The kid had just captured the elusive thief, Mundungus Fletcher, a.k.a. Dung, and had yet to realise he was about to receive a reward of 2,000 galleons for his capture.
The goblin captain Grimmtooth, was impressed with the young boy and his fighting style, he added, "Boy, he's unconscious, please let him go, now, since you are in Gringotts and you just captured a wanted thief, it is your right to get the reward, Axefrenzy, take him to the warrant desk," Said the big and muscled goblin to a soldier, the goblin nodded.
Jamie/Harry stood up and noticed that the thief had been tied up and was floating inside the bank, all with just the movement of a dagger. Jamie/Harry also noticed that his fists hurt and saw blood on them. After clearing his throat, Jamie/Harry got up and said to no one in particular, "I guess I was really angry. God, I hate being hungry."
Axefrenzy nodded and said, "I understand, I hate it when someone gets in the way of my grog,"
Harry nodded and found himself inside the warrants office. After the formality and getting a sack full of gold, Jamie/Harry, lamented, "I really wanted the house trunk backpack,"
Grimmtooth saw the child's anger at the sight of his damaged backpack and nodded in understanding. He stepped forward and said, "I can see that you are a young muggle-born and cannot use magic. Furthermore, it's not allowed to use a wand inside Gringotts. However, if you want, I can fix your backpack for you. Of course, there will be a fee for my services."
"Of course, nothing worth having is without a cost, right?" Asked Jamie/Harry.
"Correct, I'll repair it for you for 10 galleons," offered Grimmtooth.
"I'll give you five if you can repair it as well as before," Harry countered.
"Nine, and I'll even clean the piece of feeble trash," retorted Grimmtooth.
"Six, then," replied Harry.
"Eight and I'll tell you why the stupid bag was thrown away as useless, in the first place," offered Grimtooth.
"Seven and not a galleon more, I have to go buy some fish and chips, I'm starving," said Harry. At that moment his stomach lurched.
Grimmtooth smirked without teeth, and brought his dagger out and repaired the backpack housetrunk, and scourgify the pack revealing the fabric to be burgundy in color. Then he fixed the dial on the side and said, "Okay, check the dial and see if it works,"
Jamie/Harry turned the dial and a small message appeared on the side of the colour. It read. Muggle setting, and blinked and faded. Harry opened the backpack and noticed a regular backpack, regular enough to put in a change of clothes, his shoes, and maybe a toiletry bag. He nodded. He then tried the next setting that read, school/work. Again the message faded, and a compartment full of books appeared. Wait, the backpack had things in it? Jamie/Harry had to use all of the last of his willpower to keep from reacting to the items inside his backpack. He cleared his throat and continued with the next setting, home, away from home. Before he opened. He closed his eyes and decided he wanted to explore the inside of the home away from home, away from the goblins, so he straightened his back and said, "Uhm, right, I owe you, seven galleons, Mr. Goblin," he took the galleons he had in the pocket of his jeans and handed them to the captain.
"The backpack you have there, kid, is of goblin manufacture, and the model you own was discontinued at the start of the century. It's a treasure trove, and the original owner was ignorant of its true value. Watching you get angry and fight for a goblin-made object was a very smart move. Now, I know you're in a hurry, but if you go to the Leaky Cauldron, you can find good food there for humans, and they accept galleons. They also have rooms, where you can investigate the backpack's features further in the comfort of your own space," the goblin said. He then made a small bow and stepped away.
Harry listened to the goblin's advice, took seven galleons out of his bag, and put the rest in the school/job compartment. He rented a room at the Leaky Cauldron and requested his meal to be served there. He wondered if he would ever again have a day as awesome as this one.