I looked through the HP Fandom Wiki and found that there was no rating for Direwolves, but that is probably because they were never a part of the story. But for the sake of the story, Direwolves are XXXX Level Beasts. They are agile, fast, powerful, large, intelligent, and have a strong connection to the element of ice and some (the alphas of the few packs) even have the power to use some magical abilities.

At the end of this chapter there will be Information on House Potter.

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Potter Manor, Scotland

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"Master Charlus!" The worried voice of the Head House Elf woke the sleeping lord, and immediately Charlus knew that something was up. "Master Charlus you must get up, Young Master… he entered the forest!"

When the house elf's words registered to him a deep chilling dread filled the Potter Lord. No, the Potter Forest was no Forbidden Forest, but what the forest did have were things that would scare even acromantulas. Packs of direwolves and wolves alike, a herd of Griffins young and old, but deeper into the forest were things that even they feared.

The Potter family, might have always been a family of battle wizards and witches, but every now and again one Potter was born a Magizoologist. With the family's historical affiliation with magical creatures like the griffin, the Potters who become such tended to have a thrill of getting something worse than what they have. And already with both Griffins and Direwolves being XXXX level beasts, the forest was a danger enough.

Shooting up from his bed Charlus looked to the elf and saw the sheer terror in the elf's crimson eyes. "Have Victoria and the other House Elves been notified of the incident?" The elf nodded quickly, and the aged wizard grabbed his wand and grabbed the robes he had worn the day prior. "Good. You may leave Azazel."

The elf vanished with a pop and so did Charlus, but for him, he left through the door at a jog as he made for the main hall. When he arrived he found not only Victoria but also Arcturus. "You asked him to come?" He said as he walked past both of them, and in response, he got a nod from his American relative. "Good thinking. How about Newt, did you see if he could come?"

"I did attempt to floo call him, but Lady Tina said that he was occupied with something else." Victoria answered as they made for the door. "She apologizes that Lord Newt is unavailable." All Charlus could do at the reply was curse softly under his breath.

The group of three made their way to the forest at the peak of night, all their wands lit with a Lumos. "What are we expecting, Charlus? Victoria gave me the barest of information but by how I can't sense Hadrian in the manor, and how I can feel your magic pulsing, I can only assume that he is in there." His friend and brother in law asked as they stopped a few feet away from the forest, the trees towering over them.

Charlus nodded. "Yes. Hadrian is in the forest and by the fear I've been getting through the family magic, is that he's scared and confused." A guilt, filled the aged wizard. Ever since his heir met the portrait of his parents, the boy seemed distant and shy. "This… this is my fault. I took too long to tell him about the portrait of James and Lily."

He wanted to continue but before he could get the words out of his mouth, a smack was heard and Charlus felt his head turn. Looking to the culprit, the Potter Lord found blues pools looking at him. "I apologize for hitting you my Lord, but I saw it fit to smack you out of what you were thinking. But this isn't your fault, none of this is your fault. It's none of our fault." Vicky said as she pointed to him and herself and Charlus saw the cags turning behind those eyes. "Why Harry has entered the forest I've not a clue, but we both know that it wasn't either of our faults, nor was it Harry's doing. He knows that he should never enter the woods, and if he did do it knowingly, why now?"

Charlus agrees with whatever she was saying, his Heir was smart enough and after about a month living on this land, why did the boy go into it now? He thought about all the possible reasons why Hadrian would enter the forest, and when it hit him Lord Potter looked to the ground with a frown. "Night terrors." He said plainly. "Hadrian suffers from nightmares, and from what Azazel has told me is that most times they have made him stroll around in his sleep." Guilt returned to his heart as he looked into the forest. "I believe showing Harry the portrait of his parents also gave him memories of that night."

The three remained quiet at this revelation, it made sense and all Charlus could think of was what he'd done. Shaking his head the aged wizard threw that feeling to the back of his mind. Right now, his great-grandson needed him, and Charlus wouldn't let Hadrian down. Taking a step forward closer to the forest the Potter Lord stopped when many things happened simultaneously.

The first was a joint of howls from what he can only presume were the direwolves and wolves alike. A cold entered him at the sound, and worry just took a deeper hold on him. What then came was a sudden warmth and a light of bright orange flying over the group's head, and with it a calming song.

Charlus watched as the animal the size of a grown crow went further into the forest, and as he watched his eyes widened when he saw a flash of sapphire crystal come from where its eyes would be. He looked over to the American Potter and saw her with wide eyes, and he wanted to ask her the question, but before Charlus could her blue eyes looked to his ambers and Victoria nodded.

The Potter Lord looked back to the light, which was fading further away, and slowly a grin appeared on his face. His heir… Hadrian's familiar… was a phoenix… something only the House of Dumbledore has had. Unbeknownst to Charlus was the crack of a appreciation behind him. He'd later find out why Newt Scamander was preoccupied to come to help.

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He was scared, cold and alone. That was all Hadrian could feel and think right now, as he looked around his surroundings. All he could see was darkness and trees, and in the darkness were eyes staring at him. None of them resembled wolves or even griffins, but what Hadrian did know was that they were sickening with poisonous green eyes and sickening yellow pools staring at him, watching his every move.

Tears followed down his cheeks as terror only grew, and as he began shivering. Hadrian pulled into himself, clutching his legs closer and placed his eyes onto his knees. He didn't know what to do, his voice refused to do what he wanted and he didn't know which way to go. The Potter Heir… he wanted someone… anyone… Harry wanted his grandfather, but he didn't know how to get him here. He heard cracking of branches and leaves, and this made him only hug his legs closer to himself. Hadrian refused to open his eyes to see what it was that was before him.

However before whatever it was that made the noise could get closer, a warmth descended upon the crying child and with it a beautiful song. One that filled him with a calm Hadrian never felt before. Slowly lifting his eyes up, the Potter Heir was surprised to find that not only was the area lighting up, but all the fear he felt slowly vanished as a majestic creature came into his line of sight.

Hadrian immediately knew what it was before him, how couldn't he after reading a little under a quarter of the books in the Potter Library. With its beautiful wings and lovely songs, how couldn't he know what a phoenix looked like? The creature was rare, exotic and only few ever got to see them, and one of the few who have resided in this very country, and was the headmaster of Hogwarts School.

However this phoenix before him was different to the ones he read about. Yes, its eyes were an unnatural color for its species, but on its belly and back were patches of black, and its feathers all faded from a bright orange into a dark gray.

The Potter Heir watched as the creature slowly landed, the area around them still bright. "He-hello?" He said with a stutter, at the sound of his voice the phoenix titled its head, and hopped closer to him. "Th-thank you for saving me." Hadrian said as the bird's head straightened up for a few seconds and titled once more, and the emerald eyed boy couldn't help but smile at the bird's cluelessness.

Lifting a hand Hadrian moved it closer to the phoenix, completely forgetting that he was in the middle of a forest filled with creatures he knew nothing about. The nameless bird watched his every move, as his hand grew closer to its head, and as the Potter heir loosened up.

When his fingers finally found themselves on the phoenix's head, he was slightly surprised to find that it was cool to the touch, having expected it to be burning hot. Hadrian smiled as the beautiful creature pushed into his touch and he chuckled when it hopped closer. Scratching its head and running a hand along its feathers, the Potter Heir found himself at peace, the nightmares leaving his mind and the fear that filled him only a few seconds ago, all but vanished. Emerald pools then found themselves looking into sapphires, and when Hadrian looked into those eyes a mysterious missing piece of his soul filled in.

"What's your name, little guy?" He asked out of the blue, still giving the phoenix scratches and pets. The phoenix didn't even move nor seem to acknowledge what he said. However even though he asked, Hadrian knew the answer was a negative. "Hmm…." Looking over the bird's feathers a name came to his mind. "How about Vulkan?"

At the mention of the name the phoenix finally showed a reaction, with its sapphire blue eyes sparkling. Seeing this as approval and acceptance, Hadrian smiled as he scratched the bottom of Vulkan's beak, which brought songs and a flash of light that blinded him. Slowly opening his eyes the Potter Heir found himself staring at the Potter Manor in the distance, and not so far away were five figures making their way over to him.

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A Week Later

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Victoria Potter smiled at the sight before her as she pulled out the materials she would be needing in a few minutes. The said sight was that of the boy she sees more as a son than a distant relative, stroking the belly of the phoenix resting on his shoulder. Ever since the two appeared out of the forest in a flash of light, Hadrian and Vulkan were inseparable. Wherever the boy went the phoenix wasn't far behind, either on the Potter Heir's shoulder or perched on something high up to keep its sapphire eyes on his master.

However, the one time they were separated, which happened to be earlier today when Victoria took Hadrian to Diagon Alley to buy the school supplies he would need for Ilvermorny(all but a wand and uniform), she knew Vulkan wasn't far behind. The phoenix was either invisible or sitting on the many houses and shops in the Alley.

But over all the master and familiar were a beautiful sight for Victoria. Yes the magical creature might be a bit over protective of the Potter Heir but that was understandable when they were all informed that Vulkan wasn't even in one rotation of his life span. The phoenix was just beginning his journey, his egg having hatched only a month ago from what Lord Newt told them. Everyone in the Potter Household was happy to see the phoenix and at the head of them was the Potter Lord. Charlus, when he learned that the phoenix was his heir's familiar, was overjoyed to learn this. Yes he would have loved for it to be a griffin, but a phoenix… only one family had such an honor of having the majestic creature as their own. The Potter also had a good laugh, knowing that the man he hated most was now no longer special for being the only man to have a phoenix as his own.

Victoria chuckled as she watched as Hadrian pulled his hand back when Vulkan moved to bite a finger. "Before we start with picking the materials for your wand." She spoke up, gaining the youth's attention. "I was wondering if I could get one of Vulkan's feathers, to use in the creation of your future ally?" She saw worry and wonder in those emerald pools and she answered the unasked question. "I ask this because there's a rumor, or theory depending on which wandmakers you ask, that if a wand is made with the wizard or witches familiar's feather, horn or anything of the sort, the power and the potential of both wand and it's wielder will increase exponentially. Take the Headmaster of Hogwarts for example. I do not know what wand he wields nor what it's made of, but my guess is that he has a core that came from his own phoenix. Which would explain why he's so powerful."

After finishing the explanation the American Potter watched as the boy before her thought about what she said and with a slight smile on her lips she watched as Hadrian held his right arm out and how the phoenix, that was resting on his shoulder, slowly moved itself closer to her. However he was able to hold the beautiful creature up was a mystery to her, but when the phoenix held out a wing Victoria gave the creature a nod of appreciation and plucked a feather. Vulkan then made his way back to the shoulder he was resting on.

"Now with that, I want you to focus on your magical core as you look at these wood samples. When you get the feeling that they are singing or you feel drawn to it then stop." She said as she placed the phoenix father to the side and pushed some of the materials she took out forward. The Potter did as she said and Victoria's blue eyes watched as he looked at all the woods, and how he stopped at two of the many samples. "Have you found the one for you?" She asked when the boy looked up to her after examining the materials before them.

Victoria watched as the boy nodded and as he pushed forward the samples that sang with his magic. "Interesting." Was all the American Potter could say as she grabbed all the ones that weren't moved and placed them in her bag. "Elder and Ash. A fine and interesting combination I must say so myself." Hadrian looked at her and she smiled at the unasked question behind those emerald eyes. "Elder wood is a very rare wood to come across and the rarity only grows when we add it to a wand. It's also rumored to be extremely unlucky, to the point where its owners die early. In all of history there has only been a handful of them and the most popular is the Deathstick of the Deathly Hallows." When she finished explaining the first wood she grabbed the small container the wood resided in. "As for Ash, it's one of the most stubborn but loyal wand woods you can find, and with the combination of the unlucky and frankly disloyalty of the Elder and the loyalty and stubbornness of the Ash… your wand Harry will be one of a kind."

Victoria saw the excitement in the Potter Heir's eyes and he wasn't alone for Vulkan also gave a song of his own joy, probably because the phoenix knew his feather will be going into a wand of immense strength and uniqueness. "It's only mine?" The phoenix master asked as she reached into her bags and grabbed the next part of the creation process.

"Oh absolutely." She said as she placed 2 containers before her son in all but blood. "You'll probably find no wand like it and it's yours and yours alone." Victoria looked back to her bag and saw the last container and when she saw the silky black hair in it, the American Potter started thinking. "I… I wonder?" She grabbed the container that held something only a few ever saw. Placing it along the other objects Victoria finally continued. "Just like with the woods, I want you to do the same thing here. You'll be picking a wand core. Yes, we have the offered feather from Vulkan but there's nothing wrong with seeing if we can find another."

Just as before she watched as the boy did as she said. But Victoria couldn't help but look at the hair in the container she just took out. Thestral tail hair. A wand core so rare only one wand has presumably ever been made with it. The Elder Wand. Yes she believed in the tale, every Potter no matter how far off they may be, knew the Tale of the Three Brothers were true, and with them the Deathly Hallows. Why wouldn't they? House Potter on all of their family banners had a representation of the 3 items, and the main Potter branch even had the Invisibility Cloak. Where it might be? Sadly it was lost when James Potter was killed.

An excitement filled the wandmaker at the thought of making history with being the only ever person to craft a wand with both elder wood and a thestral tail hair. "Auntie?" That simple word drew her attention away from the possibilities and onto the heir before her.

"Sorry Harry, I was lost in thoughts." She said as she gave him a small smile. "Now let's see what cores your wand will be made out of." Victoria then watched as Hadrian pushed forward the veil that held the dragon heartstring within it. Seeing this Vicky deflated visibly making the boy worry and before he could say anything she spoke up. "No need to worry Harry, nothing is wrong. It's just I was hoping you'd push that forward instead."

She gestured to the container containing the tail hair of the representation of death, and to her shock Harry nodded. "I… I was drawn to it. But I felt a better connection to this one. Sorry Aunt Vicky."

A smile grew on Victoria's lips as she was being told this and when her relative apologized, she shook her head. "No need to be sorry Harry. Thank you for telling me this." Reaching into her bag she pulled out a pair of gloves and tweezers. "Now Harry," she said as she grabbed the container the heir pushed forward with gloved hands. "This here is a dragon's heartstring." She opened it and grabbed one of the many strings within it. "It is one of the powerful cores in the wizarding world, and one of the big three wand cores."

Victoria looked up and saw the interest in the emerald eyes of the Potter Heir, and she smiled at it. "The other two cores are the unicorn tail hair and a phoenix feather." At this she grabbed the feather that was given to her earlier, and she gave a thankful nod to Vulkan who flapped his wings in response. "Which we thankfully have here. These two will become the core to your wand." Her eyes then drifted to the thestral tail hair, and she had to look away to not allow herself to do something stupid. "Are you ready to see the creation of your wand?"

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Hearing this Harry couldn't help but allow excitement to fill him as he nodded. His aunt smiled and took out her wand and with it, 2 pieces of wood of ash and elder came out of her bag. The pieces of wood floated between the two people and with them were the cores. "Now Harry watch very closely for you'll be watching as your great ally is being made." The Potter Heir nodded once more and saw the American Potter smile.

With a simple nod and smile it began, with Aunt Vicky bringing up her wand and pointing it at the floating materials, and with a swish of her hand and a spell, Harry watched as both phoenix feather and dragon heartstring began intertwining with each other. Then the chanting began, something that sent shivers down the 9 year olds spine. With a flash of fire from the combined cores Harry watched as a blackened and redded feather came out of the flames.

Then came the wood pieces, and he watched as the foot-long pieces started cutting themselves up, making them shorter until they were about 8-9 inches long. Harry watched this with excitement and interest in his eyes written all over his face. The Potter Heir was so into it that he didn't notice the door opening to reveal his grandfather, who was wearing robes, a gray bowler cap and a mask that was hanging loosely around his neck.

Harry watched as the pieces of wood and the core fused. When the pieces of ash and elder complete surrounded the phoenix's feather and dragon's heartstring. The two pieces then began to morph and fuse together, making little lines of orange glow from the magic combining the two. Within a few more seconds the wand was done and it reveals what can only be described as a work of art to Harry.

He watched as it descended into the hands of its creator. "I must say this is one of the finest wands I've ever made, minus my own but you get what I mean." Harry nodded to what Vicky said, his eyes following the wand and as the woman across him began testing it. "10 inches, sturdy and surprisingly has a beautiful harmony."

The Potter Heir nodded and he had to fight the urge to snatch it out of his aunt's hands, but he held that childish desire back and just waited for it to be handed to him. This was also the moment he noticed not only that Vulkan wasn't on his shoulder anymore but that his grandfather was standing by the door, who had his familiar on his shoulder.

"That wand is fit for a Potter, my boy." The aged wizard said as he walked towards them. "But before Victoria hands it to you. You must promise that you will not treat that work of art as a toy. It is an instrument that is designed to fulfill your needs and desires." Harry felt anticipation as the Potter Lord stopped before him and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

"I promise Grandfather." The Potter Heir said as he stood and placed a hand over his heart. "I promise that I will use it as it should be. I will not allow my anger to control me, or hatred to consume my soul." Emerald eyes looked into amber pools. "I promise it on Mother's and Father's grave."

The Potter Lord and Heir remained as such for a minute longer until Charlus squeezed Harry's shoulder. "I'll hold you to it." The aged wizard released his hold on him and reached into his pocket. "Before I leave, I have something for you, something that I should have given you when you arrived."

Harry watched as Charlus placed a jewelry box on the table, one large enough to hold a ring and necklace. Emerald's eyes looked to the aged wizard and watched as he received a nod. Grabbing the box Harry opened it and was greeted to a site that amazed him.

Inside the box was a plain but elegant necklace that's chain was silver and the pendant was the Deathly Hallows. But what stood out was the magic emanating from the center of the pendant. Putting the thought to the side, knowing that his grandfather would probably answer it when he was done, the Potter Heir ran a finger along the necklace, feeling the small and barely noticeable runes all along it. It was amazing, but the necklace was a candle to the centerpiece, for residing in the center of the box was a ring, a ring Harry knew well, not only because he read about it but also because he'd been anticipating the day he'd receive it.

The centerpiece was the Potter Heir ring, a piece of jewelry that has been in the family since before Linfred founded House Potter. It, at first sight, was a plain band of silver however it was anything but plain. Engraved into the inside of the ring were runes and enchantments no normal eye could see, some of them old, being centuries old and some seemed to be a decade old, proving that it was always being worked on.

"Hadrian James Potter, the Potter Heir, I, Charlus Hadrian Potter, the Potter Lord, give you the ring that has been in our family since it was founded." The Potter Lord said, and as he spoke the named boy grabbed the ring, and instantly a crimson glow emitted from the ring. Without hesitation, Harry placed the jewelry on his right index finger. "I also want to give you this necklace, one that has been made into a Portkey to bring you home or bring me to you whenever you feel your life is in danger. The pendant is made of pieces of both your parent's wands, to remind you that even with them being dead and having begun their walk through the circle of reincarnation, they will always be with you, and not only your parents but also a piece of mine, to help you whenever you are in need."

Emerald green eyes looked to amber pools and Harry could already feel moisture build, and when the tears broke through, he couldn't help but embrace the man who saved him from a life worse than death. It didn't take long for the hug to be returned and with it a ruffle of his bird nest hair.

When it was broken it was by the eldest Potter stepping back, and in the process, Harry wiped the tears from his eyes. When the wetness was gone he looked at his grandfather and saw that his eyes were hidden behind his bowler cap.. "I'll be leaving for the Ministry. I won't be able to see you off but I trust that you'll take care of my heir." The man said as he looked over to sole female in the room.

Harry watched as his distant relative nodded and placed a hand over her heart. "I promise." She said with sincerity. With a simple nod to the lord of the manor, he quickly left and Harry saw him place the mask over her face. When the door closed behind him, Vulkan flew over to a ledge to rest upon. the American Potter spoke up. "Just as Lord Charlus said, this is not a toy, and if you treat it as such it will cause greater harm and damage than you could ever imagine."

With those words, the Potter Heir watched as his auntie held the wand out towards him, and with a shaky hand he took it. When flesh touched wood, a warmth filled him and just like when Harry first made his bond with his familiar, a small piece seemed to fuse back into his soul. Giving the wand a simple flick a whirlwind engulfed him, and the emerald-eyed boy saw the joy in his relative's blue pools.

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TBC

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House Potter(Most Noble and Ancient House):

Coat of Arms; a Griffin with a shield in front of it with its wings spread majestically. The shield had three quadrants. Top left being an Old English P. Top right a wand and sword crossed over each other. Bottom an outline of a triangle with a circle and line in it. In the griffins talons was the family's motto. Familia, Officium et Honor(Family, Duty, Honour)

Wealth: 215Million Galleons,105K Sickles, and 64k Knuts

Properties: Potter Manor, Cottage by the Wales, Godric Hallows Cottage(Destroyed)

Branches: North America(Founding and Governing House), Germany(Landgraf House), India(Thakur House), Australia(Noble and Ancient House) and Ireland(Noble House)

Lord: Charlus Hadrian Potter

Beowulf(Irish Wolfhound)

12", Walnut/Sycamore, Dragon Heartstring

Heir: Hadrian(Harry) James Potter

Vulkan(Phoenix)

13", Eldar/Ash, Phoenix Feather/Dragon Heartstring

House Elves: Azazel, Jophiel, Uriel, and Mikael

Account Manager: Ragnarok