So, the original copy of this, I took down, for numerous reasons. I revamped things very much to something I think that I would enjoy writing. It's still mostly Harry Potter related, like more than nine tenths related. I figured that it would be best to roll things back and build things from the beginning of Harry's time in that world, as opposed to in the middle of the game. Plus, it causes me not to have to bother with shelving certain pieces of baggage that's weighing Harry down.

I have to write something that I can get behind writing. Otherwise, nothing will be written.


Chapter One: A Chance Encounter.

Harry Potter had many questions. He knew from his existence at the Dursleys that adults didn't like having questions asked of them, especially when it was at the expense of poking holes through their often faulty logic. Hagrid was polite, but it was obvious that he was not at ease with asking that many questions. And Harry doubted that Hagrid had the answers that he was seeking anyway.

The answers laid with this Dumbledore guy that kept coming up. He was the Headmaster of the School and an extremely important wizard. Far as Harry could tell, he was like Merlin and Jesus all rolled into one, or at least that's how Hagrid was putting him over.

Harry figured that Hagrid might have a slight case of hero worship. Hagrid left for a little pick me up at the pub. Having lived with Uncle Vernon and having been forced to endure his Aunt Marge far too many times, Harry knew what that was a code word for.

The young man stepped into Madam Malkin's robe shop and looked around. A squat looking woman was waiting on a young girl who looked around Harry's age. She had blonde hair that shined in the sunlight and a pair of hazel eyes. She looked fairly bored.

"Hogwarts too, dear?" the woman, Madam Malkin Harry presumed, asked. "Just have a seat, my dear, this young lady is just about to wrap up."

Harry had a seat next to the young girl. She turned towards him, calmly and carefully.

"Hello, nice day outside, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes," Harry answered. He had not talked to many girls around his age or many children period, so this was a new experience for him.

"My name is Daphne Greengrass," the girl commented. She turned to extend her hand for him to shake.

"Harry Potter," Harry replied.

The only reaction she gave was the momentary widening of her eyes. "It's a pleasure to meet you Harry. I heard that you would be coming to Hogwarts this year. But I think anyone who could do the match figured that out."

Her eyes snapped towards his for a second. She stared at him, not realizing what she was doing.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked her. "Do I have something on my face?"

"Yes, your mother's eyes," Daphne answered briskly. "It's really rare for a male wizard to have his mother's eyes, did you know that?"

"No, I didn't," Harry commented. That was news to him.

"That means that you're extremely powerful," Daphne said. She wasn't a bookworm by any means, but she was well-read. "I don't think that you look too much like your father."

"That's not what the people inside the pub said," Harry said.

Daphne snorted. "I take it that the rumors that you were raised by Muggles were true."

"Yes, my aunt and uncle," Harry responded. Daphne didn't press the issue any further, which he was grateful for.

"Then, Harry, you should know that most magical users deal with the most simplistic explanation," Daphne said. "We enjoy our traditions and don't like to change things. You know, if it's not broke, don't fix it."

Harry allowed that to all sink in. He was so distracted by the magic and wonder of a brand new world that didn't involve the Dursleys that he neglected to see that the people there were in fact people. They just had a few special gifts, but were prone to mistakes just as much as the next person.

Hagrid's comments about the Ministry of Magic took on an interesting new twist.

"We'll almost done, sorry for the wait, dear," Madam Malkin said.

Daphne waved her hand. Her mother and sister were doing some shopping down the street, so they wouldn't be meeting up until another few minutes anyway.

The door opened and another two individuals entered. One of them was a tall blonde woman with her hair tied back, wearing some rather elegant robes. The second was a girl that was also close to Harry's age. Her golden blonde hair tied back and she wore a pair of glasses. She wore a red button up blouse and a nice flowing blue skirt down to her legs, along with a pair of red high heel boots. A pair of glasses added the final piece to the outfit, showcasing her dazzling blue eyes from the other side of her face.

"Hello," the girl said in a bright voice.

"It's a bit slow today, but then again this is our busy time," Madam Malkin muttered to herself. She would have to dust off that help wanted sign to put in the front of the shop. It didn't help that her assistant quit just this week without any notice. "Miss Greengrass, your order is done, and since your mother has prepaid for it, you can take it."

"Thank you, Madam Malkin," Daphne answered.

The second girl took Daphne's seat beside Harry. She eyed him with interest.

"It's a long wait here, isn't it?" she asked him.

"It is," Harry agreed.

"My name is Kara, Kara Danvers, that's my mother, she's the new professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts," the blonde said, pointing her out.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry answered.

"Oh, you are?" Kara asked with interest. She looked him over. "I thought that you'd be taller for some reason."

Harry couldn't help but crack a smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Harry," the woman with Kara responded. "It's been a long time since both of us have seen you, although Kara doesn't quite remember it."

"Wait, I know you?" Harry asked.

"Yes, and…..it was a tragic day when your mother died," the woman responded. She closed her eyes and sighed when she shook her head. "Your father as well, even though I wasn't really friends with him. We got along well enough."

The woman looked on in a far off manner. Kara frowned, she had never seen her mother like that.

"And you got sent to live with your relatives, no one knew where you were until years later," the woman added. She frowned. "You'd think that I would be given some kind of notice, I am your godmother after all."

"Wait, you are?" Harry asked.

"Yes," the woman agreed. She smiled. "Alura Danvers, I was Lily's best friend. Kara and I were overseas for a long time, after the Ministry denied my appeal for custody. They claimed that the records were sealed."

Andromeda and Alura must have fought that for over five years, but they claimed that Dumbledore was given power of attorney of the Potter estate and Harry's custody. They could find nothing to disprove it, along with nothing to prove it.

Harry couldn't fault Alura for what happened. She appeared to be as frustrated as everything.

The conversation ceased when Madam Malkin came out to take Harry and Kara's measurements. The two of them sat calmly and waited.

"Your robes will be ready in a few moments," Madam Malkin said with a smile.

"I really wish that I fought harder in the first place," Alura answered. She seemed apologetic. "But the only person who can request the Potter family will is a Potter himself. Until then, Dumbledore can claim that he has power of attorney over your custody."

"So, it was Dumbledore who sent me to the Dursleys?" Harry asked.

"He thought that you'd be the safest there," Alura answered. She noticed a shift in Harry's body language. She worked with young children in her job overseas and she had a doctorate in child psychology. She had a pretty good idea when a child was mistreated or even abused. "You weren't mistreated there?"

Harry shifted for a moment.

"Let's not talk about this here," Alura said suddenly. She realized that this was best done in a more private area.

"Oh, those look tacky," Kara groaned when she looked at the robes.

"Sorry, standard Hogwarts issue," Madam Malkin said. She agreed that the Hogwarts robes weren't the best designed work, but it was the design that they wanted. "And there you are, dear."

Harry got out his gold to pay, but Alura shook her head.

"No, Harry, I'll take care of it, consider it a late Birthday present," Alura replied. Harry was about ready to protest. "No, I insist."

"You shouldn't argue with my mother," Kara whispered to him. "Trust me, she's stubborn."

Kara shuddered and smiled. She couldn't believe that she would have to go to Hogwarts, but she supposed that it wouldn't be too bad.

"You have questions, I'm sure," Alura whispered to Harry. "And I have answers that you deserve."

Harry wondered what other bombshells she could drop on him. Finding out that he was a wizard turned his world upside down more than enough. Finding out that he had a godmother was also some news for him.

Kara and Harry took their purchases and Alura followed them outside of the shop. They didn't get too far, when they saw Daphne standing outside. She stood next to a woman who could only be her mother and a young girl that was a head shorter than Daphne and about a year younger by the looks of him.

"Hello, you're the young man who Daphne met inside the shop, aren't you?" the woman asked.

"Yes, I'm Harry Potter," Harry replied. One could hear the young girl groan by her mother's side and Daphne turn towards her younger sister with a smug smile on her face.

"Pay up, Astoria."

Astoria just blew all of her pocket money for a month on a bet that her sister was lying to her about meeting Harry Potter. She shoved it into Daphne's hands, with a sour look on her face.

"Astoria, your face will freeze that way if you keep it up," Daphne teased her sister.

"How about I hex you so…"

"Astoria," the woman said in a reprimanding voice and that caused her daughter to fall back into line.

Kara placed her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. Until her mother gave her the Mom look and she had no choice, but to cease.

"This is my younger daughter Astoria, you've met Daphne, and my name is Anastasia Greengrass," the woman said. She greeted Harry with a firm handshake.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Greengrass," Harry commented.

"So, were you here with someone, Harry?" Anastasia asked.

"I was here with Hagrid, you know the Hogwarts gamekeeper," Harry replied. One could see Alura wrinkle her nose.

"You mean that big hairy guy that was getting drunk in the bar," Kara answered. That caused Harry to raise his eyebrow.

"So, he was off drinking when he was supposed to be looking after you?" Alura asked. She eyed Harry for a few seconds and he nodded. "No, it's not your fault."

Almost on cue, Hagrid was making his way towards Harry, with a pair of ice creams in his hand. He stepped forward towards him, but frown when he noticed the party around Harry.

"Professor Danvers, what are you doing here?" Hagrid asked with a frown.

"I'm taking my daughter shopping for Hogwarts," Alura commented coolly. "And I ran into Harry here, all alone in Diagon Alley."

"Ah, I only slipped off for a minute, Harry can take care of himself," Hagrid said. He looked a bit uncomfortable at being underneath the imploring eyes.

"Hagrid, it's nice of you to show Harry around here, but I can take over from here," Alura said. Hagrid opened his mouth to protest. "You might mean well, but you're just the Hogwarts gamekeeper and you might not be able to adequately answer any questions that he might have about Hogwarts."

"I think I'm doing a pretty fair job," Hagrid argued. He was becoming uncomfortable. "Dumbledore….."

"Dumbledore trusted me enough to hire me as a teacher," Alura interjected. "I'd think that he would trust me enough to show Harry around and get the rest of his school things."

"Well…" Hagrid whispered. He wasn't about to cause a scene with Lady Greengrass here. "It's up to Harry, I guess."

"I'd like to go with them, thank you for everything, Hagrid," Harry replied in a diplomatic and polite manner.

Hagrid grunted and turned around, walking off. Daphne watched him leave, as did Kara. Both girls didn't look all that impressed with the half giant.

"We'll get our shopping done first, and then we have a few other stops to make," Alura informed Harry.

"Okay, sorry about running out, but we need to get going," Anastasia said.

The group said their goodbyes. Daphne turned to Harry and Kara last. "I guess that I'll see you at Hogwarts."

"See you later, Daphne," Harry told her.

"Yeah, see you later," Kara commented.


Alura took Harry and Kara on their shopping trip, to get them their school things. Some of the things Hogwarts put on their list raised a few eyebrows, but she was just going to go with it.

"And there's one more thing, your wand," Alura said. There was a long sigh that escaped from her mouth when she said that. "They say that you need a wand to perform magic. But that's because the Ministry can track wand magic. And magical creatures like house elves can mimic wand magic."

"House elves?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, they're kind of creepy," Kara whispered. She shuddered at the thought of that.

"Well, they are, but they are extremely powerful and devoted creatures," Alura added. "There was a reason why their powers were enslaved, but it's been lost to history."

Alura entered the wand shop with Kara and Harry. The creepy voice behind the counter gave them the creeps.

"Good evening," the voice whispered.

"What, does Hitchcock own this wand shop?" Kara asked. Harry raised his eyebrow.

"It's good to see you in the physical world at last," the man commented when he stepped out the shadows. "Alura Danvers…..you know, I have recollection of every wand that I've ever sold, but I can't recall you ever using a wand."

"That's because I didn't, and I wish to have Harry and Kara tested so they can receive exemptions for wand usage as well," Alura answered. "A wand would only slow down their learning and impede their process."

"Harry Potter, not buy one of my wands?" the man behind the counter asked. "The thought of it is absolutely absurd. Potters have been buying wands since the days of Camelot."

"You are required to test anyone who asks by international magical law," Alura said. She looked at Ollivander with narrowed eyes. "It hasn't changed in all of the years that you've been around."

Ollivander had been saving a special wand in his shop just for Harry Potter. It was something that Dumbledore had him personally craft after the downfall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He hinted that it might come in handy. To have a Phoenix part with a feather once was remarkable. To have a Phoenix part with a feather twice was unspeakable and would result in an extremely powerful wand.

He knew that he had to give these two future Hogwarts students a test to see if they were capable of performing old magic, natural magic, that was to say magic without a wand. He would lose his license if he refused them that right and their livelihood as well.

"Very well, Miss Danvers, would you like to go first?" Ollivander asked.

Kara gave a slight little smile and stepped forward. Ollivander allowed her to perform the tests. It was the same tests that were given to match a witch or wizard with a wand, only without a wand. It was extremely rare, he could only think of less than a dozen documented cases in thousands of years.

"Miss Danvers, you have a gift,' Ollivander said. He looked rather disappointed, because it was an insult to him that he would be denied an opportunity to match a young witch or wizard with their wand. "And now, the famous Mr. Potter."

Ollivander opened his mouth and added. "I sold…"

"Yes, we've known you've sold every wand in history, since Merlin was a twitch in his father's balls, do get on with it," Alura said. She didn't have much patience for the ramblings of eccentric old men.

Ollivander cast an eye to the wand in the back of the shop that he saved for young Mr. Potter. He felt extremely disappointed that he didn't have a chance to match it to the young man.

The wand maker noticed something extremely odd about this young man. And other then the obvious oddness that was about him. His magic was strong, but it should be stronger.

"Mr. Potter, I wish to check something," Ollivander muttered. If he was right, then there was going to be a problem. "I can sure you that you are most capable of not needing a wand to perform magic. But there is another anomaly with you."

"There's not something wrong with him, is there?" Kara demanded. Alura placed her hand on her daughter's shoulder to calm her nerves down. She did have similar questions.

"Ollivander, what is it?" Alura demanded.

"Just one second," the wand maker commented. He looked rather forlorn and tired when he scanned him. He drew his hand back. "Mr. Potter, you should be dead or at least severely brain damaged."

"What?" Harry asked flatly. That threw him completely off guard.

"This scar is more than just a mark, it contains a dastardly curse," Ollivander whispered. "It has been leeching off of your magic to sustain its life and the life of its original vessel. It's a Horcrux."

Alura's face grew extremely pale. "It should be impossible to use a living thing as a Horcrux."

"It is extremely ill-advised," Ollivander gently corrected her. "The object could wither and decay within a matter of years and a human's body would give out."

"What is a Horcrux?" Harry asked. He sounded a bit impatient.

"A Horcrux is powerful magic that blackens the otherwise noble cores of most wands," Ollivander explained. "A ritual can be performed where a shattered soul can be removed from the body of a person and placed in a vessel. The more times a soul is divided, the more mentally unstable a person becomes. It is foolish to do so more than once. But, it appears that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named might have been the first wizard in living memory to do so."

"So, you can remove this, right?" Harry asked.

"It's beyond my capabilities," Ollivander said. His sounded like he regretted it. "Much like you surviving the killing curse in the first place, it is unprecedented."

"What about creating him a new body, free of the imperfections of the last, and transferring his memories inside?" Alura asked.

"That would allow you to destroy the Horcrux, but the risk is too great and the magic required to do so is beyond all understanding," Ollivander said.

Alura had an idea of what she could do, but she wanted to make sure that it was completely safe before she did so. Now all she needed to do was ensure that Ollivander forgot what he learned and didn't say it to the wrong people. The last thing she wanted was Harry to become a lab rat for the Department of Mysteries.

"Thank you, Ollivander, and all you remember is testing Kara and Harry to verify that they do not need wands to perform magic," Alura said. She waved her hand and a dazed look washed over Ollivander's face.

The memories were yanked from his mind and replaced by new memories.

"Yes, Miss Danvers and Mr. Potter can be verified as not needing to use wands," Ollivander said. He looked like his puppy dog had been shot before his very eyes.

They got their certificates and were off on their wand.

Ollivander looked towards the specially created wand, sad that it would collect dust in the back of his shop for all time. But that was their right.


The Dursleys found their way off of the island and back home. That giant thug decided to steal their only means of transportation off of the island.

Petunia was in a rather short mood. Her husband wasn't that much better. It was a good thing that he was at work. That way he could take his aggression out on his employees and not on her. Vernon could be very short when things didn't go his way.

As for Dudley, well he was in his bedroom with that awful tail that giant bloke grew on his bottom. Petunia whimpered for her poor, precious, baby boy. He was so innocent, he never would have harmed anyone.

Petunia could hear a knock on the door. The boy must have been brought back. It was just like those people to dump him on their steps again like they did about a decade again.

"Just one minute," Petunia said. Her voice was short. She stepped forward and opened the door. She saw a very familiar face that caused her to take a step back. "It's you."

"Yes, Petunia, it's me," Alura said. The woman didn't look all that impressed with her. "Are you going to invite me inside?"

"You decide to show up now, after you freaks…."

"Not a single word, do you understand?" Alura asked. "If you be nice ,you'll never have to see Harry ever again."

Petunia blinked suddenly. She took a few seconds to understand what she was being told.

"And you could have been a better person, but you chose not to," Alura added. "I blame Dumbledore and his cronies for dropping Harry off at your door step in the dead of the night without giving you or your husband any choice in the matter. Just as much as I blame you for your choice of being a heartless and spiteful bitch."

Petunia could not believe that she was being talked this way by such a freak.

"Not one word, Petunia," Alura reminded her. "Harry's Hogwarts letter was addressed to the Cupboard underneath the stairs. I urge you to get severe mental help if you think that's normal."

"That was Vernon's call," Petunia said. She was fully willing to throw her husband underneath the bus.

"I don't doubt that he's brought out the worst of you, but you were fully capable of being spiteful long before you met him," Alura said. "Now, we're going to make a deal. You're going to sign these papers and give up rights to Harry. And you're going to give back every single bit of the money that was given for his care that you didn't use on him with interest."

"He should be grateful that he was given a roof over his head," Petunia said. "And Vernon will never allow that."

"Vernon doesn't have a say in what's happening now, the money was given to you by the Evans family trust to take care of them," Alura said. "Or, you don't. I'll take Harry regardless and I'll take this to trial in both worlds. You'll lose every bit of money to your name, your house, your self-respect, and everything."

"You couldn't gain custody of the boy before, could you?" Petunia asked. She would never forgive Dumbledore for forcing him on her. "You, Rose, and my stepmother, you all tried, but you couldn't win in your freak court system, so what makes you think…"

"You don't want Harry around, so why are you arguing for him to stay?"

Petunia had no answer to that. It wasn't the boy leaving that was a point of contention. It was the fact that her and Vernon racked up countless expenses and a massive debt with lavish expenses. They were addicted to the finer things in life, so they would need to look their very best. They wanted their son to have the very best of everything and they would settle for nothing less themselves.

The money they received from the boy helped them maintain their life style. Vernon's paycheck only could go so far.

"What happens if I refuse?" Petunia asked.

"I'll leak this address to every witch and wizard and inform them what you've done to Harry," Alura said. That caused Petunia to become pale. "They don't take too kindly of the mistreatment of their kind by your kind."

Petunia's hand shook instantly.

"So what is it going to be Petunia?" Alura asked. "Say the word and you'll be free of this world. Or don't, and all I have to do is ask Harry to declare that this place was not his home. And the only thing keeping him here is down and you're the biggest targets. You can run, but you can't hide, as you well know."

Petunia agreed with that point. Vernon was too stupid to understand that he couldn't out run the freaks and as a result, their precious Dudley got a pig's tail.

"Where do I sign?" Petunia asked.

"Right here," Alura said. Petunia scrawled her name on the paper. "Thank you, Petunia, I can't say it's been a pleasure. You can keep Harry's things, I daresay that he doesn't have much to speak of here."

Petunia wondered what she just did. Alura turned around and walked off with the signed papers in her hands.

She would have to explain to her husband that there was no money coming in.

Alura walked outside where Kara and Harry were both waiting for her.

"We have to head to the Ministry to file this and ask for a copy of the will," Alura informed them both. "And after all that's done, I'll answer all of your questions."

"I have a few," Harry said. That little tirade caused him to have more on the list that he was compiling.

"We're going to meet with Amelia Bones, she's the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and potentially the only sane woman in the Ministry," Alura said.

"Tell us what you really think, Mother," Kara muttered underneath her breath.

"And Andromeda Tonks is meeting us as well, she'll be happy that she finally has the lynchpin she needs to nail Dumbledore for custodial tampering," Alura answered.

"Is Dumbledore going to be arrested?" Harry asked.

Alura shook her head. "Unlikely, given who he is. He'll get a stern reprimand and a hefty fine, but given how rich he is, he can afford it. Maybe a restraining order if you're fortunate, unless it pertains to your schooling."

Perhaps it was just Harry, but the more he found out about Dumbledore, the less he wanted to be in the room alone with him.

She grabbed both of the children by the arms and teleported them towards the Ministry, transporting their school possessions back to their home.


To Be Continued.