Summary: Tossed out the Dursley's house at the young age of 5, Harry Potter doesn't know what he's going to do. Finding pity on him for giving him such a fate, the gods decide to give Harry power beyond his wildest dreams. Now armed with crazy power, Harry will raise himself to become a certified bad ass. "Harry Potter? Wrong, the name is Hadrian Sparda." Badass!OP!Harry Harry/MassHarem Major Crossover

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any crossovers used in this story

Chapter 1: I'm A Wizard? Awesome

(? London, July 1st, 1991)

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed in this letter is a list of all necessary books and equipment you shall require for your first year.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistres

As Hadrian Nero Sparda read through the letter, a grin split on his face. "So this is what they meant by being careful with money 'till I was 11," he said aloud, amusement dancing in his dual coloured eyes.

Within the 5- near 6- years Harry had changed greatly. His silver hair had grown slightly longer, and was swept back, putting more emphasis on his face, while he had also grown to a good height for his age. He was 4 feet 8 in height, and his body, while not ripped or even muscled, was very strong due to his training and healthy diet. His skin was still just as pale as it was when he'd first made the change from full human to half demon.

In terms of clothing, Harry wore a long, silver buttoned blue coat with three separated coattails. A white, serpentine pattern ran around the collar, with a snakes head hanging over the coat's left shoulder, and its tail slinking down the right, all the way to the bottom of the coat. A gold lining ran across the edges of the coat, and a silky, golden flower blossom pattern decorated the inner lining.

Underneath the coat, Hadrian wore a black, sleeveless vest that revealed his arms. He wore tan, fingerless gloves, a brown, snakeskin belt with a silver buckle, dark green pants with a scale pattern running across its surface, and tall, brown boots with two golden buckled straps at the top.

He read the letter several times, before a small smirk broke out over his face. The way Harry saw it, he was presented with two options before him. The first, was to say no to this letter. To not attend Hogwarts in any capacity, and completely ignore the magical world as a whole.

The second option was to say yes to this letter, and attend Hogwarts, learning magic, and involving himself in the magical world, as well as claim his inheritance once he turned 11, as his parents told him they wanted him to do if they died. They never told him he was a wizard though, which he would definitely be questioning them about next year.

The answer was obvious. With a smirk on his face, Harry began to write a return letter.

Dear Professor McGonagall,

First and foremost, I wish to personally thank you for sending me this letter. For nearly 6 years, strange things have happened around me during times of emotional distress, and this has answered many questions I have had concerning these strange things. Of all the things I speculated, being a Wizard was rather low on my list, so once more, I thank you.

I am also pleased to tell you that I shall definitely be attending Hogwarts this year, and most likely until I am eventually required to leave. I will ask for instructions on how I am to get to Hogwarts on the first of term however, as I have grown independent over the years, and would like to do things of my own. Of course, I mean no offence to any members of staff who take students to Hogwarts, I merely wish to take the first real step into this new world on my own, which I hope you will understand.

Once more, I thank you for this letter.

Yours sincerely,

Hadrian Sparda

With a smirk, Harry folded up the letter and slipped it in an envelope. He then pulled a single, rather large gold coin out of his back pocket and put it on the envelope. "Hermes! Think you could deliver this letter for me?" His request was answered as both the envelope and the gold coin vanished. "Thanks!" With that done, Harry grabbed the list enclosed in the envelope and began to look through it.

"Hmm...Diagon Alley?" he questioned. "It says here I will need to go to somewhere called the Leaky Cauldron...in London?" he grinned. "So easy, I'll just take a bus down there on my Birthday so I can legally accept my inheritance." With decided, Harry grabbed Yamato from the table before he headed down to the training room, eager to polish off some moves he'd developed over the years.

(Leaky Cauldron, London July 31st 1991)

Harry stepped out the bus, smirking as he walked down the street. He carried Yamato with him, of course he did, but he kept it in a large back usually used for extra clothing. He walked confidently with the sun shining down on him, as if guiding his path.

Walking into the pub, which for some reason he felt a weird inclination to walk past, he headed straight to the counter and at the bar tender. "Hello," he said as politely as he could.

The man looked down at him. "Yeah kid?"

"Know how to get into Diagon Alley?" Harry asked him.

If he was surprised, he didn't react. "New kid to pick up your stuff?" Harry nodded. "Where are your parents?"

"Dead," Harry shrugged. "I'm an orphan, only found out about the magical world at the start of the month when I got my Hogwarts letter. I lived in the area so I decided it'd be easier to learn where this place is now and buy everything alone. I know who my parents were, and they left me some gold."

The man nodded at him slowly. "Well I imagine we'll be seeing each other a fair amount then. The name's Tom, and I own this place. As for Diagon Alley, head out back to a brick wall. You tap the bricks in a certain way and it opens up to the alley. Need me to show you or can I just tell you?"

Harry thought about it for only a second, "Just tell me, saves us both time. And as they say, time is money."

Tom gave the half demon a smirk. "I think we'll get along fine kid," he then told Harry the sequence and pointed to the door that would lead him to the wall. Thanking him, Harry headed out back and followed the sequence Tom told him. He watched in mild marvel as the wall opened up, revealing a busy alley with huge amounts of people.

"Wouldn't be London if it wasn't busy," Harry laughed to himself. He began to walk down the alley, humming a soft tune as he did so. He attracted a few looks, but nobody paid him much mind. Soon enough, he came up to a large white building that said 'Gringotts: Wizard Bank'.

Stepping inside, Harry saw that it was filled with small creatures with pointed ears and hooked noses. They looked rather ugly, but who was Hadrian to judge? He walked straight up to the creature at the head of the desk. "Greetings," Harry said kindly.

The creature stopped what he was doing and looked down on him. "Greetings to you, young Wizard," he spoke in his gravelly voice. "May I ask your name and how Gringotts may serve you today?"

Harry grinned at him, "Hadrian Sparda, formerly Hadrian James Potter, here to claim my inheritance."

The creature's eyes widened before it gave him a toothed grin. "I see...very well," he called over a smaller creature, who looked at the two of them. "Please take Mr Sparda to see Potter Account Manager Ripclaw."

The smaller creature nodded and began to lead Harry away. As he did, Harry noticed a sign on the wall that said 'Gringotts. Run by Goblins since 1671.'

'So these creatures are Goblins,' Harry thought to himself as he looked them over. This was good, it meant he wouldn't need to ask them just what they were and end up sounding rude. This was a first impression, and that was key to many meetings.

Soon enough, the small Goblin and Harry arrived outside a door. The Goblin knocked twice and a grunt was heard from within. The Goblin turned to him. "Account Manager Ripclaw will see you now," he told the-boy-who-lived.

Harry nodded. "Thank you," he opened the door and walked in, greeted by the sight of another Goblin, wearing a crooked pair of glasses on his nose.

"Mr Potter," the Goblin said. "I have been waiting awhile to meet you. I am Account Manager Ripclaw," he offered his bony hand.

Without hesitation, Harry took it. "A pleasure Ripclaw," Harry told him politely. "However I do not go by the name Potter any longer. I go by the name Hadrian Sparda."

The Goblin nodded. "Of course, excellent way to be hidden," he agreed, talking as if Harry had been in hiding all this time, which technically wasn't wrong. "Now, I heard you wish to talk about your inheritance?" Ripclaw received a nod. "Well, to do so we must take an inheritance test from you, to find out everything to do with your family history, you understand I hope?"

"Of course," Harry said. "May I ask what this test requires on my part?"

Ripclaw pulled out a piece of paper and a knife and slid both forward. "It is quite simple really," Ripclaw told him. "Just cut your palm on this blade and let your blood fall onto the paper. The paper will fill itself out once enough blood makes contact with it, and once it does the wound will close on it's own.

Hearing this, Harry did just as Ripclaw told him. Cutting open his palm, he allowed his blood to drop onto the scroll. After 10 drops, the wound closed magically, and a few seconds later, words began to appear on the paper.

Inheritance Test Results

Name: Hadrian Nero Sparda (Formerly Hadrian James Potter)

Date of Birth: July 31st 1980

Mother: Lillian Elizabeth Potter nee Evans

Father: James Charles Potter

Godparents:

Sirius Orion Black (By the Godfather Ritual: Currently in Azkaban)

Amelia Vesta Bones (By the Godmother Ritual)

Heir to:

Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter (By Blood, Father)

Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell (By Blood, Father)

Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black (Named heir by Godfather due to infertility)

Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Gryffindor (By Blood, Father)

Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Ravenclaw (By Blood, Mother)

Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Hufflepuff (By Blood, Mother)

Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Slytherin (By right of conquest)

Most Ancient House of Gaunt (By right of conquest)

Founding House of Emrys (By Magic)

Founding House of Pendragon (By Magic)

Founding House of Sparda (By Blood, Father)

Magic:

Eidetic Memory

Natural Occulumency

Natural Legillimency

Natural Animagus

Full Metamorphmagus

Parselmouth

Dark Magic

Light Magic

Healing Magic

Affinities:

Charms

Potions

Dark Arts

Curses

Runes

Arithmacy

Transfiguration

Other Information:

Marriage Contract between Hadrian Nero Sparda and Daphne Sarah Greengrass (Made by James Potter and Cyrus Greengrass)

Marriage Contract between Hadrian Nero Sparda and Tracey Alicia Davis (Made by James Potter and Philip Davis)

Marriage Contract between Hadrian Nero Sparda and Luna Alexia Lovegood (Made by James Potter and Xenophilius Lovegood)

Marriage Contract between Hadrian Nero Sparda and Susan Selena Bones (Made by Lillian Potter and Jasmine Bones)

Marriage Contract between Hadrian Nero Sparda and Gabrielle Louise Delacour (Made by Ignotus Peverell and Nouvelle Delacour)

Marriage Contract between Hadrian Nero Sparda and Astroia Lillian Greengrass (Made by Sirius Black and Cyrus Greengrass)

Marriage Contract between Harry James Potter and Ginerva Molly Weasley (Made by A.P.W.B.D and Molly Weasley)

Harry's eyes near bugged out of his skull at all the information. He had so many questions to ask, but one thing was the most pressing question. "These marriage contracts," he spoke. "All of them say 'Hadrian Nero Sparda' except for one, which says Harry James Potter. Does that mean that because it isn't my name, the contract is invalid?"

Ripclaw gave Harry a toothy grin. "Very good Mr Sparda-"

"Harry please."

"-Harry then. You are of course correct, magic requires the correct names in order for the contracts to be binding. Originally, all these contracts besides the one between Ignotus and Nouvelle had the name 'Hadrian James Potter' however as your name was changed in the muggle world, it appears to have been accepted by magic, and the contracts were adjusted accordingly. However, the last contract on the list is not valid because the man who signed it is not your magical guardian, as he claims to be," the goblin's grin grew wider if possible. "Which means his attempt at making the contract is completely invalid, and in fact against the law."

Soon enough, Harry was matching the goblin's grin. "I'll have to make sure to let this slip at some point," he noted, before he grew serious. "I'll accept all these contracts, don't really have much of a choice, but let me ask about all the houses I am the 'heir' to, if you please."

Ripclaw nodded, "By all means."

"Potter, Peverell, Black, and Sparda, I understand," the half demon told him. "But the rest of them confuse me. What does it mean 'right of conquest'? I have not conquered anybody. Also, how is it I am heir to two bloodlines through my mother? To the best of my knowledge, my mother was born to non-magical parents. And what does it mean 'by magic'?"

The Goblin nodded. "Fair questions Harry, which I shall do my best to answer each one. Right of conquest means you defeated the wizard holding those titles, and they now belong to you. You must not know if you are confused, but on Halloween 1981, a dark wizard we refer to as 'he-who-must-not-be-named' came to your doorstep and killed your parents, and attempted to kill you. However, instead he perished when he fired the killing curse at you. Magic recognized this as conquest, and the titles became yours since he was killed.

"Onto your next question, your mother was not muggleborn. Rather, she came from a long line of squibs. At some point, a Hufflepuff descendant who was a squib must have married a Ravenclaw descendant who was also a squib, meaning your mother came from two powerful bloodlines as a result of this," Ripclaw told Harry, who nodded.

"That makes sense," Harry agreed. "However, you have yet to explain what 'by magic' means."

"And I shall tell you right now," Ripclaw promised. "Contrary to some beliefs, magic is not something that resides in each wizard and lets them perform feats. Magic is a living and breathing being who exists, and can make choices. When it says 'by magic' it means that magic itself has decided you are suitable to continue the bloodlines. Though I will admit, never before has magic named someone an heir to a founding house before."

Harry nodded slowly at his answer. "I see..." he took a breath, this was all going very fast, and yet it excited him. "As an heir, I assume at some point I must take up a Lordship. Is there a way to do it right now?"

"Indeed there is," Ripclaw grinned. "You see, as written by magical law, at the age of 11 you are able to take up your Lordship if A) you have no living direct magical relatives or B) the current Lord of your house passes it down to you. Seeing as you fall under the first category, you are able to claim your Lordship right now. The only Lordship you cannot claim is Lordship over House Black, as that belongs to your Godfather, who is in Azkaban. Of course, you shall need to wear your Head of House rings."

"What is Azkaban?"

"Azkaban is Wizard Prison," Ripclaw told Harry. "Think of the Wizarding equivalent of Alcatraz."

The silver haired demon grimaced. Not a good thought. "And why exactly is he in there?"

"For betraying your parents to you-know-who," Ripclaw informed him. "However, with this inheritance test we know that isn't true."

"Oh?" Harry's eyebrow rose. "And why is that?"

Ripclaw frowned at how misinformed Harry was about their world. Just who had raised him? "The godparent ritual is an ancient ritual used to make someone a godparent. With it, Sirius could not have betrayed your family. If he ever even thought of hurting you then he would drop to the ground dead."

Harry nearly growled at this. So his godfather was framed? He'd sort this out quick soon enough, after a few words with God that is. "I will sort that out when I can. Is there a way to...fuse the rings?"

"Yes," Ripclaw said. "By your will, once you are a lord, it is possible to fuse all the rings into one, or only fuse certain rings together. I myself would recommend fusing the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin rings together, fusing the rings from the founding houses together, and fusing the rest of the rings together."

Taking a breath, Harry looked at Ripclaw and nodded, "Very well. Let's get this done, quickly please. Time is money, and I have a lot of it to spend."

Ripclaw grinned at Harry. He snapped his fingers and 10 boxes appeared in front of them. Opening them each, a ring was settled in each one. He pushed them all forwards. "Do you, Hadrian Nero Sparda, take up your Lordship as Lord of House Potter, Peverell, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Gaunt, Emrys, Pendragon, and Sparda?"

He looked over the rings once before he sighed and spoke with determination. "I do," he reached out to each ring and picked it up. And each time he did, he felt power surge through him. By the time he picked up the Sparda ring, his entire body was pulsing with power, and damn did it feel amazing. But he didn't let it go to his head, he kept calm and within a few minutes, the power had settled down. Looking at the rings, he followed Ripclaw's recommendations and merged the rings as he stated. He then slipped all three onto his right hand. The founding ring went onto his index finger, the Hogwarts ring went onto his middle finger, and the other ring went onto his ring finger. "Is there anything else I should be made aware of?"

"Yes," Ripclaw nodded. "As you are now Lord Sparda-Potter-Perverell-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff-Slytherin-Gaunt-Emrys-Pendragon, you now officially own Hogwarts."

That made a smirk spread on his face. He owned his school? Awesome. "Let's just shorten that to Lord Sparda eh? Also, is there a way I can get a credit card of some kind to spend my money instead of taking it out by coming here so often?

Once more, Ripclaw grinned, "It is usually reserved for our important clients, but now being the Lord of 10 houses, I believe you qualify." Pushing forward a piece of plastic, he gestured towards the knife, that had lain forgotten after Harry cut his palm for the inheritance test. "I will need a few drops of your blood on the plastic, and it shall turn into a card that you can spend money with. When using it, you'll have to tell them which vault you want them to take the money out of. Would you like a summary of all the money you have now?"

Harry shook his head. "Later," he told Ripclaw. "Send me an account statement for me over August. Address it to my name and it shall get to me," he promised. He pricked his finger with the knife and let 3 drops of blood fall on the plastic, which changed into a jet black credit card. He put the knife down and pocketed the card. "For now, I shall use the Potter Vault for my shopping today."

Ripclaw nodded, "A wise decision Harry," he told the demon. The two stood and Ripclaw offered his hand. "Farewell Lord Sparda, and may your vaults overflow with gold."

Taking his hand, Harry smirked. "Farewell Account Manager Ripclaw, and may the heads of your enemies roll down at your feet," Harry said it as a small inside joke, since Yamato could do that with ease, but he was surprised that Ripclaw looked rather impressed with him. He planned to say those words to goblins when saying goodbye if that was the case.

Thanking Ripclaw one more time, Harry left the bank, heading back out into the busy streets of Diagon Alley. Grabbing his list, Harry looked it over. "Let's see..." he hummed. "I suppose my first stop will be to get my wand," he decided. However, the list didn't say where he could get his wand.

Taking a chance, Harry walked up to a random person. "Excuse me," he said politely and they turned to him. The person in question turned to him. It was a man with pale blonde hair, and blue-grey eyes. He was dressed in fancy robes, which led Harry to believe he was someone important. "I am a first year at Hogwarts," he told the man as calmly as he could. "My parents were both magical, however died a year after my birth. As such, I have lived alone and came to the alley by myself. The list says a wand, however does not tell me a place where I can receive one. I was hoping you could help me."

The man nodded at him. "I see. Very well, I was just about to take my daughter to get her wand once we finished up here," the man offered his hand. "Cyrus Greengrass."

Harry's eyes widened and he grinned as he took Cyrus hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Lord Greengrass," Harry told him, surprising himself at the 'Lord' title. Perhaps it was the rings. "My name is Hadrian Nero Sparda, formerly Hadrian James Potter. I believe I am engaged to both of your daughters."

Cyrus eyes widened as he realized he was staring at the boy-who-lived, and one day his son-in-law. Unbidden, a small smile came onto Cyrus face at seeing the son of his two friends. "And it is a pleasure to finally meet you, Hadrian," Cyrus told him.

"Just Harry, please. Can I ask why you are waiting out here?" Harry asked curiously.

Cyrus glanced to the store before looking at Harry, "Women and shopping."

Harry visibly shivered. He remembered when Petunia wanted to go clothes shopping with Vernon, and Harry was forced to come and carry everything. Who knew women could buy so much? "A wise choice..."

Daphne Greengrass couldn't believe she was going to Hogwarts. She'd waited her whole life to be able to go, and now she was going to. Plus, Harry Potter would be going as well- who she was betrothed too! She was so excited that Daphne hadn't bothered putting on her Ice Queen persona that day and happily walked with her parents through Diagon Alley to buy all her Hogwarts things.

Once they got to the clothing store, her father said he would wait outside for them. Daphne's mother- Sarah- rolled her eyes at her husbands antics before taking Daphne into her store and getting her measures for her Hogwarts robes. Once they were done, the two spent the next 20 minutes browsing through the store to decide what other clothes they should get for Daphne. They found a good selection, and soon ordered more clothes. They were then told to come back in about an hour for the clothes.

However, that's when things got strange. Once she left the store, her mother staying behind to order a few things for herself, Daphne saw her father conversing with a young boy who looked to be about her age, though his appearance made her blush. He was a pretty good height, and his smile was very charming. His clothing wasn't bad either, making him look like a young lord. And the way his silver hair was brushed back made her want to run her hands through it. However what really caught her attention were his eyes. The left one was emerald green, while the right one was light blue.

"So," the boy was saying to her father. "I was cornered. The guy had a knife and clearly wasn't going to let me escape, so I was left with a choice. He killed me or I killed him. I went with the latter. I grabbed my sword, and sliced through his neck so fast, it looked like nothing happened to him. But once I sheathed the weapon, his eyes widened and his head slowly fell to the ground along with his body."

"Remarkable," her father said, as if he believed the story. "May I see the weapon that you did it with?"

The boy nodded. "Of course, but I suggest you don't touch it. It is very...angry when touched by someone besides me," the boy reached into his bag and slowly pulled out a sheathed weapon. He grabbed the hilt and every so slowly began to draw it. Daphne's eyes were glued to the weapon, in awe. The blade was beautiful, reflecting the light perfectly. It looked absolutely gorgeous, no matter the angle.

"Amazing..." Cyrus whispered. "Does it have a name?"

He received a nod in return, "Yamato. It was owned by my ancestor long before me, gifted to him by his father before his passing. It was lost long ago, but it was gifted to me by the man who saved me from my muggle relatives, and I have never parted with it since."

Cyrus nodded, and opened his mouth to ask more, before he saw Daphne. "We shall have to discuss the story later, Lord Sparda," Cyrus told him. "For now, allow me to introduce you to my daughter. Daphne, come here please."

Daphne nodded, her eyes still glued to the weapon, and she very nearly pouted when the boy sheathed the blade and put it away. "Yes father?"

Cyrus smiled, "Daphne, I want you to meet this boy. He claimed his Lordship earlier today as his parents and magical relatives are all deceased. I believe he can introduce himself."

Nodding, the boy offered his hand, "Hello Heir Greengrass," he said to her, though his eyes seemed to widen in surprise at his own words. "My name is Hadrian Nero Sparda, but please call me Harry. It is a pleasure to meet you."

The blonde took the boy's hand and shook it. "A pleasure, Lord Sparda," she replied. "May I ask why you were conversing with my father?"

Harry nodded. "But of course," he told her. "You see, I was raised by Muggle relatives, and so I am rather naive about this world, only claiming my Lordship by chance. And I decided I would start things off in the Alley by buying my wand. However, I did not know where I would go to receive my wand, so I walked to your father and asked him where I would go about getting a wand. He told me that they would be going to get your wand once you were done with your clothes shopping, so we decided to converse as we waited for you."

Daphne nodded, before she noticed something faint on Harry's forehead. Blinking, she took a step closer and squinted her eyes to get a better look, before she gasped. It was very faint, hardly visible, but it was there. A scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. "Your-!" she was about to exclaim but Harry quickly covered her mouth.

"I'm trying to keep a low key," he whispered to her. "I don't want anybody to know who I am just yet, I'm not looking forward to fame at all. But yes, I'm Harry Potter, though legally it is Hadrian Sparda, and I am your husband to be. Now can I trust you to be quiet about this?"

The girl blushed before nodding. Harry removed his hand, and Daphne sighed in relief. "Sorry," she told him, but Harry waved it off.

"It's fine. No harm, no foul," at their confused looks he elaborated. "Muggle saying. It means if there's no damage done, no blame is placed."

The two nodded as Sarah walked out the building, smiling as she walked to her family, before looking at Harry questioningly. "I'll explain on the way to the Wand Shop," Cyrus promised his wife. He turned to his daughter and one day son-in-law. "Come along now."

To his credit, Harry didn't so much as bat an eyelid as the four of them walked out of Diagon Alley into another place, a lot darker and more mysterious. Harry saw a brief sign that read 'Knockturn Alley'. It wasn't hard to assume what kind of place this was based on it's looks.

Cyrus led them all through the Alley, and while the 4 got a few glances, nobody actually went up to them and did anything. Soon enough, they arrived at a small shop, which Harry safely assumed was a wand shop. It had no name on it, which Harry didn't question. The four walked in and Cyrus called out. "Rob!"

A man popped out from behind somewhere. His skin was tanned, and his hair was black. His brown eyes glinted. "Ah, Cyrus!" he greeted as he walked over. "Here to get Daphne a wand made are we?"

He nodded, "Yes, and we've brought another Hogwarts starter to get a custom wand too."

At this point, Harry stepped forwards and offered his hand. "Hadrian Nero Sparda, Lord of the Founding House of Sparda," he introduced himself to Rob. This made Cyrus, his wife, and Daphne look at him in surprise.

Rob's eyes widened before he grinned and shake Harry's hand. "The pleasure is all mine young lord!" he told him. "Now, let's get you and Miss Greengrass some wands, eh? If you will all follow me to the back!" he turned and headed to the back, with the four of them following.

Once they were there, Rob turned to them. "Which of you two would like to go first?"

"I think Harry should," Daphne told Rob. "While I'm interested for my own wand, I'm dying to see how the wand of the lord of a Founding House will turn out."

The wandmaker grinned. "Well Lord Sparda? Fancy getting a wand?"

The demon chuckled. "I'm not being left with much choice, am I?" he asked rhetorically. Rob laughed loudly as he presented harry with several different kinds of wood. "What am I expected to do?"

"It's nothing too much really," Rob told him. "Just pass your hand over each of these woods. Your magic shall 'pull' you to the one that is most in tune with you. It's possible to have multiple woods as well."

Harry nodded, and held his hand over the woods before he began to pass his hand over them one by one. Finally, he felt a particularly strong pull towards three of the woods. Picking them up, he offered them to Rob, who looked surprised before he grinned.

"Well, well," Rob spoke. "You are most interesting Lord Sparda. Yew, also known as the Tree of Life, or the Tree of Eternity. It symbolizes immortality, rebirth, protection, longevity, change, divinity, and strength. And then the second wood, Elder, which symbolizes judgement; transformation; death and regeneration; fate; and the inevitable. And then finally, Willow to balance it all, as it symbolizes Resonance and Harmony. I think it is safe to say this wand may very well be the most powerful wand I have ever crafted, Lord Sparda."

The three Grengrasses stared at Harry, making him feel uncomfortable, before Rob set the woods aside and put several different objects down in front of Harry. "Now for your wand's core," he told him. "It works the same as the wood, just hold your hand over them and choose the ones that you feel the greatest pull too."

Holding his hand over the objects, Harry slowly began to hold his hand over each one. By the end, he had found 3 of them that gave strong pulls to him. Picking them up, he handed them to Rob, who laughed heartily again.

"Oh Lord Sparda, this is amazing!" he said gleefully. "First, a phoenix feather from a royal phoenix, the ultimate symbol of light, willingly given. Then we have basilisk venom, forcefully taken, as the ultimate symbol of dark! And then, to tie it all together, we have Nundu heart string, willingly given, to balance the two cores and blend them all in harmony! I dare say Lord Sparda, your wand shall be the most powerful one known to man!"

Everyone was silent as Rob set the cores to the side. "If you will provide a few drops of your blood to act as a binding agent for the wand, Lord Sparda," he placed a small vial in front of harry, along with a knife.

"This seems to be happening a lot today," he mumbled as he slit his finger and poured his blood into the tiny vial, before the wound sealed up as if it had never existed.

Rob took the vial, "Excellent." He placed the vial next to the cores and woods to be used for Harry's wand. "Now, let's find out what Miss Greengrass' wand shall be like, hm? I shall make the both of them together to save time."

They all nodded, and Daphne stepped forwards. Following the same instructions Harry did, she held her hand over the wands, before she picked up a single wood and handed it to Rob.

"Hmm," he hummed in thought as he turned the wood over in his hands. "Beech wood, the symbol of learning; knowledge; understanding; sustenance; and preservation. A very good wood to use." He set it down and gestured to the cores.

Once more following the same instructions, Daphne held her hand over the woods and tried to get a feel for them. She picked up two cores and handed them to Rob, who grinned.

"Oh yes," he smiled. "Very good indeed. Unicorn heart string, a symbol of purity and light, along with threstral heart string, symbols of taint on the soul and death. Your wand shall also be very interesting to make Miss Greengrass. Like Lord Sparda, I shall require a few drops of blood to act as a binding agent for the wand."

Nodding, Daphne pricked her finger and let a few drops of blood fall into a vial put in front of her. Once it was filled and the wound closed, Rob took the vial and set it with Daphne's cores and wood.

"Time to get crafting!" Rob grinned. "I'd suggest you all go and do some other things while I'm crafting. It will take me about 2 hours to make both of these wands."

Cyrus nodded, before leading everyone out of the store. "Well, I think we should head to Flourish and Blotts to get your boo-"

"I think we should head to Madam Malkins to get Harry measured for his robes, then head to Blotts," Daphne told her father. It made a fair amount of sense actually. Once Harry was measured and ordered his robes, they'd get their books from Blotts, and by the time they got back all of their clothing would be done.

"Alright Daph," Sarah smiled at her daughter. "Come on you lot, off we go!"

Getting measured was rather boring for Harry. He just stood there while he measurements was taken, and he asked for the standard Hogwarts robe. He almost ran out the store in fear when Daphne suggested they buy Harry some more clothes, but he held it in and politely refused.

After getting measured, the group then began to walk to Flourish and Blotts to get their books. As they did, Harry asked a question. "Excuse me, Cyrus?"

"Yes Harry?" Cyrus looked at him.

"I believe you have another daughter if I am not mistaken. Astroia Greengrass? Why is she not here with us?" he asked Cyrus.

The three of them were surprised by the question. "Before I tell you, may I ask how you know about my daughter and why you want to know?"

Harry shrugged, seeing no harm in it. "Apparently, you signed a contract with my Godfather by right of the Godfather ritual, Sirius Black, where that his heir would marry Astroia. However Sirius is infertile, so he named me his heir, which means I'm betrothed to Astroia, as well as Daphne."

At the words 'godfather ritual' and 'Sirius Black' Cyrus, Sarah, and Daphne all froze in shock. Cyrus quickly recovered however. "Yes, that is true...to answer your question, Astroia is being taken care of by my parents, since she didn't want to possibly ruin Daphne's shopping mood today. Tell me Harry...just how many betrothal contracts do you have?"

Harry chuckled a little nervously. "I'm involved in six, three signed by my dad to Luna Lovegood, Tracey Davis, and Daphne, one signed by my mother to Susan Bones, one signed by my ancestor, Ignotus Peverell to a girl called Gabrielle Delacour, and one signed by Sirius to your second daughter, Astroia. I was actually also meant to be involved in another contract signed by some guy with the initials A.P.W.B.D, however he didn't use my official name, so the contract is invalid and non-binding to me, especially since he isn't my magical guardian anyway. According to what I know, since Sirius is in Azkaban, my magical guardianship falls to a woman called Amelia Bones."

Cyrus looked like he was getting very angry at Harry's words after he mentioned the non-binding magical contract, but he soon calmed himself. "I see...don't worry Harry, I'll have this all sorted out," he promised. "Before your first year at Hogwarts is over, I'll be sure that your godfather is freed, and your living with your rightful godparents. Anyway..." he chuckled and pat Harry on the back. "I think you'll need a lot of luck on your side. One betrothal contract is enough, but you have six! And on top of that you need to take a wife for EACH house you are now the head of, meaning you still have to take another four wives...actually five, since your contract with Astroia is for the Black Family."

Harry quickly paled rapidly. His dad had whispered quietly to him on a visit when his mum wasn't there about how having one wife was a nightmare sometimes. And Harry was going to have to marry five more? He wanted to faint.

Daphne, on the other hand, was torn. On the one hand, she was happy that Harry was going to marry her, but on the other hand she wasn't looking forward to sharing him with so many girls. At least god seemed to be somewhat merciful to her, as Harry was also going to be marrying her best friend, Tracey Davis. That meant some day she and Tracey would live under the same roof, which was good. She heard sometimes friends drifted apart as they grew older, but this way she and Tracey would always be together.

Lord Greengrass chuckled at the look on Harry's face. "Oh calm down," he told him. "Marriage is still a long way off, and you have plenty of time to find 5 more wives, so stop worrying about it."

Taking a breath, the half demon nodded. "I'll keep that in mind," he promised as they arrived at Flourish and Blotts. "For now though, I guess we should grab all our books, yeah?"

They all nodded, and went into the store. And in the store Harry and Daphne found something they had in common: they both loved to read. The two were at the store reading through books for a full hour, discussing some of what they'd read, and Daphne's parents had to physically drag them out the store once they'd paid for all of their books.

"Honestly," Cyrus huffed. "If you weren't so sly and crafty Daph, I'd pin you for a Ravenclaw!"

Daphne blushed, though Harry didn't really understand what he meant. He figured he'd find out later, since Ravenclaw was one of the houses he was the lord of. Once they had their books, they then went about going to all the other stores to buy their things. Within an hour, the only things they had left to do was pick up their wands and then get a pet to take to Hogwarts.

"Alright you two," Sarah looked to the two. "Wand or pet fir-"

"Wand!" Harry and Daphne told her as one, eliciting a giggle from Sarah.

"Wand it is," Cyrus said in amusement. The group of four returned to Knockturn Alley, and headed straight to the wand shop with no name. As soon as they walked in, Rob was grinning at them, and he had two boxes in front of them.

"Welcome!" the wand maker said to them. "Good timing! I just finished polishing and putting the wands away! Would you like to see them?" He received two nods. "Then come on, step forward! If young Lord Sparda would like to go first"? he slid a box forwards.

Harry stepped towards Rob and slowly opened the box, before he gasped at the sight of the wand. It was, in a word, beautiful. Grooves were etched into it, tracing down, as all three woods used for it spiralled up the wand. He reached out and grabbed it by the handle, and he felt power surge throughout his entire being. He felt as if he could take on the world!

Rob grinned at Harry. "Oh yes, full compatibility as it should be," he spoke up. "12 1/4 inches, perfectly balanced. Your wand is suitable for all forms of magic, young lord, and I expect you to treat it well."

"Do you have some kind of wand polishing kit and holster?" Harry asked, and by Rob's grin that was the right question to ask.

"Indeed I do, but let's have Miss Greengrass receive her wand before I go get that," he slid another box forward as Daphne took the lid off of her box, staring at the beauty that was her own wand. She picked it up, and shivered as she felt amazing power surge through her being. "Your wand, young Miss Greengrass, is 12 inches precisely, nice and supple. Your wand is most suitable for Transfiguration and Charms. And just as young Lord Sparda, I trust you to take very good care of it. I should also inform you that both of your wands do not have the trace on them, Lord Sparda being an emancipated lord, and Miss Greengrass parents requesting as such."

After saying that, Rob headed to the back and came back a few minute later with two holsters and two wand polishing kits, "The holsters are made from the scales of a Welsh Greenback. With the wand, holster, and polishing kit, the payment for each of you comes to 1050 galleons."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the amount, but didn't really find it so strange. Cyrus gave Rob the money for his daughter, and Harry stepped forward pulling out his new credit card. He handed it to Rob, "Take the money from the Potter Vaults. And take another 100 galleons as a tip."

Rob's eyes widened at this information and he opened his mouth, before he closed it and nodded, doing as Harry requested before he handed the card back to him and grinned. "Most interesting Lord Sparda...or is it Lord Potter?"

"Sparda," he told Rob. "Potter is my former name, despite it being one of my titles." Harry slid on his holster and put his wand in it before picking up his polishing kit, Daphne doing the same. "Thank you Rob. You may be seeing me again in the near future. It never hurts to have more than one wand, no?"

The wand maker grinned, "I believe we are going to get along just fine, Lord Sparda. I eagerly await your next visit."

The group of 4 left the wand shop, and Cyrus smiled at the two children. "Well, we have one more stop," he told them. "We're going to go and buy you pets for Hogwarts."

Daphne grinned. She'd always wanted her own owl, but knew she'd have to wait 'till Hogwarts to get one.

"Question," Harry spoke up. "Are we only allowed to bring the animals on the list? Or can we bring other animals?"

Cyrus shrugged, "Hogwarts is pretty lenient, as long as your pet is tame, they'll allow you to bring it." With that said, the group headed to the largest pet store in Diagon Alley. They headed here rather than a specific one, since the larger ones held animals of all kinds, so your options were less limited.

They walked in, and Daphne immediately began to look around, her parents following her. Harry did the same too, though he kept away from the owls. Honestly, why would he want a nocturnal animal? He didn't care of he was half demon, the worst things came out at night, and he knew it!

About 5 minutes later, Harry felt a pull on his magic, and his demonic aura. He looked torn between which one to go to first. He decided to follow the call of his demonic aura first, and soon ended up at a snake in a cage. Nobody was in the area, probably afraid of the snake, he crouched down and looked at it, determining this was one of the most venomous snakes on the planet: the inland taipan.

The snake looked up at Harry and hissed angrily, §Are you yet another human here to laugh at my misfortune?!§

§No, great serpent.§ Harry hissed in response, surprising the snake. §I am a half demon, and as I looked around this store I felt my demonic aura calling me to you. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hadrian Nero Sparda, but you may call me Harry. May I ask your name?§

§A speaker!§ the inland taipan hissed with delight. §It is an honour to speak with you! Yes, my name is Balthazar! I plead of you speaker to purchase me from this place and take me as a familiar! Do so, and I shall follow your every order, no matter what it is!§

Harry grinned. He was going to like this snake. §Consider it done Balthazar. But now I must follow the call of my magic to another animal.§ Harry picked up the cage and began to follow the pull of his magic. When he arrived, he was most surprised at what he sound. It was a light blue egg with strange carvings in it.

§The egg of a Phoenix!§ Balthazar hissed. §Truly Harry, you have the greatest luck I have ever seen§ Take the egg, it is to be my fellow familiar!§

Nodding, Harry grabbed the egg, and immediately felt a great warmth run through him. He could feel the egg was wanting to hatch. "Not yet," he told it. "After I have purchased you, feel free to do so." The egg's warmth faded, but he could feel understanding from it. He lifted it up and headed to the counter, putting both Balthazar and the egg on the cage. "I want to buy these please."

The cashier looked up and briefly looked panicked, before he calmed. "Ain't no way you can afford those brat," he sneered at Harry. "Though I'll humour you I guess. The total price for the snake and the egg is 20,000 Galleons."

"Done," Harry shrugged. "Can I get some mice for my snake too?" he slid his card forward. "Take it out the Potter Vault."

The man's eyes widened, "You're-!"

Harry clamped a hand over the man's mouth. "Yes," he whispered. "I am. But I want to keep my return to the wizarding world a secret until I start Hogwarts. I'm sure you understand, there were many supporters out there of you-know-who that would love to make me suffer for destroying their master."

The cashier quickly nodded and grabbed Harry a lot of dead mice for the snake, before he took the amount of money required out of Harry's vault, then handed it all to him. "Thank you for your purchase."

Harry nodded and backed away as he picked up the egg. He saw Daphne and the other's walking over with a brown owl. "I'll wait outside," he told them. They nodded, casting a strange look at his egg before Harry headed outside. Once he was, he whispered softly to his egg. "It's okay, you can hatch now."

Immediately, warmth filled the egg before it cracked and a small creature popped out, cooing softly. Harry felt another pull on his magic, and he felt mildly confused at this. However he followed the feeling, and unknowingly made a familiar bond with his new phoenix. It cooed as the egg shattered and it grew up until it was now a brilliant, white phoenix that flew up to Harry's shoulder, nudging him softly in happiness.

"Hey there buddy," Harry smiled. "Guess I should give you a name huh? How do you like...Hedwig?" the now named Hedwig cooed happily at the name. "Great to meet you then, Hedwig!"

"My word!" Harry heard Cyrus voice say from behind them. He turned around, and soon noticed everybody, in the store and in the alley, was looking at him with a gob smacked expression.

All Harry could do was grin as Balthazar hissed with laughter. All Hedwig did was continue to nudge Harry, cooing happily at finally finding her master. "What?" Harry asked them. "Never seen a guy buy a phoenix egg before?"