Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stones- with Newt

A/N: Ok so, this is my first time writing a fanfiction. I really enjoyed both Harry Potter movies and books, and I also enjoyed Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them movie. This fic started out as an idea, what if Newt Scamander went to Hogwarts with Harry, and Rolf Scamander was not his grandson but his grandfather and the guy who went through events in FBWFT. I gave this a lot of thought it it will follow the canon pretty closely, with some twists and changes. Anyway, enjoy! BTW, the first few chapters are going to be pretty similar to the book, so bear with me. Newt will appear in about chapter 4 or 5.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or FBWFT. If I did, I would be living in a mansion in Malibu.

Chapter 1: The Boy Who lived

Mr and Mrs Dursley of number Four Privet drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal. They hated anything they declared to be "Unusual" and they were trapped in their little imaginary world, where they were the most perfect people in the world. To them, their son Dudley Dursley, was the perfect paragon of a perfect child.

Dursley's, however, had a secret, which happens to be Mrs Dursley's sister's family. If anyone asked Mrs Dursley if she had a sister, she would either deny her existence or walk away in a very rude manner. People who knew Mrs Dursley's sister and her family would gladly talk about what a good people they are, and yet to the Dursleys, they were the most unlikable people in the world.

That was the reason the Dursley's refused to contact the Potter's for many years, shuddering at the very thought of mixing with "her kind".

On one Halloween morning, Mr Dursley woke up to start a day and go off to his work at The Grunnings, a drill manufacturing company. While he prepared to go to work, his wife was feeding his son, who was screaming and throwing everything in his sight against the wall.

"Vernon darling, our babies such a good thrower. Maybe he will be an athlete one day!" Mrs Dursley said with an teary eye.

"He sure will, Petunia! He sure will. Whatever he does, he will become an important member of the society, like his father!" Mr Dursley announced.

While he backed out his car to the drive, he noticed something rather peculiar. A grey tabby cat was reading, or at least doing what he thought was reading the map. But he quickly dismissed the idea, since cats can't read, or can they?

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Mr Dursley drove to his work and on his way, and noticed some strange things.

Firstly, he saw owls, heaps and heaps of owls. Mr Dursley frowned, as he hadn't seen an owl since his elementary school trip to the Zoo, which happened more than decades ago.

He also noticed people were wearing cloaks. Cloaks, he snorted, who in their right mind would wear those? "

Probably one of those ridiculous trends among the youngsters." He thought but when he saw people who were his age and even people who were older than him wear cloak, he couldn't help but wondered. Then he realized it was Halloween.

"Halloween." He sneered. Vernon Dursley, hated Halloween. He thought it was ridiculous people dressing up in some weird costume as ghosts and wiz… Mr Dursley abruptly stopped his car. Slapped his hands in his mouth. He nearly said that word. The dreaded word that he and his wife mutually agreed to never say. This day was not going as he planned.

He had a better day at work. He yelled at every subordinate employee for trivial matter, made important phone calls and yelled at more people.

He did that until lunch time, where he walked across the road to get himself some food. On his way back to his office he overheard the group of cloaked people whispering to each other.

"-you heard about You-Know-Who?-

"Yes, and how Potter boy Harry lived….

Vernon stopped dead. Did they just say Potter? Surely he heard wrong. Potter is common name. So is Harry. There probably is million Harry Potter in the world. No he didn't have a nephew named Harry. It was probably something else, Hugo or was it Hector?

Vernon kept walking without looking until he bumped into a small man, who stumbled and almost falled. Vernon gruffly said "Sorry.",
although his tone clearly implied he was not.

But instead of being angry, the man broke into a wide smile. "Do not be sorry good sir! Rejoice! For the time of peace has came and You know who has gone! Even muggles like you should celebrate!" then the man gave him a tight hug and walked off.

Vernon frowned. Muggle, he could swore he heard that term before. But he shrugged off and returned to his work. He quickly finished his work and drove to his home. To his surprise, he saw the same tabby cat from the morning.

He tried to shoo it away, but the cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Vernon went inside home, muttering something about calling the animal control.

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Unlike her husband, Petunia Dursley had a good day. She told her husband how she had been gossiping all day about everyone, and told her husband how Dudley threw rocks at some people, and claimed that this showed he was going to grow up as a healthy big boy.

Vernon nervously cleared his throat and asked, "Er.. Petunia? Did you hear anything about your sister recently?" Petunia scowled immediately.

"No." she snapped. "Why?".

"Oh, just you know, freaky stuff going on. Today. Maybe something to do with her kind?" Vernon nervously asked.

"Why should I care?" Petunia sniffed.

"Yeah, I know you shouldn't. But, did they have a son? About Dudders age? Hector was it?" Vernon asked, hoping, praying he was wrong.

"Harry. Nasty, poorly absurd name.", she spat as if Harry, was a swear word.

"Oh yeah. Sure…" Mr Dursley felt his heart sank.

For the rest of the day, he didn't even utter the word Potter. When he was about to go to bed, he looked out the window, hoping that the cat might be gone. He was dismayed to see the cat, still there in the same position. He couldn't sleep well that night. Only when he made himself believe that the Potter's won't affect him anyway, he started to sleep. But he was very wrong.

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In the middle of the night, a strange man appeared out of nowhere. He was tall, very old and had a long silver beard . He was wearing a long purple cloak and a buckled boots. His blue eyes were bright and twinkling and was behind a half moon glasses. That man was Albus Dumbledore.

He looked around the Privet drive as if he was looking for something, and he stopped when he saw the tabby cat. He chuckled and pulled out a strange device from his cloak. He flicked the switch and the light from nearby lamp disappeared. He continued until there was no more lights in the privet drive.

Then, he walked up to the tabby cat and said "Good evening, Professor McGonagall." In front of him, there was no longer a cat, but a stern looking woman, who was wearing an emerald cloak.

"How did you know it was me, Albus?" She asked.

"In my life, I have seen numerous cats, but not even one of them, were as stiff as you!".

"Well, anyone would be stiff if they had been sitting on brick all day." she muttered.

"Why aren't you celebrating? I passed on dozens of celebration today, you know.". Professor Dumbledore asked.

Professor McGonagall scowled. "Partying is good. Especially after all these years. But people have no respect to statue of secrecy! I tell you, we could have broken the statue of secrecy. If You-Know-Who…"

"My dear Professor. Surely after all those years I have asked you to call him by his name, you would be sensible enough to call to him by his real name Voldemort."

Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore causally unwrapped a lemon drop, a muggle sweet he became fond of, and popped it into his mouth.

"Not everyone was feared by You-Know… fine! Voldemort, Albus."

"Voldemort had powers I will never have." Dumbledore pointed out.

Professor McGonagall said "Only because you are to noble to use them.".

"It's lucky it's dark. Otherwise, you would have saw me blush. Why, I haven't blushed this much since Madam Pomfrey complimented about my earmuff."

Professor McGonagall wisely ignored to respond to that statement. It was getting rather clear that at this rate, she was never going to be able to discuss the point she wanted to. So she decided to go blunt and asked. "The owls are delivering news all over the country. Do you know anything about it? About what finally stopped him?"

Dumbledore did not respond. So Professor McGonagall carried on. "The rumors are that Voldemort showed up at the Godric's Hollow. He went to the Potters, and the rumor is that he killed... James and Lily Potter."

McGonagall looked at Dumbledore, hoping that he would say the last part was just a rumor.

Dumbledore just bowed his head and McGonagall covered her mouth with her hand. "So it was true… James and Lily… Oh how I prayed that it was not true..."

Dumbledore patted her on the pack. "I know Minerva. I wished it wasn't true." He sighed.

"But there's more. They say how he tried to kill young Harry. But somehow failed. Somehow the young boy caused Voldemort's power to stop and caused him to disappear." Dumbledore nodded.

"It was true? After so many people have perished in an attempt to do the same, and yet a mere 1 year old boy managed to do so? How Albus? And how did he survive?"

"There are many theories, which non can be proven. We may never know Minerva."

McGonagall just dabbed her eyes while Dumbledore checked his watch. "Hagrid is late. He was suppose to bring Harry here."

Professor McGonagall asked, "And are you now tell me why you're here?"

"I've come to bring Harry to his relatives. They are only families he have."

"Surely, Albus, you don't mean them? No. Absolutely not! These people are one of the worst kind of people. They obviously are unsuitable for raising Harry. I saw the way they raised their own child. Disgraceful!"

"It's the only place he would be safe." Dumbledore said firmly. "I have written them a letter, explaining their situation."

"A letter?" Professor McGonagall sputtered. "How could a letter explain all this? These people clearly don't understand him. They are foul, and would never know how to treat Harry right. Harry would be famous, there might be one day be a day honoring him!"

"Preciously my point Minerva. A young boy, praised for what he couldn't remember doing. He wouldn't be able to take it! He will be better off away from fame." Dumbledore said seriously.

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth. And closed it. "Ok, fair enough. So, how is Harry coming here?"

"Hagrid will bring him here."

"Hagrid?!" Professor McGonagall asked. Hagrid was a fine person but he was rather clumsy.

"I would trust Hagrid with my life." said Dumbledore.

Then they turned their attention to a low rumbling sound. Out of the dark sky, a motorcycle came down, and landed in front of them. Huge man pulled out a bundle from the motorcycles sidecar. The man was almost twice as tall as normal man and his face was covered with long bushy beard.

"Hello Hagrid. Where did you get the motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it sir. Sirius Black lent it to me." The huge man's expression darkened as he mentioned Sirius Black.

"No problem with Harry right? Dumbledore asked.

"Got him right here sir. He on his way he was trying to catch the stars with his hands." The giant chuckled. "Then he fall asleep while flyin' over Bristol." Hagrid showed them Harry, who was sleeping peacefully. Under his black hair was a scar, shaped like a lightning.

McGonagall looked. "Scar, Albus. Can't you do anything about it?"

"No Minerva. Even if I could, I wouldn't. No one knows for sure, but that scar might come in handy. Well, lets finish what we are here for." Dumbledore bent down and put down the baby on the doorstep. Hagrid was behind him sobbing at the thought of his friends Lily and James, dead and how their only son had to live with his relatives. McGonagall blew her nose.

Hagrid went off in the bike, and flew off again. McGonagall disappeared in a same manner as Dumbledore appeared. Dumbledore muttered. "Good bye and good luck Harry." Then Dumbledore disappeared with a swish of his cloak.

Young Harry slept through the night, without waking up. He slept without having any idea who he was, without knowing he will be woken up by his aunt's scream. Without knowing that people in secret parts were making toasts in his honor. To Harry Potter, the boy who lived.