AN: Hello all, this is going to be the rewrite of the Tale of Leora. I must admit I was inspired by a number of things to create this. As I stated in my other work I am a huge fan of WoW and have been trying to come up with a storyline that would work. It was not until The Stormreaver (probably the best WoW fanfiction at the moment, if you haven't read it you should), that I got the basic plot line for this story. The problem with WoW fanfiction is the scope of the lore, there is tons, I mean tons, of plot lines and situations that it is hard to narrow a story down and not to make the main character a mary or gary-stu.

That said the story will start in Harry Potter, I don't want to spoil much but I was inspired by Star Augur Etraeus, an astrologist who could draw power from world's he discovered. Through his work he uncovered the void, and many of the worlds consumed by its hunger. This effectively drove him mad. I am going to be following a similar line with Harry Potter.

So, without further ado, I would like to introduce what is probably the first Astrologist Harry potter fanfiction.

The Astrologist

Prologue Part 1

"Dad! This stupid telescope is broken! Give me a new one!"

"Dudley, you just need to take off the cap…"

"This is stupid! I don't want this anymore! Throw it away I want something better!"

"Alright Dudley, anything for you…"

Harry sighed in exasperation as he saw his Uncle, Aunt, and cousin go back inside the house, leaving the very expensive telescope the bought the brat for his tenth birthday. Dudley had gone on a fieldtrip to the science museum of London and demanded a telescope the next day.

This aunt and uncle, never to deny their precious son anything bought a five-hundred-dollar top of the line telescope the next day, only for this to happen.

'It is amazing that they are not bankrupt yet.' Harry thought, approaching the telescope and examining it.

Looking back into the house he saw that the Dursleys were enraptured in the television.

'Can I just take it?' Harry wondered. He had never gotten a gift before. His only real toys were a box of metal soldiers he found in a box in his room under the stairs.

Taking the telescope of the tripod to keep it steady he disassembled it into the box, he had set it up after all, and left the house.

'I can't keep this in the house, even if Dudley doesn't want it he would still demand it since I have it.' Harry thought, grunting with effort as he carried the heavy telescope.

'Maybe the spot in the woods would work.' He thought of a spot he had found when escaping Dudley's daily game of Harry hunting. It was quite a walk away but worth it if it would keep his telescope a secret.

Trudging through the town at 8 PM may have been a bad idea, but eventually he made it to the forest clearing thirty minutes later. The clearing was only a ten-minute walk past the tree-line, but it was well hidden by large rocks and foliage.

As far as he knew, no teacher or student knew about this place.

Gently setting the telescope on the ground he groaned as she stretched his back, it really was heavy.

"Ok." He whispered, crouching down and opening the box, working quickly to reassemble the box.

He had plenty of time, he had disappeared from the house before, wanting to escape their suffocating atmosphere. Oddly enough the Dursleys were fine with it, it got him out of the house and they could fantasize that he was dead until he got back.

Looking up through the clearing he saw a wide circle of trees, exposing the night sky past them. He had read there were more stars but the lights from the town hide some of them.

Hopefully with the telescope he could still see something interesting.

Finally setting it up properly, he tightened the bolts and pointed the barrel of the scope towards the sky and peered into the lens, gasping in surprise.

'It's so pretty!' He thought in amazement.

The moon hung perfectly in the darkness in his telescope, every crater could be easily seen through the lens.

Quickly looking away from the lens he took out the help manual and a flashlight he had nicked from the cupboard before he left. Shining the light on the book he read the instructions on how to aim his telescope and adjust it to get a clearer image.

Turning back to his telescope he slowly adjusted the dials and gasped as the slightly blurry image of the moon he had seen before became more distinct.

'Amazing, it is so cool!' Harry thought in delight, relishing the first time he could enjoy a toy without it being broken or taken away by Dudley.

'I wonder what else I can see.' Harry thought, shifting the telescope in random directions in the night sky, searching for something interesting.

Unknown to Harry, but this was the start of an obsession, an escape from his harsh reality of living with an abusive family. In another life his obsession would be his friends and magic, who had helped him escape the loneliness of his childhood.

But with one small change, Harry's fate, and the fate of his entire world, was irreparably altered.

-2 Years Later-

Cold wind blew past him, chilling the night air and freezing him to his bones, but he pressed on, climbing a hill on the outskirts of Surry. It had taken him months to build up the stamina to come out here regularly, as it was ten miles away from the Dursley house, but it was worth it.

He had quickly grown bored of the forest clearing, the area only allowing for a small portion of the sky to be seen, so he went exploring.

The park did not work, the light pollution was too strong, and the school roof had the same problem.

So he decided to walk further in the woods than he had before, searching for a month for a perfect spot to use his telescope.

And this was the reward for his efforts, a perfect spot on the top of a hill past the small forest outside of Surrey.

No lights for miles around him and high enough to be past the trees with a clear 360-degree view of the night sky.

Perfect.

Over the past two years his obsession with viewing the night sky had only grown, pouring his heart and soul into his observations.

He had begun stealing art supplies from the school to draw his observations, finding beauty in capturing the images he has seen.

So far he had observed all the planets in the solar system and their moons, categorizing and painting them along the way.

But he felt as if he was reaching his limit with this telescope, while it had been top of the line two years ago there were newer and better telescopes out there today, ones that could even catch glimpses of other galaxies, not just the stars and planets of his own.

In fact, he had read an article from the newspaper that NASUS was about to release a powerful new Telescope that would be able to see far into the reaches of space.

He had been saving any money he came across but he still was short thousands of dollars for any of the newer telescopes.

Peering into the lens he smiled as he stared at Neptune, his favorite planet to look at. The giant blue orb surrounded by faint rings.

Silently he stared at the image, content to stand there for hours, observing the universe around him, but an old alarm clock he had stolen from Dudley's old room beeped that it was now midnight, close to the time he had to leave if he wanted to make it back before midnights.

'Oh!' he thought, looking down at the alarm clock, 'Its July 31st, my birthday.' To be honest he never really cared for his birthday. The Dursley's never celebrated it and his public school never really bothered with them either besides a quick and halfhearted happy birthday by the class.

But he enjoyed the day nonetheless, it was not every day one turned twelve after all.

"Happy birthday to me." He muttered, slowly packing away his telescope into its two year old carrying case.

"Hoot."

Jerking out of his thoughts he blinked in surprise at a barn owl landed on his tri-pod, staring at him with eyes that suggested 'What are you going to do about it?'

"Um." He stated, looking at the own, spotting a large white letter clasped in its talons.

"Is…. that for me?" He asked hesitantly, slowly reaching for the letter.

The owl made no move to stop him as he took the letter, simply hooting and taking off after he had it in his hands.

He stared after the owl, wondering if he was hallucinating before looking at the address in confusion.

To Harry Potter

Surrey England

Hill across the Forest

'Is this a prank?' He wondered, looking around the hill for cameras or perhaps snickering school kids.

Not seeing any he turned the letter over, looking at the fancy wax seal that kept the letter shut.

'Who uses parchment anymore?' He wondered, peeling open the old-fashioned seal, revealing the letter within.

Pulling out his pocket flashlight he shined it on the letter, revealing the words on the page.

'Hello Mr. Potter we are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.' Ok this must be a prank. Everyone knows magic is not real.

Although, there was some lingering doubt in his mind, some instances coming to mind that were hard or impossible to explain.

Last year he had seemingly teleported after being chased by Dudley and his friends to the school roof. His knowledge of science from reading in the library forced him to accept that there was not a strong enough external or internal force to boost him two stories to the school roof.

Was that an example of magic? Of a miracle?

Looking at the parchment in his hands he tried to think of anyone that knew he went out here at night and cared enough to prank him like this.

'The Dursley's would never spend this much money on paper just to prank me. I don't really know anyone else for them to bother doing this…' Harry thought, flipping the letter over, seeing two more pieces of paper.

'Supplies…what?' Harry thought, raising an eyebrow at the bizarre list of books, ingredients, and uniforms needed to attend this Hogwarts.

Flipping to the last page he read through a list of instructions on how to enter a place called Diagon Alley in London and a note to visit a bank called Gringotts if he needed help with funds.

'If this is real, then these people are really irresponsible.' Harry thought with a feeling of incredulity. He was twelve. He may be relatively mature for his age and much more independent but still, he had no knowledge of financing and had no method of transportation to London.

Then he thought of the Dursleys getting their hands on this letter 'It would go straight into the fire, or torn up faster than I can say the word magic.' Harry thought with derision.

'So, what now?' He thought, packing up his tripod and slowly and carefully climbing down the hill back to Surrey.

Shining his flashlight on the third page again after he climbed down the hill he read the letter again, revealing a section he had missed.

'If you wish for a guide for your time in Diagon Alley, request one at the bar in the Leaky Cauldron. Well, that will be helpful, now how do I get to London?' Harry thought, walking along the side walk to the Dursley House.

*Crash!*

Harry flinched hearing the loud crashing sound so late at night, looking around fearfully, thinking of gang members or gun fire before realizing it came from the direction of his house.

Running the last block, he walked up to his house to see the door caved in and an enormous man standing in the entryway, threating his uncle with…a pink umbrella?

His uncle's face was red as a beet root and Petunia and Dudley were huddled near the kitchen.

He was about to step back from the door, he wanted no part in whatever was going on when the step creaked as he put his weight on it.

'Of course.' Harry thought with an internal sigh as the giant of a man turned around to see the source of the noise.

"There you are Harry! Been right worried I was about ya." The giant exclaimed in a rough accent.

Harry blinked, the man knew his name? "Do…I know you?" He asked cautiously of the possibly insane man.

"Blimey Harry I forgot it has been twelve years. I haven't seen you since you were a little baby." The man exclaimed with a wide grin before continuing "Saw yer letter being written at Hogwarts and it said you were in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night! Came right away to ensure you are alright."

Harry wanted to gape at the man, wondering where the man was all his life if he got so concerned seeing a letter addressed in the middle of nowhere for him.

Getting himself back together he managed to respond, "I am…fine, I was just practicing my…hobby outside." Harry said, glancing at Vernon who glared at him suspiciously, never knowing that he had a hobby.

"I see." The giant said, looking quite a bit sheepish that he had overreacted to the situation.

"There is no point to this!" Vernon interjected, his face looking a rather alarming shade of red "He will not be going to some school taught by a crackpot old fool teaching magic tricks!"

That was the wrong thing to say as the giant swung his pink umbrella, looking much deadlier in his hands of the man than it had any right being "Do not mock Dumbledore in front of me!"

Vernon's face had eclipsed a beat root and looked to be starting to turn purple, but the obese man nodded, staying silent as the umbrella was an inch from his nose.

Harry was desperately confused, was this about the letter he had gotten earlier?

"…Sir, who are you?" He finally asked bluntly, wanting answers from the strange man.

"The names Hagrid, keeper of keys at Hogwarts. Of course, you know all about Hogwarts." The now named Hagrid said proudly.

Harry glanced awkwardly at the Dursleys, his mind concluding that they had not told him a lot of critical information "I am sorry, but this is the first time I have heard of it."

Hagrid looked stunned "Er, what do you mean you don't know. Didn't they tell you about Hogwarts, about where your parents went to school?"

"They never told me anything about my parents other than that they died in a car crash." Harry replied, shooting a glare at his uncle as he did so.

"Of course we never told you about your parents, the unemployed drunkards got themselves blown up!" Petunia screeched, unable to hold her silence.

And that is when Hagrid's patience with the Dursleys, a pig tail, a lot of gruff insults, a twisted shot gun, being told he was a wizard and perhaps a few neighbors calling the police Harry left with the magical Giant on an adventure to Hogwarts.

Now the two stood at a sidewalk with Hagrid once again brandishing his umbrella, a way to call magical transportation apparently.

'This sounds like a bad fairy tale.' Harry thought shrewdly as they waited for their transport.

*Crack!*

Harry jumped as an old-fashioned taxi screeched to a halt in front of them.

"After you Harry." Hagrid said, opening the door.

Harry looked at the large man skeptically but got in, only to be surprised that it was quite a bit larger on the inside, creating an almost train car like appearance with several bizarrely dressed individuals situated in various seats.

"Welcome to the Magic Cap, only transportation that rivals the Night Bus, the next stop is going to be Fisci Alley then Diagon Alley. The driver called back from the front seat, nodding to him as he got on.

Hagrid entered after him, sitting down beside him near the front of the strange car.

Harry looked up at his companion "I heard about Diagon Alley from the letter but what is Fisci Alley?"

"Well Harry, across London there are several magically hidden Alleys for different purposes. Fisci Alley is the place for the well to do folk to live in the city. Very nice apartments and such. Diagon is the main trade Alley, most blokes set up shop there for their businesses. There are quite a few more but they are not important right now.

Looking out the window Harry could tell they were going quite fast, speeding past cars and bikes at break neck speed, but oddly enough none of the other drivers seemed to notice or bother the reckless taxi.

"Do they not see us?" Harry asked, watching as a motorbike conveniently changed lanes so the Taxi could blur past it.

Hagrid grinned beneath his beard "Nope, that is the beauty of magic right there."

He wondered why he was not panicking or hyperventilating at all these new discoveries. He was probably in shock or just so overwhelmed he just did not care anymore.

Hagrid spoke up again "When we get to the leaky cauldron I will rent us two rooms, then we can go shopping in the mornin."

Harry nodded, he was used to staying up to the late hours of the night watching the stars so he was not really bothered but he had limits.

After that he drifted into a sort of daze, watching the lights zoom past as he contemplated on this dramatic change of events in his life. Would he have to go back to the Dursleys?

Soon he was jerked awake from his daze as the taxi screeched to a halt in front of a dilapidated old bar with the sign Leaky cauldron in front of it.

Hagrid got out and he followed, leading him inside. "Now, I was not really supposed to bring ye here yet so I am going to have to talk to Dumbledore, he's the headmaster at Hogwarts. He will know what to do. For now ill rent ya a room.

Harry nodded, waiting patiently as the towering man talked to a balding and hunch backed man at the bar, before paying with a silver coin and receiving a key.

"Alright you are room 213, I am banned from going upstairs due to err, past instances so I will see you tomorrow." Hagrid said sheepishly, glancing at the stairs.

Harry nodded, taking the keys and climbing the stairs up to his room. It was rather nice looking, much better than his cupboard under the stairs.

Taking off his clothes he slipped into the bed, finding it pleasantly warm he drifted off to sleep, questions crowding in his head.

But in his mind, he hoped that his life was finally changing for the better.

AN: I hope you all enjoyed the first part of the prologue, I am planning on the prologue to be a two-part segment but after that the story should speed up pretty quickly. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it.