Ain't it funny that this is the longest chapter I've ever written, but I wrote it on a cruise? I was bored, there was no Internet, so I typed this up on my phone's Notes app. I hope you like it! And please review, give me some feedback please!

In Surrey, England, on one tragic night of October, a baby boy with dark black hair and eyes that shine a sharp green was left on the doorstep of Mrs Petunia Dursley and Mr Vernon Dursley. After the man with the long white beard and the lady who was a cat vanished into the night, lightning flashed in the sky that had been cloudless moments ago. In the dark broiling clouds, a portal opened up, seeking magic of any form. In the small town of Surrey, there was only one little source of magic, and he was sucked into the portal. The portal closed, and the clouds dispersed, with Harry Potter in tow.

In a forest of the kingdom of Fiore, a young boy of the name Mystogan turned away from a once cloudy sky. His eyes were filled with relief and determination. "Sorry, father, but I'm shutting down any Anima I can."

In a majestic castle in Scotland, Albus Dumbledore popped a lemon drop in his mouth in agitation. Minerva McGonagall glared, "What do you mean you don't know where Harry Potter is?"

Dumbledore pinched the bridge of his nose, "His relatives said that they never received him. All I hope is that no Death Eater got him."

McGonagall exclaimed shrilly, "This is terrible, Albus! The boy is a celebrity! What will you say when time comes that he should be coming to Hogwarts?"
Dumbledore sighed, eyes troubled and worried, "I really don't know."

A young girl with dark black hair and eyes looked up at the tall man with an eye patch. "Master Hades, can we keep him?"

Said man stared down at the child in the girl's arms. "Why do you want to keep him, Ultear?"

"He's adorable, and I can sense the magic in him," she exclaimed.

Hades scrutinized the child. "Indeed this child has great magical potential. You may keep him."

5 years later

Harry James Potter, or more commonly known as Nicodemus, sat with his adopted older sister Ultear. "What magic do you want to learn, Nico?"

Nico gnawed his lip, scanning over the books before him. "I don't really know, onee-chan..."

"Just pick one you think would be the most beneficial during a fight," she urged.

"How about this one?" Nico said, pointing at a dark brown book with golden letters emblazoned onto its front. Mind Magic.

Ultear picked it up, and nodded as she looked through it. "This is very beneficial, but you would have to learn another magic too. Mind magic needs constant eye contact. What about learning another magic as well? Mind magic would be powerful, but it has too many weaknesses. Another magic should be learned to protect you when your mind magic fails."

Harry shrugged, "I don't know, onee-chan. What do you suggest?"

A bitter look passed over her face, but she said, "Ice make."

5 years later

Nico scowled as he staggered to his feet, wiping the blood from his face. "You're going down," he snarled.

The man, of the name Kiko, laughed loudly, "Boy, it will take you more training than the years you are alive to defeat me."

Nico bared his teeth, "I will defeat you!"

"Give up, kid. My patience is wearing thin," the man warned.

Nico glared, "Never! Grimoire Heart never quits!"

"You asked for this," the man said, and slammed his hands onto the ground, and the earth rumbled. A chasm opened up beneath Nico, and down he went. "Ultear!" he shouted desperately.

Ultear whirled around from her fight, and her eyes widened, "Nico!" But she was forced to defend herself from her opponent's attacks as Nico fell down, down, down.

He looked around curiously. This definitely was not Fiore or Earthland. There were too many large buildings, and what were those horseless carriages?

Maybe this was the world he came from. Ultear told him that she had found him falling from the sky, and she had assumed he was from another world, like Edolas.

He walked into an open building, and took a seat at a table. This world was extremely interesting, he noticed. Things that were maybe powered by lacrima. Then again, he mused silently, there might not be any magic in this world.

He glanced around, for any nearby people. The pub was empty, save for the bartender who was methodically wiping glass and a old hag who was nursing a glass of something. All clear.

He clenched his fist, and whispered, "Ice make rose." A stream of cold air burst from his fist, along with a delicate ice rose.

Now that he knew there was magic in this world, he walked up to the bartender, and asked, "Where is the nearest guild?"

The bartender looked up, "Guild?"

"Yeah," Nico said irritably. "A magic guild?"

"Never heard of one," the bartender said. "Where you from, lad?"

Ignoring the question, he asked, "Where am I?"

"You're in London, England," the bartender said. "You say you know magic?"

"Yeah," he muttered absentmindedly as he thought of the name of the city he was in.

"You look about the age to be attending Hogwarts. Do you go to Hogwarts?"

Nicodemus ran a hand through his hair, brushing aside his bangs to reveal a lightning shaped scar. "What the hell is-"

"My Lord, are you Harry Potter?" the bartender gasped aloud.

"That's my original name. I'm known as Nicodemus," he said shortly. "Now tell me," he said, staring into the man's eyes, activating his mind magic. "What is Hogwarts?"

The man's eyes glazed over, as Nico grabbed control over his mind, and said in a monotone voice, "Hogwarts is an international school of magic for both males and females."

"What type of magic do they teach?"

"Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Charms, and Herbology."

Nico blinked. "What do they use to cast the magic?"

"Everyone uses wands. Only the more powerful wizards like Albus Dumbledore can cast magic wandlessly," he said.

Nico frowned, "Who is Albus Dumbledore and how do you know my original name?"

"Albus Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard alive, and the only one You Know Who feared. Harry Potter is the one who defeated You Know Who."

"Who is You Know Who?" Lamest name ever, Nico mused.

"You Know Who was the most powerful dark lord anyone had seen in centuries, but one night, he went out to murder three people. James and Lily Potter, and Harry. After killing both mother and father, he proceeded to kill you. However, for some reason, when he tried to kill you, the curse backfired and he was the one who died," the old bartender explained.

"Am I supposed to be attending Hogwarts?"

"All eleven year olds with the potential to cast magic is invited to enroll in this school. Some choose to enroll their children to Hogwarts, some do not and enroll their children to other schools."

Nico mulled over this, and said, "Do you think my parents left anything for me here?"

"Probably. There's a wizarding bank run by goblins. Your parents probably left the Potter fortune there for you."

"How am I supposed to get to bank? And what will I need to attend Hogwarts?"

"Usually, children receive an owl with their letter that has all the requirements. The bank is in Diagon Alley, and the entrance is in the back of the shop. I can show you it," the bartender offered.

"What would I need to know about Hogwarts?"

"There are four houses. Gryffindor, the house of the brave. Hufflepuff, the house of the loyal and hard working. Ravenclaw, house of the intelligent. And Slytherin, house of the cunning and ambitious."

Releasing control over the man's mind, Nico said, "Can I stay here for a few nights, sir?"

Blinking a few times, disoriented, the man replied, "Of course. Ten sickles a night."

"Can you show me the entrance to Diagon Alley? I need to get money," Nico said.

"You needn't get it now. It's dark out, so you can stay for a night and then in the morning get the money," the man said. "And I'm Tom." Grabbing a clipboard, he slid it across the table. "Sign here please."

The next day, Nico, no, Harry walked into the streets of Diagon Alley, after Tom so graciously opened the entrance and pointed out where Gringotts was.
Inside the bank, Harry walked up to a goblin. "Excuse me, I would like to extract money from the Potter vault."

"What's your name?"

"Harry James Potter," he replied calmly.

The goblin scrutinized him, and then pushed a golden scale towards him. "Three drops of blood please."

Harry was immediately on the defense. "Why?"

The goblin blinked, then replied, "To confirm your identity."

Blood magic. Harry narrowed his eyes, "And what guarantees that you will only be using my blood for that one purpose?"

"Are you questioning our honor?" the goblin demanded.

"Blood magic is a very versatile magic. I deserve any type of valid reassurance that my blood will not be used for any harmful means."

The goblin glared, and turned around to call another goblin. The other goblin walked over, "I am Ragnok. Griphook says that you are seeking reassurance that we will not be using your blood for any other purposes that identification. May I ask you why?"

Harry sighed, and repeated himself, "Blood magic is a dangerous magic, and blood can be used for many purposes. Control over one's body, impersonation, and a heck lot more curses can be used through blood."

Ragnok raised an eyebrow, and said, "We swear on all of our gold and silvers that your blood will only be used for identification."

Harry pursed his lips, but nodded and sliced open his palm, letting three drops into the scale.
Harry James Potter, read the scale.

Ragnok nodded and Griphook waved his hand at Harry, "Follow me."

After paying Tom, Harry retired to his room, intrigued by the differences of his world and this one. This world had wizards that used only Holder Type magics, and what was even more shocking was that the non magical people had no idea that there were even magical people. So, Harry deduced that his Arc of Time and mind magic was new to this world, and a clear advantage over anyone. Including the lame You Know Who guy. A dark lord? Pshh, definitely not as powerful or deadly as Lord Zeref.

"Albus! Albus! You have got to see this!" Minerva McGonagall cried out, eyes wide in disbelief as she stared at the list of enrolled first years.

Albus Dumbledore rushed to her side, "What?"

"Harry Potter is on this list!" she exclaimed. "He's back!"

Harry woke to a gentle by persistent clicking noise by the window. Looking out, he was met with a brown owl. "So you have my Hogwarts letter I presume?"

The owl hooted, and Harry let it inside, retrieving the letter from its leg.

After reading through the requirements, he picked up his bag full of money and letter, setting out to Diagon Alley once again.

Scanning through his requirements, he decided to buy his books first, walking toward a store named Flourish and Blotts.

After buying all of his required books, he scanned the shelves for books that would tell him more on the wizarding world. The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts seemed like a good book to read. So did Prominent Wizards and Witches of the Twentieth Century.

After finishing buying potions supplies and his books, he walked towards Madame Malkins'.

"Hogwarts too, my dear?" a woman Harry assumed was Madame Malkins inquired.

He nodded, then took a seat that he was told to sit on. Next to him was a boy about his age with white blond hair and grey eyes.

"Draco Malfoy. Hogwarts first year as well?" The boy asked, voice arrogant and snobbish.

"Yes," he replied.

"What house do you want to be in? I'm hoping for Slytherin. If I got sorted into Hufflepuff, I'd

be disowned!" the boy shuddered.

Houses, eh? "I don't really know, all four houses sound pretty nice to me," he admitted.

Draco's eyes went wide, "All four sound nice? Hufflepuff's a bunch of duffers, Gryffindor's a bunch of reckless dunderheads who claim to be brave and Ravenclaw's a group of bookworms with no idea of fun."

Harry narrowed his eyes, "Hufflepuff is a house of hard working people who will do everything thoroughly, and complete what they start. Gryffindor nurtures people who care for their friends and are willing to sacrifice their lives for them. Not only that, but his students also are able to take risks, which can lead to either success or failure. Ravenclaw houses people who are intelligent and clever, a necessity to become successful. Slytherin teaches his students to be ambitious and to aim high, which is what carries this world forward. All four are essential to true success in life," Harry countered calmly.

Draco blinked a few times, silent. His gray eyes were thoughtful, as if he was thinking over what Harry had said. He opened his mouth, "I never thought about it that way."

"Well now you have. And by the way, I'm Harry Potter," he added. Madame Malkins froze, looking up to stare at his scar on awe.

"You're Harry Potter?" Draco exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Yeah, nice to meet you, Draco," he said politely. He mentally laughed at Draco's dumbfounded expression.

All he had left to buy was his wand. He wasn't so sure of it, since he used Caster Type magic, not Holder. But oh well, all that's well ends well.

"Ah, Mr Potter. I have awaited your arrival. I can still remember the day I sold your parents their wands. Your mother's wand was great for Charms. Your father's preferred Transfiguration," Ollivander said as he peered at Harry. "And I am sorry to say that I remember the wand that gave you that scar. Thirteen inches, yew and Phoenix feather core."

Harry stared back at the man, slightly uncomfortable.

"Ah, yes, which is your wand arm?" Ollivander asked, summoning a measuring tape with a wave of his wand.

"Uh, if by wand arm you mean the arm that I write with, right," he said, lifting his right arm.
Ollivander nodded, and with another wave of the wand, the measuring tape started to measure Harry's arm.

After a while of measuring, Harry went cross eyed as the tape measured between his nostrils. He was pretty sure Ollivander didn't need it to find what wand fitted him. Maybe he forgot about the tape?

"That's enough," the wandmaker said, and the tape promptly fell to the floor.

"Hmmmm," Ollivander scanned the shelves, narrowing his eyes and suddenly reaching out to grab a wand. Handing it to Harry, he said, "Go on, give it a wave."

Complying, he gingerly gave the wand a wave. Nothing happened.

"Nope, nope," Ollivander muttered, snatching the wand from Harry. "Here, try this one."

After a few tries, Ollivander leaned back and scrutinized Harry. "A hard customer, a very difficult one," he chuckled, seemingly pleased by the fact that no wand liked Harry.

"How about this one? Eleven inches, holly and Phoenix feather core."

Staring at it, Harry reached out, taking the wand by its hilt. It was the one. A rush of warmth went up his arm, and when he waved it, the wand emitted green and red sparks.

Ollivander blinked, "Curious, curious..."

Harry glanced at him, "What's curious?"

"I remember each and every wand I have ever sold or made. And I remember that the same Phoenix that gave your wand its core also gave the wand that gave you your scar its core," Ollivander said, gazing at Harry with wonder. "I believe we should be expecting great things from you. You Know Who was great as well. Great, but terrible."

Harry frowned, and nodded slowly, "Uh, ok..."

Back in the Leaky Cauldron, Harry lay in bed, eyes closed. He really wished he was back in Earthland, helping Ultear in resurrecting Lord Zeref. To live in the perfect world, the World of Magic. His eyes shot open. This was another world with endless magic... Just like Earthland. Another world to conquer for Lord Zeref's return.

Hope you like this! :) Grazie and ciao!