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-So when I found out that in early 1900s Magical America, the president was a woman, I was happy. When I learned that she was a Black woman, I was ecstatic! Like, Magical America was better on the uptake than Muggle America, congrats! Also, from looking at Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, I have to say that early 1900s Magical America looks more interesting and more diverse than 1990s Magical Britain.
-In my opinion, there wasn't enough ethnic diversity and there should have been. Because the magical world isn't that big. A few hundred million or so, right? So shouldn't they be more wide-spread? More people? More magical beliefs? We get two Indians and two (possible)Chinese characters. That's four Asians that I remember. Only four! Hogwarts was revealed to have 1,000 students at any given time, and yet even in the movies, I didn't see much diversity.
-So I like to throw in some extra stuff. I will be bringing magical practices and beliefs from other countries into the story. And there will be more diversity in this. Harry is going to learn that Britain isn't the only place on the planet and that people everywhere are different. In looks, in magic, in power, in beliefs. He's been limited, and unlike canon-Harry, I won't keep him in the dark. Besides, his new family is a mix of cultures and his guardian is 1/3 Polynesian, 1/3 Sri Lankan, and 1/3 Caucasian.
Harry was excited about finally being able to go to Diagon Alley. Santan and Rosita had been the ones to purchase the clothing that he was currently wearing. Alana wanted him to experience the wonders of Diagon Alley when his eyesight and hearing were better.
He could only appreciate her foresight all the more. Because they were taking the Floo over to the 'Flooing Point', and he was finally going to see it all for the first time!
{Quest: Purchase your school supplies!}
{Three Sets of Plain Work Robes (Black).}
{One Plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wear.}
{One Pair of Protective Gloves (dragon hide or similar).}
{One Winter Cloak (Black, silver fastenings).}
{The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk.}
{A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot.}
{Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling.}
{A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch.}
{One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore.}
{Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger.}
{Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander.}
{The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble.}
{1 Wand.}
{1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2).}
{1 set of glass or crystal phials.}
{1 telescope.}
{1 set of brass scales.}
{Purchase an Owl, Cat, or Toad.}
{Reward: +3 EXP | +25 REP with Alana Morris | +100 REP with Diagon Alley}
Accept | Decline
Harry stared at the incredibly long list, and realised that it was seriously just the requirements, that was currently on parchment. Of course he was going to accept it!
"We're heading to Gringotts first, because this is where you will get something new."
Harry was confused, but followed his guardian as she made her way toward the big white building that looked like it was going to fall over. In fact, almost every building in Diagon Alley looked like it was struggling to remain upright.
He eyed the large message on the front doors of the building, as well as the guards standing on either side of the doors.
Enter stranger, but take heed,
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath our floors,
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware,
Of finding more than treasure there.
He shuddered, feeling the threat for what it was. If the library had bloody dragons operating the lifts, he didn't want to know what a magical bank would use to protect it's money.
"You'd be mad to attempt to rob it," said Alana as she held the door open for him.
He nodded along. Honestly, it was a nifty rhyme, but the threat was far too real to ignore. Magic could do all kinds of stuff.
Inside, there was a long hall, decorated with crystal chandeliers. On either side of the aisle, were long desks, where small beings sat, surrounded by paperwork and gold. Some had scales that looked like they too were made of gold. Quills and inkwells littered the work space.
"They are Goblins," Alana told him. "The most financially savvy magical beings to exist. It'd be foolish to try to argue with them. They know their gold inside and out."
No wonder they were made the bankers of the magical world. Cool.
Alana began pulling papers out of her bag as they stood in line behind a few people dressed in strange robes. At his confused look, she said, "Your papers to prove the change in guardianship, should they ask. They don't like wasting time, and I'd prefer not to keep them waiting. It's rude."
Finally, the two were able to stand in front of the large podium to stare up at the Goblin who leaned over to look at them.
"Your reason for this visit?"
"Mr. Harry James Potter wishes to make a withdrawal, Master Goblin," Alana said, holding out the papers that were clipped together.
The Goblin reached forward, revealing long fingers that were gnarled in appearance and tipped with sharp claws. Harry felt the need to not anger the being.
"The official seal of the Ministry," the Goblin murmured. "Another has held Heir Potter's Trust Vault Key since 1 November of 1991. You wish to have it recalled, correct?"
Alana sighed and mumbled something like 'bumblebee' before nodding. "Yes, please."
With a snap of the fingers, the Goblin's empty hand was suddenly clutching a beautifully carved, golden key.
"Heir Potter's key," said the being, handing it over. Alana gave it to Harry, who was focusing more on the fact that three times since RPG became reality for him, he'd considered the 'Heir Potter' business. He didn't know what it meant but it was strange.
"You realise that the former holder will certainly notice its disappearance and might come to call?"
"Yes, sir. We will simply have to deal with that when it comes. Not that he had any right to it in the first place."
"Indeed. Griphook will take you down to your vaults."
Alana bowed and thanked the Goblin, so Harry did the same, not wanting to be rude.
The next Goblin, whom he assumed was Griphook, took them through a pair of double doors where a large metal cart rested on thick, metal rails. Though skeptical, Harry decided to trust Alana's judgment, and got on as well.
The ride was hell! He'd never gone so fast in his life and it was awesome, but kind of scary too.
When they suddenly stopped, Harry almost slammed into the opposite seat, but Alan was there, holding him down so he didn't move much. The boy was grateful. She and Antoinette made everything look so effortless.
"Vault 687, Potter Trust," said Griphook. "Key please?"
Harry handed it over, and the Goblin quickly unlocked the door, which was far below Harry's reach.
The key was returned, and Harry gaped when the door opened.
Mounds upon mounds of gold, stacked atop each other. He could see nothing but gold coins. There was so much of it!
"That's mine?" he asked, incredulous.
Griphook nodded. "That and your main vault. You cannot enter that until you are declared an adult, or you turn seventeen."
"Your parents left it for you," Alana told him, patting his back. "That's for you to spend on anything you want."
His parents had left all that money for him. His parents had somehow left him a vault of money.
Harry was suddenly struck with emotion. He'd never considered his parents beyond what the Dursleys had told him, and what he thought he remembered. Though again, he wasn't sure the dreams were memories or if he was just making things up.
At some point, before the Dursleys, there had been people who cared about him. Cared enough to put money into a vault for him.
"How much would this be in British pounds?" he asked.
Griphook hummed. "According to this morning's conversion rates, about three quarters of a million British pounds. Conversions fluctuate on the daily, sometimes hourly basis. Time is money after all."
Almost one million pounds!
The boy sniffed. "I can take some out of here?"
"Yes."
Harry accepted the bag offered by the Goblin, and began to just shovel a few handfuls inside. He didn't know how much it was, but he didn't care. If only to have a physical reminder that his parents cared for him.
"Where would you like to go first?" Alana asked, pausing before they would make it to the main street of the shopping district.
"I think we should get a trunk first, so we can carry everything else inside of it."
Harry was very fond of making work easier on himself.
They stopped by a shop that sold only trunks. The man inside was tall and lanky, bustling about with a wide grin on his face. He showed them all the best trunks for school, and how some had built in cupboards.
Harry was bewildered when the man tapped a trunk with his wand and it stood on its side and open up. A long rack shot forth, displaying a place for him to hang clothes. There was also a rack for shoes, and a few drawers.
Harry liked the efficiency of the trunk and decided to get one, in black. Black went with everything.
Of course when he pulled out his purse, Alana was already there with her handbag out, and her own coin purse at the ready.
"I'm your guardian, I'm supposed to pay for your things."
"But I don't want to be a bother," the boy mumbled, mindful of the other people in the shop and not wanting to draw too much attention to them.
Alana placed a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, you aren't a bother or a burden, or anything else those Muggles told you. You are a little boy, who is under my guardianship. And like other children, your guardian should be paying for your school supplies and other necessities."
Harry nodded, though it didn't make him feel better.
"How about you buy your wand and pet, and any of the extra things that want that aren't on your school list?" Alana offered, much to his relief.
Harry readily agreed. Pets could be expensive. It could be his new responsibility other than keeping his room tidy.
From there, they purchased the usual things a student needed. Check marks appeared one by one on the list Harry had.
He got a packet of ballpoint pens, because he didn't know how to use a quill yet. One month and a few days wouldn't be enough time despite the fact that Alana planned to teach him how to use them. Still, why did magical people have to be so… primitive?
Harry got various coloured inks too, because they looked awesome.
He decided on spiral bound notebooks for takings notes. Nothing in the Hogwarts Rulebook stated that he couldn't use them, and it would make more sense than wasting parchment on unnecessary items. And the pens too.
From there, Harry had to get clothes. He did not like getting clothes.
"Either we can go to Madam Malkin's or Twilfitt and Tattings," Alana had told him. Harry, not knowing the difference, told her to choose.
She went for the place that was obviously expensive.
"You just get better quality," she told him. "The clothes you are wearing come from here, you know."
Harry was made to stand on a stool as a tape measure flew around him and a man wearing high heels strutted around him, highlighting the parts of his body that would compliment certain cuts of fabric. He went on about colours and how Harry shouldn't want to be 'washed out', whatever that meant.
Alana giggled every few minutes when Harry squeaked in discomfort because the tape measure squeezed him in a sensitive area.
Finally, Harry was able to get school robes, work robes, dress robes for special occasions, and normal clothing. Alana helped him choose things that looked cool and didn't draw too much attention.
He wasn't wearing any plaid! It was great!
Then came the walk through Flourish and Blotts, which Harry had heard about when he'd gone to the library.
Harry found himself grabbing various books on different subjects. His basket was filled with British folklore, books on magical bedtime stories in Britain, etiquette - as requested by Alana - books, and some books on the magical genealogy of Britain.
Feeling that his bounty was great, Harry gave a self-assured nod and took his findings up to the front. Alana had already found the books for the school year, and had bought them while he was browsing.
Harry proudly placed his finding on the counter and paid the man the necessary amount of gold.
"Ravenclaw for certain," the man said with a smile.
Harry smiled back, though he didn't know what that meant.
"Want to find a pet now, or get your wand next?"
"Wand."
He wanted to see what other wands looked like.
When they stepped into 'Ollivader's', Harry could feel a change in the air. Something thick and heavy was trying to hold him in place. He almost felt compelled to stay still.
But Harry didn't like the feeling, and he forced himself to stay awake and to keep moving, even if it was just to twist his wrists.
"I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr. Potter."
Harry whirled around, finding an old man, with the lightest pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen, staring down at him. He hadn't even heard anything come up behind him!
Unable to help himself, Harry 'Observe'd' the man.
Name: Garrick Ollivander
Title(s): Wandmaker, Seer, Old Man Ollie
Age: 117
Human | Sorcerer
LV: ?.?.? | ?.?.?.?/?.?.?.?.?
HP: ?.?.?.?.?
SP: ?.?.?.?
EXP: ?.?.?.?.?
STR: PHY: 56 MAG: ?.?.?.?
AGI: 112
VIT: 189
INT: 256
DEX: 310
LUK: +78/-5
WIS: 212
CHA: 67
WP: 89
ATK: ?.?.?
DEF: ?.?.?
Harry trembled at all the question marks. So many numbers that were far too high for even him to see?
{You've gained 1 Observe point!}
{You've gained 1 Observe point!}
Ollivander wasn't paying him any mind however. he old man, with thinning hair as white as snow, and old, wrinkled hands reaching into shelves of boxes, was speaking about Harry's parents.
"It seems only yesterday that you mother and father were here to purchase their own wands."
He went on to explain the length, wood, and core of the wands, making Harry wonder just how good the man's memory was. Especially for his age, dear God he was old. The oldest magical person Harry had met so far.
"Which is your dominant arm?" the old man asked him.
Harry shrugged. "Either. I use both for everything."
He gave a considering hum and withdrew a light brown box from the shelf he was perusing.
Ollivander proffered a dark wand of short length from inside. The handle looked like it was covered in small vines. "Mahogany, Bicorn horn, eight inches."
Harry took it carefully, finding himself staring at a stick.
"Give it a wave!" Ollivander ordered, almost exasperated.
Harry did so and nothing happened.
"Maybe another."
Ollivander went off to another shelf, mumbling to himself about 'proper fitting' and 'more power'. He returned a moment later, offering a new wand and saying, "Ten inches, Willow, Kneazle Whisker."
Harry waved that one, and the glass on the counter shook a bit, but nothing else happened. It felt cold in his hand.
"We need an even stronger wand," Ollivander nodded to himself. He stared at Harry as if seeing him but not. Like there was something that Harry himself couldn't see.
"It couldn't be."
Ollivander turned around, and bustled all the way to the back of the shop, where he picked up a box and turned to stare Harry down. After a moment, the man nodded to himself and came back, carefully removing the wand from what looked to be a silken pillow.
He handled this wand much differently than the others. Almost reverently. Harry accepted it slowly, and was bewildered when the wand became warm in his palm. A golden light and some sparks shot from the tip, illuminating the room for a few seconds.
"Curious," Ollivander murmured.
"What's curious, sir?" Harry asked, unsure of whether or not he'd want the answer.
"Mr. Potter, I have been selling wands for almost eight decades. I remember every wand I have ever crafted, and every wand I have ever sold, as well as to whom I sold them to. It is curious that you were chosen by this wand, when its brother chose the man who gave you your scar."
Distantly, Harry heard Alana gasp, but he was still staring in Mr. Ollivander's eyes. Wondering just why this piece of news seemed to amaze and alarm him at once.
"Who owned that wand?"
"We do not speak his name!" Ollivander whispered urgently. "However, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did many great things. Monstrous! But great," the man finished, eyes wide with knowledge that Harry could only hope to guess. "I think we can expect great things from you, Mr. Potter."
But would they be 'monstrous' as well?
"That will be seven Galleons."
Harry and Alana finished their trip by stopping in the Magical Menagerie. Harry ended up getting a owl.
The owl had screeched and screeched until he'd looked in her direction. Then she simply stared him down until he came over. The man running the shop had warned him away, but she had been perfectly agreeable with Harry.
Harry liked her. She was white, with a few brown spots on her wings and plumage. Her eyes were golden and belied her intelligence. He ended up naming her Hedwig. It was a name he remembered from 'Learning' that History of Magic book back in Little Whinging.
Hedwig was beautiful.
"Alana, who was the man that killed my parents?"
Said woman sighed suddenly.
"Some people lose their way, as I'm sure you understand?"
Harry nodded.
"Years ago, a man rose to extreme levels of power. Almost Mage worthy I'm certain. He had a particular view of the world, and used the Purebloods who were Dark aligned, to gain followers.
"This man was powerful, and considered magic to rightfully belong to only magical beings. According to some, though it was never stated by the man himself, he advocated Pureblood supremacy, and called for the slaughtering of Muggles, Muggleborns, and Squibs."
Harry flinched at that. Alana was a Squib.
"No Muggles were ever killed though. While I'm certain he didn't like them, he never raided Muggle dwellings nor attacked any. There is no proof that he did. People on the Light side simply claim he did, without proof.
"What he did do, was attack magical families who stood against what his people preached he believed in. Once again, the man never expressly stated what he truly believed, he simply let his followers talk and talk, and their talk contradicted each other often.
"Purebloods, Halfbloods, and Muggleborns were killed because they stood in his way. He killed many Light families, many Neutral families, and even many Dark families that did not wish to join him. His willingness to murder was not limited to only those not Dark aligned. He killed all who dared to challenge him.
"Like your parents."
Harry frowned. He knew they had been murdered. He'd learned that months ago.
"What exactly was he fighting for? And how did my parents get in his way? In fact, why would they even get in his way if he was so dangerous?"
Alana sighed again.
"This is the problem. They were simply children. Only recently graduated from Hogwarts themselves. They shouldn't have joined the war, but this is where things get hazy. The Headmaster of your school, defeated the former Dark Lord of Europe, and the majority of Magical Britain looks to him as a sort of god.
"As such, he felt obligated to fight against this uprising, and proceeded to gather followers of his own who would willingly do his bidding. Your mother and father were recruited for being some of the best Gryffindors to graduate in 1987. They grew up thinking Albus Dumbledore was amazing and like a majority of other Gryffindors, worshiped the ground the man walked on. They didn't question him, they simply did as he said. And his instructions had them out in the middle of battle, fighting people with no morals, who would gladly torture them to death.
"Your parents met the newest Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, many times on the battlefield."
Harry was disturbed about many things. "You do not sound as if you like this Albus Dumbledore. You sound more annoyed with him that this Lord Voldemort."
Alana's nail tapped an agitated rhythm on the table. "I don't like him because he is manipulative and disgraceful. The Dark Lord was upfront about his actions and he did not lie when he said he would do something, whether it was to kill someone, or release an innocent. He did both on several occasions.
"But Albus too-many-bloody-names Dumbledore is the most Slytherin person you'd ever meet! He takes cunning and craftiness to the extreme. Never tells people the whole truth. Never explains his methods. He simply expects people to do as he says! He had you taken from the person who was your godfather, and then left you on a doorstep in the middle of the night, when he had no right to you whatsoever."
And Harry suddenly knew why she seemed to dislike him more than the man who murdered people. This Dumbledore seemed dangerous.
"So basically I was kidnapped?"
"Yes! And because he's Albus bloody Dumbledore, he was able to lie and pull strings to have you put into Petunia Dursley's guardianship. Petunia had no choice. That letter you spoke of was written by Dumbledore himself, threatening her family should they not take you in.
"Honestly, it's actions such as that that make us dislike him. And he doesn't like our family because we aren't Light aligned. We're Neutral. The magicals in our family are practitioners of all kinds of magic, because the cores our magicals have, are Grey and capable of utilising diverse branches of magic.
"Dumbledore doesn't like Dark Magic, which is one of the reasons why he hated the Dark Lord."
"They both sound terrible to me."
"They are," Alana agreed. "Just on opposite ends. Our family was Neutral. We did not join either side, and made it abundantly clear that we agreed with neither.
"Albus Dumbledore thinks we should open up to the Muggle world because they will 'accept us'. He thought the Dursleys would accept you because he has some strange idea that being blood related makes everyone family and happy to be related to one another. He also believes in giving multiple chances to people who don't deserve them as long as they are Light aligned or in his service, as well as abolishing the old foundations our world was built upon.
"Lord Voldemort wanted to separate the magical and Muggle worlds completely, as well as revive the Olde Ways that Dumbledore hates. He was willing to do whatever it took to see his plan through. Murder included."
Harry frowned even further. "What kind of power does Dumbledore have right now?"
"He's the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederations of Wizards, which is like the Muggle United Nations. He's the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, which is the high court of magical law in Britain. Like a Muggle jury. And he is the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Dumbledore sounds like an autocrat and Voldemort sounds like a dictator."
At her confused look, he said, "Dumbledore was given ultimate power in Great Britain. He can make laws, pass laws, and then teach them to new generations. How many generations has he already taught his views to? On the other hand, Voldemort had to force his way to get power and control, it wasn't handed over to him like with Dumbledore, and that's a problem.
"Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. A man who worked to get where he was, is not as worrisome in my eyes, as a man who is used to being given power and control over others. Because power will corrupt you. Dumbledore seems to have tricked himself into believing that his way is absolutely the best way, and he doesn't see anything but his own plans and desires. So both he and Voldemort are very similar in their ideas and execution, but Dumbledore is the one still around, if I'm right. You've referred to the other in past tense, so I assume that he's dead."
Alana nodded. "Yes. This is where it gets confusing. Your family went into hiding a few months after your birth. On the first of November in 1991, news spread that the Dark Lord had been defeated. The night previous he'd found your family's hiding place, and killed both of your parents.
"We assume he tried to kill you as well, but whatever happened, caused a great explosion and the house was left in ruins. You were the only living thing inside, and only a scar remained, to prove that the Killing Curse had indeed touched you, but you lived anyway.
"That is why you are regarded as a public figure. Dumbledore coined the title, Boy-Who-Lived. Magical Britain regards you with hero worship for ending the Dark Lord, despite there being no actual proof of his death, for no body was found. They simply want to believe that they are safe, and made you a celebrity in the meantime. A beacon of hope. They're under the impression that you are Dumbledore's man, so to speak."
Harry was blown away. At least he now understood why the magical community seemed to worship him with so many REP points, despite never meeting him before. And the titles made sense now, along with Heir Potter.
Still, he was worried about what she had told him. Dumbledore didn't sound pleasant, and if there was no proof of Voldemort's death, who was to say he couldn't come back?
Problems.
"Is Hogwarts safe?"
"It should be, but if something happens that worries you, I want you to tell me immediately. I will then talk to Antoinette. She's on the Board of Governors and can work with the other members to fix the problem."
Hm. An autocrat as a Headmaster didn't sound too pleasant to him. And even if this Dark Lord somehow returned, Harry was still more worried about Dumbledore who was right in his back yard. What would happen when the man found out that he had no control over Harry Potter?
Harry's birthday came quickly. Alana took him to the zoo in order to see the animals. Harry had only mentioned that he wanted to see other animals than just garden snakes, and she surprised him that morning by telling him that to celebrate his birthday, they'd go to the zoo and then to an art museum!
Alana told him that her family was usually a very open about celebrating birthdays and special events. Usually there would have been a party, but Harry had not been introduced to everybody in the family, and they wanted to meet him in a more casual setting. Also, she wanted him to gain a tonne of friends so that he could have people his own age at his party next year.
He was going to get a party next year! He was excited just thinking about it.
The zoo was probably one of the coolest places that Harry had ever been. He really liked animals, and to be able to see so many of them at once, had been an interesting adventure.
Every time he saw a sign with information on whatever animal was behind it, he would latch onto the words and even try to memorise them.
Harry got to pet a family of rabbits and he got to see a jaguar. His hat was stolen by a giraffe. And finally, Harry got to pet a King Cobra and he ended up speaking to it.
The woman who had been teaching him the proper way to hold the particular snake, told him that she'd never seen a snake so comfortable with a stranger before.
{You gained 1 Beast Whisperer point!}
Harry had merely shrugged, his interest focused on the serpent that was staring him down.
Finally, while acknowledging it, Harry spoke to a snake in low whispers.
§Your scales are lovely,§ he had told the snake lowly, trying to keep quiet so as not to alarm anyone.
The snake's eyes widened immediately, and its grip tightened around Harry's shoulders.
§I have never met a Speaker before. There are not many left.§
§Are you happy here?§ Harry had asked, honestly curious.
The snake's head bobbed. §I am fed regularly, and I have a nice, rock in a sunny spot. The female two-legger gives me good rubbings.§
§That's nice.§
Harry's time was up too soon though, and he had to relinquish the serpent, waving farewell. Still, it was a pretty awesome day.
{You've unlock a new skill! Parseltongue!}
{Parseltongue: LV 5 13/17}
Alana took him for ice cream afterward!
"Alana, your mum just hit someone with a slipper."
Alana laughed. "Francesca. She made the mistake of telling mum that slippers didn't scare her, so now mum only uses slippers to punish her. It's hilarious!"
Alana's family was huge, making the family gatherings huge!
She had another sister, who was four years younger than she was and was named Aster.
Antoinette, Alana, and Aster were the daughters of Rashmi and Ahohako Morris.
Rashmi was from Sri Lanka. An only child of a noble family.
Ahohako was one of four children. The eldest. His siblings were his brother, Ihaka, who was the second eldest, his sister Fetia, the second youngest, and his youngest sister Isa. Ahohako took on the main branch of the Morris family.
They were the sons and daughters of Hôkûokalani and Callum Morris.
Hôkûokalani had passed on a few years back, leaving Callum, who was a Squib, alone.
Some of Ahohako's siblings also had children.
So Ihaka was married to an Italian woman named Imelda. They had Francesca, who was also a Squib, and Constantine. Both were Alana's age, as they were 'twins'.
Fetia was not married, but she had a fiance named Ambrosine. Alana had to explain that the reason Fetia was pregnant, was because they'd used the Muggle method of artificial insemination to have a baby together. Because girls couldn't make other girls pregnant. Even magical ones. Yet.
He knew the process. He'd read about it. It was gross, and kind of cool, but still, he knew what she meant!
Finally there was Isa, who adopted Marik - a Squib child who was abandoned by his family - and claimed him as her own. She wasn't looking for love or relationships at all.
Basically, it was a lot of names for him to remember, but he was able to better tell them all apart because everyone looked so different!
Varying shades of skin colour, be it dark or light. Different hair colours and lengths too!
Like Aster was the first redhead in the family in the past century, and despite how dark her skin was, she had visible freckles! Harry hadn't known that it was possible for dark skinned people to have hair that wasn't brown or black, but Alana's family proved him wrong.
It was awesome!
And Francesca was born with snow for hair, despite the fact that her skin was also on the darker shade of brown. She didn't have freckles though, but there was a nice beauty mark on her right cheek and it made her look classy.
Alana's hair was long enough that even when it was pulled back, it touched her knees. Antoinette's hair was the shortest in the family, but she was the tallest, standing over six feet.
Everyone was different, and yet they all got along, and were happy together.
And Harry hoped that one day he could feel comfortable with them, and that he wouldn't be so bloody awkward!
{You've gained 1 INT point!}
Name: Harry James Potter
Title(s): Boy Who Lived, Heir Potter,
Age: 11
Human | Wizard
LV: 20 | 150/280
HP: 156/156 +9 to the usual LV up number.
SP: 119/119
EXP: 37
STR: PHY: 15 MAG: 17
AGI: 26
VIT: 23
INT: 44
DEX: 31
LUK: +32/-0
WIS: 29
CHA: 38
WP: 16
ATK: +25%
DEF: +55%
FLAWS:
-Malnourished -15 HP | -12 SP | -9 STR | -8 VIT | -2 LUK
-Nerve Damage -17 HP | -3 VIT
PERKS:
-Parseltongue +7 SP | +1 LUK
-Raw Magic +14 SP | +4 LUK
-Shrewd Mind +3 INT | +4 WIS | +3 LUK
REP:
Arabella Figg +600
Magical Britain +1,000
Hogwarts +180
Alana Morris +855
Joan Kuzack: +455
Andrea Fitzgerald: +425
Marlene Womack: +550
Mara Shiloh: +700
Joanne Rourke: +100
Antoinette Morris: +255
Aster Morris: +45 REP
Francesca Morris: +95 REP
Constantine Morris: +65 REP
Ihaka Morris: +50 REP
Fetia Morris: +78 REP
Isa Morris: +34 REP
Imelda Morris: +67 REP
Ambrosine Roulk: +105 REP
Marik Morris: +10 REP
Callum Morris: +90 REP
Ahohako Morris: +83 REP
Rashmi Morris: +110 REP
Diagon Alley: +100 REP
MONEY:
ʛ99,850 - Trust
ʛ500,000 - Main
£7.00
See ATK page
ATK Stats:
Weapon: Wand
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See DEF Page
DEF Stats:
Clothing:
Acromantula Silk trousers +25%
Acromantula Silk shirts +20%
Shield:
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Skills:
Cooking: 22 | DEX | INT
Cleaning: 18 | DEX
Gardening: 13 | DEX | INT
Running: 12 | STR | AGI | VIT
Thinking: 23 | INT | WIS
Observe: 26 | INT | WIS
Stealth: 16 | DEX | INT | AGI
Talking: 17 | INT | CHA | WIS | +LUK
Sewing: 13 | DEX | INT
Sarcasm: 30 | INT | WIS | CHA
Beast Whisperer: 15 | CHA | INT
Persuasion: 12 | INT | WIS | +LUK | CHA
Teaching: 7 | INT | WIS | CHA | +LUK
Singing: 8 | +LUK
Leadership: 6 | CHA | INT | WIS | +LUK | WP
Listening: 15 | WIS
Drawing: 15 | DEX
Parseltongue: 5 | CHA
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A/N: Another is done!
-I'm thinking of having Dumbledore be on equal footing with Voldemort, in terms of being considered the bad guy. My Harry is simply too cautious, and I don't think Dumbledore should be allowed to do as he pleases simply because he's effin Albus Dumbledore. Harry won't be in Gryffindor. I don't think making him a Slytherin would be good either.
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