DISCLAIMER: Still don't own either, though I am now a proud owner of a copy of Pokemon Black.

Also a bit of a note, yes this is a small chapter, but it's an important one as it starts to set up some of the smaller stories within this one that will start happening around and with Harry.

The house of Zambini had always been a truly neutral family. Oh to many of those who believed they knew the family, they all believed them to be a Dark family due to their social circles during the time of the Dark Lord. That was far from the truth, as on a personal level every Zambini has been taught one important creed that they were to always follow. Power is neither black and white, or good and evil; it is constant and it is the intent of the user that decides how it is used. As such, though many of the families that Blaise had grown up around, and had been prompted to befriend for political security when he was older were considered dark families, Blaise himself knew he was not. It was likely this attitude and way of looking at magic that let him see the odd flickers that followed after a few others within the halls of Hogwarts. Most notably around two other first years that were soon sorted into Gryffindor.

It was something he would have to watch and figure out how to go about it without giving away that he wasn't as Dark as everyone thought he was supposed to be.

Pomona Sprout had been teaching and tending the various gardens of Hogwarts for many years. She was unassuming and usually easily overlooked, like many of the young ones that would end up in her House. Yet, that meant it was much easier for her to see things others would overlook in the children, and as a Hufflepuff it was also not all that odd for others on the staff to use her as a sounding board, or just someone to make the appropriate responses during a rant. It made it to where knowing things even those who were supposedly know it alls (Ravenclaws) or sly and cunning (Slytherins) did not know all the easier at times.

Oh for the most part it was usually nothing more outstanding then being able to see and tell when a couple were going to end up separating during a spat, and thus be there to help the broken hearted start to mend, or know which of her fellow staff members was likely in need of off time away from teaching before they snapped.

Now though, as the set of first years that many had been anticipating or dreading began to be sorted, she saw something that would be the start of odd happenings over the next seven years. Mostly she had noticed the way that Dumbledore seemed marginally upset over something before the feast had even begun. Only for that slight frown to grow a little tighter when young Potter was sorted (And of course went right into the House everyone expected him to be in.) and settled quietly into a seat next to young Longbottom. An odd thing really considering how much Dumbledore was likely to invest his time and efforts into helping that boy.

Certainly the child wasn't as rambunctious as his father had been, but she recalled that Lily had been a slightly quiet child and studious for a Gryffindor. Perhaps the uncanny resemblance to James in facial structure had surprised the Headmaster into thinking the boy would be exactly like James in everyway. Not all that surprising, but it would be something of a challenge for some of her fellow professors to not think of the boy as a second James. She'd have to do all she could to not fall for that and just hope Minerva would see past it as well.

Percy Weasley knew he was a bit overly arrogant and overbearing when it came to following rules and regulations, especially when it became a foil to the pranks of Fred and George. He was never going to be as talked about as them, or as popular as his older brothers Bill and Charlie had been when they had been in school, but that was alright in his mind. He wanted to make something of himself in a way that was not labeled as a Weasley trait. He wanted his actions to be just that of Percy and not that of Weasley. It wasn't that he hated his family or anything, but he understood in a way what sort of problems Ronald had and would likely go through being the youngest male of the lot of them. He was easily overlooked by his parents and other relatives due to his quiet nature, and unlike Ronald who took such as a personal affront and challenge to make himself even louder to be heard over the natural noise of such a large family; Percy had gotten quieter as he had gotten older.

His want for neatness and order a complete opposite of practically his entire family who seemed to thrive in controlled chaos and disorganization that came about in a house of rough and tumbling children. He was the odd one, the weirdly made one because no Weasley was quiet and orderly. The child who for the longest time believed there was some sort of odd flickering of silvery light and almost defined shapes that followed him. A sight no one else could see or had, until he came to Hogwarts. Though he had kept quiet about such, but seeing the flickers of such by Potter and Longbottom made him rethink such.

After all if the supposed Savior of the Wizarding world had such, and could possibly see it as well might mean there was something big about the occurrence. Something that would make this age old puzzle be less of a puzzle and more of something to possibly hang on to.

Albus Dumbledore had a vaguely worried feeling ever since the letters had been sent out. He was ever optimistic that Petunia, despite her animosity towards Lily when they had been children would have tempered over time and would do her familial duty when it came to young Harry. However, he had not expected to not need to send anyone to help explain or take the boy into Diagon Alley, add that the key he had kept safe had suddenly dissolved and all his connections to monitoring and keeping the trust fund for young Harry had been severed only made the matter more unsettling. He couldn't have a young boy and his muggle relatives making things harder for him in helping the boy prepare for his final confrontation with Tom.

It was saddening, but he had looked and could only see a sacrifice of life being the only true way for it all to end. Especially once he helped to mold and shape the boy into a beacon of hope for all those who would ally with the Light. Yet, that feeling had made him worry about his plans, and that worry was soon founded the moment he had gotten word that young Harry had not met with the Weasley clan. His first steps in making certain the boy would willingly place himself firmly in the side of Light with his loyalty had been dashed. It was only a small consolation that the boy was sorted properly into Gryffindor, but the spark of youthful defiance that had been his father was not there, the boy acted far too much like his mother had, which would make getting the boy to take the initiative and seek out adventure just that much harder. He couldn't outright show the lad everything, as he wouldn't grow properly if he was coddled and relied on adults.

No, the lack of recklessness and energy was a grave sign that something had gone wrong. He could only hope to find a way to make the boy curious and get him to seek out adventure while making him trust him completely.

He was the only one who could truly bring out the potential in the boy for the coming war.