Harry apprehensively watched as the owl came to a landing right in front of him. Reflexively, he petted the common barn owl as it hooted in appreciation. In one swift motion, he untied the letter and then proceeded to unveil its contents.

Out loud, he read,

"Dear Mr Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress"

Nico peered from over his shoulder to read the rest of its contents, growing more confused as he read through the materials required for a first year.

"Pewter cauldron? A set of wizarding robes? Where in Hades are you supposed to get all this? Ebay?" Nico questioned humorously. "If this Hogwarts really is this much of a joke, you'd be better of going to a normal American high school."

Harry swatted him away and frowned in thought. 'It seems like it's time for me to return to the Wizarding World- to my family.' At that, he made a disgusted face. He absolutely dreaded the moment when he would see his so-called 'family' again.

Harry turned to Nico and said simply, "Seems like I'll be going to Hogwarts. See you in the break!"

Overhearing Harry, the Stoll brothers- Harry's closest friends- rushed over.

"WHAT? YOU'RE LEAVING?" exclaimed both Travis and Connor as they dramatically wept and rubbed at their eyes.

Harry sighed. Though they were overdramatic at times, they were still his best friends- the only people who could match his affinity for pranks and mischief.

"It's only for a while…" said Harry exasperatedly.

Travis and Connor looked at each other sadly and their faces turned grim. "We'll miss you but we know how much this means to you. Just don't forget to write!"

"How could I?" laughed Harry as he packed away the letter and swiftly wrote his reply.

"Here, girl. To Hogwarts," Harry said softly as he finished tying his written reply on the outstretched leg of the owl.

After packing his things and saying his goodbyes, Harry left Camp Half Blood without a backwards glance and with a determined look on his face.

"I will make them regret ever abandoning me," Harry whispered through gritted teeth.

With that he entered the shadows and reappeared at a distinctly familiar pub called, "The Leaky Cauldron."

Harry sniffed. "Still as filthy as I remember," he said disdainfully as he stepped inside.

Quickly before anyone could have a good look at his face, he pulled up his hood and manipulated the shadows to obscure his face. This way nobody would be able to recognize him or feel the need to involve him in any kind of conversation.

Swiftly, he walked towards the entrance to Diagon Alley and channeled magic to his finger as he tapped the oh-so-secret code.

Seeing the brick walls open up to reveal the bustling hub of Diagon Alley, you would expect one to be in awe or to feel some type of excitement. However, Harry only felt dread as he knew that soon enough he would have to face his family.

Harry briskly walked towards his first stop, Ollivander's, making sure not to bump unnecessarily to anyone and to avoid confrontation. After what seemed like hours, he finally found the shop only to freeze in surprise as a strange grey-haired man slid into view.

Snapping out of his shock, Harry reigned in his surprise and asked calmly, "Mr. Ollivander I presume?"

The old man looked at him strangely, conflict in his eyes as if he were deciding the fate of his life until he finally replied,"You presume correctly, Mr. Potter. Or should I say, son of Hades?"

Not being able to conceal his shock, Harry felt a small bead of sweat trail down his neck and asked, "And how did you know that, sir? I did not think my parentage was common knowledge…"

Mr. Ollivander hmm-ed and simply said, "If you live as long as I have, you get to know many things."

Wanting to get out of the shop as soon as possible Harry said, "Well should we get on with the choosing of the wand?"

As if snapping out of a reverie, Mr. Ollivander smiled, "Quite right you are, Mr. Potter."

He turned his back and went to the back of the shop, fishing multiple long boxes which Harry suspected contained wands.

After trying most of the wands brought out, Mr Ollivander tutted and said, "Tricky customer, eh? I wonder…"

Mr Ollivander brought out an old dusty box, revealed the wand and said, "Well give it a wave."

Wanting this whole ordeal to be over, Harry snatched the wand and channeled his magic through it, expecting failure like all the other wands. However, this wand didn't fail- it felt great even.

Harry looked on in awe as a light appeared above him as wind flowed all around him, seemingly caressing him. He did not even realize that he was sporting a wide grin on his face until Mr Ollivander said, "Curious...very curious."

"I'm sorry but what's curious?" asked Harry.

"It's very curious how that wand's core is a phoenix feather and a feather from the very same phoenix resides in the core of the wand who's owner gave you that scar," said Mr Ollivander smiling eerily.

'Lord Voldemort…' Harry thought as he frowned in thought. 'Brother wands. What does this mean?'

"That would be seven sickles," Mr Ollivander chirped in interrupting Harry's confused thoughts.

Absentmindedly, Harry digged around his pouch for some wizarding currency he's saved over the years. He then placed the correct amount of sickles in Mr Ollivander's waiting hand and exited the shop.

It's been a while. Got a review saying they loved the story and wanted more. I was tipsy and bored, so here we are? May edit and refine this chapter later on.