Chapter 1:

Harrison James Potter woke with a start, he'd had another dream, well, it was a memory really of the night Voldemort had attacked his family. The dream consisted of a cold laugh and green light, nothing more, yet it chilled him to the bone every time. It was the night that ruined Harrison's life, his parents were nearly killed and his brother hailed the saviour of the wizarding world.

He stood from the bed, stretching as he walked into his bathroom and ran a hand over his face as he looked in the mirror to the same reflection he saw every morning. Dark hair, it wasn't scruffy like his Father and brother but had more of a curl, straight from the Black side of his family. High cheekbones and bright green eyes, the perfect heir to a pureblood line. He sighed and brushed his teeth, banishing all thought of his dream before returning to his room to get dressed.

He chose a pair of black trousers and a dark green button-down along with his favourite dragon hide boots and made his way down to breakfast.

His mother, Lily was stood at the oven when he walked into the kitchen, she was flipping pancakes and humming along to the radio, seemingly in a world of her own, she turned around only as he sat at the small table in the middle of the room.

'Morning Harry, you're up early, hungry?'

He offered her a small smile and nodded, taking the plate of bacon and scrambled eggs from her, his favourite.

'I couldn't' sleep' He explained, she nodded knowingly.

'Excited?'

Before he could reply there was a tap at the window, their owl, Godric, stood at the window, Lily opened it with a flick of her wand and he flew in, dropping the letters on the table and flying over to his perch. At that same moment, his father, James, walked through the kitchen door, his hair stood up and he looked half asleep. Harrison watched as he grabbed a coffee from the kitchen side and kissed Lily on the head before turning towards him with a smile.

'Are you going to open it or wait and see if it opens itself?' He teased gesturing towards the letters in front of him.

Harrison lifted the letter addressed to him and sliced it open with his breakfast knife

*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 1st September. We await your owl by no later than 31st July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

He smiled as he read the words, he would finally be going to Hogwarts, he could make a name for himself there, be finally known as more than just the brother of the boy who lived. Harrison quickly scribbled a reply and passed it to his mother to owl.

'Can we go to Diagon Alley today?' he looked towards his father

'Yes, I think today would be best, it should be fairly quiet, I'll go and floo Moony and Padfoot, see if they want to join us' James looked considerably more awake now and made his way over to the fireplace in the corner of the room.

Harrison finally settled down to his breakfast, accepting the pumpkin juice from his mother and taking a rather large gulp.

CRASH

'Nick's awake' he drawled, snickering as his mother sighed

'Every morning' she muttered almost to herself

Harrison turned as the kitchen door opened with a bang, there stood his brother, wearing jeans and a faded Cannon's t-shirt with a large stain on the front, you wouldn't think they were twins. His hair stuck up in every way possible, his face held a more rounded shape and the green of his eyes faded slightly behind the glasses he wore. The scar that everyone knew so well covered half of his forehead, Harrison too had a scar from that night, although his wasn't on view and only his family knew he had one at all. His scar wasn't as distinctive as his brothers, it resided on his chest, just above his heart and was curved, almost an 'S' shape that Harrison was rather fond of. The whiteness of it stood out against his tanned skin, he was the only one who saw it though as it was a rare occasion for him to remove his shirt in public.

'Morning' he half yawned, his eyes scanning the kitchen, doing a double take as he noticed the letters on the table.

'Hogwarts?' his eyes brightened at the thought and he darted forward to snatch the envelope bearing his name and ripped it open carelessly.

'I got in!' Harrison rolled his eyes, muttering a sarcastic remark that earned him a glare from his twin.

'I bet I'll be on the Quidditch team straight away! And I'll win the cup for Gryffindor every year and…'

Harrison tuned out Nick's childish bragging and turned back to his Hogwarts letter, looking instead at the equipment list also enclosed.

*First year students will require:

Uniform

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)

Please note that all students' clothes should carry name-tags at all times

Books

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

Other Equipment

1 Wand

1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 Set of glass or crystal phials

1 Telescope

1 set of brass scales

Students may also bring an Owl OR a Cat OR a Toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEAR STUDENTS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

'Looks like you're out of luck Nick, first years aren't allowed brooms'

Nick stopped his rambling about all the pranks he was going to play on Slytherins to look at his own equipment list.

'Harry's right Nick, you're supposed to focus on settling in at Hogwarts, getting used to the lessons and making friends in your first year, besides, Quidditch is far too dangerous for an 11-year-old to be playing' Nick looked at his mum in both shock and outrage.

'But I'm amazing at flying, Dad's been teaching me for as long as I can remember, I won't fall off!'

'It doesn't matter how good you are Nicky' Lily soothed 'There are older students playing, and it can get very rough, you can try out in your second year, just focus on other things this year darling'

Nick looked as though he would argue back when their father walked back through the door followed by his two friends.

'Uncle Siri! Uncle Remus!' Nick ran towards the two men, tackling them for a hug.

'Good morning to you too Nick' Sirius laughed

'Right then, Nick dear, go and change into a clean shirt and then we can leave, we'll wait by the floo'

'Morning Harry, excited to go to Diagon Alley?' Remus questioned as he took the mug of coffee, nodding his thanks to Lily

'Good morning Uncle Remus, and yes, I can't wait to finally have a wand' Harrison couldn't believe the day was finally here, he'd imagined his wand every day that he could remember, practising spells with sticks in the garden whilst his father and brother amused themselves with Quidditch.

Nick came running back into the kitchen, this time sporting a clean red t-shirt with a picture of a lion on it. James took this cue to grab a handful of floo powder from the small pot, stood in the fireplace and dropped the powder

'The Leaky Cauldron!' and with that he promptly disappeared in a flash of green flame.

Sirius went next, followed by Remus, Harrison took the next spot and appearing the other end in the familiarly dark yet somewhat comforting pub. He quickly stepped out of the fireplace to make room for his brother and mother to join them, taking the time to brush any dust from his clothes.

Once they'd all arrived and cleaned up, the small group made their way through the pub and out into the back where they faced a brick wall and waited for James to tap out the correct pattern with his wand, as soon as he did, the bricks began to shift, forming an archway to the alley.

'I'll never get tired of that sight' His mother sighed lovingly

It was quite a sight, the hustle and bustle of the market stalls surrounding the shops wound their way up the cobbled street. Witches and Wizards of every kind rushing about, it was a lot quieter than usual, which was just what the family had wanted. Lily and James to avoid the press and constant stopping for Nick to greet fans, and Harrison disliked being ignored during these events, so the quiet shopping day was to everyone's approval.

'Okay, Gringotts is the first stop' James announced, taking the lead towards the bank, Nick and Lily at his side. Remus and Sirius followed, on high alert for any danger that might befall them. Harrison walked a slower pace behind his family, choosing instead to gaze into each shop he walked past, decided what he might buy later on.

They entered the bank and walked straight to the back, where sat Griphook, the goblin in control of both the Black and Potter estate.

'Good morning Griphook' James greeted 'my sons would like to make a withdrawal'

He presented the correct keys and Griphook nodded, gesturing them to follow him. They did, and entered the caverns that held the fortunes of the Wizarding world, Harrison was suddenly glad he hadn't eaten much breakfast as they approached the rail cart, they all despised. Harrison noted Nick and Lily slowly turning a shade of green as they rode deeper into the caves, he knew Nick would aim towards him if he were sick and so was very glad when the cart pulled to a stop.

'Vault number 687!' Griphook approached the door, key in hand, this was Harrison's trust vault. He stepped forwards and the door opened, reflecting a warm glow from the gold held within. His father had explained to him a few years ago everything he needed to know about this vault. It would fill to the sum of 50,000 Galleons every year on his birthday and that was all the money he could spend for the year; his Hogwarts tuition also came from the vault. When he reached the age of 17, the amount would increase to 100,000 as he was the heir to the Potter family, he would also gain one of the family's 5 seats on the Wizengamot so that he would be prepared to take over when his father died. Nick's vault however, would remain at the sum of 50,000 per year, and being only a scion of the Potters, their father would have to manually fill the trust vault after he reached majority. Harrison was also, upon his birth, appointed the heir to the Black family and would receive 100,000 and then 200,000 from Sirius once he was 17, along with another 2 seats on the Wizengamot.

Harrison stepped inside his vault and began filling a small pouch with gold. The pouch had unbreakable, feather light, and bottomless charms on it, as well as a blood protection so that only he or one of his bloodlines could open it. Once he had a considerable amount of money, and the vault nearly empty he left the vault, nodding to Griphook on his way out. The family then waited as Nick went into the next vault down, number 688 to retrieve his own money.

They took the ride back to the surface and thanked Griphook for his time.

'Okay then' James said clapping his hands together

'Where do you want to go first?' Looking at Harrison and Nick in turn.

'Ollivanders!' They said in unison, for once actually sounding like twins

Sirius laughed 'Well then, what are we waiting for, we've got two pups that need wands!' and with that he promptly grabbed Nick's arm, pulling him on his back and running down the street. Remus shook his head, a fond smile on his face and they all followed the pair.