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Chapter Three

Remus Lupin pretended to be furious as he chases Harry Potter around. The truth is that at nine years old he'd already started to resemble his father, James Potter. He'd taken to Sirius's pranking lessons far too quickly, and his accidental magic seemed to primarily bring itself forth in the form of changing people's hair colors and dropping their trousers.

"Truly, Sirius has unleashed a monstrosity on our society." he wryly thought as he fled to avoid the one on one prank war between Sirius and Harry, although he knew that was futile. They'd always drag him back into it. Their interaction reminded him very much of Sirius and James.

James. His best friend and his family had provided him with help despite the repercussions to their social standing as purebloods. Now they were dead, and he needed to look after their cub. When he had tried to explain pureblood etiquette to Harry, he had spent the entire session dodging pranks. Having made his disinterest clear, Remus had asked Sirius to take on the duty while he had started to show Harry some practical lessons and basic magical theory. But the boy took far more to Sirius' carefree-flowing approach than to Remus' own classroom approach, and since Sirius didn't particularly care to teach, Harry wasn't as advanced as Remus would've hoped. He could just imagine Lily scolding them for the neglect, while Prongs would approve and consider it a good prank.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore had tried interfering in Harry's life a bit. It greatly conflicted Remus. He had first moved to ignore his best friend's wills and place them with muggles whom the will had specifically mentioned must never be his caretakers. Later on, Albus had revealed privately to him and Sirius that Voldemort wasn't dead, and he had wanted to train Harry to be up to the task of being the Chosen One in accordance with the prophecy. This had greatly annoyed Remus, but on the other hand he wanted to teach Harry something too and Dumbledore had agreed he was the prophecy child. No, what had bothered Remus was Dumbledore's belief that only he could make these decisions over Harry by himself. Not that Albus would go out and say such a thing of course, but you heard from his tone of voice and the way he talked to people that his "suggestions" were really demands. Complicating things further for him was the fact that Sirius had not noticed any of this and that Remus greatly owed Albus for letting him into Hogwarts, overriding the Board of Governors of Hogwarts to do so.

'At least he's on our side', Lupin thought. While he wasn't an unquestioning Dumbledore disciple as Weasley, Doge, or Diggle, he firmly believed that Dumbledore was an invaluable asset to the Order of the Phoenix due to his knowledge and his immense skill with a wand, not to mention being the founder of the Order. No matter how much some people disliked Albus Dumbledore, there was not one who wanted to be on the business end of his wand.

It had been Sirius, upon being cleared by Horace Slughorn, that had started them on the path of the life they now led. After being cleared for not being a Death Eater, he had reluctantly taken his place as Lord Black on the Wizengamot and secured the rights to his godson. Dumbledore had objected and believed that Lily's muggle sister's family should raise him, but everyone in the country had affirmatively disagreed. Sirius had every right to raise his godson, and even those not on their side were appalled by the thoughts of a muggle raising the Boy-Who-Lived, especially when he came from a semi-respected Wizarding line.

As beams of light flashed through the room moving increasingly closer to Remus, he decided that focusing on his internal musings could wait until he wasn't being attacked by the two pranklords he lived with.

Garrick Ollivander was busy dealing with the aftermath of his son-in-law's death. He had never cared for the boy even before their betrothal agreements, and to be frank the more he saw him the more his opinion of him worsened. The bride price was good for his finances, but it made him feel no better in dealing with this matter.

Horace Slughorn, on the other hand, was a contemporary whom held his respect. He still had the values and cunning that had seen him fit to be the Head of Slytherin House during his Hogwarts days. Ollivander may have had a place within the Department of Mysteries that he kept hidden from the public, but it was no exaggeration to say that Horace Slughorn was better versed politically than him. He also had immense political knowledge through the connections he had created from his Slug Club. What's more, Slughorn's Wizengamot seat would one day be Hero's. In addition, Horace Slughorn had an intellectual curiosity and understanding of many branches of magic, even if he had always preferred potions.

Ollivander would be lying if he said he was well versed. All of this was to say that he needed the man to still be on his side to help nurture Hero. He wanted his grandson to be well-versed and well educated in magic. Therefore, it was imperative to Ollivander that they had managed release of the tale that led to his son's death in such a way that they would not lose him as an ally. Garrick had told Horace Slughorn that his grandson Hero's accidental magic had killed his son, which was true, so there shouldn't be a problem. Slughorn was not pleased initially, he thought with a slight smirk as he recounted the conversation.

"Garrick, how could I possibly believe this?" Horace protested. "After investigating the body I find it impossible to believe that anything other than the Killing Curse could have done this to my son."

Ollivander replied with a faint frown. "Very well." He slowly raised his wand with a small flourish. "I swear on my life and my magic that it was nothing other than Hero's accidental magic that caused your son's death."

Slughorn waited impatiently. "Well?!" he demanded after a few seconds. Garrick took his sweet time slowly lifting his wand in dramatic fashion.

"Lumos" Garrick enunciated clearly.

Slughorn stared with deep shock as the light sprung forth from the wand just as any lumos spell would, if not a little brighter. Ollivander continued.

"As you know, for this accidental magic to be possible, Hero must've been horribly mistreated." After all, a kid's first form of accidental magic usually isn't the killing curse. "In the meantime, I have decided to take my daughter and her children back under the protection of my own house. There I plan to tutor Hero, as I believe that with proper training he can be a strong and intelligent wizard. Not to mention that with accidental magic this strong he will need a good control of his magic for it to not hurt somebody... he will need to avoid the public until he can have this rectified."

Horace sighed and replied, "That's agreeable… and I agree that this direction is probably for the best, but perhaps I would be able to help in his education and upbringing? He is my heir as well as yours, and you may require some help for the teachings of Hero and his sister. It would also make me feel better to have some way of repaying you after what my offspring did to your family."

Garrick smiled, the man not bothering to defend his son and offering education and protection was a very generous offer and he would be a fool to turn it down. "But of course, Horace, he is your grandchild as well as mine. I'd be more than happy to negotiate with you on lessons…"

Indeed, having Horace Slughorn around had helped lessen the burden that Garrick had to deal with following his daughter and grandchildren moving back in with him. After his wife had died from dragon pox not long after giving birth to Rose, Rose was all he had in his life. While he enjoyed the wand business, he had been mostly withdrawn from all social circles not involving business for the purposes of raising his daughter properly.

Finding out from her as she tearfully recalled her life with Slughorn's traitorous son how he had made her life miserable wasn't a memory he'd soon forget. It also had made him even more paranoid about the rest of the wizarding world. Family always came first to an Ollivander, and it hurt to see that the marriage he had signed off on had produced nothing but grief for Rose. Rose had said that if it weren't for the children, it wouldn't have been worth it. But finally, they had settled into the house.

Hero didn't want any remains of that place short of Tipsy, the loyal house elf who had been one of his few companions throughout his childhood. Diana had not even wanted to move in the house. After putting the kids into bed that fateful night and comforting his daughter, Ollivander wrote a list of what he would like to see Hero taught before coming to Hogwarts.

"Pureblood Etiquette, Politics & Law, Transfiguration, Charms, Defense against the Dark Arts, and Potions." At 9 years old, the boy did not have much time to practice with Garrick before he went off to Hogwarts, and he would not suddenly be a master in making. However, Hero's strong accidental magic indicated that he would have a bigger core than other wizards, which would make it possible that he could perform wand work above his years, and in the end, reach a higher potential than most others. If he were trained properly, that is.

Garrick couldn't help but reminisce on these subjects as he watched his two grandchildren play with their cousin Hannah Abbot in the backyard. His focus was mainly on Hero, wanting to put his grandson in the best possible position before he started Hogwarts. Rose had told him that he was bright and loved books, and since she brought her rather extravagant personal library and Slughorn had brought quite a few books as well, Garrick had found Hero in there quite a bit. Of course, Garrich had made sure the more… dangerous books were out of reach. He had to monitor what Hero had access too until he was older. Yet, Ollivander couldn't help but feel giddy at the prospects of what type of wizard Hero would be when he had grown up and reached his potential.

One Year Later...

"Alright Hero, it's time to review."

"Yes, Grandfather." The young boy said, now ten years of age.

"It's been about a year since I started tutoring you, and although you've made good progress, you must always remember that there is more to learn." he said sagely. Ollivander had given as much time as he could afford to Hero's studies as he could, taking what equated to a year long holiday from his secret job as an Unspeakable to free up his schedule. He wanted him to have a leg up on the other kids- and he had done his damn well best to make sure Hero was more than prepared for anything Hogwarts could throw at him.

"I understand." said Hero, a pleased smile on his face at the praise. Ollivander playfully messed up his grandson's hair with his hand, causing Hero to have to fight him off. He had such an adorable grandson.

Except for the whole… accidentally-killing-your-father-with-magic thing…

Speaking of which, all of Ollivander's efforts to make sure Hero was ready for his societal debut had proven successful. His grandson could behave himself as expected of a member of his station. He had taken the boy with him on his trips around the country collecting wand cores, and he felt it had done a lot to broaden Hero's mind at a young age.

"Your potions skills are well above average, don't forget that. The Professor may favor you and your classmates will be jealous, do not let this distract you from your studies."

Horace Slughorn had paid his debts by tutoring Hero in basic Potions-theory. It had been to Garrick's delight to find that Hero had an eidetic memory much like his own, which meant that all his book study had seen Hero up to what he felt was an above-average level in his theory sections.

"You'll understand this more in time, when you get your wand and grow older, but always remember what I've been telling you. Magic is-"

"All about intent." Hero finishes for him, smiling up at him. Garrick couldn't help but smile back proudly. He had never been a great teacher, but he knew he couldn't have asked for a better student. He knew that learning any wand techniques and forms would be child's play for the boy as soon as he got his wand. He himself was a master of it, and teaching his curious young grandson hadn't proven difficult, although progress was greatly limited by Hero not owning a wand yet, and some things wouldn't catch on until Hero grew older and his magical core expanded naturally.

"I've kept you out of the public's eyes, and I believe this… social distancing has been good for you, but I believe it's time for you to step out into the light."

He had his sister Diana and cousin Hannah, but at school he was going to need friends. In addition, Garrick believed that Hero entering society was going to lead to him and Horace needing to be more active in the political arena to protect Hero and his family from any interests Hero would take up in the future. That challenge was for another day though. Today was about setting up his amazing grandson for a bright future.

"Let's recall what you've learned about the other pureblood families."

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