A/N: Sorry it took so long for the second chapter. It's really hard for me to write non-Hogwarts content but don't worry! We'll be traveling to Hogwarts in a chapter or two. Also, to the people that feel the need to hate. I'm fine if you don't like my story but at least give constructive criticism instead of just saying "this is bad lol." Anyways, without further ado here we go! Also, thanks to everyone that messaged me about the messed up formatting I'm not quite sure what happened.

Harry was quick to learn that Perenelle, Dorea, and Charlus were all slave drivers. Harry was worked to the point of exhaustion as he practiced both the theoretical and practical portions of the subjects he was allowed to study, yet that wasn't all. After watching Pensieve memories of some of the duels Perenelle had taken part in Harry was eager to learn how to duel. There was something about the graceful dance of battle that just seemed to enamor Harry. So it was with this awe that Harry requested that he be taught how to duel.

"Very well. I will teach you how to duel Harry." Perenelle replied, a slight smirk appearing on her beautiful face.

"Really? You'll teach me? Does that mean I can finally get a wand?" Harry asked eagerly.

Perenelle just chuckled in response, "No, first in order to duel you must be taught how to fight both with and without a weapon."

So it was then that Harry started to realize just how big of a mistake it was to ask the Lady Flamel for her help. Harry went to bed both mentally and physically exhausted day after day as he learned all forms of martial arts, jujitsu, muay Thai, tae kwon do, karate, boxing, aikido and more.

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Eventually, Harry's 10th birthday came around and he was joined by Perenelle as they ventured down Diagon Alley. Despite Harry's reservations, Perenelle was adamant that they get his wand from Ollivanders as he was the premier wandmaker in Europe. So that was how they found themselves venturing into the old, decrepit looking shop; the very same shop that Harry used to run deliveries for only a year ago.

"Ah, young Harry! How are you? It's been a while." Ollivander greeted as he came out from his office in the back.

"I've been good Mr. Ollivander, thank you," Harry replied calmly, as he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, the only sign displaying his nervousness of finally getting his own wand.

"That's good to hear, we have missed you here at the alley. To think that only a year ago-"

"Yes, yes that's nice and all but let's see about getting Hadrian a wand of his own hm? And do your best to keep this secret or my displeasure will make itself known. " Perenelle cut the wandmaker off, her impatience making itself known.

"Of course Madame Flamel," Ollivander replied with a bow, knowing the power of the aged sorceress before him. "Now, let's see Mr. Potter, which arm is your wand arm?"

Harry's eyes widened slightly, he didn't think anyone in the alley knew his surname. "I'm ambidextrous sir but h-how did you know?"

"I know everyone that enters my store, but don't worry. I am obligated to keep all secrets of my customers save special circumstances. Now let's see. Hmmm… try this, holly, unicorn hair, 10 and ¾ inches." Ollivander replied, handing Harry a wand. Harry barely waved it before it was snatched out of his hand by Ollivander "No, no. Here try this one."

And so the process went for nearly an hour before Ollivander ventured into his office, returning with an old wand smoother than any Harry had used previously. "Try this Mr. Potter, Elder wood, 11 and ¼ inches, with a core of a basilisk venom coated thunderbird feather." Harry waved the wand and, with a brilliant flash of light, the store started to return to its former state with all of the failed wands returning to their places on the shelves. "I do believe Mr. Potter," Ollivander stated, "That this wand was made for you. It was made centuries ago by one of my ancestors. He was a personal friend of the Slytherin family and was given the basilisk venom by them. I do believe we can expect great things from you."

Harry gave a stunned nod before paying Ollivander for both his wand and a wand holster. "Well… that was interesting." Harry said. Perenelle only laughed in response.

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Harry was a quick learner, especially thanks to his occlumency, and within months Harry had achieved the same level of learning with a wand as a fourth-year while his non-wand related subjects had progressed onto that of a 6th year. It was then that Perenelle decided to challenge Harry even further. "I will not be teaching you any further until you can perform every spell silently," Perenelle instructed.

"But.. why?!" Harry asked in a combination of shock and outrage.

"If you wish to have any success on the dueling circuit you must be proficient in silent casting. After all, it's much easier to defend yourself when your opponent is shouting out their spells." Perenelle replied evenly. And so Harry threw himself back into his work, learning how to silently cast his spells with the help of both Dorea and Charlus. It was during one such session that Dorea brought up an interesting point. "James will be bringing young Andrew to us soon. Charlus here wanted to scream louder than a howler at him for his disgusting neglect but I realized that you might want something different."

Harry stood, deep in thought before replying coldly, "It won't matter one way or the other if you yell at him I doubt it will change his attitude. No need for you to do anything about it. Thank you though." And with that Harry, turned ready to continue his training, unaware of the pitying looks he was receiving from the portraits.

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3 years later…

(A/N: Just for clarification Harry has just finished his second year and is now approaching his 13th birthday.)

Harry looked around platform 9 ¾ in apparent disinterest as children greeted loving parents after having been away for 10months. "Are you alright Harry?" A soft voice asked. Harry looked to his right where the speaker stood. She stood around 5'1 with a fair complexion and hazel brown eyes. She had long straight navy hair that could almost be mistaken for black.

"Hm? Oh yes, don't worry Callista. I'm quite alright." Harry replied. "Say aren't those your parents? Why don't you go greet them." Harry said pointing out a couple dressed in muggle clothes. Callista gave Harry a questioning glance, which he responded to with a nod before she ran over to her parents, both of whom greeted her with enthusiastic hugs.

Harry continued to look around, spotting his friends eagerly greeting their families. However, before he could get lost in his thoughts a blonde-haired girl approached him. "Come, Potter, my parents insist on you joining us for dinner and they won't take no for an answer." Harry just gave a defeated sigh, knowing that arguing with either Daphne Greengrass or her parents would be in vain. He took the hand that she had offered. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl led him to her parents both of whom greeted him energetically.

Cyrus Greengrass was a middle-aged man who headed the neutral faction of the Wizengamot and ran a profitable import and exporting business which was used by many potion masters and wandmakers. He looked almost nothing like his eldest daughter save for his light blue eyes which they both shared. The Lord Greengrass had salt and pepper hair and a broad frame. His wife, on the other hand, had a slim frame with blond hair and regal looking features, making it obvious where most of Daphne's looks came from.

"Oh Harry, how have you been?" Elizabeth Greengrass greeted. "Do you need more galleons? Has your family been treating you well? If not let me know and I'll make sure to talk with them." She continued quickly.

Harry blushed in response, unused to the attention "I-I'm fine Lady Greengrass thank you. And I still have some galleons leftover from the beginning of the year. As for my family, they've been treating me… fine. Thank you, though."

"It would seem, dear mother, that you have forgotten about your eldest daughter who you have not seen in months." Daphne sarcastically. Elizabeth blushed in embarrassment before going ahead and assaulting Daphne with a similar line of questions, missing the grateful look Harry sent Daphne's way. Cyrus chuckled at the scene before him as he pulled out a portkey, making sure that Astoria was still with him. The poor girl had taken to hiding behind his robes, too nervous to greet her crush. "Harry, Daphne, could you please go get the Campbells? They'll be taking the portkey with us to the manor. The Barberises and Bells will meet us there." Cyrus instructed. The two gave him a quick nod before hurrying over to get Callista and her parents.

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Harry stepped out of the floo smoothly, the sun having long past set on Potter Manor, as he made his way to his room. However, just as he went to enter his room he noticed a pair of emerald green eyes, much like his own staring at him. "Rose? What are you doing out of bed?" Harry asked as he picked up his 2-year-old sister.

"Wai-wait for Hawwy to come back." Rose yawned as she ran a hand through her dark red hair.

Harry could only chuckle as he kissed his younger sister on the forehead before tucking her into bed. He was convinced Rose was a genius, having mastered most of the English language at such a young age and she had already shown signs of accidental magic. "Goodnight Rose," Harry whispered as he shut her door behind him.

Harry then proceeded into his room, quickly getting undressed and sliding under the sheets as the land of Morpheus overtook him.

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Harry woke up the next morning to find Rose banging at his door. "Rose, what did I say about waking me up before 8 am?" Harry asked with an eyebrow raised.

Rose had a thoughtful look on her face before looking up at her eldest brother, "That Rosey don't do it?"

Harry nodded his head in confirmation. "That's right because otherwise, you might not get your gift." He said as he reached behind him, pulling out a princess doll. "Lucky for you, I'm in a good mood today." Harry finished with a smile as he presented his sister with the doll.

"Rosey princess! Rosey princess!" Rose chanted as she danced around the room with the doll in her hand. Harry just chuckled as he escorted her out of his room before hopping in the shower.

Once he finished his shower Harry got dressed and headed downstairs, quickly heading to the floo as he had heard voices in the kitchen. In a flash of green Harry vanished, off to Flamel Manor.

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"So Harry, how was your school year?" Perenelle asked inwardly surprised at how different the boy had become over the past two years. When he had left for his first year at Hogwarts Harry had been a cold shut off boy who only cared about himself and his growth as a wizard. However, over the past two years, Harry had grown and become more kind and caring to those he was close to, however, he still kept his cold, aloof mask for those he didn't know.

"It was good, I was able to finally convince Flitwick to start up a dueling club and I was able to beat most of the 6th years and even a few 7th years. The girls and I also discovered that Hagrid has been keeping an acromantula nest in the forbidden forest for some reason." Harry replied, scowling at the memory of Aragog and his children. Perenelle raised an eyebrow in amusement at the young boy.

"I see… well then, we'll have to work on enhancing your dueling techniques. You have plenty of power, we just need to work on your strategy. We'll also be starting the process of unlocking your animagus form." Harry merely nodded in response, already knowing to expect an intense summer of training.

A/N: And there you have it! I hinted at some of Harry's friends a couple of which I'm borrowing from Harry Potter, Rise From Dust but I'll also be using other characters so don't worry. Also to be clear, Harry is two years older than Andrew, the boy-who-lived. So when Andrew enters his first year Harry will be entering his third year.