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Also, no Beta, so all grammar and spelling problems are mine.

Chapter 1: Introduction to the Wizarding World

"Harry - yer a wizard," said the giant man standing in anger in the middle of the hut. Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin cowered against the walls and he couldn't help but stare at the pig tail and snout that had been transfigured on Dudley. Not waiting for a reply from the Harry, Hagrid continued. "An' a thumpin' good 'un, I'd say, once yeh trained up in magic o'bit."

The dark haired child being addressed flinched at the M word. The fire in the grate flickered before turning blue and the shadows cast by the change in lighting took on a sinister feeling. He let out a whimper then backed away from the giant man whose fur coat seemed to writhe as though alive at the result of the change in lighting. The bearded man sneered suddenly and loomed larger.

"What? Need to learn another less'n now, freak?" Hagrid said, his voice sounding more like his uncle's only with the added accent. "'Ogwarts ken teach yer real good, boy."

Harry shook his head no vehemently even as he scrambled back up against the cold and damp wall of the hut. "P-please, I'll be good," he whimpered, in fear of this huge stranger and of the terrifying situation. His eyes widened in shock when he heard mocking laughter come from those that had been cowering just a moment ago against the wall.

"Oh no, boy. We're getting rid of you now, and this man looks like he'll be able to straighten you out for good," his uncle gloated with his own sneer, making Dudley squeal then snort louder like a pig. "We spent years trying to stamp the freakishness out of you, but it didn't work. I'm sure this savage can do it."

Harry shook head head harder in a silent plea of no, please don't! even as he pressed his body harder against the rough wall of the hut when Hagrid took a couple steps forward and reached out his huge hand to grab Harry by the head to take him away…

In a small hut on an island in the middle of the atlantic, Harry Potter woke up gasping and shivering.

Hagrid woke up to the sounds of muffled gasping and chattering teeth and stirred slightly from where he had fallen asleep on the couch the night before to look at the source of the noise through sleep-slitted eyes. He could see Harry's outline shivering underneath his huge fur coat. The sight caused him to frown with puzzlement. Surely, the boy wasn't cold?

Being a gamekeeper for several decades now, he was used to caring for injured and sick creatures from the forest which is why he was able to stir so easily though the distressed sounds Harry was making was nearly nonexistent. After almost a minute passed, the shivering stopped when a tapping at the window from an owl began. Hagrid relaxed his body and kept his eyes almost completely closed to see what Harry's reaction would be.

He saw the kid sit upright quickly, brilliant emerald eyes darting about the room as though checking for danger, then he looked surprised at the fur coat that had fallen into his lap and stared at it for a few seconds. However, Harry immediately scrambled up when the owl's insistent tapping continued and he stood on his toes to throw open the window.

The Daily Prophet's mail owl flew in and dropped the paper onto Hagrid's back. He managed to stop his amused snort before Harry could realize he was awake. He watched as the kid turned in time from the window where he was drawing fresh sea air into his lungs to see the owl begin to savagely attack the coat.

"Hagrid? There's an owl-" the young voice began when he noticed the owl attacking the coat.

"Pay 'im," Hagrid interrupted with a mumble into the couch cushion.

Harry looked lost for a moment. "I...uh...don't have money," he replied nervously.

The huge man waved - or rather, flopped- a hand in the direction of his coat and he saw Harry involuntarily flinch at the motion. It was a curious reaction, so he distracted the kid with more information to watch him longer. " 'E wants payin fer the paper. Look in the pockets... it'ller be five knuts. That is, the bronze 'uns."

Harry relaxed again then crept towards the coat and Hagrid shifted quietly to watch the small and timid figure that seemed to be intimidated by the owl that had moved back to glare menacingly. He watched Harry give a small sigh, and Hagrid was about to sit up, but the child surprised him by lunging forward to search through pockets quickly. A sound of jingling coins showed the fruits of the endeavor, and the boy quickly counted out and deposited five knuts into the coin pouch on the owl's leg so it could take off.

The most surprising part was what Harry did after. He shoved the rest of the money back into the pocket as though the coins were on fire.

Now, Hagrid knew he wasn't the brightest man in the world. He also knew it probably came from his giant genes as well. But those same genes had also given him an affinity for animals, especially magical ones, and as such, he could read body language pretty well. He could tell since the night before there was something wrong with the boy, but he had figured it was the shock of finding out about the truth. Dumbledore had warned him that the kid might have been ignorant of the wizarding world, having grown up with muggles. But still, the sense of wrongness scratched at him. The boy acted more like a puppy expecting punishment rather than an excited child looking forward to the day.

Hagrid sat up with a stretch and a yawn deciding he should stop acting while he watched Harry watch the owl fly out of the window. "Time ter be off," he said when Harry's wide green eyes were back turned to him. "Got ter get yer school supplies." And he'll have more time to observe and see if he can figure out what it is the boy is expecting to go wrong.

"Uhm..." Harry started in a downcast voice, his brilliant green eyes dropping to look at the floor. "I... don't have any money, sir. And you heard my uncle last night. He won't pay for me to learn m-magic."

Hagrid brightened momentarily. Ah, this was what was wrong, he thought he had no money! "Tha's not a problem!" he said with a large grin to put Harry at ease. "Ya did'n' think yer parents would ya with nothin' did yeh?"

Harry's brow furrowed a little bit as he looked up at the smiling man, his demeanor not changed. "But... their house was destroyed..." he said hesitantly.

"They didn' leave gold in the house," Hagrid said exuberantly, trying to coax the boy out of his shell. "Nah. Firs' stop fer us will be Gringotts. That's the wizarding bank! Eat some sausage first, and I would'na say no ter some o' yeh birthday cake too."

Harry nodded then gave the big man a small smile back. "Wizards have banks?" he asked uncertainly before his eyes flickered to Hagrids large hands even while he reached out to take a sausage. The smallest one.

Hagrid glanced at his own hands for a moment even has he nodded without losing his friendly expression, wondering why the boy still looked like he was cornered. "Just the one. It's run by goblins," he replied back and grabbed a couple sausages himself before gesturing to the rest. "Eat more, if yeh want tah. We got a busy day today!"

The raven haired boy nodded again and took another even as he asked about goblins. Hagrid told him a bit about them to keep him occupied, urging more food throughout the conversation. Wasn't Harry too skinny for a boy his age? The baggy clothes and bad lighting last night had hid it the boy's physical condition from him. He didn't think James was this small when he started Hogwarts all those years ago, but maybe it came from Lily's side. She always was dainty.

His studying continued even after while he kept talking to the child on their trip to the Leaky Cauldron, taking the boat so the awful muggles would have to find their own damned way off the unwelcoming island, and he noticed a pattern.

One, the boy would flinch, or hide a flinch anytime he mentioned the word magic.

Two, the boy wasn't showing the normal amount of curiosity. It was like he was afraid of asking questions.

Three, Harry would glance at his hands often. He hadn't figured the why of that one yet; it wasn't as though he'd hit him!

Four, the boy would tense up anytime he was touched.

Five, his clothes and shoes didn't fit him. As a matter of fact, what he was wearing reminded him of people like Mundungus Fletcher; second hand and oft-mended clothes that would have been discarded or used for rags by others. The way the child's eyes darted around warily didn't help with that impression either.

Hagrid frowned slightly as he struggled to put his observations together when they approached the Leaky Cauldron. It was like the boy didn't really believe him and expected something bad to happen. Hagrid wondered why Dumbledore would send him to fetch Harry Potter when normally it was done by a head of house, then puffed up proudly when he recalled it's because the headmaster trusted him with only the most important tasks! Like what he was to pick up at the bank as well.

"Right this way, 'Arry," Hagrid said, pleased, as he opened the door to the busy pub, then herded the boy inside.

Hagrid smiled wider and stroked his beard when Harry gaped as his eyes took in the details. Finally, an honest to goodness normal reaction! He reached out to lead the boy inside and noted that he didn't flinch away when he places his hand on the small shoulder to guide him inside farther. He was so absorbed in making sure that Harry stayed safe that he didn't notice the numerous greetings directed at him, but when Tom called out to him when they were halfway to the back door, he looked up and shook his head.

"Not t'day, Tom," Hagrid boomed out cheerfully. "Here on 'Ogwart's business." He clapped Harry's shoulder, and all eyes turned to look at the suddenly uncomfortable boy.

"Dear me," said one woman who had a small cup in front of her as she squinted and leaned forward to stare at him disbelievingly.

"Is that... Harry Potter?" asked a man, a note of wonder in his voice.

Harry stiffened in shock and Hagrid realized he might have made a Big Mistake when he felt that. As people came closer to greet Harry, they didn't even seem to notice his lack of response. Instead, they grabbed up his small hand to shake it while talking and introducing themselves. He grew alarmed when Harry's slight form started shaking, recognizing a panic attack for what it was, and he was about to pull the boy out of the crowd when Dedalus Diggle's excited handshaking pulled the boy away from his grasp.

"I'm all aflutter to meet you!" the wizard started to exclaim as an introduction, but he stopped when Harry cried out. Glasses on the bar exploded with accidental magic from Harry's panic attack, and the young boy curled up into a small ball with his arms over his head and began to whimper. Hagrid's heart sunk at the sight.

"I'm s-sorry, please, I didn't m-mean to. It's not my fault, I d-didn't do it," he stammered to the suddenly silent and shocked pub. Everyone was so surprised that they didn't notice another pair of eyes watching the boy in a calculating manner.

An elderly woman turned to glare at Hagrid and he couldn't help but take a step back. "What is the meaning of this, Hagrid?" she demanded angrily. "The-boy-who-lived safe? Where did Dumbledore keep him?!" The rest of the bar began to angrily mutter and Harry took the small reprieve to back up under a table where he wrapped his arms around his knees while shivering.

"Madam Marchbanks, Dumbledore knew what 'e was doing," Hagrid replied back in a placating manner even as he squashed a niggle of doubt in his mind. "Can't tell yer who the muggle family is, though."

"Muggles?! Raised Harry Potter?" exclaimed another witch whose long stemmed pipe had gone out a while ago. "Any wizarding family would have taken him in!"

Hagrid couldn't conceal the wince from his slip and his own anxiety increased as his eyes scanned about where he thought where the boy might be. "Yeh, but they were 'is family!" he defended before spotting the the curled up form and moved through the crowd to reach for him. "Got ter go now, we gotta do the school shopping, yeh know."

Hagrid stooped to pick Harry up, and he gathered the small body against him protectively. "Shhh, not gonna hurt yeh, 'Arry," he said softly when he heard the muffled cry of fear, and then, in a louder voice he told reassured everyone else. "See? No harm done, boy's jus' not used ter large crowds."

Though the glares directed at the half-breed giant didn't lessen, they reluctantly parted to let him start for the back door. "Don't think I won't be bringing this up to the next Wizengamot meeting, Hagrid," Griselda Marchbanks said. "You make sure you tell Dumbledore that, too! He told us Harry was being kept in a safe place, but the boy doesn't look like it!"

Hagrid nodded and quickly left with the shivering boy in his arms before the crowd could get angrier and sighed with relief when he got to the wall where he could open the path into Diagon Alley. "Yeh okay, 'Arry?" he asked softly.

Harry took a deep breath to steady himself then nodded quietly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he said quietly, refusing to meet the worried brown eyes once he was lowered back onto his feet.

Hagrid glanced around then kneeled down to present himself smaller. He deliberated a moment and wondered how to pose the next question so that the frightened boy wouldn't run or clam up. "Ain't gonna hurt yah, 'Arry," he said gently, using the same tone he used when reassuring a wild creature he needed to get close to to inspect. "I'm a big man, but ain't hurt a soul in me life. Did... the Dursley's hurt yeh?"

Harry stared down at the ground and shrugged his shoulders even as he scrunched his shoulders up smaller. Almost a minute of silence passed before green eyes glanced up through his bangs to look at Hagrid, then he quickly looked away again uncertainly. Hagrid waited another several seconds patiently then let out a quiet breath and tried to pat Harry on the head gently. Harry shied back a couple steps. "Can't help yeh if you don't talk ter me," he tried coaxing. "I won't tell anyone unless yer want me to."

He watched as Harry took a another deep breath and waited once again for a reply. His patience was finally rewarded when eyes filled with a fragile trust met his own that didn't look away this time.

"Sometimes," the boy admitted quietly while he shoved his hands in his pockets. "But... Only when I am being a freak."

Hagrid blinked and grew angry, but he calmed his emotions down when he saw the scared boy about to run. "Nah, not mad at yeh," he said quickly, then shook his head and got to thinking. "Bein' a freak? Like... doing magic?"

Harry flinched at the word once again before giving a hesitant nod. "I didn't know it was... m-magic. Not until last night, anyway." Harry waited to see what Hagrid's reply would be, his body language still poised for flight despite the reassurance given.

Hagrid relaxed his body more and slowly turned his palms upwards to show he wasn't going to harm the boy. "Tha's not yer fault, 'Arry," he explained. "It 'appens to all magical kids. Why yah go to 'Ogwarts, ter learn to train and control it." Hagrid held his breathe and waited to see what Harry's response would be, knowing he was in a delicate state of mind.

Harry swallowed hard when he was told that it wasn't his fault and he looked Hagrid in the eyes again with hope blossoming in his heart. "All kids?" he asked timidly, and when Hagrid gave a solemn, he saw the boy relax like a great weight had been partially lifted off of the small shoulders. Harry hesitated a second, then dropped his eyes and started to pluck at the hem of his over large shirt.

"Wha' is it, 'Arry?" Hagrid asked, seeing that the boy wanted to ask something more. "Yeh can ask me anything."

Harry continued to tug on the bottom of his shirt for a bit longer and the towering man concluded it was taking a lot for the raven-haired boy to gain confidence to ask his question.

"Can I... live with wizards?" he finally asked quietly, then held his breath when his body shifted into a tense and defensive stance. When Hagrid only cleared his throat uncomfortably, Harry marginally relaxed again.

"Well... I'll have ter be askin' Dumbledore about that," Hagrid replied slowly, hating that he was unable to promise anything. When Harry began to slump in defeat, he quickly added "But I see no reason why not! 'Specially what with how even I saw how the Dursley's treated yeh and what they said. Don't worry, 'Arry... I believe yeh."

The last three words seemed to be the magic words to the poor and abused 11 year old birthday boy. He straightened up to more resemble an eager boy about to take his first step into a new and exciting world rather than an animal that had been beaten down until it was no longer willing to fight for itself. Hagrid stood and smiled down at the boy as he offered him his hand, and Harry slipped his small hand into the large one trustingly with the smile returned and they turned to the wall where Hagrid began to tap on the bricks.

Neither noticed the figure that had been hiding to the side of the building slip in behind them.

Break In At Gringotts!

By William Current

The goblins are in an outrage and have closed the bank down for the next week to upgrade due to a break-in that happened yesterday! This is the first ever successful Gringotts break-in since it was first recorded in 1474, though there have been numerous and foolish wizards who had tried in the past. Though we questioned them as to what was taken, the goblins refused to release the information stating that the owner of the vault wished to keep it a secret. When questioned who the owner was, we were also told that they wanted to remain anonymous!

At this time the goblins also claim to not know who is responsible for the break in.

With so little answers forthcoming, we at the Daily Prophet, have to wonder if our gold will remain safe. How can we trust our treasure, heirlooms, and other things with the goblin race when there are so little answers forthcoming. This reporter will tell you now, the upgrades they say they are doing had better be good or I will find my own place to keep my belongings!

The-Boy-Who-Lived Abused By Muggles?!

By Rita Skeeter

Harry Potter was spotted yesterday doing his shopping for his first year at Hogwarts in Daigon Alley with the half-giant Rubeus Hagrid. The only living person who has ever survived the killing curse which caused the downfall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the young boy has been missing from the wizarding world for the last ten years. It should have been a joyous occasion, but instead, it turned into a shocking revelation in the middle of The Leaky Cauldron when we tried to show him our gratitude.

"It was heartbreaking," Doris Crockford admitted when I interviewed her. "The poor boy! Raised by muggles."

"I was just trying to shake his hand!" Dedalus Diggle exclaimed right after Ms Crockford. "Next thing I know, he's on the floor shivering and trying to hide after a burst of accidental magic!"

Now, as you readers know, magical children by that age have stabilized their magical cores enough that accidental magic only occurs when this child's emotions have overwhelmed them. That is why kids start schooling after the age of 11, So now this reporter has to ask some hard questions.

What was our Savior doing living with Muggles when he should have been in the wizarding world?

Why was our Savior's 'overwhelming reaction' fear rather than joy at being reunited with his people?

Who has our Savior been with all this time?

What has happened to the Boy-Who-Lived?

Children should be treasured and taken care of, especially with how many families were wiped out over ten years ago! This reporter hopes that the Department of Children and the DMLE both look into this and finds out what has been going on. All other orphanes children were properly adopted into wizarding families after the fall of You-Know-Who, why was Harry Potter not?

I will be keeping tabs on this situation dear readers to keep you updated!

Albus Percival Wolferic Brian Dumbledore sighed as he set down the Daily prophet and rubbed the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up to do so. Hagrid had told him about the meeting in the Leaky Cauldron, and so he expected a questioning from Griselda at the next Wizengamot meeting, but he had been hoping it wouldn't get in the papers.

Albus had sincerely expected Petunia to take care of the boy. He knew of her nature, of course, and how much she hated magic. Lily and James had told them a few stories about it during the Order meetings - which he's going to need to put back together if the person who he thinks stole the stone, did steal it. But really, for the boy to make a public fuss like that? Maybe he had just been so ignored in that house that he was just seeking some attention. That could be a possibility and Hagrid had reported no injuries.

The old wizard stood up and moved over to the bookshelf with frown. What if he wasn't acting? came a small voice in his head as he waved a hand and expended some wandless magic to transfigure a set of books back into the mahogany box it originally was. He shoved that thought away, for sending the boy out into the muggle world was to the Greater Good, and opened the box to pull out the golden medallion for the Order of the Phoenix which gleamed as though freshly polished with magic.

Fawkes gave a disapproving chirp from his perch and Albus turned to look at his familiar with a raised eyebrow. 'Give your conscience the appropriate thought, Albus,' came Fawkes' stern chiding through their mental link.

"Even if he was, Fawkes, what's done is done," Albus replied back. "Besides, Tom may be back. Severus is currently out of the country gathering potions ingredients as well, so I haven't been able to contact him as of yet about his Mark. When the boy starts school, I'll find out if it's true."

'And if it's true?' came the phoenix's caustic reply.

The long white beard moved when the wizard pursed his lips. "Then we'll have to find him a new home with a Light family. Maybe the Weasleys? I wish Diggle had talked to be before speaking with the reporter, though."He shook his head in disappointment before lowering his head to put on the medallion. A golden light flashed out of it with a mental echo of a phoenix's song, then he looked at his familiar when he realized there was no reply.

Fawkes was giving him another stern look and he winced. 'I told you to check in on the boy these past ten years. You kept putting it off with Wizengamot this, ICW that, headmaster duties, and vague reassurances that might work on others, but not me, that you had monitors up! We both know that those monitors were just for ward strength and to make sure nothing Dark passed through them. You're making mistakes, old man, and now they are coming back to bite you in the ass!' the bird scolded while fluffing his feathers angrily before disappearing in a ball of flame.

Albus grimaced then rubbed his temples to dull the headache that had formed at his familiar's vehement lecture and turned his thoughts inwards. The phoenix could only see a small portion of the greater scheme. The creature couldn't see the delicate balance it took to keep wizarding Britain the way it should be. ICW had harped on about how backwater their community was and had been pushing to for Britain to reform their laws in regards to creatures like werewolves and to grant Centaurs more land. As such, it took up most of his free time and he had to give some of the forbidden forest to the centaurs, allow the merfolk community to expand in the lake to compromise. However, he refused to give anything to the dark creatures. If he had, it would have given Voldemort a foothold! As is, the one werewolf he had he didn't quite trust. No telling, too, what Remus would do once he read that article. He hadn't even seen the man in years and wasn't sure where to find him.

Albus heaved another sigh then began pacing. He just hadn't had time these past ten years which was why he had Arabella placed in the area. She had never reported seeing anything untowards besides that the Dursleys never wanting Harry about. That wouldn't be too unusual with how they feared magic; they wouldn't to be around accidental outbursts that magical children normally did. He shook his head. He'll just have to go with the attention seeking reply and point out that Harry had no visible signs of abuse. He still needed his position so that he could once again be the leader of Light the people would need if Voldemort came back. Fawkes couldn't understand that being a leader meant making a better decision for the whole rather than for one small boy. Even if the boy was prophesied to defeat evil.

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The first convening of the Order gathered in the Great Hall since the war happened that evening. Fawkes perched on the back of the headmaster chair and had pecked at the old wizard when he tried to sit there earlier in the day prior to the people gathering, so the group had ended up sitting at the Ravenclaw table to talk.

"We are here today because I believe that Voldemort-" Albus paused to wait for everyone to finish shuddering "-was the one who stole from Gringotts" he announced.

Several faces turned white, then Dedalus leaned forward. "What about Harry Potter?" he asked. "You said he was the chosen one. Where has he been all this time?"

Dumbledore mentally winced, but externally he just gave the shorter wizard a small frown. "He has been living with his family this whole time," he explained calmly, knowing the meeting would go nowhere until this was addressed since it had been announced in the Prophet just that morning. "Lily had family still, and she had tied the wards to them to keep the Dark and his followers away." A partial truth.

Minerva's lips thinned, and the old wizard could hear an echo of the words she said long ago from the eyes glaring at him without using legilimency. The worst sort of Muggles! Thankfully, she said nothing, but the retired auror Moody snorted. "You mean the muggle family that she mentioned that hated magic?" he asked, and was about to say more but Dumbledore cut him off.

"Yes, regretfully that's the only blood relative left alive," he admitted. "No doubt, his accidental magic caused him to panic and that's what happened yesterday in Diagon Alley. Most likely they would ground him or some such when those things happened."

Several of the people around the table gave that excuse a thoughtful look then nodded in agreement. Child abuse was extremely rare in the Wizarding world, just about unheard of actually, so they didn't think more on it. Dedalus gave a skeptical look though, and he could still feel his Deputy's glare. "So, back to the original topic. The item stolen in Gringotts yesterday was supposed to have been emptied and brought here to me for protection. I had entrusted Hagrid with the task, but he had been side tracked by showing Harry around the alley, and was going to pick it up later that evening after returning the boy back to his loving family only to find the goblins had closed down because of the robbery. The item in question... if it's been stolen by Voldemort or one of his death eaters... could bring him back to life."

Several gasps were heard and a "No!" of denial from someone before Moody leaned forward with his hands grasping the edge of the wooden table. "What was the item?" he asked.

Dumbledore shook his head. "I am sworn under secrecy not to reveal that information," he explained. "Nor to reveal who the owner is. All I can say is that-"

"ALBUS!" came an angry voice that made Dumbledore's gut twist right before the thick wooden doors of the great hall crashed open. Several of the Order members got to their feet with their wands out, the retired Auror being the first, while others like Mundungus hid under the table instead. "ALBUS!" the man standing in the door frame with a large glowing sapphire in his hand shouted angrily.

"Ah... this is the owner," Dumbledore explained as he stood, and gestured to the others that it was okay. All but two sat down again, Moody with his wand still out was standing and Minerva was standing out of respect since he knew who exactly stood there. The others watched the man with curiosity and wariness.

The lean man appeared to be no later than in his sixties or seventies, his hair more grey than black, and the glow to the sapphire died down as he strode in wearing muggle clothing of just jeans and a white t-shirt with oil stains. "Do you know what you have done?!" he demanded of Dumbledore as he got to him. Several eyes widened in surprise that anyone would speak to Albus Dumbledore like that. Minerva just shook her head and sighed.

"Yes, well, that's why I gathered the Order," Dumbledore explained calmly and gestured to the group. "We were in the stages of planning a retrieval mission."

"And I only hear about it from the prophet?! You had secured it in Gringotts?!" the man barked back, not appearing to be placated at all. "If someone was able to steal it from the goblins, most likely they had already planned ahead and now have it in a location more secure!" Moody blinked then grinned in the same way he normally did when a trainee used their brain for a change.

Mad-Eye Moody was also terrible with social niceties and didn't think about what reactions were appropriate in certain situations.

"What are you grinning about, boy," the mysterious wizard snarled at him, his anger felt by all with a crackling of energy that made their arm hairs stand on end with static.

"Boy?!" Mad-Eye barked back, his wand still raised. "I'm a retired auror! I've seen-"

"Shut up," the other man snapped back then sneered dismissively. "You weren't even a thought in your great great great grandparents lives before I had my first thought about retiring." He turned back to Dumbledore. "You most likely only have days, if that, Albus, to get my property back before the situation gets worse than what you think it is." Moody gaped at what the angry man said to him as well as the abrupt dismissal, then snapped his mouth shut to watch like everyone else was doing.

Dumbledore paled slightly which made Moody bite his tongue. What could make the Leader of Light react light that? "What do you mean, Nick?" he asked meekly.

"It's Lord Flamel to you now until you bring me back my stone. And even then, maybe never again if the story about Potter is true," the man replied back curtly. Everyone gasped in shock when they realized who it was, and what was taken. "As to the question, that information you are not privy to, nor were you from the beginning. Suffice it to say that there is more to it than you thought there was."

With that, Nicholas Flamel, French immortal and leading alchemist, creator of the Elixir of Life with unlimited gold at his fingertips, raised up his hand to throw the sapphire in his hand to the ground where it shattered in a burst of blue light. When the flash faded away, the ancient man was no longer standing there.

"Morgana's bloody-" Moody began to curse before groaning in pain while holding his head tight. Not only was he blinded by the normal light, the magical vision was way worse. "Damn my magic eye. Won't be able to see out of it for hours at least."

Dumbledore, now shaky as well with the dire warning, swallowed a few times then cleared his throat. "So... yes. We need to get the Philosopher's stone," he concluded. "And quickly."

A/N: Not feeling it with my other story, so I'm not sure if I'll be continuing it yet. This is my second attempt with a fanfiction! I know Moody wasn't in character, and I don't want to do a Dumbledore bashing either. Mostly that some of his mistakes were uncovered before his head rather than after his death as it happened in the books, as well as filling in some plot holes that Rawlings didn't about political things like ICW with my own OC stuff. After all, it seems like the wizarding world didn't change one bit from the time Riddle was in school to when Harry started school, and with the amount of political sway that Dumbledore had, it can easily be assumed that Dumbledore was not a fan of times changing whereas in cannon, French accept even Veela into school and stuff.

Anyway, updates may come slow or fast depending on how my eyes and health are doing at the time! Due to my eyes, though, I may or may not be able to respond to reviews but I'll try my best to!

I love critique, not too much of a fan of flamers. So I'll ignore the latter. If you don't like the story, then don't read it, but I encourage you to write your own because I'm sure it would be great for someone to read!

Edit: Not much will be posted from Harry's perspective besides snippets like the dream the story started off with until a bit later in the story. The first several chapters will be giving you all a perspective of all of the players on the board since we all already know what Harry is like. So I'm trying something new (for me) and using other character's perspective to portray Harry.