A young pale skinned boy, thin and lanky with dark messy hair, badly repaired glasses and a lost look on his face sits quietly in the dark. Young Harry Potter grew up always knowing he was different from the others. When all the children of his age usually played outside, he always stayed in his room; the cupboard under the stairs, reading for hours. He had a weird sort of memory. He could remember the most detailed points of individual events, right down to the feel of how warm or cold. He felt what the air smelled like, the feel of something on his hands or elsewhere on his skin. The memories were always extraordinarily detailed and vivid.

Reading books was his favorite pass time. He could recall virtually anything from any book he read down to the last word. So, studying naturally came as a second nature to him. Performing best in class was his first, but he never showed his progress to his relatives, afraid of their outburst. A few years prior Harry had discovered the consequences of outperforming his cousin.

A six year old Harry came running into the house his report clutched in his hand. He had finally done it, he came first in class. He couldn't wait to tell his uncle. Running to the living room, he found his uncle with Dudley standing beside him.

"Uncle, Uncle! See I can first in class." He said enthusiastically handing his report to his uncle. Sadly, he didn't get the imagined response. Instead of smiling his uncle became furious. "You freak, how dare you. It is because of you that my Dudley failed." His uncle shouted.

"Just you wait, you freak, I'll show you how we deal with nuisance like you. Getting up from his seat Vernom Dursley unstrapped his belt and lashed his nephew. Harry's plead was lost to his ears as he beat him black and blue. When he was finished there was not an inch of skin free from the belt marks.

From that day forth Harry quickly learned never to show his emotions in front of his 'family'. His memory while giving him a major advantage in his studies caused him a great deal of headaches. He often sat wondering how to make his head stop hurting.

He debated for a few days, then went to the local library. There he asked the librarian about books on memory. The elderly woman eyed him quizzically for a few moments before nodding add guided him to a secluded part of the library which to his surprise was void of any presence. Quickly he found a place to sit and began browsing through books. He found books with strange labels;

"Introduction to the magical world",

"Runes: A detailed study."

"Dark arts: A complete guide to offensive and defensive spells."

"Transfiguration: Grade 4."

and many more, it was during this time in his life that he made a startling discovery. He was a WIZARD. Gleaming through the library's collection of the Wizarding world Harry find out about his past. How his parents had been killed by an evil wizard named 'Voldemort' and his technically useless status as the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. This information filled Harry with a new sense of purpose. Learning that your parents were not drunks killed in a car accident, but were murdered by a dark lord tends to do that for you. He promised himself that he would become the most powerful wizard this world had ever seen, a wizard his parents would've been proud of.

It took him a few weeks to completely finish the basics. Not having the luxury of a wand yet, he resolved by other means. One he found in a book labelled 'Wandless casting.' It was a very difficult practice one that even most adult wizards couldn't perform. It required you to find your magical core, by clearing your mind and then manually channel your magic.

Unwilling to give up Harry read any book he could find on meditation. During those times he was locked in his cupboard, he began meditating

After getting a hang of meditation, he learned to sort his memories, arranging them in neat files. He built a mental palace inside his mind where he arranged his memories in different shelves.

It took a lot of effort as the process moved slowly but he managed to sort out his memories.

After completing the initial process, he proceeded to the next step. Once you had successfully cleared your mind, feeling your magic was easy, what's difficult was channeling it. Harry tried nonstop for days till end, forcefully trying to control his magic, unsuccessful each time, but Harry was nothing but determined. He kept on trying for days till he analyzed his mistake. He was trying to force his magic.

One of the most important things he had learned in his life was that you could never force anyone to do your binding. Mentally scolding himself, he tried again, this time not forcing but allowing his magic to flow freely through his body and transform into spells.

It had been a few days since Harry was trying his new technique for wandless magic. This technique although more effective than his previous try was more time consuming. He was sitting alone in his cupboard meditating, getting a grasp of his magic, he was certain now that he had finally perfected it.

With that in mind, he took a deep breath and spoke;

"Wingardium Leviosa."

All the things surrounding him began floating in mid air. He felt a surge go through him, which he could only assume was his magic.

After maintaining the spell for a few minutes, he finally cancelled it, and the objects moved back to their original position. He grinned and fist pumped the air. He did it! Finally,

After, that fateful day Harry learned from every book he could find. His favorite by far was Runes, Transfiguration and Dark Arts with Potions and Charms just behind.

With his memory Harry didn't read, he devoured the books. He didn't really know what level books were he to read, but he did find something called O.W.L level in the books. Well, only time will tell.

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24 June 1991

Nearly three years had passed since the day Harry began practicing magic, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys front door; it crept into their living room. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed.

Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets - but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large whale like blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother.

The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too. Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day.

"Up! Get up! Now!"

Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.

"Up!" she screeched. He rolled onto his back and quietly, made his way towards the kitchen, getting ready to make 'ikkle Duddikins' special birthday breakfast. He so desperately wished to use his magic and teach these people a lesson, but he knew he had to keep his abilities a secret, for as long as he could .

Once he was dressed, he went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry.

'.. Stupid fat whale always getting presents and always stuffing his mouth should be given a special diet, not special meals. Fat tub o' lard.' he thought venomously, as he started the bacon, eggs, kippers, and pancakes.

Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel - Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.

Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents. His face fell." Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."

"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mommy and Daddy."

"All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face. Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over. Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, "And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that, Popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right''

Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally, he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty ... thirty..."

"Thirty-nine, Sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.

"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right then."

She bustled around the table and draped herself over her small mountain of a child in a very odd approximation of a hug. "The freak" she said, pausing to emphasize the word, "has to come because old Mrs. Figg is going to visit her son."

Half an hour later, Harry, who couldn't believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys' car with Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before they'd left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside.

"I'm warning you," he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Harry's, "I'm warning you now, boy - any funny business, anything at all - and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas."

"I'm not going to do anything," said Harry, honestly.

But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him.

It was a very fine morning and the zoo was filled with families. The Dursleys bought Dudley a large chocolate ice cream at the entrance and then, because the smiling lady in the van had asked Harry what he wanted before they could hurry him away, they bought him a cheap lemon ice pop. It wasn't bad, either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head. Who looked remarkably like Dudley, except that it wasn't blond.

Finally, after two hours of Dudley's whining about 'Boring animals' they reached the reptile house. Dudley quickly found a black mamba and rushed towards to its container, wailing wildly at the glass. Wishing to see the snake move, but at the moment it didn't look in the mood. In fact, it was fast asleep.

The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry's.

It winked.

"Greetingssss, majessstic one, I am Ssssory about my cousin." Harry hissed at the snake.

"It'ssss quite all right ssspeaker, I get that a lot. This gawking mugglessss lock me in a cage and expect me to perform for them." The shake hissed back in a male voice.

"It musssst be really annoying."

The snake nodded vigorously.

"Where did you come from?" Harry questioned.

The snake pointed is tail towards a sign board. "I am from Brazil hatchling. Thesssse sssuckerssss took me when I was a sssmall baby."

"I am Sssorry, to hear that. I know what itsss like to be held captive."

"Ssspeaker Harry, could I asssk you a favour?" the snake asked, softly.

"Of coursssse, my friend"

"I would like to leave thisss place" as he said it Dudley came waddling toward them as fast as he could.

"Out of the way, you," he said, punching Harry in the ribs. Caught by surprise, Harry fell hard on the concrete floor. Anger clouded his judgment as he, vanished the container with a quick 'Evanesco'

"AHH!" Dudley screamed, as the glass separating him from the hooded serpent vanished, and he fell in, flailing as he drew the attention of everyone in sight.

With a grateful nod to Harry, the snake slithered out "Brazil here I come... Thanksssss! Brother."

A crowd had gathered as Dudley, now trapped in the snakes' former enclosure, began to hammer and wail against the glass that had replaced itself just as quickly as it had vanished. When a sobbing, splotchy-faced Dudley had finally been returned to his equally distraught and splotchy-faced mother, the four of them rushed to the car. All the while, Harry received glares and hissed insults from his Aunt and Uncle.

"You're going to get it when we get home freak," Uncle Vernon snarled at Harry.

Upon their arrival at number 4 Privet Drive, Harry prepared himself for the beating of his life. Not bothering to cower or hide, he firmly stood his ground.

"You just couldn't keep your freakishness in check for even a single day can you boy?" His uncle snarled at him. "No, you just had to ruin everything. Just like your parents, can't mind their own business, ruining others lives..."

This was as far as he got before a 'Silencio' spell took away his ability to speak.

'Alarte Ascendare.' Harry shouted, raising his hand as his uncle's body shot upwards hitting the ceiling with a resonating THUD. Lowering his hand, he let the body fall back on the ground. He repeated the process several times till his uncle's body was covered in blood. Satisfied with himself, he let the body hang in midair. Turning around, he addressed his aunt and cousin.

"Now listen carefully thick heads because I am not going to repeat myself." His voice was calm, but one could clearly feel the power radiating off his body. "You abused me all these years and I quietly endured it, but you dare insult my parents! You made a grave mistake today. The one you all are going to dearly pay for." Not taking his eyes off them, he lowered his hand as the now unconscious body of his uncle, fell to the ground.

"From today things are going to change around here. As you would have guessed by now, I've managed to find out about magic - something you clearly thought you could hide from me without a problem." He paused, and flashed a cocky grin, "Here's how things are going to work from now on."

He began pacing in front of them while listing his conditions, ticking each one off on his fingers. "I'm going to be staying in the guest room, and will receive a fair share of the food. There will be no more hitting, no more yelling, and no more insult, I will also be getting new clothing, and if you have a problem with that..."

A quick 'Reducto'to the wall saw it completely shattered.

He stopped his pacing, and continued "Just remember that these are only the basic spells. I know much more powerful spells than these. Spells which will make your life a living hell and if you don't want to experience that, I suggest you stay out of my way. Now you lot will excuse me, I need to get comfortable in my new room."

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After a month of eating right, coupled with daily runs, exercises and nutrient potions, which he himself brewed, Harry's body underwent a complete transformation and was finally starting to look his age. Gone was the scrawny, malnourished, depressed 9 year old boy, in its place was a very fit and handsome looking boy who exercised regularly and lived a healthy lifestyle.

He had also got a whole new wardrobe of clothes, with everything from shorts and undershirts, to jeans and tee-shirts. Looking at his calendar he cracked a smirk. "Finally, I get my letter today."

He paced around in his room anxiously waiting for his letter. Moments later, a tawny owl flew in through Harry's open window, dropped an envelope on his bed.

Opening the envelope, he unfolded the parchment before him.

It read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY LIST OF SUPPLIES

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

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 glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Taking out a pen, he wrote a quick reply saying that he would be attending and gave it back to the owl.

Dancing in glee he quickly dressed and made his way towards the kitchen, there he found his uncle, reading the newspaper, and addressed him. "I got my Hogwarts letter today. I need you to do me off at Diagon Alley." Upon hearing this, all the color drained from his uncle's face.

Uncle Vernon managed a barely polite, "Fine, let's go."

His uncle drove him to Charing Cross Road and with a quick dismissal left abruptly. Harry grinned as he registered his first view of magical London. What to ordinary people appeared to be a rundown pub was in reality a pub fully packed with witches and wizards. In front of him was 'The Leaky Cauldron': The most widely used entrance to Diagon Alley.

Opening the door of the pub, Harry carefully brushed his hair over his forehead, ensuring that his scar was covered. Keeping his head down, he headed straight to the back of the pub, however, he didn't know how to get to the other side of the brick wall, so he waited.

A few minutes later the magical wall opened for someone, wanting to come over from the other side. Ducking his head, he quickly crossed over and just in time as the bricks rapidly shifted back into place.

Grinning excitedly he made his way down Diagon Alley. He had planned to visit Gringotts first, to retrieve some money. The alley was bustling with people. There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon... As he trod further he came across a big maybe building, his destination, Gringotts. Walking towards the door, he saw two of the fiercest warriors he had seen in his entire life guarding the entrance. The goblins were about a head shorter than Harry. They had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. Harry humbly bowed to the goblins which created quite a ruckus there, not knowing what to do they just bowed in return, as he walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there

Once he was inside, he looked for a goblin, who he could talk to about finding his vault. Schooling his features he walked forward.

"Greetings great goblin, may your gold ever flow and shall your enemies fall to your blade." Harry greeted the goblin in perfect etiquette.

The goblin looked at the young wizard, shocked that someone so young knew proper goblin greetings and what more treated them with respect. The majority of the Wizarding population treated them as their inferior, rarely someone bothered to talk properly to them, let alone with respect.

"Greeting Honorable Lord, may your enemies fall beneath your feet. What can I do for you today?" The goblin asked.

"My name is Harry Potter and I was told by a friend that there may be some money here, in my name, Respected Sir." Harry asked calmly.

"What do you mean 'may' Honorable Potter don't you have your key?"

"No sir I don't have any key."

"This is not right. Lord Potter, please follow me. I think you need to speak with account manager Ragnok. They walked down many halls for several minutes and eventually stopped in front of two enormous gold doors. The doors were ornately decorated, with embossed designs and symbols, and the seal of Gringotts prominently featured in the middle. A pair of fierce looking, armored, spear-wielding Goblins stood in front of the doors.

The goblin accountant walked forward as murmured something to the guards. One of the guards turned and knocked the door, then stepped back. Thirty seconds later a voice called, "Enter!" and the doors creaked open. They walked into the enormous office where a Goblin, presumably Ragnok, sat behind a magnificent desk. The goblin accompanying went forward and whispered something in Ragnok's ear, then walked out, closing the door as he left.

"Honorable Potter, please have a seat I believe we have important things to discuss." Ragnok spoke.

"Please call me Harry, sir." Harry said sitting down.

"Then call me Ragnok Harry. Tell me Harry, have you never received any bank drafts or monthly financial statement we have been sending you?" The goblin questioned.

"No Ragnok I haven't, in fact, this is the first mail I have received in my whole life." Harry replied struggling desperately to keep his magic in check.

"But that is wrong, your magical guardian was supposed to give you your key and monthly statements. He had repeatedly claimed, on multiple occasions, that you were being regularly updated about your finances." Ragnok exclaimed

"Please Ragnok. Tell me who my magical guardian is." Harry replied frantically.

"Your magical guardian was Albus Dumbeldore, he had nominated himself for the role after your parent's death, claiming it was with their consent, though if I recall correctly, it was he who got the will blocked from in the first place." Ragnok replied. "That old goat, he had all of us in the dark, right from the beginning. Well, that is going to change immediately. We can have you take the inheritance test immediately after which your parents' wills can be read."

Harry appeared calm, but his mind was racing at a mile per second contemplating the facts, analyzing his situation. "Thank you Ragnok, that's probably the best news I've heard in a while. So, how do we take this inheritance test?"

Instead of answering Ragnok pushed a small button on his side of the desk, a small portion on top of the desk slid back to reveal a hidden cabinet, a small bowl lying on the bottom floated up, coming to rest in front of Harry. It was filled with a weird looking liquid. Many runes which he recognized as 'Blood rune', 'soul rune', 'revealing rune' had been glowing on its sides.

"You need to drop five drops of your blood in the bowl." Ragnok said, handing him a ceremonial dagger.

Harry took the dagger and made a small cut on his finger, letting 5 blood drops fall into the bowl. The mixture began stirring itself as the blood was absorbed inside the liquid. When the mixture stopped stirring Ragnok took out a pen and parchment, he dipped the pen in the liquid then placed it on the parchment. Harry watched in awe as the pen stood and began writing on its own.

NAME: Harry Theseus Potter - 31 July 1980 –

FATHER: James Charles Potter -27 March, 1960 – 31 October, 1981

MOTHER: Lily Marie Potter - 30 January, 1960 – 31 October, 1981

GOD FATHER: Sirius Arctus Black - 3 November, 1959 –

GOD MOTHER: Alice Lynn Longbottom - 12 May 1961-

HEAD OF

Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter (By Birth)

Most Ancient and Noble House of Black (By Birth)

Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin (By Birth)

"Well, well, Harry, this is quite intriguing." Ragnok said as his smile became predatory. "Dumbledore is really going to regret it now. It seems Harry you are now the head of three ancient houses, a rare occurrence if I say so myself. But we shall discuss that later, first onto your parents will." Ragnok clapped his hands as a document appeared in front of him.

I James Charles Potter being of Soul, Body and Mind declare this to be my last will and testament, all others being void.

Harry my Son if you are reading this then we have not survived the war. Voldemort has finally killed us. We had left Potter Manor and gone to our house in Godric's Hollow, on Dumbledore's urging. The house is under the Fidelius Charm and Peter Pettigrew is the secret keeper not Sirius Black. We had changed it last month, as Padfoot was too obvious of a choice, if anything happens to us, it is Peter, who betrayed us, not Sirius. Harry, remember Voldemort will come after you, there is a reason he specifically attacked us. There was a prophecy made that said:

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

So you see it could be either you or a boy named Neville Longbottom (A son of our associates). Either way Harry, don't let the prophecy affect you. Your life is your own and it shall not be hampered by a piece of parchment. I love you son, I wish I could see you growing up. Just one year old and already you are doing magic, I have no doubt that you will beat Voldemort son. Stay Safe, Study hard and prank as many people as you can, but more importantly live and enjoy your life son.

Signing off

James Charles Potter

Monsieur Prongs

ORDER OF GUARDIANSHIP

In the event of our death the guardianship of my son is to go in the following order:

Sirius Arctus Black (Best Friend and Fellow Aurur)

Remus John Lupin (A dear Friend)

Frank Oswald Longbottom (Fellow Auror and Friend)

Lucius Abraxas Malfoy (A dear friend)

Amelia Catherine Bones (Head of D.M.L.E and Friend)

In case one of the people mentioned above are available to claim guardianship then I move that Harry be placed with a suitable Wizard Family as long as that family was never involved with Death eaters.

Please NOTE Under No Circumstances is my son to go to Petunia and Vernom Dursley. They are among the vilest people I had the displeasure of knowing and I won't have my son to do anything with them.

By the end of the letter Harry's magic was flaring wildly as tears were leaking from his eyes. Ragnok gave him a few minutes to let it all out. "Harry this is a list of everything you own now from the different bloodlines." Ragnok said handing him a four sheet of parchments. The contents were as follows:

Potter Manor (Ring is the portkey)

250 million galleons

45 million worth in books, weapons, ornaments.

Snake's Lair (Ring works as a portkey)

Salazar's Mansion

500 million galleons

70 million worth in books, weapons, ornaments

Black mansion (Ring works as a portkey)

Number 12 Grimmalud palace

250 million galleons

35 million worth in books, jewellery, weapons

'Wow' was all Harry could manage. The goblin chuckled. "That is right Mr. Potter, I am happy to tell you that all your combined business has been making a profit of 100 million galleons, annually. Now let me give you your signet rings." Ragnok snapped his fingers as four wooden boxes appeared on the table.

"These are your Head of House rings. All of them are charmed to auto-size, combined an anti-theft charm, a detector for any poison or mind altering potion which will cause it to vibrate and heat up, it also warns you against any surprise attack."

Sequentially Ragnok opened the boxes to reveal similar looking red velvety interior. All the rings were beautiful in their own regards.

The Potter ring featured a wide gold band with ruby vines constructing its border. Nestled within the vines on the upper corner of the ring, a phoenix was portrayed with its wings unfurled, similarly on the bottom left was a Manticore on its hind legs. In the center a shimmering ruby was encrusted with a 'P' carved on the topmost facet and filled with different color filigree.

The Black family ring featured a silvery white band with a blue sapphire forming its outer boundary. Portrayed on the upper right corner was a beautifully inlaid raven at all is might and on the bottom left was a dragon breathing fire. From the fires of the dragon the letter 'B' was carved on top of the centre stone giving it a ethereal shine.

The Slytherin ring was a greenish band with silver stones adorned at the four corners. A mighty snake was curled in the shape of an 'S' on the front face of the ring. In the centre of the snake a bright silver gem sat shining brightly.

As, Harry placed the different rings on his fingers they automatically resized to fit him.

"Should you wish to conceal your rings Mr. Potter simply will them to do so. These rings will also work as portkeys for their respective houses once you set the activation phase."

Suddenly, as he activated the protections on the rings, they started heating up the center stones glowing brightly. Harry was experiencing a severe pain in his scar as the rings heated up.

"Stop" He shouted. Everything ceased instantly, the rings returned to their original state as the pain in his scar subsided.

"Ragnok what just happened, these rings started heating simultaneously." Harry questioned.

The goblin waved his hands over the rings, all the rings flashed green. "Curious, very curious," The goblin drawled. "Harry all the rings are showing signs of a mild altering substance on you though I can't deduce the reason. Hmm, tell you what, let's first go to your vaults, then we can have a goblin healer do a scan for you. Is that OK with you."

"Yes please Ragnok. Let's go to the Slytherin vault first."

They arrived at the Slytherin Vault after an exhilarating cart ride. He and Ragnok exited the cart and walked to the shaft's entrance where to Harry's surprise Ragnok handed him a dark shaded sun-glasses. At his questioning stare Ragnok smirked. "Just wait. You'll see."

As they neared the entrance, Harry recoiled at seeing a Basilisk guarding the entrance, a real live Basilisk!

"Go ahead Harry he is the guardian of the vault you have to cross him to access it." Gulping Harry raised his occulumency shields to full power and hesitantly stepped forward.

"Who daressss approach the vault of Sssalazar Sssslytherin. Identify yourssself intruder or perissssh right now."A booming masculine voice hissed at him.

Steeling his nerves, he replied. "I am Harry Potter, Head of the Mosssst Ancient and Noble House of Sssslytherin."

The monstrous snake came chillingly close to Harry observing him with a calculating stare. He could feel its poisonous breath on his face. The glasses were probably the only thing keeping him from being incarcerated at the moment.

"Hmm, you are worthy. Welcome, Masssster Harry, Heir of Sssalazar Sssslytherin. I grant you accessss to your vault."With that the Basilisk slithered out of the way allowing him to walk forward.

As, he got a closer look at the vault he was gobsmacked. The entirety of the door was covered with what apparently was the Slytherin coat of arms. A massive circular shield adorned the doors. Curving on the shield were two massive oppositely placed snakes forming an 'S'. Above the shield a central plank held the family motto 'Hominis virtus est non magis eius ambitio'which translated into 'A man's worth is no greater than his ambitions'

"Open."He hissed raising his head of house ring.

The two snakes moved forward merging into the shield as the door opened revealing a massive cavern. The entire cavern was filled gold, books, weapons, artifacts, rare ingredients

He immediately grabbed a trunk. After which he began placing different books on potions, rituals, battle-transfiguration, Runes, and lastly parsel magic. Seeing as he had placed too much inside the trunk, he placed a feather-light charm on it.

"Ragnok how much money should I withdraw for my supplies and everything?"

"Hmm you should take close to a 1000 galleons Harry." Ragnok replied.

Harry raised his eyebrows in confusion. "How am I supposed to carry that much money with me my friend?"

Ragnok chuckled. "Well I can give you an endless money bag or… tell you what since you are now practically our richest customer, I will give you one of our new advanced payment methods."

Ragnok snapped his fingers as, what appeared to be somewhat like a credit card appeared in his hands. "This Mr. Potter is a Gringotts card. It is a magical equivalent to a credit card. It draws money directly from your vault so you don't have to bother retrieving it. Also it will work for both muggle and magical transactions. This is still work in progress. But I would like to issue our first one to you. Interested?" At Ragnok's question Harry immediately nodded in confirmation.

Chuckling, the goblin passed him a form and quill to fill. "Please fill out this form and I will get it all set up for you."After filling in all the necessary information and re-reading it several times much to Ragnok's amusement; Harry handed the form in exchange for a blue credit card with his name suddenly etching itself in gold letters as well as a number code.

Satisfied that he had taken everything of importance, they headed towards the Potter Vault.

The entrance to the Potter vault was similar to the Slytherin vault, but it was guided by a Ukrainian Ironbelly. But unlike the Basilisk the dragon didn't require any test it simply moved aside on seeing his signet ring.

Harry stood in awe as he observed the Potter coat of arms, spanning the entire three meters of the door. It featured a large red and gold kite shield separated into four quadrants. In the top left quadrant there was a phoenix with its wings spread, and on the bottom right quadrant a manticore stood on its hind legs with a long sword right in the center of the shield. The other two quadrants of the shield featured alternating red and gold diagonal stripes. On either side of the shield there were rampant lions roaring threateningly. Above the shield was a painted scroll that read 'The Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter' and below the shield there was another, larger scroll with the family motto, 'Libertas numquam dedit. Illud est evictus,'which translated to 'Freedom is not given. It is won.'

The inside of the vault was also similar to the previous vault. He took different books regarding arithmancy, potter family magic, he continued looking and found a trunk named

Potter's Chest of Wonder

Intrigued he carefully opened the trunk, never noticing the small flash of light as his thumb popped the latches. Reaching inside he opened the first book

Improvement for basic charms: Note Get the charms reviewed by Flitwick for N.E.W.T Theory.

There were many diagrams listing wand movements, the common phrase for the spell had been crossed replaced by shorter ones. He placed the book in is trunk before picking up the next book.

The marauders guide to Animagus transformation: A much easier guide to Animagus transformation

He had previously read a book on animagus and it said that animagus transformation was among the most difficult branch of magic, but this book clearly disagreed. It showed a much easier and shorter version for becoming an animagus. Laughing he placed the book in his chest and picked up the final book.

Runes: Runes cluster, Warding stones, curse breaking: A complete comprehensive study for Runes, warning extremely difficult.

Turning the page he snorted "This is complicated?" This was just like a walk in the park. The first was a 'Power'rune interwoven with 'Protection'rune. The next few pages seemed completely wrong to him. Runes which should have been very short and precise had been made very complex. Deciding to study it later he quickly collected the last book. As he was about to exit the vault his eyes fell on a portrait in a corner of the room.

Curious he went over to examine it.

"That's your grandfather and your grandmother, along with your great-uncle Arctus Black and your great-aunt Roselene Black." Ragnok said seeing Harry contently gazing at the photo. Harry just nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The occupants in the picture were both smiling at him looking truly happy. With one last glance he pocketed the picture and made his way out of the vault, next he was led to the Black vault.

The Black vault unlike the other two vaults was on the upper section of the bank. As he walked towards the vault he was astounded to find it not protected by any magical creature, the entrance of the vault was clearly visible with the Black coat of arms, a midnight black dragon sprawled on a vast fire bed with the family motto above it 'Toujours Pur' which translated to 'Always pure', above it, reaching forward he brushed the doors. They didn't open. Instead a pedestal appeared in front of him, barring him entry. The vault, was protected by a blood ward. He waved his hand over his palm and a deep gash appeared. Bracing himself, he let the drops of blood fall on the pedestal. After seven drops, the pedestal glowed, so he healed his wound with another wave of his hand the wall in front of him parted with a soft hiss.

The inside of the vault was every bit as spacious as the previous two vaults, but he refrained from touching anything without Ragnok's permission as the goblin had warned him about the possibility of a curse on some artifacts.

In the end he selected two books

'Dark Arts; An extensive study'

'Black family: History and Heritage'

Finally, after all of his vaults had been examined he made his way towards Ragnok. After, exchanging a few words with Ragnok they made their way back to his office.

"Mr. Potter now that all other things have been taken care of, how about we go get you checked by a healer." Harry nodded and followed the goblin through a small set of doors through the back of his office. The room looked very much like an expensive muggle hospital, but instead of doctors there were goblin healers in full medical attire.

He was led to a side of the room where, Ragnok instructed him to take off his glasses and lay down.

"Harry this is our leading healer Silverclaw, he will be conducting your tests." At Ragnok's approval the tests began. From the side of the bed a strange device of some sort floated up and projected a beam of light at Harry's body, traveling up and down. When the test was done the bed started buzzing, a piece of parchment was ejected out of a slot, on the bed's side.

Collecting the parchment Silverclaw read it quietly. Slowly his expression morphed from one of calm to that of fury. The healer cursed loudly in a strange language, but Harry caught the words like "Manipulative bastard", "Old goat"…

"What is it, sir?" Harry asked the healer.

Calming his emotions Silverclaw replied. "Mr. Potter it is much worse than we feared. Not only has there been a magical bind placed on you. The scar on your forehead is actually a horcrux."

"Umm sir, but what is a horcrux?"

"A horcrux is the word used for an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul... Well, you split your soul, you see, and hide part of it in an object outside the body. To create a horcrux, a wizard first had to deliberately commit murder. This act, said to be one of supreme evil, would result in the murderer metaphysically damaging their own soul. A wizard who wished to create a horcrux would then use that damage to their advantage by casting a spell which would rip the damaged portion of the soul off of the whole and encase it in an object. If the maker was later killed, he or she would continue to exist in a non-corporeal form."

"But Ragnok, why would someone place a part of their soul in me? More importantly who" Harry asked feeling afraid for the first time.

Ragnok sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Well Harry from the amount of dark magic it is leaking, we can only presume it to be Voldemort, and no Harry he did not willingly performed the act. I believe that the number of horcruxes created by Voldemort had left his soul so unstable, that it simply broke apart when he tried to kill you on October 31, 1981 in Godric's Hollow."

Seeing his discomfort the goblin assured him. "Don't worry Harry we are going to rid you, of that abomination right away."

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Can you do that?"

Silverclaw nodded. "We certainly can Mr. Potter, but let me warn you it will not be a pleasant experience."

"I don't care just get rid of that soul from me."

"OK then Mr. Potter; first tell me do you know Occulumency?" Silverclaw questioned. Harry nodded. "Good, then we can skip the first stage then. Mr. Potter what I need you to do is center yourself and search your soul. Look for a stray piece that you'll feel doesn't belong there, then push it outwards. Let me warn you, it would be very difficult. The process will be very painful also, the soul will fight you tooth and nail, you need to remain focused and not let the pain overcome you. Once you have pushed it to the surface, we can destroy it from there. Whenever you are ready, then Mr. Potter"

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Harry closed his eyes to focus all his magic in searching his soul. He found nothing on the first try. The soul appeared completely intact. He dived deeper and deeper till he found it. A red dot clearly visible to the eye but so intricately woven with the rest of the soul that it wasn't noticeable from the surface. Steeling himself, he pushed.

Silverclaw had said it would hurt a lot, well it didn't. It hurt MUCH MORE. It felt like someone had drowned his body in acid and was slowly tearing it apart. The stray soul wasn't making it easy, it fought desperately clinging to him, but sadly, Harry wasn't the one to give up easily. Pouring every bit of his magic into it, he pushed it away. Slowly the horcrux detached from his soul, fading to the surface.

Instantly, Harry gasped, opening his eyes. A black mist was rising from his scar screeching violently. Before it could attack anyone, a white light emitted from Silverclaw's hand encompassing the mist, preventing it from escaping. It gave one final jerk then exploded into nothingness.

"Is it done?" Harry questioned fear evident in his voice.

"It is Mr. Potter. The horcrux has been removed from your body. It had been feeding off of your magic, adding to the bind placed on you. While the bind has significantly lessened it is still there. Do you wish to remove it now because this process will also quite painful?

Harry silently nodded.

"OK, then Mr. Potter this is how we will proceed. Firstly, we will give you a potion which will, theoretically speaking almost stop your body's healing abilities." Silverclaw stopped at seeing Harry's questioning stare. "It is important Mr. Potter, because if we don't your body will just heal the bind before we could remove it. Then we are going to fracture the bind on your core after which we will have to manually remove it, both of which will be quite painful to you, but heed one thing Mr. Potter you have to be conscious during this, if you lose consciousness during this process the results will be catastrophic. Your body could go into permanent stasis." The healer finished explaining the process. "Shall we begin?" he added after a few moments.

At Harry's approval, he retrieved a potion for Harry to drink. Steeling his nerves Harry drank the potion in one fluid motion.

His body felt numb, he was vaguely aware of his surroundings until he heard Silverclaw saying. "We will now fracture your block Mr. Potter, brace yourself."

Pain, pain was the only thing he felt, it was like someone was snapping his bones and tearing his organs, it was too much he almost passed out a few times but held on. He just lay there screaming his lungs out.

Suddenly he felt a crack in his body, it felt like something had broken away from his body, he was feeling free, he was feeling powerful. His magic flared beautifully covering his whole body in an array of colors. He vaguely heard Silverclaw calling. "Hang on Mr. Potter this is the last stage we just have to pull the block of you."

The next moment a magical string was attached to his body. His body heaved upwards as the blocks were finally removed. The light covering his body increased in intensity, it was a few moments later that the light died down and Harry sat up on his bed feeling refreshed.

"How are you feeling Mr. Potter?" The goblin healer questioned handing him a pepper up potion.

"I am feeling OK, sir. In fact, I feel much more powerful than before I feel like all my life I have been living in a cage, now I feel free. I can feel my magic responding much more fluently now." He replied with a grin.

Silverclaw let out a chuckle. "That is expected Mr. Potter the binding placed upon you has been completely removed. You will now be more powerful than ever. Your body has also undergone some changes by the look of it." Frowning, he got up and examined himself in front of a newly conjured mirror.

His body had indeed undergone several changes. His height had substantially increased, making him look somewhat like a 14 year old. His hair in contrast with his old messy ones, were now rich and silky, glowing with a blue hue. The shirt he was wearing, looked two sizes too small for him. It clung to his upper body, showing his well defined muscles underneath. The image was completed by the addition of a well sculpted face, which showed signs of his black heritage; the high cheekbones and aristocratic features made him now look like a very handsome boy.

He was broken out his self assessment when he heard someone clear his throat behind him. He turned around to see two very amused goblins smirking at him. "Since you are now done admiring yourself, Mr. Potter. I recommend limiting your use of magic for a few hours to allow your core to settle in its incremented state, other than that you are good to go" The healer confirmed.

After taking a pepper up potion and a few blood replenishing potions, Harry profusely thanked the goblins for all their help. As he finally left Gringotts and stepped out into the bustling, busy street, he couldn't help but feel free. This was altogether a new feeling for him, it even compared to the happiness he felt when he discovered being a wizard. Looking down at his extensive shopping list, he decided that he might as well get the tedious bit out of the way.

So Harry leisurely strolled through the Alley walking towards his first destination 'Flourish and Boots.' After having looked around for a while, he approached a sales clerk and asked her to assist him in getting the books he needed for his First Year at Hogwarts. She smiled at him and said, "Sure, dear. Just give me a moment."

He waited for her to finish a task she was in the middle of completing before she walked around the counter and said to him, "All Hogwarts text books can be found together in a row over here." And she led him to an aisle on the opposite side of the store from the main counter. "In this aisle you find each year's texts are separated by year. First Years at the front of the store, through to Seventh Year at the back"

Looking around he picked up books for his first five years, knowing that he would finish them all before the term start. With those books sorted out he levitated them to the shop counter.

Looking at the clerk he asked, "Do you mind if I leave them here while I look for some other books?"

"That'll be fine, dear," replied the clerk barely even glancing up not noticing the huge stack of books in front of her. 'We're not that busy today." She replied as Harry swiftly made his way to the back of the room. He picked books on 'Wizarding etiquette', 'Ancient and noble families'Browsing through the store he came across a section labelled Harry Potter. Curiously he picked up one of the children novels 'Harry Potter and the naughty Nundu.", "Harry Potter Dragon Slayer."

With these books in his arms, he walked to the counter to see the clerk billing his school text on an old-fashioned 'mechanic till' glancing suspiciously at him for such a large purchase but keeping her mouth shut nonetheless.

When, she'd finished, she told him the total value. Fishing for his card he handed it to the saleswoman. After she'd deducted the said amount she returned the card and tied the purchase in neat bundles and went back to her work. Waving his hand he wandlessly shrank it.

After that, he went back to scouting the alley, ahead of him, he saw the particular part of the alley which was dimly lit and less crowded. Happy at finding some secluded place, he made his first steps into Knocktrum alley.

There he firstly came across a shop named 'Barkins: The eye specialist'. As soon as he entered the shop he was greeted by a middle aged lady.

"No, no young sir this won't do."

Looking dumb folded he questioned, "Ummm, what are you talking about ma'am?"

Pointing to his spectacles she replied. "Your spectacles young sir, pathetic quality muggle ones"

"Ohhh" He replied "I take it they are bad."

"Exactly" She then pointed to a chair at the corner of the room. "Go, sit there. Let me have a look at your eyes.

Still confused Harry did as he was told. As soon as he was seated in the chair the lady came over and waved her wand above him muttering. "Accio spectacles"

His spectacles zoomed out of his face. He focused the best he could, but without the spectacles it was difficult. He briefly saw the lady examining his spectacles under a magnifying charm.

Leaving the spectacles on a table, she came over him. "OK, young sir, now I need to check your eyes to see how well they matched."

She then waved her wand circularly over his eyes. His eyes glazed for a moment before she muttered "Finite"

"Horrible Mr. Potter, just horrible these spectacles were a poor match for you and I daresay you struggled to see long distance with them?"

Harry nodded, "I did ma'am but I grew used to it."

She swore. "That won't to Mr. Potter. We are going to get you a nice pair of glasses or contacts which are perfectly suited for you."

"But first tell me do you want another spectacles or contacts?"

Harry thought for a moment analyzing all the pros and cons of the offer. "Hmm, I'll have the contacts ma'am frankly I am tired of wearing these."

"I daresay you have. Come along Mr. Potter, I'll get you the best pair of contacts we have." She replied humorously

She led him to the back of the room handing Harry a folder with brochures made of parchment, "... I want you to skim through this and take note of what charms within it you'd like me to apply to your new contacts."

The lady walked out through a door marked 'No Admittance' while Harry went back to the semi-reclined chair to rapidly skim through the folder.

After a few minutes she came back with a box containing his contacts. "So found what you want?"

"Yes, thank you," replied Harry as he handed him the folder back"Can you put all'self cleaning', 'sticking charm', 'anti-dillusion charm ', 'see through polyjuice' 'anti memory charm', 'impervious charm'and magnification charm'on them?."

The lady raised her eyebrows in question. "I can Mr. Potter but that is quite a lot of money we are talking about. Are you sure?"

Nodding, he said, "Definitely I finally have money to spend and I'll only settle for the best."

"Very well," The shopkeeper replied. "Give me about fifteen minutes and I'll have them ready for you

As Harry got up, he saw the woman heading back into the 'no-admittance' section and waited patiently. After exactly fifteen minutes, she came back with the finished pair of contacts

"Here you go Mr. Potter, try them." She said handing him the contacts. Carefully he picked up his first pair of contacts, placing them in his eyes. He blinked a few times to get adjusted to the feeling.

He gasped as he got the first view through his contacts.

A simple 'Wow' was the only thing he could say, it was like someone had brightened up the colors around him. Everything was so clear to him.

"Quite, Mr. Potter" She replied chuckling. "Since you have purchased all my charms, I placed two extra as a bonus for you. Let's try them shall we. Blink your eyes three times."

Harry did as he was told. His vision changed, the world became black and white, but he could see different colored light emitting from different objects around the room.

"This, Mr. Potter, is what I like to call aura detection. It allows you to perceive different form of energies around you. Blink three times to cancel it. Then I want you to say 'Shield."

He again blinked three times as his vision turned normal, then said "Shield." A layer formed above his eyes, blocking excessive light from entering.

"This, Mr. Potter, is my newest the sun-glass charm. It blocks any form of light coming through. You can see clearly through it but no one can see your eyes. Say 'Retreat' to cancel them."

Smiling happily he said, "That's great, thank you. How much do I owe you?"

"That will be 170 galleons Mr. Potter." She replied

Harry drew his card and handed it to the shopkeeper. She deducted 170 galleons then handed it back. Thanking her again he exited the shop.

Back out of the shop, Harry continued building his mental map of Alley. A short distance ahead of him Harry came to a halt in front of his next destination. 'Madam Puddikins : Pet Shop.'

Walking in the shop he was fascinated by the cuprous amount of pets in it. Though the shop didn't appear much from outside, it was definitely bigger once you walked in. he examined many animals but none of them, to his dismay, seemed to have any pull on his magic, like a familiar would. While he could easily bond with any pet, he had truly hoped of finding his familiar.

"What's the matter young man? Why so sullen?" Harry looked up to see an elderly woman making his way towards him.

"It's nothing ma'am." Harry replied forcing a smile on his face. "I had just hoped of finding a familiar in here, but none of them have that pull."

The shopkeeper smiled mirthfully. "My, my, I am impressed someone as young as you even has the knowledge of familiars. Tell you what, you tell me your name and I'll help you find your familiar, Deal"

Harry nodded enthusiastically. "I am Harry Potter ma'am."

The woman's eyes widened. "Wow, the boy-who-lived in my shop. It is an honor Mr. Potter. Now, about the help I offered you. I need you to close your eyes and push your magic outwards, stretch it like a rubber band. If your familiar is indeed here you will connect with it. If that happens I want you to walk there, where your magic guides you, OK?'

Harry processed it quizzically but agreed nonetheless, having nothing to lose. He closed his eyes, extending his magical aura feeling it interact with the animals around him. None of the animals around him seemed to connect with it till he experienced a pull coming from somewhere behind him. Eyes closed, he blindly let his magic guide him. A few steps later, he reached the object in question. His magic was now flaring wildly, his soul singing in joy. He felt a strong pull from something in front of him.

Resting on the shelf was an egg; around four inches tall and two inches wide. Harry felt his magic pulse around the egg. It was gold in color, with blue speckles. It had no label on it.

"What have you got there?" The lady came by Harry, "Mmh," The old woman said looking at the egg. "That came into the shop even before my father took over. We don't even remember the story behind it. What does it feel like to you?" The shopkeeper asked Harry.

"It warm, really warm," Harry replied.

Harry picked the egg up from the pillow and nearly dropped it. As soon as he touched it, its whole surface became alight with lightning. Through his hand, which was touching the egg, it traveled to Harry's body but surprisingly, didn't harm him. In fact, the presence was calming. Little cracks were now forming on the egg. A beak like structure was sticking out. The cracks grew bigger, till the egg cracked open and flying out of it was, the most majestic bird Harry had ever seen. Its entire body looked like live electricity, with blue and white enamored on its wings. By each passing second the creature grew larger till it finally landed in front of Harry. Gigantic was now the only word fit for it. It was at least 15 feet tall, with a 30 foot wing span.

"Hello, little one. Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you." Harry was startled to hear a voice inside his mind. But when he looked deep into the onyx eyes of the bird, he felt that he could trust the creature. It was weird, and unnerving to him

"Hello Noble Bird. May I ask what exactly are you?"Harry though back.

"I am a thunderbird young one, the last of my kind. I have been waiting a thousand years for you. At last I have finally found you, master."

Harry's eyes widened."What do you mean? You mean to tell me you have waited that long for me"

The bird nodded its beak in approval."Yes Harry, don't you feel the connection we share, the pull in your veins as if your very soul was singing. That is what happens when a thunderbird and its master bond. Once a thunderbird chooses its companion they are bonded for life."

Harry looked into the creature's eyes and so nothing but honesty in them. He nodded. "OK, but what do I call you?"

The bird trilled in amusement. "I am afraid I don't have a name Harry. That is for you to decide."

He thought for a second. "How about Morgan, does it sound okay to you?"

Morgan cried in approval.

The giant bird then bowed to the wizard in a subservient position, indicating that Harry was his master!

"Allow me to swear the Loyalty Oath to you Harry. I, Morgan, the very last thunderbird, King of the air, do hereby claim Harry Potter as my Master. I swear to be by his side in all fights, to protect him with my life. Our fates are bound with this solemn oath, so says I, so mote it be"He looked at Harry expectantly before he snapped out of his revere.

"I accept your oath Morgan. I shall be your Master. But no more master stuff! I hate that. When I say you are my familiar I consider you my friend and an equal. Friends don't bow to each other." He grumbled.

"Sure thing Boss" Morgan replied smugly.

Harry groaned, "Great a bird with a humor. Just what I need"

Morgan flashed a mischievous smirk, before being surrounded in a roaring thunder. Morgan's body slowly turned into a solid thunderbolt, and then it shots forward, cocooning around Harry. He cried out in pain and shock, feeling a new consciousness merge into his mind.

Now, I am always with you Harry. You are able to use my powers and summon me at will." Morgan replied in his head.

Harry felt excitement bubble in his chest. He turned around to see the old shopkeeper lying unconscious near him.

Obliviating the woman's memory of Morgan, Harry revived him then exited the shop after paying for the 'egg'.

Checking his list he saw that he only had his robes and wand left now. So naturally his next stop was, 'Malikins: The clothing specialists.'

"Hello young sir. Welcome to my shop. How can I help you today?" The shopkeeper, a cute young lady asked, with an appreciative nod towards him.

Harry flashed his most flirtatious smile. "I am in need of clothing, both for muggle one's and wizarding ones." His voice filled with humor and mirth.

He raised his hands 'unknowingly' flashing his head of house rings.

The clerk's eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish. Getting up in a, hast she stammered. "Of… co…uu..rse, my Lord. I am Emily Malikins. Tell me all that you need and we'll see what we can do?"

"I need my Hogwarts robes, two winter cloaks; one with silver fastenings and one with gold, a set of dark, two dark blue dress robes, one green dress robes and traditional black dress robes with the Potter, Black and Slytherin crests on all, a pair of the finest black dragon hide boots, 5 dress shirts in white, 5 in black, two in dark blue, two in dark green, 5 pairs of black slacks, and 3 plain black robes with all the crests on them, all in the finest materials you have, Aside from that I also need a whole new muggle clothing wardrobe. And by everything I mean every type of clothing you have. I recently had a growth spurt and the only clothes that somewhat fit me are the ones I am wearing." Harry replied in a calm, measured tone, being as discrete as possible.

"Allow me a few moments to get your measurements, milord – and then I'll need 20 minutes to get everything ready. Would you like any charms placed on the garments?"

Harry consented to be measured and, while that was going on he replied, "What charms do you offer?"

Emily ran him a quick list of charms, and he gave it a few seconds of thought before replying "I would like the growing charms on every accessory, cooling and heating charms on all my clothes, Miss."

Harry waited patiently till the clerk came back with all his accessories. Trying on a pair of jeans and designer T-shirt, he nodded appreciatively. "Very good Miss Emily, in the future I would remember to do all my shopping exclusively from you."

Blushing furiously she replied. "It was a pleasure my Lord. Please call me Emily"

Taking her hand Harry kissed the back of it. "Not at all Emily, the pleasure was mine. Please call me Harry. Now, I am looking for a wand, is Olivanders the only shop to get wands?"

"No Harry, there is a shop just down the road called 'Greenwech Wands', though they charge more than Ollivanders, their wands are legendary."

"Thank you Emily, Good day."

After paying for his purchase Harry walked towards Greenwech Wands. He was greeted by an elderly man, who introduced himself as: Heinz Greenwech.

Looking around, he saw hundreds upon hundreds of wooden blocks, a myriad of objects in jars, several rare and precious jewels and metals, and other magical substances that he didn't even know how to begin describing. Harry moved to introduce himself.

"Lord Harry Potter." He said.

"Ahh the boy-who-lived in my shop, it is an honor to have you in my shop, although I had thought that a person like you would surely go to Ollivanders, after all, even the Malfoys go there." Replied Grenwech

"Excuse me?" Harry replied his tone had a dangerous edge to it, his magic reacting.

"I meant no disrespect My Lord, just making an observation that most folks go to Ollivanders."

Harry reeled in himself and softened his gaze. "I am sorry sir, your earlier comment just didn't sit right with me. I hate it when people assume things on my behalf."

The wandmaker nodded in acceptance, "Well, you came here looking for a wand. Let's get you started. First-things-first, I'll need to take some measurements."

"Now, Mr. Potter, I'll need you to run your hand over the tiny wood samples I have here on the table" at this, he gestured to the slivers of wood he had set in rows. "There are dozens, yes, but you'll need to go over every single one, and then let me know which one gives you the greatest feeling of warmth." Harry walked over and began.

He moved his hands above the samples but none gave the desired effect. Some just felt too cold while some gave him a shock. Finally on the last sample, he felt a warming feeling. The heat wasn't too intense, just calming, like on a warm sunny day.

He picked it up relishing the feeling of warmth. The wood was a rich blue in color with gold spots in between.

When Harry showed Greenwech the sample the wandmaker loeked like Christmas just came early. "Finally," He exclaimed joyously. "This wood has chosen its wizards. It is a very special wood piece Mr. Potter. This is from the core of Yggdrassil the world tree." The wandmaker paused for a while letting Harry grasp the information. "Moving on, you'll need to repeat the process with my selection of cores" he gestured to myriad of jars and containers with a smirk, "Same process as before." With a wave of his, own wand, all the lids and tops of the containers opened themselves, and vanished.

Harry walked over with an amused sigh, and began to run hands over the tops. He distantly heard, "It is okay to have more than one core as well. Multiple cores tend to make for some very interesting and powerful wands". By the end of the process, he felt warmth from a shimmering golden feather and a string of reddish-orange tissue.

Greenwech looked ready to faint. "Dammit! A Thunderbird feather and the heartstring of a Nundu, you are not going to be an easy customer Mr. Potter. These ingredients are the last of their kind after all. Your wand will be an interesting one, Harry, but I'll make sure it is one to be proud of. Wait here and I'll get your wand ready."

Harry nodded, when the wandmaker was out of his range of vision he spoke to Morgan. "Hey buddy, I just got a Thunderbird feather for my wand core. Is it okay with you?"

The bird chucked inside his head. "I know boss, that feather was actually from my great grandfather, a very powerful bird he was. Don't worry he would've been proud to see you wield his feather." Morgan assured him.

Harry sighed in relief, not wanting to hurt his new friend. He waited for few more minutes when Greenwech came back with a black wooden box.

"Here you go Mr. Potter. Your wand was a feisty one, but I am pleases to say it was my most powerful creation yet. "He said. "Go ahead, open it."

Taking the box, he reverently opened it. Words couldn't do justice to the beautiful work in front of him. The wand was a rich blue in color with fine gold lines spiraling along its length. The moment he grasped it, he could feel his magic establish a connection with the powerful tool, even his familiar was screeching happily at him. He gave an experimental swirl and a bolt of lightning burst from his wand.

Stunned, Harry looked down at the wand in his hand, then back up at Greenwech, multiple times. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out. Greenwech chuckled, reading his newest customer's thoughts. "You're welcome. Now that'll be 200 galleons."

"Actually sir, I wanted to ask you a question if you don't mind." Harry waited for the man to nod, then continued.

"Sir earlier you said that my wand cores were a powerful combination that you have never made before. If that was so, then why don't you make every wand made from such powerful ingredients? If indeed the wand decides the power of a wizard, then won't every magical folk want a powerful tool?"

Greenwech looked at Harry with a mixture of pride and admiration. "Very good Mr. Potter, it is the first time a wizard has observed such a thing. The answer however, is quite the opposite. The wand as you put it doesn't decide the power of a wizard. That is determined by the wizard himself. The wand is just a conducting medium if you will. It just serves as a base to direct your magic. As for the cores, well, they are decided by a wizard's power level, the more powerful a wizard gets, the more powerful conductor he would need, hence the power difference between the cores. Now just for theory Mr. Potter if you were to say, use my wand do you think you would be able to perform magic? No, because your power levels are so high that my wand won't be able to conduct your magic, the same is true vice-versa, the only difference in my case is that my magic levels are nowhere enough to even power your wand much less cast spells with it. Get it?"

Harry nodded understandingly. "Thank you for the insight sir. Have a nice day."

With that, Harry left the shop and exited Knockturn alley. Seeing as it was getting quite late and he had nothing better to do, he decided to check out one of his properties. Activation his Potter signet ring he said, "Potter Manor." Seconds later he vanished, whisked away by the portkey.

He appeared in front of some very tall, wrought iron gates, with the Potter crest depicted proudly in the center. The first thing he noticed about the area he was in was how thick and fresh the air was. He turned away from the gates to find himself facing a large expanse of land that he knew in the daylight would be lush and green. In the distance he could see a thick gathering of trees that stretched right across the skyline, clearly the Potters liked their privacy, there was no sign of any other dwelling in sight.

He turned back towards the gate and placed his hand on the family crest, his Potter ring glowing gold as the gate allowed him entrance.

Harry looked up to view his family home for the first time, from the outside. It was simply beautiful. It was an old stone building with thick oak beams surrounded by a more modern plaster on the top half of the property. The bottom half was weathered stone, that was clearly well maintained and the windows were oak-framed and very thick. There were well kept bushes interspersed sporadically throughout the grounds and in the distance he could see there were stables and other buildings where livestock was kept and cared for

As he walked forward he heard a *pop* and was greeted by a very regal looking house elf. It looked healthy, with long floppy ears and big tennis ball sized eyes.

He wore a crimson and golden suit with the Potter crest on them.

"Lord Harry Potter, Sir Yous have returned." The elf said in a deep male voice. "I am Couper Lord Potter, the Chief Potter elf." He finished bowing deeply.

"Hello Couper. Please call me Sir. No 'Lord' stuff."

"OK Harry Potter Sir. Would you like a tour?" The elf asked.

Couper pushed the large doors leading him inside,

The doors led to a beautiful and warmly lit foyer, with a sitting room on either side. One more formally decorated, for entertaining guests, and a second, with a cozier feel, for family.

Apart from the sitting room the ground floor contained a spacious kitchen which, much to his surprise, was equipped with all latest muggle equipment's, a library that extended till the second floor, a ball room, a study, a fully stocked potions lab and a large balcony that led to the back grounds of the property.

The land surrounding the house stretched roughly over 100 miles. There was a large swimming pool complete with its own miniature waterfall, a full sized Quidditch-pitch, a dragon hanger, stable and acres of free land.

The first floor fashioned a large master bedroom. A king sized bed was pushed against a side of the room. The room was done in a royal blue shade with golden curtains tied neatly with tasseled ropes.

The rest of the room was just as ornate; above the headboard of the bed was the Potter family crest and motto done in crimson and gold. It was decorated with crystal lamps, two intricately carved bookcases, and a marble fireplace with a cherry wood mantle. Off to the side, a set of double doors opened into a dressing room with two closets still stuffed full of his parents' clothing.

Further into this room, a final door opened up to the master bath which housed a large pool-like tub, a Jacuzzi and a simply massive shower. The counter-tops and appliances were all done in blue marble with gold fixtures and crystal faucets

Apart from the master bedroom the first floor had five family bedrooms and the second floor of the library. There were also three guest rooms.

Finally they reached the third floor; it featured a gym, a weapons training room complete with all the different types of weapons, a duelling pit, a full-fledged theatre and an entertainment room with a 50 inch T.V, a XBOX gaming console and a pool table.

The tour of the manor took longer than he expected. After 4 hours of continuous walking he was famished.

So, after a scrumptious dinner cooked by Edgar, his head cook, he headed towards the library seeing as he wasn't sleepy.

The library was large without a doubt. There were hundreds upon hundreds of books sorted by their categories. It was sensational.

"Well! Hello there, young man." A voice greeted him.

Harry turned around to the source, only to jump back in shock.

He stood there, frozen like a statue, facing a life size portrait of his grandparents. This one must have been made during their early days. They were both in their youths. His grandmother looked even more beautiful than her picture he had seen before and his grandfather was very well built, commanding an imposing presence.

"And who might you be, young man you are clearly not my son James." His grandmother asked.

"No, I am Harry." He replied swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Great heavens it is you." She exclaimed. "But you are no longer a baby like the last time I saw you, how old are you exactly?"

"I am eleven."He replied, fighting his tears at the sight of his family

"Hmm quite the power you have my son that to at such a tender age, take after your grandfather after all then." Charlus Potter said proudly.

Stepping closer he stared longingly the portrait. "The boy may take after you in his power but his looks are clearly from me, after all we can't expect such a handsome boy from the potter's side can we?" Dorea Potter replied cheekily.

"Hey!" His grandfather relief indignantly as the rest of them burst out laughing.

"But, that aside what took you so long to visit your grandparents Harry?" His grandmother asked with a serious expression once the laughter died down.

Steeling his nerves he replied. "This is the first time I have been here."

"How is that possible?" Charlus asked forcefully, "Why didn't James and Lily ever bring you here?"

"They were both murdered when I was just about a year old." Harry replied not meeting their gaze.

Dorea was trembling in grief while Charlus looked furious, his eyes a shining with raw power.

"Who was it?" He growled.

"It was Voldemort. He came after my parents in wake of a prophecy about me and him." He answered.

He could hear Charlus cursing violently. "That rat, Pettigrew sold them out then?" He stated.

Harry nodded.

"Knew it, I always warned James about that boy, no sense of morale in him." He swore. "I do hope that at least Voldemort was dealt with?"

Harry shook his head. "That is what the general population believes, but in my recent trip to Gringotts I learned something due to which I believe he is still alive. You see the night he tried to kill me his curse rebounded..."

This was as far as he got before his grandmother interrupted him.

"You were hit by the killing curse and lived?" Dorea asked in shock.

"Yes." He replied.

"It seems that you have some explaining to do son" Dorea said in a no argument voice.

Harry sighed but nodded, he explained his life in its entirety to his grandparents who exhibited a maelstrom of emotions from sadness, anger, pride and gratitude.

He told them all about life with the Dursley's, the abuse, his first discovering about magic, his prowess in wandless casting, his recent discovery about Voldermort's horcrucxes and how his scar was one.

When he was finished his grandparents were looking at him proudly.

"I am sorry my son this was not the kind of live you should have lead, I always knew the old coot was senile but this. Even Dumbeldore has dropped to a new low." Charlus growled. "If I could I would really hex him." He added.

"Don't worry. I already have plans for him. We can't kill him right now, as much as I hate to admit it, the man has his uses. For now I will work on weakening his political influences, starting with his years of crafted reputation. Dumbledore would surely come to rue the day he decided to mess with House Potter." Harry said resolutely.

"Spoken like a true black my son, add while we are on that topic is that the Black fault ring you are wearing." Dorea questioned.

Harry nodded. "I am the head of House Potter, House Black and House Slytherin." Harry said showing them his rings.

"Slyhterin! But that is not possible no one in the Black or Potter family line is even distinctly related to Salazar Slytherin." Charlus stated.

"I believe I can answer that." Dorea cut in. "I have studied the Slytherin line. You see few people really know the truth about him, people believe him to be the dark evil wizard who hates muggleborns. That is not true. He didn't hate them. On the contrary he wanted to protect them. In those days witches and wizards were considered as creatures of hell, any person discovered, with the ability to perform magic was instantly imprisoned or killed. That was one of the main reasons the founders constructed Hogwarts, to protect the magicals."

She was cut short by an irritated Charlus, "We get it, but what does it have to do with the boy being the heir?"

"I am getting to it." Dorea snapped. "Anyways where was I, yes after they built Hogwarts the founders went their separate ways. But out of all of them only Salazar stayed behind to teach the students. The man had never married, so as such he had no children of his own, out of loneliness he adopted a boy, Marcus, and although Marcus himself was a pure blood, his parents had been burnt alive by the muggle folk of his village. Marcus was always hostile towards all muggleborn students. Overtime as his hatred grew, so did his arrogance, he thought that every muggle was beneath him."

"Salazar although always suspicious of his son, was blinded by his love, till one day he caught Marcus attacking a bunch of students, intending to molest them. Salazar was so angry that he immediately kicked him out of Hogwarts. After that, Salazar mostly kept to himself, never taking to anyone, always reminiscing. It was during those days that he met his love, Marie Evanaseque; she was a brilliant student, kind hearted, loyal and compassionate."

"After her graduation she came back for her apprenticeship under Salazar. She was several years younger than him, but that didn't stop them from eventually falling in love. In secrecy, a relationship was formed between them, knowing very well that the society won't accept such things. They married in secret and had a girl, the mother however, died in childbirth. The child was named Anthea Evanaseque. This is a closely guarded secret of the Slytherin line."

"The Evanseque have changed their name several times in the past years the last being Evans, but the line only ever had girl child and since only a boy can claim the family's inheritance, they were never able to lay claim on the Slytherin line. Discarded and forgotten the line endured through the ages. Waiting, waiting for the one who would help them achieve their rightful place. Alas there day never came, until now Harry. "

"Your mother as everyone believes was not a muggleborn witch Harry. She was a pureblood, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. And now as the Head of House Slytherin it is your duty, my son to restore the line to its once former glory."

Harry stumbled back his legs not able to support him and fell on one of the chairs. Closing his eyes he let everything sink in. His mother was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin.

Harry tried speaking but couldn't form words. "It's okay Harry, we understand, this is a big revelation, don't worry it will go away eventually." Dorea said in a soothing voice.

Harry nodded emotionally.

"So, my son what are you going to do now?" Charlus asked.

"I am going to train and be the version of myself, I'll prepare myself so that when snakeface ever comes back I can finish him and avenge my parents." Harry vowed.

"Very good my son" Charlus said approvingly. "But don't forget to live my son, do you have a girl in your life."

Harry blushed at this. "Come on grandpa, I am only eleven you can't expect me to have a girlfriend already."

Charlus let out a booming laugh. "Nonsense my boy, I'll have you know I was quite the ladies man in my school days. Even when I was your age girls were just lining up to go on a date with me. You have a legacy….Owww"

Charlus turned around to see Dorea twirling her wand in her hand. "And when were you going to tell this to me dear." She said slowly approaching him.

"Now, now dear this isn't necessary I was just sharing my experience with Harry." Charlus stammered sweat dripping from his face.

"Really let's see then, but before that. Harry why don't you go ahead and go to sleep we'll talk in the morning." Dorea said politely but the undertone left no place for arguments.

"Of course, good night grandma" Harry smiled warmly at the portrait. As he exited the library he could still hear the sounds of curses being fired.

Chuckling, he made his way back towards the master bedroom. His dreams, for a change filled with happy thoughts.