BP: Hi everyone, this is my first Harry Potter story, where I want to write a different route for Harry, where he never went with the Dursleys and was raised by Pakura from the PAL series, which is technically from the Pokémon World. However, for the sake of the story, she would have more mastery of magic instead. Her husband, Nevryn Zhao, is an OC as well, but he doesn't belong to me, but rather to N. Aepic Fael.

I have read the Harry Potter books and was inspired to write my own fanfiction, but never had the chance to do so. Hence, I might stray a little from the Harry Potter universe due to the supernatural nature of the characters in question and I feel this is where the story would have gone if Harry was smarter, and raised by Pakura and her husband, for those who have read my PAL Series and know how much her abilities and authority extends to.

Warning: Pokémon references. I didn't put crossover mainly because it's heavily focused on Harry's world, and I already have plenty of Pokémon stories.

Privet Drive was a quiet, ordinary street where perfectly normal people lived. And since they were perfectly normal people with perfectly mundane lives and perfectly uneventful homes, they were of course asleep as it was late at night. No activity was happening this late at night, except for two people walking the street who certainly were not people would perceive as normal.

One was a man who was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.

The other was a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun.

"I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?" Professor McGonagall asked the man.

"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now." The man replied.

"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at the house with the number four on it. "Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got a son- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets like a spoilt brat. Harry Potter come and live here…are you crazy?"

"It's the best place for him," Dumbledore replied firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall incredulously, "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! They are the worst kind of Muggles anyone has ever met, Albus!"

"Now, Minerva, don't be upset. Harry will be safe with them…" Dumbledore said. "He's famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"

"Yes, but he won't be safe! They are monsters! They will never take care of him; they will never see him as their own child!" McGonagall protested.

"Minerva, you will wake him up." Dumbledore said, patting the sleeping baby. "He will be with the Dursleys as they are family. There was no will after all." He lied smoothly. In truth, there was, but Dumbledore felt he knew what was best for Harry.

The school's Transfiguration teacher looked at him for a while with her jaws clenched tightly, but nodded shortly after a long silence. "Fine, but if anything happens, it's your fault."

The headmaster happily went and put down the small child on the doorstep and leaving a letter he had written on Harry's chest.

"You'll be fine here." he said quietly to the child. "I can't wait until you get to Hogwarts." Then he turned to McGonagall. "We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations." With that, he turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone. The witch did the same, following the old man.

Unknown to them however, another person was wandering the streets at night, as she couldn't sleep deciding to take a stroll down the streets of Privet Drive. She wasn't afraid of no muggers or rapists; after all, she was confident enough to take them on with her training. She was an exquisite young woman with long jet-black hair and amethyst eyes and a curvaceous figure.

When she spotted those two talking, she turned invisible and eavesdropped on their conversation, and narrowed her eyes at the malicious feelings she sensed from the old man. It seemed like he had a long-term plan for the baby he held in his arms. When they "teleported" away with wooden pointy sticks that she was almost sure was a wand, the girl immediately went to the front of the house, and looked down at the baby.

The baby opened his emerald green eyes at the strange woman, and gurgled happily, reaching its arms out to her.

'Hmm…I've always wanted a son.' The woman thought. 'And this child would be abused if I let him stay with those…normal people. I would not let that old man ruin this innocent child's life! How can that man just dump that child on a doorstep like a delivery boy does a newspaper when he never even met those idiots?'

With that thought, she picked up the child, deciding she was glad she went on vacation to this country, after all. She teleported back to her home, which was quite far from here.

As the woman walked towards the house her late fiancé had built in the PAL Region, she wondered if her husband would take it well that she had taken this child, as both of them hadn't wanted another child, not after the first one that caused so much disaster it's comical in a bizarre way. It would be great to see the chaos back in wherever that old man was, and knowing they won't be able to track this child down. Not if she had anything to say about it.

Her husband was reading the newspaper when she came back. He was an extremely handsome man with combed down black hair that still stuck out in some places and grey eyes, and had a scar on his left cheek. To indicate his high-class status, he was currently wearing a black suit with a red tie. The man started when he saw his wife. After all, she was not due to be back for another few days.

"Pakura?" The man said. "What's with the baby?"

"There's something I need to tell you, Nevryn." Pakura replied, voice hushed. "It's a long story. You may wish to sit down."

Pakura looked at her husband and said, "Technically, I've kidnapped this child, and I want to raise him."

"What?" Nevryn exclaimed. "Why didn't you just leave him with whoever he was supposed to be with?"

"That is the problem. Apparently, this boy's name is Harry Potter and this guy named Albus Dumbledore wanted the boy raised by, the worst example of humans I've ever seen, almost as bad as Pokémon Poachers! I heard he didn't even bother to see for himself how the people were like and just dropped him on their doorstep with a letter!" She shoved the letter into Nevryn's hands. "I don't want him to suffer like I did because of my biological family and I can't just leave him behind like this since I knew I could prevent this."

"Sounds like that man hasn't got an ounce of common sense if he thinks this boy would be accepted into that home, based on what the woman said about them." Nevryn mused, reading the letter.

"That's why as soon as they'd left, I took him and I was hoping we would give him a home here, with all of us." Pakura explained.

"I thought you said you aren't ready for another kid after that one." Nevryn was amused. "Might I mention that you have other jobs on top of your titles?"

"He's an exception, but I do hope you'll consider raising him together." She looked at her husband nervously with pleading eyes. "He can't be worse than the first one."

Nevryn blinked at her, before kissing her. "Of course we'll keep the child. After all, between both of us, I'm sure we can do it."

"I'm sure our League members would love to help too." Pakura grinned.

"I'm sure." Nevryn sighed. "If what you said was true, then that means we've got to go to Caldia City and see if they have any books on wizarding culture."

"I can't wait to see if we can blood-adopt him." Pakura nodded, eyes shining at the word books.

"I'm sure there are potions for that." Nevryn replied, shaking his head at the look in her eyes. "Come on, let's go. We got supplies to pick up."

"Oh yeah, supplies…" Pakura murmured.

With that, the couple went hand-in-hand, with Pakura carrying the baby in one arm.

"Mama? Mama!" The two-year-old banged on Pakura's face in the middle of the night a year later. Pakura groaned and blinked her eyes at Harrison Zhao whom she decided to rename, as Harry Potter was not a very good name in her opinion. At least he got to keep his first name technically as Harry can be short form of his name.

"What is it, baby boy?" Pakura asked sleepily, as her husband blinked himself awake.

"Strange thing happen." Harry replied. He was surprisingly fluent for his age, due to the fact that he had listened to them talk, and presumably learnt on his own.

"Ok, what's this strange thing?" Pakura asked, deciding the indulge in the child.

As if to answer, Harry waved his arms, and a toy floated to him, and he caught it.

Pakura sat up suddenly, startling Harry. Harry looked tearful, as he thought Pakura was angry, and he hated making his mama angry, since she took care of him with love, as did his father and the other Elites he called his uncle and aunts.

"You've got magic…" Pakura whispered. "That means…"

Nevryn groaned at the look on Pakura's face. "You're going to enrol him in Salem Academy, aren't you?" Salam Academy was a school in Caldia City dedicated to teaching those born with magical power, usually young children to harness and control it, primarily in combat situations. Nevryn knew how intense that academy's curriculum was, as they had turned out some of the world's greatest sorceress.

"Of course, Nev. Magic has to be controlled from young." Pakura replied. "Could you believe Hogwarts doesn't even teach them how to use magic WITHOUT a wand? It's like they have to be dependent on it. This school would ensure Harry has other options before he goes to that so-called school and teach him how to forge his own wand."

"You have a point." Nevryn sighed, and turned to his son. "So? What do you think?"

"Me go! Me go!" Harry babbled happily. Anything to please his new parents after all.

Strange things started to happen from the next day onwards, making Pakura confirm that Harry couldn't control his powers, solidifying her case to send him to that school.

Once, Jude, the socialite of Pakura's group, had accidentally dyed his hair white from a paint Harry had spilled on him, and everyone had laughed themselves silly at him when he still had white streaks on his black hair, making him look older than he really was. Harry had pouted, upset when Jude reassured him that he'll live with white hair and that it was an accident, even giving him cookies to reassure him.

Next morning, however, Jude had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before the paint was spilled on him. Harry was next to him, clapping his hands happily. This made Jude almost sure that Harry was the one who wished the paint off him, and somehow it worked.

Another time, Randolph, the unlucky idiot from Nevryn's side, was finding himself unable to fit into a pair of pants. However, the harder he pulled up, the easier it seemed to become, until the pair of pants were too loose for him so it certainly wouldn't fit Randolph for another reason. Randolph saw Harry pouting with sadness, and he reassured him that he had tried to help, even if it failed in the end. Harry got ice cream in the end, which he enjoyed. However, Randolph got a streak of bad luck where his pants dropped in public, and he was arrested for public indecency as he did not wear underwear.

"Fine, I see your point." Nevryn conceded. "We'll register Harry to this school this afternoon. By the way, has Phillip finished scouting the so-called Wizarding World that he is from?"

"He was done a long time ago." Pakura smirked, slapping the report down on Nevryn's desk.

Nevryn sighed and looked through the thick file. He blinked at the report's information and grinned. "Looks like some adjustments would need to be made."

Something that was pointed out about Harry years later was his astoundingly high grades. Harry had improved so much under the tutelage of the school that he was now scoring in the Top 1% in the whole of the PAL Region and the top 3% of the whole regional scoring system, a scoring system that included all the other regions.

A nine-year-old Harry sighed, calming himself down. The teacher had put the class under the graduating test, and he himself noted he was the youngest examinee.

The teachers had recommended him for the exam, as they saw him as a prodigy, acing the classes easily thanks to his love for learning and the desire to make his parents proud of him.

There were four parts to the exam: an obstacle course that assess their physical condition, written exams on various subjects on the branches of magic, a test for magical weapon proficiency, and this stimulated combat situation.

Although many before him failed the last part, he was sure he could do it, as he faced off some Giant Armor that the teacher had summoned, dodging the blade that it brought down. He then activated a Weapon ÄRM named Aeros Staff, something he had forged himself during Magic Weaponry class.

He darted forward, getting a hit on his enemy, and backflipped at the next swing. The Giant Armor swung again, but Harry dashed away and landed several wind-based vertical wheeled blasts at the Giant Armor, knocking it back.

Harry leapt up, using his magic to enhance his jump for an uppercut, though it arched its sword around, which Harry blocked with his rapier, sending him to the ground. Harry sidestepped the sword coming down on him, and jumped aside when it swung the sword back up.

Harry concentrated magic on his feet, allowing him to propel forward at extreme speeds. Despite the Giant Armor's attempts to slash at him with its sword, Harry disappeared and reappeared all around it thanks to teleportation via his magic, leaping through the air and landing a blow with each pass.

After a slash to the face, the Giant Armor aimed at Harry's feet. While Harry leapt over it, he realized the Giant Armor was swinging at his head. Despite forming a magical shield, it knocked him down on the ground. Harry got back up, holding out his staff, pouring magic over the staff. The Giant Armor ran up and dropped its sword on him, but it met his staff and was deflected up.

Harry used his staff to gyrate the air into a serpentine form to charge at the Giant Armor, blowing it backwards. While doing so, Harry shot ice magic with his staff, freezing the Giant Armor in place. It swung again, but Harry leapt on the giant sword, and ran down it, slashing at it, effectively disarming it of its sword. The Giant Armor hammered its fist down, but Harry blocked it with his arm. Harry blinked, wondering why he didn't fell the damage.

Harry blasted it with a powerful gale, sending it flying, allowing Harry to trap it with blue bindings summoned from his staff. He then leapt into the air, descending on the Giant Armor, slashing the Giant Armor in half as he landed on his feet. The Giant Armor disintegrated in pieces at the final attack.

"Well done, Harry!" The teacher clapped, along with the class. "You truly are your parents' son after all."

Harry smiled, and thanked the teacher. He should have known there would be some expectations considering who his adoptive parents were, especially his mother, who was the Princess of a powerful regional principality, essentially making her more powerful than any royal family member or government. Furthermore, since she had won the right to be the heir to the throne of Genesis years ago, it means once she became Queen, he'd be the next Crown Prince to that region as her only son.

He hoped that his parents would be proud of him to be able to control his magic like this and use it for combat purposes.

When Harry went home, however, something really weird happened. He got home from school, and his mother was there (she's usually at work all day during the week, going to places to fulfil her duties and do her day jobs). She had this funny look on her face, and then she went, "I have to talk to you."

"What is it, mum?" Harry had asked.

"Ok, since it's still two years before they give that darned letter, let me tell you, Harry. It's a long story. I suppose the story begins with a person named Voldemort. For some reason, the wizards that you supposedly are born among don't like to say his name. Don't know why." Pakura said, as she sat down and poured tea, gesturing for Harry to do the same.

"Ok…what does that got to do with me?" Harry asked, taking a frosted cookie from the plate.

"I'm getting there. About twenty years ago, Voldemort started looking for followers. He got them too. Some of them joined because they were fearful of him, some joined because they wanted a bit of his power, because apparently, he was getting himself power. Those were the dark days, where no one knew who to trust, and no one dared get friendly with strange wizards or witches and terrible things happened. He started taking over, and those who stood up to him were killed by him." Pakura said, sipping her tea.

"What a horrible man." Harry shuddered, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah. Anyway, the nonsense was that the only safe places left was Hogwarts, because this old man named Dumbledore's the only one Voldemort was afraid of." Pakura rolled her eyes. "Apparently he didn't dare take over the school he runs. As for your biological parents…"

"What about them?" Harry didn't remember them as they were dead when he was a baby, according to Pakura.

"They were a good witch and wizard, as far as people knew. They were Head Boy and Head Girl in their Hogwarts days, that same school that old man ran." Her lips curled at the mention of the old man. "Whatever it was, on Halloween eight years ago, he turned up in the village you were living in- Godric's Hollow, where you were just a year old. He came to your house, killed your parents with the Killing Curse, and tried to kill you."

"He what?" Harry was shocked. "Then how did I survive?"

"Sacrificial Protection from your mum." Pakura answered. "You see, when your mother Lily gave her life for you out of deep, pure love, she provided the ultimate protection. It's an old magic. That was how you for that mark on your forehead. Since that Killing Curse didn't work on you, you were famous for it because no one else ever survived it."

Something very painful was going on in Harry's mind. As what Pakura told him came to a close, he saw again the blinding flash of green light, more clearly than he had ever remembered it before. However, he remembered something else, for the first time in his life: a high, cold, cruel laugh.

"What happened to Voldemort, then?" Harry asked.

"Not sure. He disappeared the same night he tried to kill you, which makes you even more famous. That's the biggest mystery. He was getting more powerful and he just went! Like that!" Pakura snapped her fingers. "Some say he died, some say he's still out there, biding his time, most of them thinks he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers, too weak to carry on."

Pakura paused to calm herself down, and said, "Albus Dumbledore…I don't trust him. He wanted to place you with her magic hating sister, Petunia Dursley, who was what they call a Muggle, believing you'd be safe there. They were the worst humans I have ever met, coddling their little boy, while disregarding the others. You won't be safe from them, that's for sure. That's why I took you in, and raised you as my own."

"Thank you, mum." Harry said, patting her hand. "But why tell me now?"

"Because a letter from Hogwarts would be sent to you when you're close to your eleventh birthday, and I don't trust the Headmaster. You shouldn't accept what others from that world tell you when you get to that school; you need to question everything." Pakura answered. "Anyway, they say your name's been down for Hogwarts ever since you were born, so they'll likely come for you."

"But won't they find out I'm not there?" Harry enquired.

"Don't worry, I took care of it. I also mind-controlled that batty neighbour of theirs, sent to be a spy for that old man. She's sending reports that you have been fairly mistreated all the time." Pakura sipped her tea, and ate a cookie. "Aura is different from magic, after all. It's too bad it didn't occur to them that there are other ways of achieving your objective."

Harry smirked back, and Pakura went on, "Also, one more thing: there is something special about your scar I am sure our spirit medium could take care of. I sense malice in that forehead of yours, like Voldemort latched a little bit of himself into you. Do you want us to take care of it?"

Harry jumped at the chance. "Of course!" He trusted his mother, no matter what.

Nevryn looked at the woman in front of him, who was pacing back and forth. She had black hair that reached just past her shoulders that was plaited in two braids at the crown of her head and emerald green eyes. She had a slender figure, making her look frail, but she was much stronger than she looked.

"You look pissed, Akeno." The blood magic wielder commented to the spirit medium.

Akeno glared at him and snapped back, "That was an evil soul, Nevryn! Who knows what would have happened if I didn't remove it with my spiritual powers! I'm sure that old man has done something else to Harry too!" While the scar faded somewhat, it was enough so Harry could conceal the scar with his magic if he so wished to.

"Alright, alright." Nevryn conceded. "Although at this point, Harry has learnt all he could from that school, I figured we should coach him about the society he allegedly belongs to."

"Can I learn more about aura, too?" Harry asked hopefully, as he came in and heard the last part. He knew both his parents could use it, and so could the other Elites.

"I suppose." Nevryn answered. "You have shown incredible progress, which calls for us to put you to a more challenging test, namely learning about your own world and we shall see if you have Aura in the first place. This way we can see just how skilled you truly are."

"I think I do." Harry answered. "Just now, when fighting some Giant Armor, it hit my arm while I was unguarded. But I wasn't hurt. I might have cloaked myself with Aura unconsciously and tanked the attack."

"Very well, then." Nevryn sighed. "We shall see. We will begin in an hour's time. Come straight to the study room once you're done. I won't let up on you, Harry."

"I was hoping you didn't, dad." Harry smiled.

Almost a year later, Harry lashed out in a flurry of kicks and punches, trying to defend his young body from injury during his father's attack. He had just twisted out of the way of Nevryn's flying kick when a fist came out of nowhere to land firmly in his gut, making him stagger.

Harry gathered his strength to charge and swing his sword at Nevryn, only for his father to jump out of the way. Nevryn sent Harry flying back with another kick, disarming him of his only weapon.

Harry continued to try and attack with a kick, but is blocked by Nevryn's arm. Their limbs locked, Nevryn managed to throw him off and kneed him in the gut, making Harry fall to the ground in pain.

Harry tried to catch his breath as he leapt back up to continue to counterattack against his own father. It was no use using magic, as he had learnt the hard way his father would be able to dodge the magic attacks due to his sheer speed.

"Very impressive, Harry." a female voice came suddenly and the two opponents looked at the third person.

"Mum." Harry looked embarrassed.

"How has he been progressing, Nev?" Pakura asked.

"Splendid!" Nevryn replied, grinning. "He's actually progressing during the spars during these few weeks, although he still had a habit of using his magic despite you being immune to magic."

"And his studies?" Pakura raised her brow.

"He works hard." Nevryn nodded. However, it was an understatement. "Everyone had nothing but good things to say about him when he learns under them."

Ever since they decided to teach him about his magical world knowing that the Headmaster of Hogwarts was banking on him being ignorant, he had been devouring the books his parents got him. Since they did not know much about year levels, they simply got all the books that they could get their hands on, not caring how difficult it was to comprehend.

One after another, Harry absorbed them and remembered them all with perfect clarity and he had finished the entire library in their house, all the way up to what people perceive as university level material. He particularly liked reading about Ancient Runes, Divination, Legilimency & Occlumency and all about Wizarding Arts.

It was then that Harry turned his attention to Phillip's works, knowing he was an inventor and had ideas of weapon designs and when Harry came along, magical weapon forging. He also read up on Phillip's works on duelling strategy, magical creature behavioural and migration patterns and training for each of the Elite members. Those were just some of the books that fell to Harry's seemingly insatiable quest for knowledge.

Nevryn noted Harry also spent his free time forging his own wand and magical weapons from lessons back in Salem Academy by melting and combining wand cores and wand woods, using a book on Wandlore as a guide for him or creating spells on his own. In fact, just recently, he made his own wand out of a core that is a mix of a Horned Serpent horn and a Thunderbird tail feather and its wand wood was a mix of Acacia and Pine.

Harry shrugged, knowing this was good enough for him. He didn't see the need to have a wand, considering he can cast spells without one. After all, magic is only limited to the imagination, as he was told during his lessons in Salem Academy.

Everyone who had noticed Harry's ability to absorb and retain knowledge noted that he was just like his mother, loving to learn and try new things.

"If Harry turns out even half as good as either of his parents then look out Dumbledore, look out Hogwarts and more importantly…look out Voldemort!" Jude had said in awe.

Harry had also obediently followed Akeno's knowledge of proper mediation and practised his Aura abilities. It seemed to give him a link to the consciousness of any living creature and read their thoughts to understand them, giving him an empathetic link to them. Once he mastered this, he began learning how he could use it for offensive and defensive purposes, in the case if his magic was not available to use.

He particularly liked using his Aura to 'push' the other person or magical creatures into submission by being soothed or intimidated with his Aura. Once he'd learnt and mastered that aspect, he began the physical training. Again, having someone like his parents to teach him- it was child's play for Harry to adapt and perfect the concepts of Aura.

Harry didn't stop there though- he made it a point to watch fighting matches and action scenes from various media, making it a point to observe their way of fighting and how they used their techniques to fight, knowing his Aura can mimic it and even develop abilities with his Aura.

"What are you doing here, mother?" Harry asked in the present, "I thought you had to work today."

Another smile from Pakura came as she walked out of the training room with her husband and son and said, "I am going to take my little boy somewhere special. A day of fun awaits!"

Harry laughed, knowing what Pakura meant. After all, he knew what all of them did for a living and knew his parents were powerful people and was well-known even among the society he supposedly belonged to; his parents had never kept any secrets from him after all. He didn't even mind that they are willing to kill others, as Salem Academy had taught them that when opponents fight in a duel, all bets were off.

Yes, they were his parents and nothing would ever change that. If he realized there is a way to be blood-adopted into this family, he'd take it without hesitation.

Harry pretended to scowl, "You're going to drag me from training just for this trip?"

Pakura grinned, "If you want, I could take you back and forget about the trip I prepared."

Harry shot his mother an impish look and hit her lightly on the arm, "Do it and I won't let you sleep for a week."

"Oh dear, I taught him too well." Pakura groaned. The one time she had broken a promise to Harry, she ended up somehow floating above a sea full of sharks, and had fallen in the moment she woke up. Fortunately, the sharks liked her due to her charm that affects all living creatures. "So, are you prepared?"

Harry nodded, walking over to the training room to flip open a panel in the wall. The boy selected a set of throwing knives to hide in his jacket, hiding two daggers in his boots, one in each boot. He also had his new custom-made wand with his staff that he kept in the form of a ring.

"We're going to set the town on fire." Pakura declared, as she went out with Harry on his first assassination mission. This is going to be a fun week.

For a moment Harry and Pakura paused at the top of the roof, the very essence of danger. Both of them were tall, with the sunlight illuminating them, making them shrouded with shadows. Both were tall, Harry taller than most his age, and had figures indicating they were trained for combat. From looking at them, no one would suspect Harry was adopted.

"Ready?" Pakura asked Harry. Harry nodded, just as the alarm sounded and the thieves ran out of a bank.

"Go, Harry!" Pakura shouted. Harry jumped off the roof, and Pakura heard yelps as a man flew down fellow, hitting the telephone pole. Another gestured for the third man to handle Harry, and Harry simply kicked him to the nearby store windows. The leader scowled, but Harry smiled back at them before activating his Aeros Staff and striking it into the ground.

"Okay…Get him!" The leader ordered. The remaining men headed out of the shop and ran towards Harry, who spun around on the top of his staff and kicked the first approaching criminal in the face, throwing a knife at him, impaling him in the chest. He got his Aeros Staff and fired his weapon to hit another one with the bottom of his weapon, sending him flying. An explosion occurred, indicating Harry had added an explosive spell into the attack.

He brought the sharp end of the staff down on another attacker, impaling him from behind with the knife he was calling back to him and dodged the next guy's gunfire with his own speed, getting close enough to knock him in the air, following him upwards so he could cut off his head.

The leader held up his arms in surrender, but Pakura leapt from the roof, crushing his head with her foot. The blood splattered all over Pakura, and Harry grinned.

"And that's the finale of our show!" Harry grinned.

"Come on, let's get back. I know they are all waiting for your grand entrance."

Pakura sighed as she opened her morning newspaper, smiling as she watched Harry and Nevryn enjoy her breakfast. Nevryn was telling some joke about a preacher, and Harry was laughing whole-heartedly. She blinked as she heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.

"I'll go get the mail." Pakura volunteered, going to the door. Two things lay on the doormat: a large pile of fan letters, no doubt from their own fans and a letter for Harry. Pakura picked it up and stared at it, thinking she knew what this letter meant. In fact, it was addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp. Turning the envelope over, Pakura saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

'Harry's aura had completely changed when we started training him and all, they must have thought of him as still living with the Dursleys, since I put a constant magical power at that house. Good thing I designated one letter to be redirected to me.' Pakura thought. 'Looks like my spell still holds up. They don't know Harry is here. Although something tells me I might have to go back and make Petunia write the acceptance letter.'

"Something wrong, dear?" Nevryn asked, going up to his wife.

"It's for Harry." Pakura replied, walking into the dining room. "Hey Harry, letter for you."

Harry looked up from his pancakes. It must have been from Hogwarts!

He took the letter and opened it in front of his parents.

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.

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

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

"You mean they use owls to deliver mail?" Harry was incredulous.

"Yep." Pakura nodded, and pointed to the second parchment. "Let's see what you need for this school of yours."

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

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, 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 Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic 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

Wand

Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set

Glass or Crystal Phials

Telescope Set

Brass Scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"Who needs brooms when you can fly on your own?" Harry muttered.

"Well, they do need it for a sport named Quidditch." Nevryn answered.

"I'm not into Quidditch." Harry smiled. "I wouldn't mind playing once in a while though."

"So, want to get your supplies today?" Pakura asked.

Harry nodded, smiling.

"Ok, put on a glamour. Don't you worry about money, Harry." Pakura smiled. "I went to scout that place personally last week, and your parents left you something, and we actually have a vault there ourselves. First stop for us would be a Wizarding Bank called Gringotts. They are run by-"

"Goblins, I know." Harry said, disguising himself as a brown-haired boy with amethyst eyes just like his mother.

"Then come on, let's go." Pakura smiled, cutting open a portal with her katana. Later, as they walked through the little town to the station, she made sure to hold on to Harry's hand as tight as possible as it was crowded. When they reached the station, there was a train to London in five minutes' time. Pakura, being familiar with foreign culture, had paid for the tickets with the correct currency.

While had been to London before, he still looked around curiously as they passed by book shops and music stores, hamburger restaurants and cinemas, but nowhere that looked as if it could sell anything magical. Pakura said it's because the wizards hidden themselves very well with a pub called the Leaky Cauldron.

'It's their best line of defense, hiding in an ordinary street full of ordinary people.' Harry thought.

"This is it," said Pakura, coming to a halt, "The Leaky Cauldron."

Pakura was right. It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub, and was so unnoticeable, if Pakura hadn't pointed it out, he wouldn't have noticed it. The people hurrying by didn't even glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all.

"It's like only we can see it." Harry commented.

"Exactly." Pakura answered. "I can see it because I still have magical power, despite the fact that I am not really that type of witch."

For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in.

"Hello, Tom." Pakura said coolly.

"P-Princess Pakura!" Tom stuttered, reaching for a glass. "Would you like a drink?"

"No Tom, I'm bringing my son to get school supplies." Pakura answered curtly. With that, she led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds.

Pakura was looking at the bricks in the wall above the trash can, finding the brick she wanted. She then tapped the wall three times with her hand. The brick she had touched quivered and a small hole appeared, growing bigger and bigger, until they were facing an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.

"Diagon Alley." Harry said, knowing what this place was from the books. As they stepped through the archway, Harry noticed the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.

They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was a goblin.

"That's Gringotts, alright." Harry muttered, as they walked up the white stone steps towards the goblin, who was more than a head shorter than Harry. The goblin bowed as they walked inside, and Pakura bowed back as respect. 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.

"You'd have to be mad to try and rob that." Harry said, reading the sign.

"Of course." Pakura laughed, as she bowed back to the pair of goblins that bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter. They were doing various things such as scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, and examining precious stones through eyeglasses.

"Good Morning, sir." Pakura said to a free goblin as they walked up to the counter.

"Princess Pakura. A pleasure to see you again." The goblin replied. "How may I help you today?"

"I'd like to question the validity of Albus Dumbledore holding the key to Mr. Harry Potter's vault, Gornuk. I believe I have spoken to you about it last week?" Pakura asked.

"Yes, I believe I did. I told you that you'd have to bring the person in question in order for us to do the inheritance test." Gornuk replied.

"He's here." Pakura replied, nodding towards Harry Potter.

"Alright then, follow me." Gornuk walked through a door and led both of them to an ancient looking room. "If you really are Mr. Potter, you won't be averse to do an inheritance test." Gornuk walked to a tablet that had an empty blank scroll and knife on it.

"What should I do?" Harry asked, as he walked to the table.

"Cut your palm with the knife and let the blood drop on the scroll." Gornuk replied.

Harry smiled, and cut a thin line and let his blood drip onto the scroll. After a puddle was made, Harry magically healed his own palm and words came on the scroll.

Gornuk took one look and said, "Alright, you're definitely Harry Potter. However, your magical guardian was Albus Dumbledore, and he said he would hold on to the key for your vault."

"And if I say he violated his rights?" Pakura said darkly.

"Do you have any proof?" Gornuk asked nervously.

"This is my proof." Pakura slapped it down, and the goblin opened the paper, and widened his eyes at the evidence.

Final Section of the Last Will and Testament of James Potter and Lily J. Potter (nee Evans).

We the undersigned, (James and Lily Potter) declare this is the final section of our will, forsaking all others written before this date. Should we be found and killed, we have prepared as to who would be taking care of Harry in this section.

The following shall be the order of his guardians:

Sirius Orion Black: A good friend and godfather to Harry

Remus Lupin: A good friend

Alice and Frank Longbottom: Good friends

Amelia Susan Bones: A good friend and close colleague

Any other house that fought on the side of the light

In under no circumstances is Albus Dumbledore to have magical guardianship of Harry, nor is Harry to go to Lily's (my) sister and brother-in-law. We don't feel safe having either of them be his guardians.

Signed this day

October the 5th 1981

James Potter

Lily J. Potter (nee Evans).

Witnesses:

Sirius Orion Black

Remus Lupin

Frank Longbottom

Alice Longbottom

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Counter signed by the Chairman of the Gringotts Bank (London):

Ragnok

"Well?" Pakura asked politely, pointing to the last name under the Witnesses section. "If Albus Dumbledore witnessed and violated the will of Lily and James Potter, then he should be convicted of fraud, would he not? Especially since he had been doing withdrawals from Harry's vault to fund his own organization like you told me last week and whoever gave him access to the vault would also be convicted."

'How did you get that, mum?' Harry asked telepathically.

'Stole it.' Pakura told Harry. 'I got bored and decided to test Hogwarts' defences and nicked it straight from his office. I took the final section only so he wouldn't notice the will being gone. The portraits didn't even see me and the security could use more work.'

'Well, you aren't PAL's best assassin for nothing.' Harry shook his head. Only people like his mother would do something like that when bored.

"What would you like to do about this, Lord Potter?" Gornuk asked, turning to Harry.

Harry and Pakura looked at each other. He knew what he was going to do the moment he looked into her eyes.

"I would like to be blood-adopted by my mother, and combine my assets with hers." Harry replied. "She would take control until I get of age. I shall permanently take the name of Harrison Zhao. Here is a vial of my father and mother's blood, and please transfer all my money to the vault my mum has. Close all access to the vault with the exception of me, my mum and my dad." He handed two vials of blood.

'When did you…' Pakura was shocked he had prepared this.

'From when I cut you during training last week.' Harry shrugged. 'I am quite the opportunist.'

"Very well, Lord Potter." Gornuk bowed to him. "I would prepare the potion at once."

"Are you sure, Harry?" Pakura asked, while the goblin went to prepare the potion. "I mean, you can just be emancipated."

"No, mother. I trust you. Should Dumbledore try and claim back guardianship because of this fact, he wouldn't be able to because I have one. You and my dad." Harry hugged her.

That was why he did not hesitate when he drank the Blood Adoption Potion, changing his appearance dramatically. He was now taller, with his hair being less messy, framing his face. His emerald green eyes were also changed to amethyst to match his mother's and his facial features took after his father's. His scar on his forehead was also gone, which Harry took as a good thing, as he was sure everyone would be looking out for the scar to identify him.

Unknown to them, back at Hogwarts, the Quill of Acceptance scrawled out Harrison Zhao's name. However, they did not erase the name of Harry Potter.

"Does the House of Potter still exist?" Pakura asked Gornuk.

"As for now, no because the assets are now under the House of Zhao. When he is of age, he can decide whether he wants to restore the House of Potter, with the house's ring as proof of his heritage." The Goblin replied. "If you like, we can take you to your mother's vault to get it, as due to your request, we combined both your assets."

"Sure thing." Harry nodded.

"Very well." Gornuk said, "I will have someone take you down to the vault. Griphook!"

Both of them followed another Goblin named Griphook toward one of the doors leading off the hall.

"May your gold flow, and may your enemies' heads roll." Pakura and Harry said, bowing to Gornuk, who grinned.

Griphook held the door open for them, and they found themselves in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks towards them. Both of them climbed in and they were off, hurtling through a maze of twisting passages.

"Woo-hoo! What a ride!" Harry cheered. When the cart stopped at last beside a small door in the passage wall, Harry wanted to ride it again, but Pakura smacked him, saying he could do it later.

Griphook placed a hand on the door of the vault, and it melted away to reveal a cavelike opening crammed from floor to ceiling with golden coins and goblets, silver armour, potions in jewelled flasks, jewellery, and contracts regarding properties.

"It's not all my assets." Pakura admitted. "Just the ones I bothered to transfer in here. But it's all yours to use."

As Harry piled some of it into a bag, he remembered that the gold ones are Galleons and there are seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle. Pretty easy to remember, considering the currencies of other countries.

"Who the hell is Ginevra Molly Weasley?" Pakura suddenly shouted, a murderous aura surrounding her. She held out a magical binding contract that was a marriage contract between him and a girl named Ginevra Weasley. It was signed by Albus Dumbledore.

Harry was startled and turned to the contract, reading it. He paled at the prospect of being betrothed to a girl he didn't even know.

"P-Princess, please calm down!" Griphook stuttered, frightened by the aura. If Ragnok found out they made one of their best customers who respected them very much even with her position, he'd have his head!

Furthermore, she's even scarier than all the dangerous creatures known to the wizarding world combined when angry, as proven when she defeated all the goblins in warrior combat once when she was provoked. "The contract is void as Albus Dumbledore had been proven to be unqualified to be his guardian, and whatever contracts he signed on behalf with Harry Potter is all void!"

"Are you sure that he didn't use Harry's blood to sign it or whatever?" Pakura's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, please! Even he can't forcefully take the blood to sign it. He's waiting for Harry to consent willingly! Wait, I would get Ragnok to dissolve the contract immediately!" Griphook pleaded, when Pakura's eyes started to glow.

"Do it then, immediately like you said." Pakura said, calming down and shoving the paper at Griphook. "Destroy all contracts that Albus Dumbledore had signed on behalf of my son! Only Nevryn or I can do that! Understand?"

"Yes, Princess!" With that, Griphook had to search the vault for the void contracts to take to Ragnok to destroy.

"Got enough?" Pakura turned to Harry kindly as if she didn't just snap at a goblin, and Harry nodded after taking the House Potter ring, which looked like a school ring emblazoned with the House of Potter's crest, that consisted of a large red and gold shield and two gold swords behind pointing diagonally downwards like a cross. One wild cart ride later they stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts.

"I guess we would just get your robes." Pakura said, pointing to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here; another young man being fitted up just now, in fact." She smiled at Pakura, whom she admired, and Pakura bowed back silently.

Pakura sat down and waited while Harry went to the back of the shop, where a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool and a second witch was pinning up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hullo," said the boy, "Hogwarts too?"

Harry nodded, looking at the boy from the side of his eyes.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," explained the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice.

"That's nice. My mum is waiting for me at the front. She preferred we shop together." Harry answered. "She said we could buy some things we can't bring to school yet; it might be of use later."

The boy nodded, seemingly impressed. "Yeah, I know first years can't have their own brooms. Have you got one?"

"No," said Harry. "Didn't see a need for one."

"Play Quidditch at all?"

"It's the wizarding sport, isn't it?" Harry asked. "Popular among our culture."

"Yes. My father said it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house." The boy shrugged.

"I see, but I don't play." Harry nodded, not sure what to feel of this boy. "Know what house you'll be in?"

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been." The boy replied.

"Hmm…Slytherin don't get along with Gryffindor, do they?" Harry asked, remembering what the books said.

"Of course not." The boy chuckled. "So, what does your mother do? She's our kind, isn't she?"

"She is a witch, if that's what you mean." Harry replied.

"What about your dad?" The boy pressed on.

"He's technically a wizard." Harry replied. "He's particularly fond of blood magic." Harry wondered if this was pure-blood prejudice. He had heard of pure-bloods believing they shouldn't let the other sort in, that sort being Muggle-borns, where they've never been brought up to know the wizarding ways, and some never even heard of Hogwarts until they got the letter.

'If you ask me, my mum's magical skill probably exceeds most of the wizards with her belief that magic is limitless and constantly trained them.' Harry thought, as Malfoy asked, "Interesting. What's your surname?"

But before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said, "That's you done, my dear."

Harry turned to the boy and said mysteriously, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." After all, he knew his parents were renowned even among the wizards for their magical capability and unique magical skills. With that, he hopped down from the footstool and waved.

"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," the boy waved back, as Harry nodded.

Pakura and Harry stopped to buy parchment and quills. Harry found a bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote, and Pakura indulgently bought him one bottle. Harry made a mental note to use it only when he writes to his parents.

"The boy from Madam Malkin's probably thought Muggle families shouldn't even be allowed in." Harry observed, as Pakura bought him a set of Dictating Quills that records whatever words a person says.

"Well, you're not from a Muggle family, that's for sure. You're at least a half-blood. That boy you saw, you're right, he's a pure-blood. He probably grew up knowing your birth name if that's the case. But birth right doesn't equal to skill. Look at me and your father. Look at your biological mother." Pakura replied. "But Slytherin, huh…"

"Voldemort was a Slytherin." Harry hummed, as they headed to a bookstore called Flourish and Blotts, where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all.

Pakura laughed. "Too true, but not all Slytherins are bad people. Get your school books and any other books that catches your fancy, alright?"

"Thanks, mum!" Harry almost grinned ferally.

She almost regretted it when Harry had come back with a whole stack of books that ended up being way taller than him. Pakura checked the top of the book, which said, Curses and Countercurses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue- Tying and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian.

"Well, I suppose it'd be useful for light reading and practice makes perfect." Pakura nodded, as she went to the counter to purchase the books, and shot the shopkeeper a look that said, "Don't ask" when he shot them a funny look for buying so many books.

She even allowed him to buy a solid gold cauldron and the pewter cauldron on his list, and said they'll keep the solid gold cauldron for when he comes back home to practice brewing potions and promised to even go around and collect potions ingredients for him. They also got a nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope, before visiting the Apothecary.

The Apothecary smelt like a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages and it had barrels of slimy stuff on the floor. Jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling.

Aside from the basic potion ingredients required, Pakura had bought other ingredients as well that included even the most expensive ones like silver unicorn horns and Acromantula venom, figuring she should splurge a little if it might be of use to discover new types of cures for her regional doctors.

"Well, that leaves your so-called wand." Pakura sighed. "You must be careful of that wand you buy."

"I know, I know- they can track underage magic, which is not allowed when you're not in school." Harry sighed.

"I suppose we'd have to get an animal too." Pakura muttered.

'Uh-oh.' Harry thought, knowing what happens when animals spotted his mother due to her charm. "It's ok mum, I'll get an owl myself! You can just wait outside."

"Hey, it'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?" Pakura shrugged, as she entered the shop.

Ten minutes later, Harry had to cover his face as they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which was now empty of owls. Everyone was shouting at the flock of owls who somehow escaped from their cages, pecking at anyone and everyone as they followed the pair of them in the sky. Pakura was humming happily, oblivious to the chaos she caused as she carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, who was hopping around excitedly at Pakura.

"Should we go for your cover wand now?" Pakura asked happily.

"Please." Harry groaned, looking at the entire flock of owls following after them. The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

The owls, upon realizing which shop they were going to, landed on the roof of the shop, making Harry inwardly whimper.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair. There were thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling, which Harry assumed it was full of different wands.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry turned to see an old man standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello." Harry and Pakura said in unison.

"Princess Pakura. Good to see you again." The man said. "Although, you don't use any of my wands, may I ask the reason of your presence here?"

"I would like to get a wand for my son here, Ollivander." Pakura replied. "Meet Harrison Zhao, my son."

"Ah yes," said Ollivander. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing your son soon, though I did not expect you to take him here. Well, now, Mr. Zhao. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket.

"Which is your wand arm?" Ollivander had asked.

"I'm ambidextrous." Harry answered.

"Hold out any of your arm." Harry shrugged and held out his left arm. Ollivander e measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. Harry noticed the tape measure was doing it all on its own.

Harry thought, 'If I remember correctly, every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, similar to what I have used when I made that wand. No two wands should be the same, and in theory, one would never get such good results with another wizard's wand. It's too bad this rule doesn't apply to Salem Academy, where I was taught to adapt and channel my magic through whatever weapon I am given.'

Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes. "That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Mr. Zhao. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave."

Harry took the wand and waved it, causing some boxes to fall off onto the floor. Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand at that.

"Alright then, not this one. Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try -"

Harry tried, and more explosions occurred, causing debris to fall. Ollivander snatched it back again.

'What? What's wrong with those wands? I can perform well enough.' Harry thought, irritated.

"No, no -here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out." Ollivander instructed.

'What are you even waiting for?' Harry thought, getting irritated.

"Eh, he has a way of telling if the wands really chooses you or not, or so he said." Pakura was watching the show with mild interest, as the pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair.

"Try this one- holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple." Ollivander said.

Harry sighed, but took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He blinked as he raised the wand above his head, where a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework.

'Finally?' Harry thought. Was this how the wand chooses the wizard?

"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well...how curious...how very curious..."

He put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering to himself as to how curious this was.

"Spit it out already." Harry sighed.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Zhao. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother was the one who killed the Potters, and tried to kill Harry Potter." Ollivander said.

Harry and Pakura looked at each other, and nodded. Harry paid the seven gold Galleons for his wand, and when he left his shop, Pakura turned to Ollivander.

"Sorry, but I can't have you reporting this to Dumbledore." Pakura said, holding the man down with telekinesis, and shooting him in the head with what she called a "Memory Bomb", effectively erasing his memory of the encounter as she had shot him with a bullet containing the memory he already had.

After erasing evidence such as putting all the wands back in the shelves, she walked out of the shop, the owls on the roofs on high alert when she exited.

"Shall we get home?" Pakura asked Harry, who nodded. Pakura opened a portal home at a dark alley, and Harry walked in, Pakura following through it. The owls quickly swopped in after them before the portal closed.

Nevryn groaned at the flock of owls hooting away in their home. "She went into an owl shop, didn't she?"

Harry nodded, as the owls clamoured around Pakura for a pet.

Hours before his birthday, Harry had a plan. A very daring plan.

He sat in his room with his new books late at night, reading up on spells that wizards supposedly use. Although he didn't really need any of those spells to get the same effects due to PAL's different way in casting magic, he was sure it would blow his cover if he didn't say the words. Besides, it's always a good thing to have more options during a fight.

As he read Criminal Minds: Covering your Tracks, however, he realized if Muggles did not have any magic, then there was no way the policemen could prove anything if he committed a crime and framed it on the Muggles. He also knew of his parents helping to cover him by making it look like he was living with the Dursleys.

If Harry wanted to erase himself completely in everyone's eyes, why not make it look like the Dursleys had killed him? That way, he could get them out of the way and Dumbledore would not be a big part of the problem when he gets to Hogwarts.

Although he might show some interest due to who his parents were, it meant he wouldn't be watched so much, and he'd have more free time of his own during school. Besides, the chaos that would ensure would be delicious when they found out it was Dumbledore who had placed him with the Dursleys despite the will stating otherwise.

He frowned, however, as he knew if he was caught by his parents, he'd probably be grounded. But then, he grinned again as he realized it was his birthday and he could ask for whatever he wanted.

"This had better be good." Nevryn yawned as he was in his pajamas.

"Father, I know what I want for my birthday." He said, pointing to the clock that said "12.00a.m"

"And what is it?" Nevryn asked.

Harry whispered the plan to Nevryn and he sighed.

"How would you even know where they are?" Nevryn asked Harry.

"Simple. Just track the letters to where they've gone. It is likely they would try and stop that 'Harry' from going to Hogwarts. After all, they always find their recipient." Harry smirked.

"Why won't you get Paku…" At Harry's look, he answered his own question, "Oh right, the owl fiasco. Alright, let me get my coat, you're executing the plan by yourself, aren't you?"

Harry grinned.

The father-son duo tracked the letters to a gloomy-looking hotel named Railview Hotel on the outskirts of a big city. They broke in by phasing through without alerting the security guard and quietly reading the address of the letter the owls probably dropped, or was magically sent there at the front desk.

"Room 17." Harry whispered. Nevryn nodded, as they walked silently to that room, avoiding the few security cameras. When they entered, they saw one fat boy was snoring away in a twin bed, while another boy, messy black hair, loose clothes and taped spectacles stayed awake, sitting on the windowsill. A couple was also asleep, presumably Harry's uncle and aunt.

At that moment, Harry was glad Pakura stole him from the Dursleys, seeing how fat the boy was and how thin he would have been. It looked like he would have been abused and starved had he stayed with them.

"There he is." Harry whispered. He took a knife, and walked into the room. When the boy started. Harry held him down and smirked, muffling his screams.

"Say goodbye to my life." Harry said, plunging the knife into the boy's chest, effectively killing him. He then got a sleeping Aunt Petunia to hold on to the knife after he wiped the fingerprints with magic, and planting it with her own fingerprints, to make it look like she stabbed him.

For good measure, he manipulated Vernon's sleeping body and pushed the "dead boy" off the windowsill, to make it look like they tried making it look like a suicide instead of a murder.

"Good thing my sister placed a clone in your place for good measure, eh?" Nevryn grinned, as Harry wiped the blood off the knife.

"Yes, yes. Both their roles work together very well." Harry replied, referring to his mother and his honorary aunt.

"Let's just go home. I am sure they are waiting for you." Nevryn smiled.

Somewhere in Hogwarts, the Quill of Acceptance crossed out Harry Potter's name.

Sure enough, moment Harry got home, Pakura and many others shouted, "Happy Birthday, Harry!" Nevryn also pulled a party popper in his face. Harry saw that the room was already decorated with gold and blue streamers with white and blue balloons.

The decorations had gold lanterns with the number "11" on them and the bizarre plants and trees outside his home (which grew things like chocolate eggs and honey pots instead of the usual fruits) was turned into gold in colour.

A pile of presents already awaited him, and Harry grinned, as each of them had taken time off just to celebrate his birthday with him, the people his parents, and to an extent him, perceived as family.

His mother had prepared a delicious feast for his birthday- Chicken and Leek Soup, Bleu Vampire Steak, Seafood Paella, Pastrami Sandwich, with Banana Split as dessert and Fruit Fighters as drinks, although Fruit Fighters was simply a smoothie mixed with strawberry, dragon fruit, pomegranate and kiwi. Everyone was sitting around the table, chatting about anything and everything as they enjoyed the food.

While it was still a simple dinner compared to those parties in Sweet Sixteens on reality TV, this one mattered more in Harry's opinion as they would include him in conversations and talked about the things that he understood. He laughed as everyone who ate the Bleu Vampire Steak turned into bats temporarily, including him. His mother must have added some magic to it to make the party more fun.

"Ok, people, out of the way!" Pakura sang, coming out of the kitchen with what appeared to be a three-tier chocolate cake, with different types of chocolates lining at the bottom of each tier. The top of the tier cake looked like it was dripping chocolate fudge. On the top of the tier was a sugar figurine of a wizard wearing robes and casting spells. At each tier, there were candles on it, with a total of eleven. Two at the top tier, four in the middle tier, and finally, five at the bottom tier. The candles were shaped like wands, so when Pakura lit them up, it looked like the wands were casting a fire spell.

Harry was awed by the birthday cake his mum had made this time. He was sure to enjoy eating it, as everyone sang Happy Birthday to him.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Harrison, Happy birthday to you. May good luck be with you…with absolute joy. Happy birthday dear Harry. Happy birthday to you." Everyone sang in chorus, as Pakura pretended to conduct.

Harry had to laugh as Nevryn said, "Make a wish, son." Harry closed his eyes, and without thinking for a single second he instantly blew out all the candles in one breath with the help of magic as he already knew what he would wish for. Before he knew it, he was cutting the cake, and Nevryn was handing them out to everyone.

Pakura then cleaned up some cake that was on Harry's face with a napkin before they moved the large cake aside and brought the pile of presents in front of him. "Here you go Harry, it's time to open up presents!"

Harry opened the first present, which was from his dad. It was a necklace with a gold chain and a convex pendant slightly smaller than Harry's palm. The pendant's outer rim was golden and its shape was reminiscent of half of an ellipsoid, and it was divided in four sections by a Latin cross, where the horizontal arm, at whose height the chain is attached, divided the vertical one in two equal segments.

Each of the four sections had a golden four-shaped clover on the corner and protruding from the pendant in correspondence with the top of the cross was a metallic decoration reminiscent of the hilt of a sword whose tip emerged at the bottom of the pendant. Finally, four thinner, symmetrical spikes embellished the outer edge of each section.

"It's a Paladin Necklace. It protects you from all sorts of attacks, especially spells and even detects poisons or potions in your food. Not that you need it, but just in case you're unguarded and someone attacks you, it could really be useful." Nevryn explained.

"Thanks, dad!" Harry hugged his dad in thanks.

His mother had given him the Book of Spells by Miranda Goshawk. He widened his eyes as he knew this was a very old copy and the book itself was enchanted by Miranda Goshawk to be capable of projecting its text out of the page for simpler reading, as well as conjuring various objects, and even entire rooms, to provide a safe environment for practising the book's various spells.

"Where did you get this?" Harry asked.

"Simple. Turn back time, grab one copy, and come back here." Pakura grinned.

Harry laughed, knowing how daring his mother was and what she risked to get him this, hugged her in thanks.

Harry had received other presents from Pakura's League members such as Jinxes for the Jinxed, a fancy and expensive-feeling pen that was all blue and gold, and had his name carved into it that also told the user if the person is telling a lie or omitting the truth by glowing a certain colour at the end of the pen that had a small light bulb, a set of Dungbombs, a tablet that he was assured could be used at Hogwarts as it ran on magic, and a lovely carved blue glass flute that was said to be able to entrance anyone when played.

From Nevryn's League members, Harry received a box of 3D Crayons (48 pieces), where anything written or drawn by these crayons will rise from its drawing surface and come to life, a set of owl grooming kit for Hedwig, his snowy-white owl, an enchanted mirror that allowed communication with anyone else who has the mirror, and all the user needed to do was to say the intended recipients name, a book collection of Chocolate Frog Cards, Chocolate Cauldrons, a diary that would allow secret communication, and a Risky Dice, which was a twenty-sided die with one skull face and 19 star faces, where great things happen when a star is rolled, but rolling the skull will be bad enough to cancel out all the previous great events.

Finally, he also received a series of books named Athena Wright: Adventures of the Cursed Vaults, which was about a Ravenclaw student who discovered the Cursed Vaults in her school and saved the school by breaking the curses.

"Now put away the presents, it's time to eat more of the cake." Pakura said with a loving smile after he had opened all his presents. Harry nodded as he put away his gifts before taking a piece of the cake that Pakura handed to him and began eating it with joy as he loved the sweet taste of it, as Nevryn had poured tea for them all to go with the birthday cake. For now, all he should do was enjoy the celebrations.

Somewhere in Hogwarts, Dumbledore sat in his chair at his office, sucking on a Lemon Drop. He couldn't wait for the day that Harry Potter arrived in Hogwarts, and silently rejoiced that it was his 11th birthday, which he decided to send Hagrid to give the letter when he knew the Dursleys were trying to hide.

After all, he had the plans already set. The Weasley boy would befriend him and become his best friend, he would be in Gryffindor, and be biased towards Slytherins.

He was sure with the Dursleys as his guardians, Harry would choose to stay in Hogwarts during the holidays, giving him more time to manipulate him to become a piece in his "games". It was a good thing he chose to keep the key to Harry's vault, reasoning that as his magical guardian, he should take care of his "ward's" funds.

Dumbledore reasoned he needed the money from the trust fund to pay some of the Weasleys for their help and using his position as Chief Warlock helped him make sure no one knew about him violating the will was a smart move, as the Potters' will now lay safely in his office, never to be known as most of the witnesses are out of commission.

"Dumbledore!" Minerva slammed open his office door, red-faced with fury. "Hagrid just told me something interesting when he went to collect Harry Potter at the location you said he'd be."

"Is something wrong, Minerva?" Dumbledore asked.

"Wrong? WRONG? The Dursleys have been arrested for murder! Murder of one Harry Potter!" Minerva shouted.

Dumbledore turned pale. How was he supposed to get the boy now?

"Are you sure of that?" Dumbledore asked, trying to calm himself down with a Lemon Drop.

"Sure? The evidence was all there. The uncle's fingerprints were found on the clothes, and the aunt's fingerprints were found on the knife!" Minerva shouted. "I told you NOT to put him there with those monsters, and look where's that got him! You killed him, you bastard!"

Dumbledore rushed to check the Book of Admittance, and his heart sank. Harry Potter's name was crossed out, indicating he either lost his magic, or died. He paled at the implication, gulping at the furious Transfiguration Professor, who promptly grabbed the Book of Admittance and hit him on the head with it as hard as she could, matching the ferocity of a National Quidditch Beater.

Despite Dumbledore going down to the ground, the Deputy Headmistress did not stop. Instead, she continued to hit the Headmaster over and over on the head, while Dumbledore whimpered as the furious onslaught continued with his colleague screaming and cursing him.

With a movement so fast, she then brandished her wand and transfigured him into a rat with a spell, transformed into her Animagus cat form, and chased the rodent out of the Headmaster's office, with her kitty growls and snarls and the terrified squeaks of Dumblepest heard by all who passed them.

Somewhere, Harry opened his eyes and deactivated his clairvoyance magic. He grinned at the reaction he had caused at Hogwarts. Imagine the reaction of the rest of the world if the news gets out that he was "dead".

'I wonder how Dumbledore is going to cover that up.' He thought, stirring his tea casually with telekinesis.

BP: Well, it is my first Harry Potter story, so I don't have much to say except it might not be very good, since I looked at the original book to help me with some of the scenes in here.

The characters I used actually originated from my Fanfiction Project the PAL Series and characters that would have appeared in The Genesis Factor, which I was writing with N. Aepic Fael. He allowed me permission to use them, which I did as Pakura's husband. I'll be putting my characters as dangerous as they are in the PAL Series, if not more so with magical power.

I had this idea for a while already when I was working on my PAL Series project, and I was advised to write something outside of Pokémon for a change when I met with writer's block for most of my Pokémon stories because it might give me another perspective once I get back to my Pokémon fics and that I shouldn't specialize in just one fandom.

Since I am a big fan of Harry Potter and have read all seven books and watched all seven movies when I was younger, I figured I would start with Harry Potter being my first outside Pokémon story for the past five years.

I didn't really like how Harry had the compulsion to save everyone despite his abusive home and all so I came up with this idea where Harry never went to the Dursleys and had grown up with a loving, if eccentric yet influential and powerful family, turning him to be more independent, smarter, and cunning (like a chess player). As for the plan, while it was true Pakura intended to make Petunia write the acceptance letter, she forgot, so Harry was able to take this chance to get the Dursleys out of the way.

I also played Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery, and that gave me a perspective that not all Slytherins are bad people, since the player character could be in Gryffindor and still be friends with Slytherins like Barnaby Lee or Liz Tuttle. Athena Wright was the player character of mine in Hogwarts Mystery and she is a Ravenclaw and I'll be referencing the Cursed Vaults adventures as well since I feel that whatever adventures the player character did shouldn't be forgotten.

If you have any suggestions as to how I can write this story, I'd be happy to hear them. I don't expect this chapter to be very good, but I hope you all could bear with me, since I'll work to improve on it. For those who have read my PAL Series, if you have any questions, feel free to ask.

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