AN:/ Hey guys this is the first chapter of my new book which I call 'Finding The Cure'. Sorry it took longer than I thought it would take to write the first chapter and will probably take from 2-4 weeks between chapters. I'm sort of adopting the idea from the story 'Knowledge is Power' rewritten by Nkari127. You guys should read it because it's probably my favorite fic. Right up there with 'The Sorting Hat's Stand' by Landstradd, you should read both of them. Knowledge is Power is no longer being written and The Sorting Hat's Stand will have a new chapter being written about every 1-2 months. If you liked Knowledge is Power, there is another story being written like the one I'm going to write called 'Wit Beyond Measure' by AntonXIV. Write as many reviews as you can and correct me on any mistakes I make, but just don't be assholes and say that my story can go take one up the asshole. If you don't like it, don't read it. Anyway, let's just get on with the story.

I don't own Harry Potter and no one does but J.K. Rowling

Chapter 1

It was a bright sunny morning on the day of July 31, 2007. Especially at the luxurious looking Potter Manor. The birds were out, the sun was shining, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was all very peaceful.

That is until you went inside the Manor…

"REMUS! As soon as this sticking charm wears off my ass, I am going to throttle you!"

"No way Harry! This is payback for hanging me by my underwear from the chandelier, I still have no idea how you did that!"

"That was for twenty minutes! That's nothing compared to having your ass cheeks stuck to the ceiling for an hour! And on my birthday nonetheless? I thought we agreed, no pranking on the holidays."

"That was before the wedgie incident. I've still got a rash where you never want one!"

"Oh but my dear Remus, of course you know this means war until I go to school."
Remus Lupin gulped. He definitely didn't want a prank war breaking loose, especially since his nephew (The one with his ass cheeks stuck to the ceiling) was getting his wand today. The things that that kid could do without a wand... Remus didn't even want to think about what would happen if war broke out and he had a wand. Remus has had nightmares about it, and his sandy-brown hair already had enough gray in it. He didn't want any more!

"Alright, alright you win." Remus replied as he canceled the sticking charm and levitated his nephew down to the ground

"Damn right I win!" His nephew said "Ahh Dammit! I lost feeling in my right ass cheek!"
Remus chuckled. 'Harry really did have a way with words' Remus thought 'It was one of the traits he inherited from his mother.'

Remus' eyes darkened as he thought oh his mother. On that fateful night of November 1, 1999, the Lestranges and Barty Crouch Jr. came to Godric's Hollow to find information on their lost master. James and Lily Potter had fought their very hardest against their foes and had nearly beaten them, when a killing curse was thrown at Lily. James flung himself in the way of said curse to save her from death. In a rampage from seeing her husband die, Lily took out two of the three targets left. The last death eater left was Belatrix Lestrange. Unfortunately, Belatrix had seen the Potter heir, Harry Potter, hiding in the closet. The crazed woman shot a killing curse at the small boy peeking through the crack in the door. Fortunately, Lily had seen this and did as her husband had done for her and dived in front of the incoming curse. But something odd happened, instead of banishing her soul from her body, the curse reflected off of her and back at Belatrix.

Lily Potter was thrown into a coma. The healers had taken as good of care of her as they could, but could not wake her. From what they could find out from little Harry, Neville Longbottom was not the only one to survive the killing curse. But why was Neville awake and Lily in a coma? The healers could never find out. Harry never left her side for two months after the accident and always visited her on Christmas and on his Birthday, preferring to spend those holidays by her side.

Since that day, despite Harry's brief stay at an orphanage, Harry and Remus had never been apart. So when Harry starts going to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, Remus' life would be pretty boring.

Harry James Potter had a slight tan and jet black bird's nest hair. Hidden behind a pair of glasses, his eyes were the same green as his mother's. He was a very self reliant child. He never asked Remus for help except when he needed an adults help. He was also very studious, which is not saying that it was all study and no play. Harry had a very active athletic life as well. Harry played Football in the Spring and American Football in the fall (AN:/For the sake of confusion, I'll call Football Soccer and American Football Football). Harry started playing football when his soccer team went across seas to play in a tournament, and Harry saw some kids playing football and immediately fell in love with the sport. So in the fall months, you could find Harry and Remus in Austin Texas playing Football.

With all the Football and Soccer, Harry's 4ft. 8in. frame was a very athletic one.
"So Remus, what's the plan today? Gonna go to Diagon and then St. Mungo's?" Harry asked as he rubbed his ass cheeks north and south.

"We'll go to Diagon and Knocktun, I need to pick up somethings from the Knockturn Apothcary. Then we'll go to Mungo's."

"That sounds good. Let's go eat." Harry said and then raced down into the kitchen
Now Harry maybe self-reliant now, but when Remus had first taken him in he had been a mess having just witnessed an attack on his parents. But when Harry was old enough, around 6 years old, and old enough to understand what had happened tha night, Harry had come to Remus and opened up to him. He expressed willingness, no, a need for knowledge that Remus couldn't help but provide. He read every book he could get his hands on, he absorbed all of Remus' lessons like a sponge to water.

"Master Harry and Master Moon-Moon! Please sit. How is yous this morning?" A small house elf asked

"I'm great Mipsy besides that pedophile-"

"Hey!"

"-over there pulling down my pants and sticking my ass to the ceiling. And I'll be a lot better once I get some of your and Alfred's fine cooking in my stomach." Harry replied

"Yous is to kind Master Harry, to kind." Mipsy replied with a blush "And yous!" Mipsy said pointing a wooden spoon at Remus "Will stop pranking Master Harry!" She then proceeded to beat Remus over the head with the spoon much to Harry's amusement and Remus' displeasure.

They had sort of adopted Mipsy after they found her wandering magical New York. Harry had taken an immediate liking to her and asked if she wanted to work for them and she readily agreed. Alfred is the Potter family and was taken in by the Potters around two years before Harry was born. The Reason they called Remus Master Moon-Moon was because James called Remus Moony which Alfred took a liking to. So when Alfred took Mipsy under his wing, the name transferred to her too. Alfred did most of the cooking and Mipsy did most of the cleaning.

"So Harry, what Hogwarts house do you think you'll be in?" Remus asked as he sipped his coffee and rubbed the spoon shaped bruise on his head

"I really don't know and I really don't care. I personally think the whole house system is stupid. I mean it promotes school segregation and will most likely change your personality. Take Slytherin for example, it's the house of cunning and ambitious right? But as soon as you're sorted there three fourths of the school hate you and think you're evil. When you get sorted, you're eleven! How can you be evil?" Harry explained without looking up from his book.

"Uhhhh… Ok? My bet's on Ravenclaw, you're too smart for your own good. And the way you just analyzed the house system is definitely Raven nature." Said the amused man.

"Anyway, let's go before all the people get there, I wanna beat the rush." Harry said

"I know we usually apparate directly into the shoppinng disrict, but it's tradition to come through the muggle way when you first get your school supplies." Remus said as Harry walked out of the flu and into a dirty old pub

Remus then proceeded to lead Harry to the back of the pub and straight to a brick wall. Remus then tapped what seemed to be a random series of bricks on the wall.
Harry watched on as the wall split in half with the bricks collapsing inside of one another. Even Harry's cool façade could not keep the amazed look on his face as he entered Diagon Alley. Harry had been to Diagon before, but coming in through the muggle way did make the experience more special. There were weird signs for quidditch shops where kids were crowding around the new Comet 260, Apothecaries that had a sale on lacewing flies, and Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC.

"Do you have my list?" Harry asked whil admiring the broomstick in the window.

remus wordlessly handed him his list.

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 a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September (or when you happen to register). We await your owl by no Later then 31st of July.

Yours Sincerely

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

HOWGARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Uniform

First year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

Set 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 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 an owl, cat or toad

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

"No Broomsticks? Damn, I was hoping that since I couldn't play soccer or football I could at least try Quiditch."

"Yeah well we all had to live with it. Now first stop, Gringotts." Remus said with a frown

Remus hated taking money out of the Potter vault. But due to Remus' health condition, being a werewolf and all, finding a job wasn't so easy.
They finally came to a stop in front of a big pearly white building that was towering above all the other buildings in the alleyway. There was two armed goblins standing in front of the building wearing black and gold, gem studded armor. They were holding razor sharp spears that were twice as tall as they are.

There was a Plaque on the wall that caught Harry's eye. It read:

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.

It basically gave Harry the feeling that the message the goblins were trying to send was 'Don't fuck with us or you will most likely find your head on a pike in our dungeons.'

They walked in the large bank and got in line before the nearest teller booth. Harry was trying to get a good look at all the goblins. He actually found them to be very amusing to watch. The was that the sneered at every witch and wizard that walked into the bank. And how they smiled in that sinister way where every one of their razor sharp teeth was showing. They basically made it their mission to hate every last human.

Finally it was their turn. The two walked up to the teller but for some reason the goblin didn't sneer at them.

"How may I help you today?" The goblin said completely ignoring Harry and talking to Remus alone.

"Good morning Mr. Spearclaw." Remus said "We would like to withdraw money from the Potter trust vault for Mr. Harry James Potter if you would please."
The goblin seemed to just notice Harry's presence.

"I see." Spearclaw sneered "And does Harry Potter have his Key?"

Remus fished an intricate looking gold key with the Potter Family crest on it. The goblin examined the key for a minute. Before declaring that it was a real Gringotts key.

"Everything seems to be in order." The goblin said "Very well. Griphook! Takes Misters Potter and Lupin to the Potter Trust vault."

A small Goblin came scurrying out of a door behind the counter.

"Right this way please." Griphook said

They were on a cart with two other families. Harry found it kind of rude when the other families would try to take a look in the other's vault. Harry didn't much care, galleons were galleons. But it was funny to see the goblins whack them on the shins with a cane if they stepped of the cart. Harry guessed that this was the goblin's favorite job.

Finally they got to nine hundred and seventy three.

"Come on Harry, this is your vault." Remus said

Once they opened the vault, the other families gasped. The vault was filled with galleons, probably three times more than theirs put together. Harry just shrugged and started placing an impossible amount in a bottomless bag.

After another fifteen minute cart ride back to the lobby of Gringotts, Harry and Remus were back in Diagon Alley.

"Ok, where do you want to do first? The Apothecary, Flourish and Blotts, Trunks 'n' Things." Remus asked jokingly already knowing his nephew's answer

But seeing Harry's scowl he threw out the joking attitude.

"Alright fine, lets go to Ollivander's so you'll stop pouting like a five year old gi- OW! DAMMIT!" Remus cried when his sentence was cut off by Harry's swift kick to the shin.

Harry heard the bell above the door ring as he walked in.

"Ahhhh, Mr. Potter." A voice from behind him said "It seems like only yesterday that your parents were in here buying their first wands. Your Mother favored a wand of 10¼ inches made willow, swishy, good for charms work. While your Father favored a wand of mahogany, 11 inches, pliable, excellent for transfiguration. And I assume that you'll be here to get your first wand as well?" Mr. Ollivander asked

Mr. Ollivander had eyes as silver as his hair. He was short and probably had more wrinkles than Dumbledore.

"No I'm Just here to admire the view as wonderful as it is." Harry said as the door bell jingled again.

"Ah, cheeky eh? Just like your father. And who do we have here? 12 inches, Oak, and Dragon Heartstring from a very old Ukrainian Ironbelly. Yes, Good to see you Mr. Lupin." The old man replied

"Very good to see you to Mr. Ollivander. I hope my five year old niece over there-"

"Shut-it Moony!"

"-isn't bothering you much." Remus asked with fake concern

Mr. Ollivander chuckled. "Oh of course not! I Just find the youths of our day to be very amusing if I do say so myself."

"Now shall we get to finding young Mr. Potter's wand?" The man asked pulling out a tape measure "Which is your wand arm?"

"I'm right handed sir." Harry said as the tape measure was making pointless measurements about his body.

"Ahh, Pine, 13 inches, dragon heartstring. Good for battle magic." The man said
As soon as Harry grabbed it, it was taken away just as fast.

"No, no, no. Try this maple, 10 ½ inches, unicorn hair. Nope diffidently not. How about this…"

45 minutes and 74 wands later.

"Tricky customer ehh? Excuse me for a minute Me. Potter." Mr Ollivander said "I'll be right back" The silver eyed man headed towards the back of his shop.

Harry took this as a chance to wake to sleeping werewolf in the corner via swift kick to the shin.

"What the He-" Remus cried before he was cut off by Mr. Ollivander

"Here we are." Mr. Ollivander said as he carried a dusty wood chest. "The Ollivander Masterpieces. All of these wands are completely original."

The silver eyed man started laying wand boxes out on the counter.

"Ok Mr. Potter, take your right hand and let it hover over the boxes until you feel something." The wandmaker said

Harry did so and passed twelve boxes until he felt a tingly sensation coming from one box in particular.

"That one." Harry said

Mr. Ollivander smiled, took the wand box, opened it, looked back at Harry, back at the wand box, back to Harry, and then promptly fainted

A swift enervate from Remus later, and the man was conscious once more.

"I apologize for collapsing like that." He said with embarrassment. "It's just you gave me a rather large shock, you see. I believed that I would never sell that wand, it was an experiment of one of my ancestors many generations ago."

Harry looked inside the box. A stick. A stick is exactly what it looked like. There were no special carvings, no polished gleam, just a plain old 10 ½ inch stick that you could pick up off the ground.

"It looks like nothing special sir." Harry answered

"Looks can be deceiving my boy." Mr. Ollivander said with happiness glowing in his eyes "That particular wand has the wood of a three thousand year old Bonsai tree grown in the Alps in the Himalayas, the whole wand is the tree's trunk. The core has the heartstring of a Phoenix, the hair of a thestral, and the whisker of a nundu. But the most curious thing yet, a rod of Mithril, the rarest metal on the planet. It's only mined by the dwarves and goblins who are fiercely protective of it." The old man paused tothink about what to say next

"Traditionally wands don't have more than one core, when different parts of different magical species mix together, the reactions are uncontrolled like a wrongly mixed potion would be. But here we have an example of all the cores working together in harmony... Well at least I think they do, seeing as I have never been able to use it."

Harry picked up the wand and nothing happened. But then a silver light started to shine frrom the tip of the wand. It got brighter and brighter until the two adults had to shield their eyes from it. Finally the light died down, and the two men looked to see Harry holding his wand, with his eyes closed, and an imaginary breeze blowing his hair around.

"Well that's something different." Remus muttered

"Whoa." Harry said. The wand was humming in his hand, when Harry touched it, it felt like his body temp. had gone from -5F to 135 F in less than three seconds.

"Whoa is right Mr. Potter." The wandmaker said "The wand is yours free of charge for giving an old man a very exciting day. But I must warn you, I think it would be best for you to learn Occlumency. For if someone found out the cores of your wand would be very bad. Altogether, the cores would probably cost around 750,000 galleons, a fortune in itself."

Harry was about to ask what Occlumency was when Remus cut him off.

"Werewolves are natural Occlumences due to us having to keep the wolf instincts locked up, it should be easy to teach him. Good day Mr. Ollivander." Remus said

"Good day Mr. Lupin, good day indeed."

Harry and Remus left the wand shop to go get some lunch. Remus was thinking about how lucky his nephew is while Harry was thinking about all the aspects of his wand. His wand had some if not the most rare magical substances on the planet. Phoenix Heartstring, as far as Harry knew, Phoenix's were immortal with their re-birthing process and all. The phoenix would either have to willingly die or have it's heartstring removed before it would burst into flames. And then there was a Thestral hair? Harry didn't even think Thestrals had hairs. A nundu whisker! They were the most deadly creatures on the planet, it took over 100 well trained wizards just to take one down. But then there was the rod of mithril. The metal of myths, what the dwarfs used to create armor for their kings. It was probably the rarest core of them all. Harry could only guess how the metal would affect his casting.

After lunch they started to gather all the other things on the list. They started of with Madame Malkin's and got five plane black robes, five plane black pairs of slacks, several scarves and ties, and a black cardigan.

They stopped at the Apothecary and got all of the needed ingredients for potions. The smell of all the ingredients made their eyes water so they got out of there as fast as they could.

They even got Harry a top of the line telescope which could see much farther than any normal muggle telescope. It could even highlight the constellations while you looked through it.

Their last stop was Flourish and Blotts. Along with Harry's school books, He bought every book that he thought would be useful to him including; 'Charms For The Charmed' by George Makis, 'Animation Made Easy' by Alex Santos, 'Transfigure The World' by Julia Garman, 'The Animal Within' by Charles Patchet, 'The Big Book Of Runes' by Boabo Ustafa, 'Arithmacy: More Than Just Numbers' by Susan Glyn, 'How To Brew Without Failure' by Justin Jones, and 'The Big Book Of Magical Herbs' by Karen Greenstien.

"Alright cub, I have to go do 'you know what' in 'you know where' and I'll be back in half an hour." Remus said, trying to be inconspicuous and failing miserably at it.
Harry decided to take this chance to talk to the goblins about his inheritance, unfortunately, this only took ten minutes. So, what's a newly eleven year old boy to do in Diagon Alley with a boatload of galleons and no parental consent? Well go into the coolest looking store and spend all of his money in one place of course.

The coolest looking shop just so happened to be one that sold dragonhide armor and magical weapons. The store had a big glass window in the front that showcased the most wicked looking blades Harry had ever seen.

Harry walked into the store "Hello?" Harry called

"What do you want?" A grizzled old man said

"Well, I think I wanna buy some dragonhide armor." Harry replied, ignoring the man's bitchy attitude.

"Are you kidding me kid?" The man, that Harry decided to call 'Bitchy' due to his attitude, said You'd just grow out of it in a year, no point in getting it right now. Come back when you're about two feet taller."

Harry wanted to argue but couldn't dispute Bitchy's logic.

"Can I at least buy a sword?" Harry almost whined

Bitchy eyed him critically a bit but shrugged his shoulders. "What the fuck, sure. Business is slow and if seling a weapon to a kid is what it takes to be paid, then I'll do it."

Five minutes later and 1500 galleons poorer, Harry walked out of Bitchy's store with a shrunken sword and sheath in his pocket. He met Remus outside Knockturn Alley.

"Ready to go to Mungos?"

"Yep, let's crack outta here."

And the two disapparated with a loud crack, on their way to St. Mungos.