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22st July 1991
Harry Potter of No4 Private Drive was tired. Years of hard work for his miserable relatives and then the intense work for primary school left him weak every night and fall asleep before his head hit the pillow. Despite this all, it made it all more-or-less impervious to the sensation of tiredness so he continued to pull weeds at 35 degrees Celsius heat like it was every other day in summer. But, still, he carried on his chores list which he, unfortunately, does not share with his cousin (who looked like a pig with a wig).
The gruelling garden work wasn't the sole contributing factor to his exhaustion, either. He had been having nightmares consisting of a bright green light followed by a sickening laugh. Almost every night, he heard the same laugh and the same red eyes beckoning into his soul. These nightmares enticed him despite being repeatedly told that his parents died in a car crash (while being drunk) with him, Harry, being the sole survivor leaving him a lightning bolt scar.
His musings were interrupted by the abrupt yelling of his uncle telling him to work faster. Harry sighed for the 5th time that morning, thinking it was going to be a long summer before going, as expected, to Stonewall High.
When he finished his chore and ate his lunch, his aunt handed him a torch and a dust cleaner and told him to go to the attic to clean it up. Harry went up obediently and opened the door. Inside were lots of boxes filled with things from his cousin's, Dudley's, childhood from his baby books and CDs. The attic was mainly used for storage which couldn't fit in his, Dudley's, 2nd bedroom. Most of the boxes in the attic were filled with things slobbered over, bitten into, tore by or broken by Dudley during his 11 year long life. Other than that, a small percentage of the boxes were used to cherish his aunt and uncle's lives ranging from their wedding pictures to their childhood pictures. Despite all of these boxes carrying treasured memories, the attic looked untouched due to the dust building up and spider webs around. Harry tied back his messy hair into a small ponytail with a small hair band he had on his wrist (his aunt gave it to him reluctantly so his hair would not fall out when he made the food) and got to work.
As he worked, he found a Walkman Cassette Player (from Sony) lying on the floor, a present from his aunt Marge to Dudley for his 5th birthday. His cousin Dudley used it for a couple of days before he broke it by accidently sitting it and Harry's Aunt Petunia placed it inside a box and left said box inside the attic. Despite being told he was worthless all his life, his aunt and uncle acknowledged a few skills of his: his cooking and his ability to fix things pretty quickly. Harry remembered that his relatives found out his ability to fix things when he and Dudley were both 6 and he fixed Dudley's remote car toy and ever since, the Dursleys used their nephew to fix things for free instead of calling a handyman to fix it for £20. Harry sighed and placed the Walkman inside his oversized shorts pockets and carried on cleaning the attic.
Moving 2 boxes and dusting them off later, he sat down in front of the window when he heard his aunt telling him to make dinner. He opened the attic door and went to the kitchen after putting back his torch and the Walkman player in his cupboard. After making dinner (lamb lasagne from starch), he walked to his designated seat at the dining table after serving his relatives their food and gave himself the smallest portion and waited for everyone finishing their portion so he clean everything up.
He was sent to his cupboard after he cleaned everyone's dishes and he quickly fixed the broken Walkman Cassette Player in under 3 hours after changing into his pyjamas and fell into a deep slumber before his head contacted his not-so-comfortable pillow.
Later that night, 2am
Shadows wavered around him as his conscious mind overthrow his sleep pattern. The crispy and tangy taste lingered in his mouth and the smell of a lavender scent which he could not quite place in his mind but still faintly recognised overtook his sense of smell.
"Why am I out of Elysium?" A deep masculine voice questioned.
"You are not the only one here James," another said bitterly yet clearly teasing. This voice seemed to be a bit more high pitched and more articulated- perhaps belonging to a woman.
"Lily! You are here too! I wonder why we are here." The masculine voice, belonging to a 'James', pondered.
"James, sweetheart, it is hard to know why or where we are if we cannot see," the voice, Lily, stated irritably.
"Right... hold on...It is a good thing I still have my wand." James cleared his throat. "Lumos"
A bright light appeared out of nowhere and Harry opened his suddenly heavy eyelids up to see a much older version of himself with hazel eyes and glasses holding a woman with fiery-red hair and the same emerald green eyes as Harry's. Could the people in front of him be his parents but they do not seem human as they had a strange glow around them? His aunt Petunia always told him, in a disgusted manner, that he inherited his mum's emerald green eyes and his dad's horrendous eye sight along with being his carbon copy. He looked around and realised that the man, who might have been his father, probably changed his cupboard/bedroom to be bigger. He got out of his bed/cot and turned on the light and the man said Nox, extinguishing the light emitting from his wand.
"Who are you?" Harry asked politely.
Both of the adults glanced at each other before nodding almost unnoticeable by Harry.
"We are your parents, Harry... in ghost form." James said awkwardly while rubbing his neck.
"But ghosts are not real," the orphan stated determinedly while he was shaking his head.
"Yes they are," Lily said softly. "There are some at Hogwarts."
Seeing their son's confused face, James asked "Surely whoever is looking after you told you about Hogwarts, Harry?"
"Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon never told me about Hogwarts," Harry answered with a hint of certainty.
His parents looked shocked.
"Sorry," Harry said quickly.
"Sorry?" barked Lily, turning to James before placing a silencing charm around the enlarged cupboard which acted as a bedroom for their son. "It's them that should be sorry! I thought Petunia would get over her petty grudge of her own sister being a witch but no! She hasn't even informed her own nephew, her own flesh and blood, about Hogwarts!"
His mother took a few deep breaths despite not needing the oxygen.
"Harry, did you ever wonder where your mother and I met? Why you made thing happen when you was scared or angry?" James asked gently.
"See?" said his father gently. "The reasons why you do these things are because you are a wizard. You are like us."
"Is that how you made a light appear? Are the spells that you learn written in Latin? When do I get in?" Harry rushed excitingly.
"One question at a time," Lily chuckled.
"Yes that is how I produced a light and yes the spells we learn are Latin. You will get a letter by an owl around your 11th birthday and, I assume, an escort would show you Diagon Alley. There is an entrance around the back of an old pub called 'The Leaky Cauldron' and you have to, if I remember correctly, you count three up and 2 across from above the dustbin and a small hole appears which will grow."
"What is in Diagon Alley?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Well there is a bank, Gringotts, where you can get money and get an inheritance test. I recommend getting that- Lily told me that her parents, before they died, said she was adopted and we never got a chance to see who she is related to. There is a bookshop called Flourish and Blotts and there is an ice cream parlour called Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. There are stores for Potion ingredients, a joke shop and many more." James answered while he smiled fondly at the memories.
"If what you said about magic is true with me having it, does that mean that Aunt Petunia was lying about how you two died?" Harry asked.
"What did they tell you?" James asked.
"Aunt Petunia always said you two died in a car crash and I got my scar from when a tree branch." Harry said.
"She said what!" Lily declaimed. "Harry, sweetheart, your mother and I died because a man... a man who is very well-known in our world- Voldemort. We heard rumours in the afterlife that he tried to kill you too but he could not do it. You never got your scar on your forehead from any car crash but from Voldemort aimed a powerful, evil curse. I believe you are famous now in the Wizarding world because of that. No one has ever lived after he decided to kill them, no one except you." Lily said with pride.
"If you two are ghosts how did you come here if you two were in Elysium?" Harry asked.
"I know why," James said. "When we came here you had an afterglow of faint blue. The glow is still here which means that you come to an inheritance. You see my mother, Euphemia, was a Rousseau before she married my father. The Rousseaus are famous across Europe due being Necromancers, Parselmouths and having pyrokinesis. Necromancers are people who can summon the dead and they emit a fait blue when they do so like you did so today. A parselmouth is someone who can speak the language of the snakes or parseltougue. Pyrokinesis is the ability to create, shape and manipulate fire. These abilities are only inherited and sometimes associate them to Dark magic but the Rousseaus are known for using them for good. "
"So I inherited it," Harry stated.
"Yes you did Harry," Lily said with a small smile appeared on her unblemished face.
Harry stifled a yawn and, not wanting to be rude, said: "Sorry."
"Nonsense Harry," James disregarded. "You best sleep now."
"Good night Harry," James and Lily spoke softly and kissed him on his forehead.
James changed the room back to a cupboard so his orphaned son's relative will not be suspicious and Harry emitted a faint blue, sending his deceased parents back to Elysium before returning to his dreams.
1st August 1991
Harry stared at the ceiling of his new bedroom (despite it being the smallest in the house) as the echoes of his past resurfaced in his mind. The sounds of his parents trying to save him stilled echoed through the walls of his aunt's house - but only to him. He felt horrible that his parents' lives ended... because of him. Every day he felt the ripping burden of their deaths, James and Lily Potter's, was his fault. Voldemort came for him not them. Despite what his mind kept on telling him, he still felt the tight knot lingering inside his chest each time he saw the picture he has residing on his shelf which he found in the attic when he cleaned it.
When the Wizarding World thought of their saviour, they think of a heroic 10-year-old boy with shaggy black hair having a big ego and living in a castle. But, instead, Harry Potter was a boy who lives at his aunt's normal house in a normal neighbourhood playing house elf for her family. No one would expect the 'boy-who-lived' being emotionally abused like a commoner in the 1800's but, alas, it happened. When the Wizarding World thought of their saviour's bedroom, they think of a penthouse-sized room full of Wizarding games (Gobstones, Exploding Snap, and Wizard's Chess) and full of Quidditch Posters but instead his bedroom is the cupboard under the stairs which only has room for a cot and a few bits and bobs (broken toys and cleaning supplies).
2 days after parents, in ghost form, came here, he told his aunt and uncle, after his Hogwarts letter came, he knew about the Wizarding World and he asked kindly if they could sent Hogwarts a letter saying that their nephew will go and asking for someone to escort him. His birthday was the day he met Rubeus Hagrid (the Keeper of Keys and Ground of Hogwarts) who escorted him to Leaky Cauldron and got to Gringotts.
When they got there, they were greeted by the sight of about a hundred goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Hagrid and Harry made for the counter.
"Morning," said Hagrid to a free goblin. "We've come ter take an inheritance test for Mr Harry Potter and ter take some money outta his safe."
"Of course," the goblin said and signalled another goblin to come their way. The two spoke softly in gobbledegook before the goblin, by the name of Griphook, took Harry to a private room for an inheritance test and told Hagrid to wait outside.
The inheritance test required 3 drops of blood inside an inkwell filled with royal blue coloured ink. Griphook dipped a feathered quill inside the inkwell and let go of the quill when he hovered it over a parchment. Harry assumed it will fall but instead held itself up and wrote.
Once it finished, Griphook's eyes skimmed through it with his eyes widened. He gave it back to Harry.
Name: Harry James Fleamont Sirius Remus Potter (On Birth Certificate)
Harry J.F.S.R Potter (Shortened)
Date of Birth: 31st July 1980 (aged 11)
Blood Status: Pureblood
Parents: Lord James F.C.A.T.M Potter (FATHER- b. 27th March 1960 d. 31st October 1981)
Lady Liliana J Potter nee Ollivander (MOTHER- b. 30th January 1960 d. 31st October 1981)
Siblings: Unborn Sister (d. 31st October 1981)
Relatives (2 generations):
Fleamont H.R.X.A.M Potter (GRANDFATHER- b. 23rd April 1920 d. 31st December 1979)
Euphemia S Potter nee Rousseau (GRANDMOTHER- b. 14th May 1919 d. 2nd January 1980)
Liam H Ollivander (GRANDFATHER- b. 21st December 1939 d. 14th January 1960)
Clio D.K.O Ollivander nee Dumbledore (GRANDMOTHER- b. 23rd May 1940 d. 30th January 1960)
Mina G.L.P Evans nee Castellan (ADOPTIVE GRANDMOTHER- b. 14th February 1939 d. 3rd December 1979)
Graham F Evans (ADOPTIVE GRANDFATHER- b. 31st December 1939 d. 3rd December 1979)
Petunia J Dursley nee Evans (ADOPTIVE AUNT- b. 17th May 1958)
Vernon H Dursley (ADOPTIVE UNCLE- b. 31st September 1957)
Dudley V Dursley (ADOPTIVE FIRST COUSIN- b. 23rd June 1980)
Heir Apparent to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter
Heir Apparent to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ollivander
Heir Apparent to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell
Member of the Ancient House of Dumbledore
Heir Presumptive of the Most Regal, Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Slytherin
Heir Apparent to the La Più Regale, La Più Antico and La Più Nobile House of Rousseau
Harry could not believe it; a commoner, such as himself, an heir to 5 Ancient Houses in the Wizarding World? Griphook, while Harry read the Inheritance test, took out 5 separate keys and 5 rings- all items held 5 emblems with mottos written in Latin.
"Heir Potter, what I have presented to you is your house keys and rings," Griphook said calmly. "You wear your heir rings on your ring finger of your right hand. Each heir or heiress is presented with a book called Wizarding Politics and Traditions on their 7th birthday. Did you receive it?"
At his question, Harry shook his head to signify a negative. Griphook cursed in Gobbledegook and told another goblin to get Harry a copy of the book from the supplies.
"The book elaborates on Wizarding Culture and Traditions in Wizarding society ranging from customs and courting styles," Griphook explained after the goblin gave the book to Harry. "Your keys are placed on a key chain which we gave for free for people with multiple vaults. The key chain is charmed so that only the family it is intended for can see it and goblins. The rings are charged with the same spell."
"Thank you but for future references, you may call me Harry." Harry told the goblin.
"Of course Heir Pot- I mean Harry if you call me Griphook," the goblin said with a strained smile (as if he hasn't smile in a while).
Harry smiled charmingly and placed his book inside his battened leather bag and his key chain in his pocket. He placed his rings on his right ring finger and he watched them all merge into one. He and Griphook both stood and made their way to the door.
"Still got yer letter, Harry?" Hagrid asked as he got up from his seat.
Harry took the parchment envelope out of his battened leather bag.
"Good," said Hagrid. "There's a list there of everything yeh need."
Harry unfolded a second piece of paper he hadn't noticed the night before, and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
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
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
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of glass or crystal phials
1 telescope set
1 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
"Do yeh have yer Gringotts keys?" Hagrid asked.
"Yes," Harry went through his leather bag and took out the chain which had his Gringotts keys hanging from.
"Good," Hagrid said jovially, trusting Harry as he cannot see it.
"Griphook, Mr Hagrid informed me that he requires entry to vault 713." The goblin from earlier said to his co-worker.
"I got a letter here Professor Dumbledore," said Hagrid importantly throwing up his chest. "It's about You-Know-What in vault 713." Griphook nodded and leaded the duo to the Gringotts carts.
Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up to the tracks towards them. They climbed in and were off.
Harry saw the Gringotts caverns were like a huge maze with lots of turns and forks. With every turn, there seemed to a new sight: a dragon here and an underground lake there; but one thing that resided throughout the ride where huge stalactites and stalagmites.
They reached a vault which had the Potter emblem on it engraved into its door and Griphook opened it. A lot of green smoke came billowing out, and as it cleared, Harry gasped. Inside were mounds of gold coins; columns of silver and heaps of little bronze coins.
"All yours," smiled Hagrid.
All Harry's- it was incredible. The Dursleys couldn't have known about this or they'd have it from him faster than blinking. How often had they complained how much Harry cost them to keep? After all this time, he had a fortune under his name, buried deep under London.
Hagrid helped him pile some of it into a bag which Griphook gave him before they entered the vault.
"The gold ones are Galleons," Hagrid explained. "17 silver Sickles to a Galleon and 29 Knuts, the bronze ones, to a Sickle."
"Harry, you have other vaults to your name but those are accessible after you took your Lordships at age 17." Griphook said when the 11-year-old boy finished piling on some into the bag.
"Vault 713 now, please," Hagrid asked kindly.
They were going even deeper now and gathering speed. The air became colder and colder as they hurtled round tight corners. They went rattling over an underground ravine and Harry leant over the side to try and see what was down at the dark bottom but Hagrid groaned and pulled him back by the scruff of his neck.
Vault 713 had no keyhole. Griphook told them to stand back and stroked the door gently with one of his long fingers and it simply melted away. He explained that anyone other than a Gringotts goblin tried that they will be sucked into the vault which they don't check every 10 years.
Something rather extraordinary had to be inside this security vault, he was sure of it. But instead Harry saw a grubby little package wrapped up in brown paper lying on the floor which Hagrid picked up with care and tucked it deep inside his coat.
One wild cart-ride later, they stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. Hagrid suggested going to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions while he went to the Leaky Cauldron for a pint. There he met a fellow year-mate named Draco Malfoy as he got fitted into his robes. After Hagrid came back, Harry bought a lot of books from Flourish and Blotts, eager to learn about his parents' world. The books he brought ranged from his school curriculum books to history books; from published works from his future Professors to books for light-reading. Hagrid brought him a pet, a snowy owl which he affectionately called Hedwig when he went back home. They brought his potion ingredients and his quills and parchment. He got his wand (13 inches, yew with a phoenix feather for its core) as well.
Hagrid stuck out his right hand and, before harry could blink, a purple (though in the 3pm sunlight, it looked more blue than purple) triple-decker pulled up. Hagrid told the conductor, Stan Shunpike, to go to Privet Drive, for Harry, and Hogwarts, for himself, and gave 22 Sickles and they were off. During the journey, Hagrid hastily explained how to get on Platform Nine and Three Quarters and gave him his ticket before Harry had to go off.
Now, a day later, Harry pondered what his first day at Hogwarts would bring. Would he finally make friends? He hoped that not all wizards are like Draco Malfoy, the blond wizard he met, and like Hagrid- nice and friendly. Would they care about his personality and not what would come with being friends with the Boy-Who-Lived?
His thoughts were interrupted with the banging on the door. He sighed; guess he will find out on the 1st of September.
P.S: The Rousseau house is Italian so the title is written in Italian.