Harrison meets Harry
In a completely unassuming tent in the Scottish forests, Harry Potter lay on a bed content while Iolanthe slithered around the floor. Technically, he was no longer Harry Potter, but that's a technicality and a story for later. Soon. Whatever! Either way, he was a delighted man. Slightly mind-boggling was the Mini-Potter lying on his chest, but hey. Okay, we can tell that story.
It was all very confusing, abrupt, and painful. For a very long time, pain was all he knew. The last thing he recalled before being Sky-Vomited in his childhood playground was beheading Johann and just barely saving his own arse. After that, yeah, the immense and mind-breaking pain of being forcefully thrust into another universe by Magic herself.
After he landed in that hellhole, Mother Magic told him he was 'needed' here, and yeah, there was a beaten and bloodied Harry Potter on the ground, but damn! Harry was pretty sure he had just been soul-raped and physically felt his lovers and family die one by one and for all he knew, he felt his universe die. Couldn't he ever get a break? Apparently not.
He was definitely not going to leave the sprog to the Dursleys.
Yeah, Harry remembered his life before Hogwarts enough to know that precious little fuck on the ground wished for nothing more than to be whisked away by a mystery brother, father, mother, guardian angel, or even a murderer, as long as it was to a place beyond Private Drive, Surrey, or his 'relatives'
So, Harry said fuck his rest and his peace and his sanity, and offered the kid a place, because he was his brother on some quasi-fuckery level.
The poor little guy was hardly dressed, just wearing two boats of a pair of shoes and a huge, ratty grey T-shirt. He might have had on trousers of some sort, but Harry couldn't see them. Either way, he cast a bone-mending, cleaning, and warming charm on the boy and led him on to #4 after magicking his clothes to fit.
"E-excuse me, s-sir?"
"Uh... Yeah?"
"You aren't takin' me back to the Dursels, are you?"
Harry smiled down to the little kid and knelt, gently and slowly laying his hands on the kid's shoulders.
"Harry, I promise you on Magic herself, you won't be stepping foot in that house. I just need to let them know I'm taking you home. You haven't been treated in a way any child should be, and I'm sorry for that. I can promise you that you will have a roof over your head, food in your stomach, and I will love and care for you. I'll take you to get some food and clothes after this. Does that sound okay?"
The mini-Harry looked skeptical yet hopeful as hell, so Harry promised himself to cut off his own bollocks if he hurt the kid in any way.
After he nodded and took his hand again, Harry finally drew level with the Dursley's house. Guiding the little one into a rosebush, he handed his staff to the child and draped his invisibility cloak over him.
"Here, hold this and stay still while I talk to your aunt and uncle, okay? That cloak was our- your fathers, you know. I'll be right back, okay? Need anything from here?"
The little Harry eyed Iolanthe on his shoulder for a moment, likely just noticing her.
"Hey, Iolanthe, you made it?! Oh, thank Merlin!"
"Yes, master, I did. That was very painful. Do not do it again."
"Yes, dear."
Tiny Harry gaped at him, his eyes flashing from Harry to Iolanthe and back. Finally, he spoke again.
"You can talk to snakes too?!"
Harry just laughed as he glamoured himself and slipped into the house. He made sure he looked as accurate as he could, being several feet shorter and around ten stone lighter. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw Vernon, Marge, Petunia, and Dudley at the table, each of them varying levels of pissed off.
"You freak! You insolent little brat, how dare you run off like that?! Do you know how long we've been waiting here?! We're starving here, and you wanted to go and be unnatural in that park! And that little snake in your cupboard, I'll have your skin, boy-"
Vernon was cut off as Marge began grumbling madly, guzzling her brandy and throwing the bottle at Harry. Pushing his magic to his head, he let the bottle hit him and flashed his wand out, levitating them by their ankles and stuffing all four of them into the cupboard. Harry smiled as he saw a little snake curled up. He picked it up, hissing reassuringly, and set it on his shoulder.
After silencing the whole house, he cast Herpo's crowning jewel on them, the same one he used on Draco. He locked the door to the cupboard and left them.
Walking back out to Harry with a few pictures of Lily he stole from Petunia, he dropped his glamor and took his staff and cloak from little Harry. Casting the strongest wards he could on the house as the blood wards had long since fallen, he ensured anyone intending to enter the home forgot about its existence.
"Here we are, Harry. I got some pictures of Mum from Petunia, your snake, and you are now allowed out! Are you ready to begin your new journey?"
The boy nodded, and Harry apparated them away.
After that, Harry had taken them to Diagon Alley. He made sure Harry ate a good bit of food and rented them a room under the name 'John M. Doe' since almost nobody would ever get that joke in the wizarding world. Little Harry was reluctant to eat, but as Harry made sure to ease him in and give him time, his Fish and Chips were quickly gone to be immediately replaced by a soup.
After more food than either really needed and a thirteen-galleon bill, Harry led the kid up to the flat he rented.
"Okay, Harry, I'm not sure how to explain this too well... Uh... Okay, we are in Diagon Alley right now, and you are a Wizard. How old are you?"
"I'm a what?!"
"A wizard, and a damn good one I'd say. Well, once I train you up a bit at least. Here, tell me how old you are and you can hold my wand! I'll teach you a spell..."
The little Harry indicated himself as 'Nine and three quarters' much to his amusement, so Harry slowly pulled his wand and handed it to him.
"Thank you, Harry. Now, let us try... Ah, yes a bird! We'll prove you are a wizard and get food for our snakes all at once! The incantation is avis, and the wand movement is such,"
Harry burned an oddly shaped M into the air with his fingers before signaling for Little Harry to do the same. Just as he'd expected, he got it on the first try. Sending out a concentrated wandless sleeping charm, Harry took his wand back and tossed a couple of birds to Iolanthe and Little Harry's snake.
"So, I know we're both able to speak to snakes. That ability is called parseltongue and no matter what anyone says, that is not evil. Some people are just bigoted and prejudiced, as well as jealous. It is a noble ability and you should be proud. It can also be great fun in the bedroom..."
Harry laughed as the kid blushed like a Christmas tree. He wondered how the kid got the joke, but it was fun seeing him blush.
"My snake's name is Iolanthe, and she's a Magical Chinese serpent. What'd you name yours?"
"Her name is Millie, but I didn't name her, she told me she had a name already."
The two of them talked for a little while after that, and eventually, Harry sent the boy into the loo for a shower. While he was in there, Harry warded the hell out of the flat and ventured out into Diagon to get some necessities. He bought a Magical tent with two bedrooms, a loo, and a kitchen, he bought potions, ingredients, and potion-making equipment, and just to see he checked in Eeylops Owl Emporium for Hedwig.
To his great surprise, she was there.
Obviously, he immediately bought her. He definitely did not buy the most ostentatious perch and owl treats available. Certainly not.
After he checked to make sure she wasn't a Maledictus, he fed her a treat and directed her to the flat. Before she flew off, he received a nipped finger in thanks. He didn't cry, not at all. After that, he went to buy any relevant books from Flourish and Blotts.
Once he was done there, he walked to Fortescue's grumbling about The Amazing Adventures of Harry Potter. He made a note to ask the goblins to write a cease and desist letter. He bought a couple of ice creams, sending one floating into the open flat window that he knew belonged to him, seeing little Harry take it off the windowsill and smile at him across the alley.
He sent his Patronus to mess with the kid.
As he sat down to enjoy his ice cream, Harry sent his purchases floating into the flat as well, pushing little Harry a message through the Patronus to take the food out of the bag and eat it, but to not touch anything else. He wanted to make sure the kid ate enough. As he drifted into his thoughts and reviewed the day, he found himself pretty happy with his actions.
Even better, a familiar head of bubblegum pink hair sat down at his table.
"Wotcher, I'm Tonks, just Tonks. You... are quite fit. Do I know you and are you single?"
Harry smiled widely, putting on his best charm and taking in the sight of Tonks for a moment, pretending to think.
"Hey, just Tonks. No, I don't think I know you, but I am single. My name's Harrison. I love the hair. Want an ice cream?"
She just smiled at him, a vaguely heated look in her violet eyes. Which quickly flashed emerald green before settling on steel grey.
"Maybe, Harrison... If you'll take me home after."
"Well, I'd certainly like to make you scream, if that's what you want. You can have the cream after, and you'll definitely need the ice."
Tonks's eyes flashed with barely hidden arousal while she almost seemed to purr. Pulling out a sheet of parchment, she wrote down a Telephone number and slid it to him. The corner of the paper had a heart drawn in hot pink ink.
"Call me, Harrison. I'll take a raincheck on that ice cream, though I love those tattoos."
Harry just smiled at her as she walked off, swaying her hips exaggeratedly. Shaking his head, he tossed his remaining ice slop into a bin and headed toward his last stop for the day. Maybe.
Gringotts Bank.
"Hell, this is not going to be fun."
Stepping up to the doors, Harry searched his mind for a moment before grunting out a passive-aggressive greeting to the Goblin guards in Gobbledygook. They gave him an astonished look and a sharp-toothed grin before waving him into the lobby. Heading straight for the first empty teller, Harry stood tall and spoke the same greeting.
"Master Goblin, I'd like to take an inheritance test, please. Among other sensitive matters."
Again, he gained an astonished look before he got an apprehensive sneer. The Goblin pressed a button and pointed him down a newly opened hallway. Harry walked down to a door that opened as he approached and stepped in to see a nasty-looking goblin at a table, holding a clear crystal bowl.
"Wizard, take this blade and pierce your flesh. Allow seven drops to fall into the bowl and wait. Upon receiving your results, please provide the two galleon fee for an inheritance test."
Doing just that, Harry hid his amusement and slight fear of what would show up. Just as the bowl flashed white, he handed a goblin behind him two galleons.
"Wizard. Tell me quickly why you saw fit to travel between universes before I have my guards cut you down."
"Well, for one, I already paid you. Two, I assume that parchment shows my claims to some particularly large names. Three, I could end you where you stand with nary a thought. You don't know what I've managed in my world. This was completely involuntary."
The goblin holding the parchment snarled and slammed it down on the table.
"You are regrettably correct, World Walker. Stay here."
He walked out of the room with his guards and locked it, leaving Harry with the Parchment. Just to spite them, he unlocked the door and left it cracked while he read the test.
Harry James Potter, Displaced.
Origins Unknown.
Lord Potter, Peverell, Black
Claims to Slytherin via Right of Conquest (Thrice over), Malfoy via primacy, Lestrange via primacy, Gaunt via Right of Conquest (Thrice over)
Titles; Master of Death, Grand Magus, World-Walker, Maker
Slayer of Voldemort, Horcruxes, Basilisks, Dementors, Dragons, Demons, Lost Gods
"Fucking hell. No wonder the poor bugger flipped out."
"Aptly put, Mr. Potter."
Harry turned to see Ragnok walk into the room with Griphook. If he remembered correctly, Ragnok was the director of Gringotts. Harry stood and spoke a more formal greeting in Gobbledygook, bowing to the two.
"Director Ragnok. I prefer Grand Lord Master Potter if you would," he said, completely deadpan.
The little goblin smirked at him, his shoulder shaking before he burst out into laughter. After a moment, he stood back up from his bent position and wiped the tear from his eye.
"Ah, I love it when the humans have good manners! And he has humor as well! Yes, now, we should speak, Mr. Potter. It is not every day someone like you walks in."
"Of course. Now, I'd like to keep the Peverell and Slytherin lordships, as well as have some documentation written up for them. This world's Harry Potter is under my care now, as he is technically my brother in some fucked up way and the fact that he was left with abusive muggles by his Magical Guardian. I refuse to allow an Obscurial form in him. He may retain the Potter lordship upon reaching seventeen, and I'd like to keep Black and Malfoy open for him as well. Is it possible to condense Gaunt and Slytherin into one House?"
Griphook had written his requests down as he spoke, looking up for a moment at his question before nodding.
"Right. I want a key for Harry to his trust vault and a key to the main Potter vault since I am Harry Potter, current Lord Potter. I want my name changed to Harrison Peverell, and I obviously want the Slytherin and Peverell key. I'd like you to draft a cease and desist letter for me to the authors of the horrid Potter's Adventure books or whatever they're called. I want them gone. Lastly, I'd like to remove the Horcrux from Lestrange's vault."
Griphook had sent his list off with a runner to have his requests filled while Ragnok nodded along until both digested his last request.
"Did you just say a Horcrux in Lestrange's vault?"
"Yes. It's Hufflepuff's cup. I have the location of others, but that's the only one here."
"It will be destroyed, Potter."
"See to it that it is."
Harry smiled at little Harry the next day as they neared Ollivander's Wand Shop. Little Harry was under a Glamour so nobody would recognize him, and all their belongings were packed up so they could move on after getting a wand. Harry had also called Tonks, and they had a date on the next Friday. She was just going into her sixth year in the coming school year, which made him almost two years older than her. It was better than six years. At least it wasn't, say, Tonks and Remus.
Harry held the door open for Harry and walked in himself, immediately greeted by Ollivander.
"Welcome, Grand Magus. We haven't had one of yours walk our lands in quite some time."
"You always did know too much, Garrick. I'd like to get my Ward here his first wand."
Ollivander looked up from his bow and frowned, little Harry's glamour long since fallen.
"You... yes, well, of course. I shan't ask many questions. May I ask, what wand do you carry?"
Harry smiled and handed Ollivander his wand, delighting in the gleeful laugh as he took ahold of it.
"Is it truly?"
"It is."
"My, this is marvelous! Oh, you are full of surprises!"
Harry holstered his wand and watched in amusement as little Harry tried wand after wand, the old man refusing to pull out the brother wand until he tried what seemed to be every wand in the store.
"Sir, are you sure I'm a wizard? None of these are working for me..."
"Garrick, won't you try the Brother?"
Harry almost couldn't hold in his laugh as Ollivander turned his wide, owlish eyes on him, scrambling to the back to grab the Phoenix feather wand. He came back and literally kneeled before little Harry, slowly opening the box to show... Oh, Fuck.
Little Harry's hand reached out and held the Yew wand, his tiny fingers brushing the black silk of the case as a black and green tendril of magic shot from the wand and wrapped around him.
"You will be destined for great, great things, Mr. Potter. That I can assure you."