The first steps into the magical world
“Human Language/speech”
“Parseltongue/Spells”
(Start of chapter):
Hagrid -the half-giant groundskeeper- was currently in the leaky cauldron, enjoying a good drink after having to use that awful Roller Coaster in Gringotts not once but twice! He was escorting Hardym -who apparently thought his name was just Harry- to get his school supplies, the boy didn’t know much about the Wizarding world -mostly due to the muggles he was staying with- and it concerned Hagrid that he wasn’t asking many questions either, not that he would know how to answer them but still. The most that the boy -who somehow broke the Potter tradition of having hair so wild that even magic couldn’t fix it- did ask was about Hogwarts, which was good he supposed but he still worried that the boy would re-enter the magical world unprepared.
Hardym had asked him what the Hogwarts houses stood for and -despite his urge to badmouth Slytherin- he gave the boy an unbiased description… Well not entirely, he may have described Gryffindor a bit better than the other three. The potter heir seemed to be Interested and asked about the founder -Godric Gryffindor- along with his distaste of Salazar Slytherin. As good as he could, Hagrid described what he remembered about the two founders, which wasn't much and could probably be summed up as: Gryffindor had an enchanted sword crafted by goblins, he could wrestle an adult Giant -a fact that Hagrid only knew because he was a half giant- and that Godric hated Salazar because the Slytherin founder didn’t want to allow muggleborns and would often send snakes after them with his parseltongue ability.
“Another!”
A new drink appeared in his Hands almost immediately, it was a bit smaller than the last one -only a 5 liter barrel- and Hagrid knew what that meant. Whenever Tom gave out Smaller drinks, he was telling the customers that they should get going soon before they were too drunk to safely get home. He took it as the signal it was, drank the rest of his beer, paid the bartender and got on his way to find Hardym.
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Hardym Arcus Potter took another wand into his hand and got it taken away again. He had been at Ollivanders for over half an hour and was getting bored. At first the mystery was exciting but after being handed the 200th or so wooden stick, it became boring. The rest of his shopping had been quite nice, the books looked interesting, the clothes actually fit him and he even managed to get himself a set of Clothes that wouldn’t stick out too much in the Muggle world.
“I believe this is the one then”, Ollivanders dreamy voice called out, ripping Hardym from his thoughts, he was holding a long wand 11, maybe 12 inches that was made of light brown wood with a few black stripes amongst it. The handle was carved to look like a creature that he saw on a book cover in the bookstore… Nundu was its name, although the wand didn’t have the spikes around the neck that he saw on the book nundu.”Laurel wood and Thunderbird tail feather, 11 ½ inches. Very powerful wand, though I have to admit that that one isn’t one of mine. It is actually one crafted by my apprentice a few years ago. He is currently travelling the world and experimenting with different cores. Thunderbird tail feather was a core that I used myself 40 years ago but sadly a fey cursed me to fall unconscious anytime that I touched a feather directly which is required to craft a wand out of it, ever since that day I only used three cores”
The old wizard smiled sadly at the wand in Hardym’s hands for a few seconds before turning around and walking to the back of his shop once more,”Do you want a polishing kit and a wand holster, Mr. Potter? They help greatly with keeping a wand in good condition”
“Yes, I would like that”
“Leather or Dragonhide? Leather is a bit cheaper but Dragonhide is sturdier”, the voice rang through the dusty shop as if the man stood right beside him,”Dragonhide Sir”,”Good choice, which color? I have a red one, a green one, yellow, brown, black and even a white one from an Albino, though the Albino one will cost more”, It took the green eyed wizard a few moments to decide this time,”Brown please”
A few minutes later the old wizard came back with a box -presumably the polishing kit- and a rectangulare holster with a wrist band made out of brown scales,”All together that would make… 11 galleons”
Hardym paid and left the old shop. Once on the open street again, he took a deep breath and enjoyed the magic in the air filling him with power, he would really miss that when he got back to… them. The green eyed Wizard sneered, he would have to spend another month with the dursleys, his ‘Family’. How he wished that he could just stay in the Magical world, away from those dirty muggles, he had known that he was magic for a long time -3 years to be exact- and his hatred towards those things he called ‘relatives’ -and by extension all muggles- grew every day. He -of course- pretended to be oblivious -confronting them would just result in him being beaten again or even… touched- but with his new knowledge he was able to secretly push them into giving him more freedoms. Through experimentation he learned how to make the air around his uncle colder every time that he sent him to the closet under the stairs, it resulted in him being given Dudley's second bedroom. A few flickering lights whenever they didn’t give him any food or a few exploding cookies whenever he was forced to do the garden work alone followed soon.
These little magic tricks seemed to be untraceable as well, otherwise the ministry -which apperantly was very strickt about underaged wizardry- wouldv’e come to investigate. It made sense now that he thought about it, magical animals probably gave off a bit of magic so as long as the things were small enough -and he didn’t try to transfigure a knife into a sword or something- he should be able to continue using his magic.
Not that he would do that too much anyways, his magical core regenerated very slowly back at the dursleys -something that surprised him after first entering Diagon alley was that his magic core filled rapidly, like the mere presence of magic caused Hardym’s body to generate more of it- so he would need to ration out his magic until he had found a reliable way to regenerate it other than coming to diagon alley every few days.
Hagrid rejoined the green-eyed potter just moments later, noticeably drunk. Hardym suppressed a sneer that was about to form, reminding himself that this was not Vernon and that the gigantic man -at least by what he heard in the clothing shop- was an outcast, looked down upon by others, just like how the Dursley’s looked down on Harry. Fleeing into Alcohol seemed reasonable for the giant man -who looked like he could drink a lot more than most before being blackout drunk- and as such, Hardym let it slide without making a command about it.
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A few dozen papers laid on Albus Dumbledore's desk, each one detailing the composition of the wand that had chosen a student. Everything seemed to be in order until he reached the one of the-boy-who-lived, his wand -against Dumbledore's planning- was not the brother wand of Voldemort’s. This highly concerned him, he was so sure that the prophecy referred to Hardym but how could the boy hope to win against a dark wizard as powerful as Voldemort without the advantage of a brother wand?
Perhaps had he been wrong? Was Neville Longbottom the true chosen one?
The elderly warlock had always assumed that Voldemort claimed Hardym by going after him first but what if the sole act of not Going after Longbottom was meant as choosing the boy? The prophecy was -As most prophecies are- rather hard to interpret, perhaps -Dumbledore thought- Voldemort showed fear of young Neville by not going after him himself, it would make sense, if someone had the power to kill you you would stay far away from that person. Looking back at the forms on his table, he couldn’t find one for the Longbottom heir,”Don’t tell me that she actually went through with giving him his fathers wand...”
He would need to convince Augusta Longbottom to buy him his own wand, with any luck he would be chosen by the brother wand and Dumbledore would know that he was the chosen one. No need to put both of them in danger. If it was possible he would prevent anyone from being put in harm's way but the chosen one -no matter if he was named Potter or Longbottom- needed to be prepared for his eventual showdown against the dark lord. Setting the papers aside, Dumbledore wrote a letter to the Longbottom matron, hoping to be able to convince her to do the right thing.