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Harry, born in the Outer Banks, arrives at Hogwarts unexpectedly.
Harry has never known peace, having lived adventures in both worlds.
Can Hogwarts survive a Harry Potter whose philosophy is "Stupidity always leads to good"?
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Magic through the darkest waters
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Harry always knew he was different. He knew it. Because he knew how to do things others couldn't. It started with simple things: growing his hair overnight when his aunt decided to cut it off to teach him a lesson, fixing his glasses when they broke after a fight with Dudley and his gang, being able to talk to the snakes in the Dursleys' back garden, or that time he ran away from Dudley and his gang at school and ended up on the roof, or that time he accidentally changed one of the teachers' hair color.
But he also knew that his uncles either hated him or feared him for the same reason. He knew from a very young age that they didn't like him. And that anything related to magic or fantasy was forbidden on the Dursley estate. One day, Harry was caught reading Percy Jackson and was punished. Vernon tore up the book Harry had worked so hard to buy.
The turning point in his life came at age six. Dudley tried to taunt Harry again, but Harry was faster and somehow managed to make Dudley float. Hearing Petunia's scream, Dudley fell to the ground.
The next thing he felt was a slap from his aunt and a tug on his arm that forced him back into the house. He saw his aunt bringing boxes down from the attic.
'Lily Evans'
It could be read in some.
After loading the boxes into the car, he hurriedly grabbed him and shoved him toward the front door. He didn't fight back, and to be honest, he didn't ask how Dudley was doing either. It was true that he was worried about him, but at that moment, he was more afraid of what Vernon might do if he found out he'd hurt him.
After a few hours of traveling, the car stopped in front of a building so large it looked like a mansion. Petunia rang the doorbell, and the large iron gates opened.
The driveway winds between tall trees that stand like sentinels, filtering the sunlight and casting soft shadows on the ground covered with leaves and flowers. The atmosphere is enveloped in a serene calm. On both sides, shrubs and manicured lawns line the path leading to a mansion.
As we approached, we saw the house, built of dark brick and exposed wood, with a gray slate roof that gleamed faintly in the evening light. The tall chimneys and small but elegant windows gave it an old-fashioned, almost aristocratic feel. Part of the facade was covered in ivy, which climbed the walls, as if nature were reclaiming its place.
The main entrance, framed by an arch and a solid wooden door. The soft light from inside barely shines through the glass, projecting a warm glow that contrasts with the darkness of the forest.
It was the "Hearth Haven" foster home
When Petunia pulled up to the entrance, the center's director was already waiting for her. The woman had jet-black hair tied back in a bun and seemed kind and calm.
Petunia looked at him for a second before looking away. "Don't even think about coming looking for us, you freak," she growled before getting out of the car and approaching the woman.
Harry did the same, getting out of the car, with a small backpack where he had the few things he had: His little hand and his baby stuffed animal, the torn Percy Jackson book and some of Dudley's discarded toys.
"These boxes belonged to your biological parents," Petunia explained to the woman, taking the boxes out of the car.
He didn't wait long before he jumped back in and accelerated away, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.
The lady smiled warmly at him and led him inside. Harry walked with hesitant steps, feeling that the Dursleys' routine seemed to be behind him, although a constant fear still throbbed in his chest.
The entrance hall was spacious and bright. The walls were painted in soft tones, and paintings of landscapes and cheerful scenes hung carefully, creating a sense of home and tranquility. A pair of comfortable armchairs were lined up next to a warm rug, and in the background, a murmur of children's voices could be heard, quiet laughter that aroused in Harry a pang of curiosity and hope.
After leaving Harry's belongings, his backpack and the boxes, in a closet by the entrance, the headmistress took him to the infirmary for a routine checkup.
Without realizing it, Petunia had changed Harry's life forever.
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The nurse at Hearth Haven, a middle-aged woman with light eyes and a kind demeanor, asked Harry to sit on the cot. "It'll only be a moment, dear," she said calmly, while checking her notebook.
Harry wasn't used to being called "darling ." He tensed up. He didn't know if he should reply, so he just nodded.
The rest happened silently, but with a speed Harry could never have imagined. Phone calls. Forms. Visits. Police.
That same week, authorities searched the Dursleys' house. What they found was enough to get Vernon and Petunia arrested. Dudley was sent to live with Aunt Marge.
Harry had to go to the hospital to get medicine and see a nutritionist to treat his wounds and help him reach a healthy weight for his age. He also had to attend sessions with a psychologist to talk.
Approximately a year later, during the summer, Harry was sitting in an armchair, watching a couple and their daughter. The couple had said they wanted to adopt him, and before formalizing it, the director arranged for them to spend a few days together, always under supervision, due to Harry's family history, in case he reacted badly.
"Hello, little one, I'm Nicholas. The beautiful woman beside me is named Elarian, and my daughter's name is Verena." Nicholas, with brown hair styled upwards, wore a leather jacket, a black t-shirt, and jeans. His jawline was strong and well-defined, square in shape; his nose was straight; his lips were full, the upper lip being slightly thinner; and his eyes were almond-shaped and green.
"Hello," Harry murmured.
Elarian looked seriously at Nicholas for a few seconds; she had told him he should dress more formally. But she turned to look at Harry and smiled sweetly. "Darling, you can call me Elara." Her face was oval-shaped, with a straight nose, thick lips, large, expressive blue eyes, blonde hair tied in a loose bun with strands framing her face, and she wore a formal sky-blue dress.
"I'm Verena, sweet boy," the little girl said with a charming smile. She had the same blond hair as Elara, which she wore loose with a headband, and her eyes were the same blue as her mother's. "Mommy, I want him! I've always wanted a brother!" Verena squealed, grabbing her mother's hand and pulling her along.
Harry tilted his head to one side, his expression confused. "Are you going to adopt me? Do you love me? Don't you think I'm a freak?" He began asking questions, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was happy; there were people who wanted to adopt him, but he was also confused. According to the Dursleys, he didn't deserve to be loved.
Verena immediately approached and hugged him. Harry tensed up at first, but then relaxed, although he didn't return the hug until some time later, in a hesitant manner.
"He looks like a fawn!" Verena exclaimed, breaking the hug and grabbing Harry's cheeks. "I'm going to call you Bambi."
A few days ago they were filling out the forms to legally adopt the child.
The couple returned smiling to the child.
"Are you ready to come with us?"
Harry nodded quickly, getting up from the hall chair without looking back.
The flight had been a completely new experience. Harry had spent the whole time looking out the window and trying to play Uno with Verena. They'd been playing chess, with rules they'd just made up. Nicholas had been trying to teach Verena the rules long before he'd adopted Harry, but she'd found them boring and decided to play her own way with him. Nicholas and Elarian were determined to teach them the proper way, but for now, they were going to let them have some fun.
Elarian sighed, looked at Harry, "Love, I have to ask you something," she said softly.
"What question?" Harry murmured, stopping his game and looking at his... mother?
Elarian looked at Nicholas for a second, "Have any strange things ever happened around you?"
Harry tensed up; he was afraid. The Dursleys hated him for that reason, and he was afraid the Grossmans would hate him and abandon him for that reason too. But he nodded, slowly.
"Like me! You know how to do magic!" Verena interrupted, causing a card from the game to fly out.
The tension in the room vanished completely. Harry stared at the letter before Nicholas grabbed it. Amazement filled Harry's face. Did magic really exist? Had the Dursleys lied to him?
"You're a wizard, Harry," he said softly, in a low tone so only his family could hear. "Just like us. When we get there, we'll go to Gringotts."
"What is Gringotts?"
"A bank, there are goblins"
"Do elves exist?" I asked, surprised.
Verena nodded and took out a book that was enchanted to look like a Muggle storybook. "Yes, and elves, mermaids, vampires, and dragons are my favorites, but Mom and Dad won't let me have any. They say they're too dangerous," she said, rolling her eyes in a disappointed tone.
"They are dangerous," Nicholas and Elara said at the same time.
"I want Toothless!"
Nicholas and Elara laughed, without answering; they had already had that conversation more than once.
The Grossmans kept their promise and took Harry to Gringotts, because although they had adopted him in the Muggle way, they also had to adopt him magically.
Upon arriving at Gringotts, the guards bowed to them. When Harry saw Nicholas, Elara, and Verena return the bow, he copied them.
Come in, stranger, but be careful.
What awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but don't win,
In turn, they must pay a very high price.
So if you're looking under our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you've been warned, be careful.
To find there something more than just treasure.
When the Grossman couple told the goblins the name Harry Potter, now Kallias Grossman, the goblins opened their eyes in surprise; the boy who lived was standing before them, and according to what they understood from the goblins of England, according to Dumbledore, Harry was being raised far from the magical world and being a disciple of Dumbledore himself, but from what they saw, it must be a lie or a deception.
"According to our colleagues in the UK, several people have come in claiming to be Harry Potter. So we'll have to do a heritage test. Just in case. You understand, right?" After that last sentence, his smile turned more sinister than ever. "Just so you know, the test will reveal everything about you: parents, godparents, inheritances, vaults, etc."
"I understand, Mr. Ragnar."
They led him and his family inside and seated him opposite Ragnar, separated by a table. The goblin took out an elegant-looking dagger, a bowl, and a piece of parchment that seemed to glow.
"You'll have to cut your hand and pour the liquid into the bowl, then give me your hand so I can heal it, okay?"
It was Nicholas who made the cut carefully.
Harry, with Nicholas's help, began pouring his blood into the bowl. He stopped at the indicated line and offered his hand to Kograk, though his magic was already healing the wound. Then Ragnar added what looked like a grayish potion to the blood and placed it on the gleaming parchment. He then handed it to Nicholas and Elarian to read.
What the parchment revealed horrified and enraged him, seeing how someone, a person who fancied himself the new Merlin, wanted to manipulate his son's life. They demanded that Ragnar fix the situation, remove the spells, curses, and potions placed upon his son, and launch an investigation to free Sirius Black from Azkaban, because if what the parchment said was true, Sirius was innocent and had to be helped.
Once Ragnar said he would get to work on it, the Grossman family left Gringotts and began another journey to the Outer Banks, where they would live. Kallias kept looking out the window, taking in the scenery, the forests, the sea, the beach; he was truly enchanted by everything he saw. The feeling he had at that moment was almost unfamiliar to him. There had been few occasions when he had felt such a need for peace and happiness. He had felt it once before, when he met a new boy at school, but Dursley ended up scaring him away, or when he could escape to the library when the Dursleys had visitors and preferred him to be out rather than be interrupted by his "abnormality" (as they called it), his magic.
"We have to teach Kallias to surf and dive," Verena said. "When we get home, I'm going to introduce him to Rafe and Sarah."
Even Harry was finding it hard to get used to his new name. It wasn't that he didn't like it; in fact, he loved it and was grateful that Nicholas and Elarian had given him Harrison as a middle name, so he could still be called Harry if he preferred. But when Verena mentioned those two names, he got nervous again. He was afraid they wouldn't like him, that they'd be just like Dudley and his group, that they'd hate him.
"Honey, first let Harry get settled and then we'll introduce him to more people," Elarian said gently.
When they landed, a car was already waiting for them. Harry, although participating in the Grossmans' conversation, was paying more attention to what was happening outside the window: people skating, some with surfboards, playing sports, walking their dogs. He saw the Outer Banks sign and a multitude of houses. He noticed how the houses got bigger as they passed, and when they passed the Figure Eight sign, they were mansions. Harry's eyes widened; they looked very much like the houses Petunia saw in magazines and dreamed about what it would be like to live in them.
When they arrived, Verena decided to show him the house and which room would be his.
"You can decorate it to your liking," Nicholas and Elarian told her.
"What's your favorite color? Mine is orange, that's why my walls are like a big sunset!" Verena exclaimed excitedly. "If you like green, we can paint your room like a forest and enchant the walls so that animal drawings appear from time to time!" Verena spoke excitedly as she dragged Harry all over the house, until they reached the bedrooms.
Harry remained silent, letting Verena—his sister—talk about possible decorations. "I like stars," he murmured, so softly he was almost inaudible.
"We can look for glow-in-the-dark stickers," Nicholas suggested.
"No!" Verena shrieked indignantly. "We'll cast a spell on the room so that constellations appear!"
Elarian and Nicholas laughed and shook their heads.
"We can't do that," Elarian explained gently, crouching down to Verena and Kallias/Harry's level. "If you ever invite a Muggle friend over, they can't see that our walls are enchanted."
Verena frowned, but she had to give in; her parents were right, but that didn't stop her from complaining. Nicholas and Elarian showed Harry the layout of his room: it would have a private bathroom, a wardrobe, and a loft bed with drawers underneath for storage or even as small shelves. Little by little, the room was decorated. The ceiling was painted dark blue, while one of the walls, where the bed would be, was painted a lighter blue. Star stickers were bought and arranged on the wall to create constellations, and lights were purchased and hung from the wall and ceiling. A hanging fabric draped over the study area, and lights cascaded from the ceiling. The bathroom was decorated elegantly in dark blue and white.
Harry didn't know how to thank them, he was delighted, it was much more than he expected. He thanked them at least fifteen times, before Nicholas and Elarian told him (again) that he didn't need to thank them, that it was now their job to take care of him and that they did it gladly, that they were his parents and that he was now their son.
Chapter 3
Notes:
The series doesn't specify whether Rafe, Sarah, and Wheezie's mother is alive or not.
(Although there's a theory that she's JJ's mother.) She'll appear in this episode and her name will be: Ophelia.
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A few days had passed, Harry was still getting used to being called Kallias; he himself asked to be called that, so as not to feel strange with his new name.
Every morning she woke to the sound of the sea, and her room, when she opened the windows, was filled with a salty scent that fascinated her. From her window she could see the movement of the ocean waves and the seagulls gliding over the water.
Outer Banks was definitely very different from Privert Drive; no two houses were alike, everything had its own personality, its own light.
In the first few days, Elarian insisted that Kallias should rest and adapt to his new situation, but Verena soon dragged him to the beach.
While Elarian and Nicholas were preparing the towels and going to buy the drinks, Verena dragged Harry to the seaside.
"You have to see the sea up close!" she said excitedly, as she ran barefoot along the sand.
Kallias stopped a few meters away, before the waves reached his feet. The water was clearer than he had imagined; he felt that if he looked at it long enough, he could see the bottom of the sea.
The Dursleys had been to the beach quite a few times, but they always left Harry with Mrs. Figg and when they returned from their holidays, they always made a point of rubbing their vacation in his face.
"You don't look like you're from around here"
A voice beside him pulled him from his reverie. Kallias turned his head and saw a boy about his age watching him, smiling, with messy blond hair. He wore a shell necklace and carried what looked like a child's surfboard under his arm.
"I'm Jackson, but everyone calls me JJ," he said, extending his hand.
"Ha...Kallias," Harry replied nervously, hesitating for a few seconds before extending his hand and shaking JJ's.
"So Kallias, are you new here?"
"Uh....yes, I moved a few weeks ago"
"Great," he murmured. "So you still don't know anything about the tides, or the waves, or which is the best ice cream shop on the pier?"
Harry shook his head, "No."
Elarian and Nicholas watched from afar as Kallias talked to a boy his own age; they were happy to see their son trying to make his first friend.
Verena, although she was happy, wanted her brother to meet Rafe and Sarah first.
"That needs fixing." JJ smiled, as if he'd just received an important mission. "I'm going to show you," he said, putting his board down on the sand and sitting down, cross-legged, starting to draw lines and circles with a stick in the sand. "My dad and Big John, a friend's dad, told me this: if you see big waves, don't even think about going in the water, strong currents, but if the water's calm, you can go in. You can also tell by the flags: red, yellow, and green."
Harry/Kallias looked at him attentively, trying to follow his explanations (which he would later ask Elarian and Nicholas about) to get more information.
"Do you come here often?" Harry decided to ask.
"It's always... my place," JJ shrugged, smiling slightly.
Harry nodded and spent quite a while playing with JJ in the sand. Verena joined them soon after, introducing herself as Harry's sister. They were interrupted by Elarian and Nicholas, who came to eat. JJ was asked if she wanted to join them and if her parents would allow it.
JJ accepted immediately.
After eating something, JJ said goodbye, asking if he could meet Harry again. When Mr. and Mrs. Grossman asked him where his parents were or offered to walk him home, JJ said it wasn't necessary, that a friend's father worked at the port and he would go there. Nevertheless, the Grossmans accompanied him to Bobby Heyward's workplace to make sure JJ was safe.
That afternoon, when they returned home, they received a visit from the Camerons. Ophelia and Ward weren't surprised when Nicholas and Elarian introduced them to their new son; in fact, they had brought a welcome gift for Kallias.
"Hi, Kallias, I'm Rafe," the 10-year-old boy said, after a gentle nudge from Ward to introduce himself. "My sisters are Sarah and Wheezie," he introduced them, pointing first to a blonde girl with brown eyes (Kallias thought she looked exactly like his mother) who also seemed to be 7 years old, and then to a brunette girl with curls, brown eyes, and glasses, who looked to be 4 years old.
While the Camerons and the Grossmans went to the kitchen to talk, the children stayed in the living room with some board games. At first, it was a little awkward for Kallias, who couldn't remember the times he tried to make friends and Dursley bullied him, but thanks to Verena's constant teasing, Kallias's discomfort disappeared, and he was able to relax and concentrate on the game and the conversation the three friends were having.
"What do you think, Kallias?" Rafe asked him.
Kallias blinked. "What do I think about that?"
Sarah laughed. "You're right, Verena, Kallias is very absent-minded." She smiled amusedly. "Verena is talking about who would win in a fight, Iron Man or Batman?"
Kallias tilted his head; he knew who they were, he had heard Dudley talk about them, and he had read the comics when Dudley had lost interest in them or they were damaged enough that Petunia decided to throw them away.
"Well... they're both incredible, intelligent, and have good allies... but I think Batman would win."
Verena and Sarah complained, while Rafe smiled. "You're one of us, Kallias" Rafe said, putting an arm around his shoulder. "But now we have a new problem: we're tied."
The four children looked at each other before running to the kitchen to bother their parents with the same question.