Chapter Five: The Study

The inside of Lord Potter’s study was forbidden to the children, Harry had never been in there before.  He always assumed it was similar to his own, and he was quite wrong indeed.  The room was enormous and octagonal, .  A great fireplace stood directly across from the door, in the center of the opposite wall.  In front of the fireplace was a magnificent mahogany desk that had a sneakoscope and computer monitor on it with innumerable drawers sticking out of the desk.  On either side of the fireplace were large bookcases with titles too gruesome to read.

Next to the door was a picture of a much older man with a very long silver beard, half moon shaped spectacles, bright purple wizarding robes, a nose that looked like it was broken in two places, and piercing blue eyes.    On the left side of the room was a table filled with so many devices and gadgets that Harry would never be able to even count them, let alone know what the purpose for each thing was.  On the right side of the room were a workbench for making and repairing broomsticks, which was a hobby of Lord Potter’s, and an alchemical lab for potion making.  

Several somethings bubbled in the cauldrons of the alchemical lab that caught Harry’s attention.  He walked over to them and nearly fell over in shock; he was looking at Felix Felicis, Polyjuice Potion, Draught of the Living Dead, Amortentia, and Veritaserum.  Liquid luck caught his attention more than anything else.  Being a metamorphmagus defeats the purpose of Polyjuice Potion, having veela ancestry renders Amortentia null and void, learning legilimency would make Veritaserum useless, and Draught of the Living Dead wasn’t his cup of tea.

Harry looked up and saw Lord Potter studying him curiously.  Lord Potter sounded very tired when he said, “You’re looking somewhat wolfish.  You’ll need to start drinking wolfsbane every month, or else everyone will think you’re naturally rude.  Your father might not have told you this, but your grandfather was a werewolf.  Teddy didn’t seem to have any inherent abilities from that, but it appears that you do.  Have you noticed that your senses and reflexes have been improving recently, or that you’re much stronger and faster than you used to be?”  

Harry frowned as he thought about how easily everything physical had become and emotional things had become more difficult to control.  Then it finally clicked; he wasn’t being secretly attacked by dark forces, he was finally giving in to his wolf side.  He smiled sheepishly as he accepted the small bottle and drank quickly.  Then another thought came to him, “Why haven’t these traits manifested earlier in my life?”  Lord Potter seemed surprised for the briefest moment by Harry’s question then remembered how intelligent Harry really was.

“My best guess is that it coincides with your magical powers.  That is to say, since your wizardly ability is starting to develop, so are your werewolf powers.”  Then Lord Potter continued, “That’s not the only reason I made you come in here though.  Today is a very special day.  I got your letter from Hogwarts right here.” and as he said it, he pulled a letter of parchment, ink, and wax from seemingly nowhere.  Lord Potter smiled and said, “Here you go.”

Harry snatched the letter gratefully from Lord Potter’s hand and ripped the envelope in his excitement.  Unfurling the letter took agonizing seconds, but he got it open and began to read.


Headmaster: Neville Longbottom

(Order of Merlin, First Class)

Dear Harry Lupin,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Hermione Weasley

Deputy Headmistress

Harry smiled up at his father’s godfather.  Today he was officially recognized as a wizard by the world.  No longer would he feel so lonely during the school year or left out of conversations when everybody else was here.  His smile spread as far as it could go and his eyes sparkled like cerulean fire.  Lord Potter returned the smile and said, “Go on, read the second page.”  And so Harry did, while practically shaking with joy.


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, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's 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 Beginner's 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 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

Harry looked at Lord Potter and said, “Now we’re gonna have to go to Diagon Alley for ME.” Glee was readily present on the child’s face.  His memories of Diagon Alley were crystal clear, every memory of his was.  But that was one of his favorite places in the world.  He couldn’t wait to get a wand from the new Ollivanders, or get an owl from the Owl Emporium, or stock up on supplies from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.  The Weasley’s business empire has made them one of the wealthiest families in Britain, along with the Potters, Longbottoms, and Malfoys.

“Yes, but before that, we need to celebrate your birthday and I’ve got a present for you.”  Lord Potter walked into the center of the room and said, “Fawkes!”  Then nothing happened.  They stood quietly in the study for another ten awkward seconds before an inferno exploded around the room, condensed into a small shape, and a bird materialized out of the flames.  “Harry, say hello to your new phoenix, Fawkes.”

Harry’s mouth was gaping open in astonishment.  Nothing seemed to be working in his skull for several more moments before he could finally say anything.  “Thank you.” he whispered to Lord Potter, then to Fawkes, “Hello.”  It cawed happily and lept from Lord Potter’s shoulder to Harrys and started nuzzling against him.  Warmth spread through him and made him feel incredibly cozy.  

“That is the most loyal companion you will ever find.  As it’s old master passed him onto me, now I pass it to you.  Take care of Fawkes and he will take care of you.”  Speechless, Harry started to walk out the door, but Lord Potter stopped him.

“Before you go, I wanted to give you something my godfather gave me.”  Reaching into his desk, he pulled out a knife and two mirrors.  Harry’s eyebrows arched up in surprise.  How many gifts was his grandfather going to give him today?  Holding a knife in one hand and the mirrors in the other, he looked questioning at Lord Potter.  “The knife can unlock almost any door and untie any knot no matter how it’s locked or tied, I got inspiration to make it from an old gift my godfather gave me for my fifteenth birthday.  The mirrors are a way to communicate with people.  I had them repaired for you, because I have a feeling that you’d put it to good use.”

Harry swiftly walked towards his grandfather and hugged him tightly, knowing that in a month he would be off to school, so far away from him that it would hurt.  “I love you, grandpa.” said Harry through a strangely tight voice.  Maybe losing his parents made him tougher in most situations, but towards family Harry was more sensitive than the average eleven year old.

Smiling knowingly, Lord Potter said, “I love you too.”

The End

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