Chapter 3: The Blood We Share
Night had fallen over Little Whinging, and Privet Drive lay in silent slumber, save for Number 4.
From the shadows, cloaked in a glamour of eldritch magic and divine stealth, Harrison Strange Potter stood across the street. His mismatched eyes glowed faintly—one amethyst, the other sapphire. His presence alone warped the light around him, reality bending in silent reverence.
He watched the small window of the cupboard beneath the stairs. Behind it, he could feel the weak magical signature of a child heavily burdened by emotional trauma and spiritual intrusion.
"Harry..." he whispered.
With a flick of his wand, a golden glyph shimmered in the air before him. His house-elf Winki appeared beside him.
"Is the perimeter warded?"
"Yes, Master Harrison. Anti-Trace and memory veil in place. No alarms will reach Albus Dumbledore."
"Good. Bring him out. Gently."
Pop!
Within seconds, Winki reappeared with a thin, pale boy in threadbare clothes clutched to her side. Harrison's heart clenched at the sight.
Harry James Potter looked up in shock and confusion, green eyes wide behind cracked glasses.
"Who... who are you?"
Harrison stepped forward and knelt to his level.
"I'm Harrison Strange Potter. Your cousin. You're coming home."
Harry blinked. "Home?"
"Yes. Not to these monsters. To your true family. To the Potters."
He extended his hand, and Harry, after a brief pause, took it. Their fingers touched—and in that moment, ancient bloodlines pulsed in resonance.
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Potter Family Castle - Scotland
The ancestral seat of House Potter stood atop a cliff overlooking the stormy Scottish coast. Arcane turrets shimmered with old magic, and gargoyles bowed as the heir entered the great hall with his younger cousin.
Daphne and Astoria ran forward.
"Is that him?" Daphne whispered.
"Yes," Harrison said. "Our cousin. The Boy Who Lived."
Astoria gasped and ran to hug Harry, who flinched at first before slowly relaxing.
Harrison turned toward the hearth, raising his staff.
"I call the ancestral flames."
A pillar of silver fire roared to life, casting shimmering lights that danced around the room. Within it, ancient symbols rotated.
"By blood and rite, I reveal the truth."
The flames formed a magical circle around the cousins. Glyphs for Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, and Ignotus Peverell spiraled around their joined palms.
"In both of us flows the blood of three Founders. United by fate, chosen by prophecy."
Harry stared, stunned. "I'm... all of that?"
"Yes. And much more."
Harrison's expression darkened. "But before we move forward, we must cleanse you. Voldemort left more than a scar."
He led Harry to a circular chamber beneath the castle, lit by obsidian torches and carved with shifting eldritch runes.
Harry hesitated. "Will it hurt?"
"No. I'll make sure of it. Close your eyes."
Harrison floated in the air, staff glowing. The Eye of Agamotto—the Time Stone—hovered at his chest, stabilizing the timeline.
Eldritch bands of golden light wrapped around Harry as Harrison spoke in the forgotten tongue of the Old Ones.
From Harry's forehead, a shadowy mass began to emerge, shrieking in resistance.
"Soul fragment of Tom Riddle," Harrison intoned, "you have no claim here."
The fragment writhed in agony as Harrison formed a cage of pure Chaos Magic, locking the soul shard within a glass phial. He sealed it with a rune made of blood, death, and justice.
Harry collapsed into Harrison's arms, and the chamber fell silent.
"You're free now," Harrison whispered.
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Diagon Alley
The next morning, the cousins and the Greengrass sisters arrived through the Leaky Cauldron. Harrison's arrival was quiet but deeply felt; even the bricks of Diagon Alley seemed to straighten in his presence.
Ollivander blinked as Harrison entered.
"Ah... You."
Harrison smiled. "I'll be choosing for him and myself."
Ollivander brought out several boxes. As Harry tested wand after wand, one finally burst into green and gold sparks—11 inches, holly and phoenix feather.
"A brother wand to the Dark Lord's," Ollivander murmured.
"Fitting," Harrison said, eyes glowing faintly. "He carries no part of Voldemort anymore."
Harry looked up, curious. Harrison said nothing more.
For himself, Harrison selected a blackthorn wand with a core of chaotic essence and silver flame, a custom build sent ahead from the First Nome.
They bought books, robes, potion kits, and familiars—Harrison acquiring a sleek, silver-eyed raven he named Echo, while Harry acquired a baby Hedgewig
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Potter Castle - Dining Hall
Dinner that night was lively. Daphne and Astoria chatted excitedly about Hogwarts, while Harry took in the warmth of true family.
As dessert arrived—strawberry trifle with golden sugar—Harrison stood.
"As head of the family," he said, raising his goblet, "I want you to remember the two Potter mottos."
The fire behind him roared.
"One: Blood runs thicker than water."
He looked at Harry, then Daphne and Astoria.
"We protect our own. Always."
"Two: Born to conquer."
His voice echoed with divine command.
"Not to rule with cruelty. But to rise beyond limits, break chains, and defy those who would control us."
The children nodded, solemn and proud.
In the shadows of fate, new powers stirred. Old gods watched with interest. Hogwarts awaited.
And Harrison Strange Potter was ready to change everything.