Lucius looked at Thomas he spoke. "So, which house are you gonna be going too".
Thomas looked at Lucius as he spoke. Gryffindor, they are good with Sword's".
Lucius was not supires by the House choice but by what he said. "Sword's?".
Thomas shrugged with a casual grin. "Yeah, swords. Chivalry, bravery, knights—it's kind of their whole brand, right? Figured it fits."
Lucius raised a curious eyebrow. "That's an... unusual reason. Most people choose based on lineage or ambition. But swords?"
Thomas leaned in slightly, his sky-blue eyes sharp. "I'm not 'most people.' Besides, in a world full of wands, sometimes it takes a sword to cut through the noise."
Lucius stared at him for a long second, unsure whether Thomas was eccentric or brilliant—or both. "Well... good luck with that."
Thomas smirked. "Oh, I won't need luck. Just a blade."
After that was done, Thomas and Dumbledore went to buy trh books and maybe a few more things in his list.
Thomas bought Magic Theory, Rune Magic, Swordsmanship, Magic Theory and a few more.
As Thomas puts the book in his bag, as wh started to fall. "Ah, Heavy".
Dumbledore Chuckled as he spoke. "Would you like to learn a Small spell that will help you change things Size"
Thomas looked up, eyes gleaming. "Wait, you can just shrink stuff with magic? (mind): That would've saved me so many backaches in my past life."
Dumbledore smiled knowingly. "Indeed. It's a simple charm—Reducio to shrink, Engorgio to return it to normal. Very useful, especially for books, trunks, or overly ambitious shopping trips."
Thomas nodded and pulled out his new wand. "Alright, teach me, old man."
Dumbledore chuckled again. "Start gently. Point your wand at the bag and say Reducio. Focus on the idea of it becoming smaller—not crushed, just neatly compressed."
Thomas followed the instruction, flicked his wand, and muttered, "Reducio."
The bag shrank smoothly, still full but now small enough to fit in one hand.
Thomas grinned. "Okay. Magic is OP. No wonder wizards are lazy."
Dumbledore looked at Thomas as he spoke. "Now, I need to do, something, you stay here and don't move Ok".
Thomas noded as he spoke. "Ok".
Dumbledore left, as he did Thomas was just there standing, as he looked at his bag's of Books and other items, as he Patently waited for Dumbledore to return as Someone Pumped into as he they spoke.
"Watch Twat".
Thomans looked back as he spoke. "Hay".
As saw the person in question, he was his age, with Dark Black Hair and Hazel Brown eye's fair skin and wears glasses, he was wearing very well of outfit of the time, as he gave the vibe of a "Rich Kid" he had rrb Face of Harry, and this only ment Thomas knew who he was
Thomas spoke in his head. "Great, I meet Young James Potter, just my luck".
James looked at Thomas with an eyebrow raised. "What, never seen someone important before?"
Thomas forced a smile. "Nope. Just wondering how someone with perfect vision still manages to walk into people."
James blinked, caught off guard. "Tch. Whatever."
Thomas exhaled, calming himself. He knew he couldn't mess this up too early. This was the infamous James Potter—arrogant, talented, and eventually a martyr. Still, right now? A brat.
James looked him over. "You heading to Hogwarts too?"
"Yep," Thomas replied shortly, slinging his miniaturized bag over his shoulder. "First year. You?"
"Same. Gonna be in Gryffindor," James said proudly. "Obviously. Like my dad, and his dad, and—"
Thomas interrupted, "—and his dad, got it. Lion legacy. Good for you."
James narrowed his eyes slightly. "You got a problem?"
Thomas smiled sweetly. "Nope. I just have an allergy to arrogance. Must be the air."
Before things could escalate, a voice rang out, "James! What did I say about starting trouble?"
It was Mrs. Potter, calling from a nearby shop.
James scoffed and turned away. "See you on the train, commoner."
Thomas muttered under his breath, "Oh, I am so not saving you from Snape in this timeline."
Thomas crossed his arms and leaned against the nearest wall, staring after James as the boy strutted off to rejoin his mother.
"Right... he becomes a better person in the future," he muttered in his mind. "Still wondering how that happens. No, seriously—it was never explained in the books. Sure, fan theories exist… 'Lily changed him,' 'war sobered him,' 'fatherhood matured him.' But none of that justifies how he went from magical jock-bully to model dad in, what, two years?"
He sighed, rubbing his temples.
"I swear, if I weren't in this timeline, Harry would grow up and find out his dad was a teenage terror and never get over it. No wonder Snape was bitter."
He glanced around the alley.
"Then again… maybe I can see the turning point. All it takes is one big enough disaster to punch your ego in the face. Might be interesting to see what humbles James Potter."
At that moment, Dumbledore reappeared, carrying a wrapped bundle.
"Ah, Thomas, sorry to keep you waiting," he said kindly. "I had to fetch something from an old contact. Shall we finish up and prepare for your journey?"
Thomas nodded. "Yeah… let's go."
The evening sun cast long shadows across the orphanage walls as Thomas stepped through the doors, his trunk hovering beside him, guided by a simple levitation charm Dumbledore had taught him.
The moment he entered, the younger kids rushed him like a small stampede.
"Thomas is back!"
"Did you get in?!"
"What's it like?!"
Thomas laughed as he set the trunk down and raised his hands to calm them. "Yeah, I got what I need for Hogwarts."
Cheers erupted around him, and the older kids nodded in pride. Julian gave him a grin and a mock salute, while Jack shouted, "Our boss is going to be a wizard!"
Thomas rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself. "I told you not to call me that."
That night, the kids gathered in a circle in the common room, asking questions and poking at the sword box and books he'd brought back—though he kept his wand safely hidden.
Thomas eventually stood and addressed them seriously. "Listen, I won't be here for a while. Hogwarts is a boarding school, so I'll only be back during Christmas and between school years."
The room quieted.
He gave them a gentle smile. "That means you lot need to look after each other. Be smart. Be kind. And don't drive the caretakers mad."
They all nodded. Even the rowdiest ones stayed silent.
As the moon rose high, Thomas sat by the window, watching the stars. His thoughts drifted to the sword, the wand, the strange uniform soon to arrive, and the looming journey ahead.
He was walking into a legend—but he'd carve his own name into it.
After the day's Shopping was done, Thomas was brought back to Orphenes, as the kids celebrate with him, of him getting into Hogwarts, everything was peaceful, and he told the kids to look out for the other's.
Because in 2 week's, his new Uniform will arrive and also he will be going to Hogwarts, sense Hogwarts is a boarding he wouldn't be seeing them in a while. Maybe during Christmas and In Between School year's.
The evening sun cast long shadows across the orphanage walls as Thomas stepped through the doors, his trunk hovering beside him, guided by a simple levitation charm Dumbledore had taught him.
The moment he entered, the younger kids rushed him like a small stampede.
"Thomas is back!"
"Did you get in?!"
"What's it like?!"
Thomas laughed as he set the trunk down and raised his hands to calm them. "Yeah, I got what I need for Hogwarts."
Cheers erupted around him, and the older kids nodded in pride. Julian gave him a grin and a mock salute, while Jack shouted, "Our boss is going to be a wizard!"
Thomas rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself. "I told you not to call me that."
That night, the kids gathered in a circle in the common room, asking questions and poking at the sword box and books he'd brought back—though he kept his wand safely hidden.
Thomas eventually stood and addressed them seriously. "Listen, I won't be here for a while. Hogwarts is a boarding school, so I'll only be back during Christmas and between school years."
The room quieted.
He gave them a gentle smile. "That means you lot need to look after each other. Be smart. Be kind. And don't drive the caretakers mad."
They all nodded. Even the rowdiest ones stayed silent.
As the moon rose high, Thomas sat by the window, watching the stars. His thoughts drifted to the sword, the wand, the strange uniform soon to arrive, and the looming journey ahead.
He was walking into a legend—but he'd carve his own name into it.
Thomas then pulled out his Note books of Plans and Future Events as he looked at it. "Now, how do I Hide you from will, everyone's eyes in Hogwarts".
Thomas sat by the window, the faint moonlight casting silver streaks across his notebook. The leather-bound pages were filled with scribbles, diagrams, timelines, and lists — a mixture of future events, spells, magical theories, and contingency plans.
He tapped the notebook with his quill and muttered, "I need to keep you out of sight. No way I'm letting someone like Dumbledore or Snape—or worse, some nosy Gryffindor—get their hands on this."
He leaned back, deep in thought. Then his eyes lit up.
"Right. The Sword God Template lets me manipulate Sword Qi. Qi is energy. Magic is energy. Enchantment should work... I just need to fuse them."
With careful precision, he drew a rune circle onto the back cover using ink infused with a thread of his Sword Qi. It was a simple concealment rune from one of his new books, modified with cultivation techniques. He whispered an incantation, channeled a sliver of intent, and the notebook shimmered faintly before dulling to a mundane-looking leather cover.
"Now it looks like a boring diary... but only I can open the real content."
Just to be sure, he scribbled a warning on the first page:
"If you're reading this and you're not me—bad news. You've just unlocked a sword curse. Good luck dodging it."
He smiled.
"Now… Hogwarts, just try to surprise me."
The next Day, his special custome made Uniform had arrived, and looked just like how he wanted too, it was different better then wearing a Normal Hogwarts Outfit.
Thomas stared at the uniform laid neatly across his bed — high-collared, form-fitting, embroidered with faint arcane patterns that glowed softly in the light. The crimson lining, sleek black outer coat, and silver-threaded trim screamed "mage-in-training" far more than any traditional Hogwarts robe ever could.
He tried it on and looked at himself in the cracked mirror hanging on the orphanage wall. It fit perfectly — powerful, elegant, and unique.
"Yeah… this is it."
Then, as he adjusted the cuffs and struck a mock-heroic pose, the thought hit him like a jinx to the back.
"…Why do I feel like I just insulted every Potterhead across the Multiverse by not wearing the regular Hogwarts robes?"
He shrugged.
"Well, sorry guys. Function over fanservice."
With that, he packed the uniform carefully into his enchanted bag, alongside his books, sword, and notebook of future plans. Hogwarts would see a student like no other.
To be continued
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