Chapter 1: The Heir's Promise
The sun rose over the Potter ancestral lands, gilding the mansion in gold and silence. Magic thrummed through the walls, alive and ancient. Inside the study, a seven-year-old boy sat with the poise of a ruler and the weight of several lifetimes in his chest.
Harrison Strange Potter's mismatched eyes—one brilliant amethyst, the other a deep sapphire—glowed faintly beneath his silver-rimmed spectacles. No ordinary magic coursed through his veins anymore. His aura shimmered with layered power: Olympian grace, Duat force, divine chaos, and eldritch energy carved in burning sigils beneath his skin.
This was not a child born for the mundane.
It was a child reforged by destiny.
A crack of magic echoed through the hall.
Pop.
The small, noble house-elf bowed low, her ears dragging the floor. "Master Harrison, the Greengrass sisters are here."
Harrison rose. "Bring them to the solar. Prepare warm tea, honey biscuits, and the guest wing—sunroom suite."
"Yes, Master."
In moments, two young girls entered the sunlit chamber.
Daphne, age eight, walked with a silent grace well beyond her years. Her eyes were red from sleepless nights, but her chin was high. Beside her, tiny Astoria, just four, clutched a frayed rabbit plush and sniffled softly.
"I'm sorry for your loss," Harrison said gently, kneeling before them. "Your parents died protecting what they believed in. That makes them heroes. To me… to the world."
Daphne swallowed hard. "Why did you bring us here?"
"Because you are not alone," Harrison replied. "Your parents named me your godbrother in their final will. I intend to honor that bond."
Astoria blinked up at him. "We stay with you?"
"Yes," he said, smiling softly. "From now on, you are home."
Daphne's lip trembled, but she nodded. Astoria waddled forward and clung to his leg.
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Later that afternoon, Harrison stepped through a gleaming silver portal onto the Longbottom estate. The wards welcomed him.
He found Neville in the greenhouse, gently coaxing a timid cactus to bloom.
"Neville."
The boy looked up in shock. "H-Harrison?"
"I'm sorry it took me so long," Harrison said, kneeling. "I'm Harrison Strange Potter. Your mother and mine were sisters by soul, if not by blood. By their oath, I am your godbrother and the heir of the Potter family."
Neville blinked. "But... I thought you were just the cousin."
"I'm both. The main line and the oathbound. The world forgot the difference. But I won't." He placed a firm hand on Neville's shoulder. "You are not weak. You are not unwanted. You are a Longbottom—and I'll make sure the world remembers it."
Neville's eyes shimmered with tears. No one had ever said that to him before.
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That evening, Harrison stood before the Mirror of Aether, a polished obsidian portal in his private study. With a flick of his fingers, a viewing portal opened to Privet Drive.
The sight made his blood boil.
Harry—his cousin, the Boy Who Lived—was scrawny, bruised, and locked in a cupboard under the stairs.
Harrison clenched his fists. "Winki."
Pop! The house-elf appeared.
"Yes, Master?"
"You will watch over Harry. Heal him when he's hurt. Feed him when he's starved. Shield him from their hatred. And the moment I give the word—bring him home."
Winki sniffled. "Little Master Harry will be protected, yes sir."
As the elf vanished, Harrison turned back to the mirror.
His eyes—one violet, one blue—flashed with divine purpose.
"I am Harrison Strange Potter," he whispered to the night. "And I will not let this world break what I've sworn to protect."