A few days had passed since Alan got his wand. He had used that time to think about his situation and decide what his next steps should be. Unfortunately for him, he arrived at the conclusion that he was fucked. An eleven-year-old boy that knew jack shit about magic had to somehow survive through the rise of the greatest dark wizard in modern history since perhaps Grindelwald. His only advantage was his knowledge of reading the Harry Potter books, and none of them went into depth about the period he found himself in.

He thought about just convincing his family to move back to America, but things weren't so simple. It was unlikely that his family would listen to their eleven-year-old son, at least not until Voldemort's forces started to move openly. It was more feasible to convince them to let him attend Ilvermorny and stay with his grandfather while they stayed in Britain, but he was too attached to them already. Losing his parents once was enough for him.

Worse of all, this world already had inconsistencies with the Harry Potter books. In the books, he didn't remember reading anything about Wolfe's Fine Wands or Thunderbird feather core wands. So there was no guarantee that if he waited it out Harry would be born and would kill Voldemort because of the prophecy. The prophecy might not even exist this time around. If Voldemort conquered Britain, he knew it was only a matter of time before his eyes turned to the rest of the world. After defeating Dumbledore and getting his hands on the elder wand, no one would be able to stop him. Hiding and hoping for the best wasn't a sound strategy.

With these thoughts, he realized he would have to intervene with the plot somehow in a way that weakened Voldemort's forces. The first thing that came to mind was killing future Death Eaters like Lucious Malfoy, Barty Crouch Jr., Rabastan Lestrange, and others while they still were at Hogwarts, but he quickly dismissed the idea. He doubted he could do so under Dumbledore's eye, let alone pass through the scrutiny of their powerful families. Besides, he never killed anyone before. Saying and thinking about killing someone is one thing, actually planning and doing the deed is another matter entirely. He didn't know if he had it in him to actually go through with premeditated murder, no matter how justified.

Another alternative that he thought up was converting future Death Eaters. Severus Snape eventually defected to Dumbledore, and Regulus betrayed Voldemort. If possible, he could even try to stop Peter Pettigrew from joining the Marauders and the Order of the Phoenix. Thus, removing the possibility of him becoming Voldemort's spy in the future. But to convert Snape, he would have to remove the wedge between him and the Marauders. Which would be difficult if he also wanted James and Lily to conceive Harry. Maybe the prophecy would never be made by Trelaway, but he didn't want to ruin his chances of an easy way to defeat Voldemort. As for Regulus, he would have to think of a way to change his mind earlier. Probably, trying to reconcile him and Sirius while distancing him from the rest of his family.

There was also the problem of the Horcruxes. He could get rid of Rowena's Ravenclaw diadem in the room of requirement as long as he found a way of destroying it. It would take a very long time before he could learn and properly control Fiendfyre and he sure as hell wasn't killing a basilisk for its poison. The other location he knew was the Gaunt's shack, where the Gaunt's ring was hidden. Unfortunately, five of Voldemort's Horcruxes existed at the moment, and the location of the rest of them was unknown at this point in time.

Alan stopped himself before he could get lost in his plans. Planning was important, but he was thinking about things too far in the future and with too many variables to take into account. For all he knew, the characters from the Harry Potter books were completely different from their real counterparts. The only thing he could do right now was work on tangible things, like improving himself. His plans could all fail or turn out to be useless but, by being his best self, he will have a higher chance of surviving what was to come.

Before he could start working on himself, he needed to have at least a basic understanding of magic and its branches. This way he would know what he should spend his time on. With this in mind, he made his way to his family's library. He had neither Dumbledore's nor Voldemort's genius intellect, and decades of magic study, let alone their extraordinary magical talent. But he would be damned if he couldn't at least be a match to a single Death Eater by the time he graduated from Hogwarts.

Going through the books inside the library left Alan greatly disappointed. He knew the library was small, being composed of only a few dusty bookshelves, but he had no idea of just how little variety it had. Besides books on subjects from the first year up to NEWTs that any household with a few generations of wizards had, the library only possessed wandmaking, wandlore, and a few ritual and potion books. The basic books were good as they would help him when doing self-study. But, unless he wanted to become a wandmaker, he wouldn't amount to anything in the outside world with them. Unfortunately, it was pointless to become a wandmaker if his goal was to survive Voldemort. With that conclusion, he grabbed a few introductory books on magic and began to dive into them.

Magic was complex. According to the books, the first wizards harnessed the power of magic through rudimentary forms of potions and rituals. Both fields of study were heavily intertwined with each other, as potions were a form of localized ritual. Later wizards became able to use magic directly as the knowledge of wandless magic began to spread. There were many periods when the discovery of new branches of magic revolutionized the world, but the single most important invention in the history of the wizarding world was the magical focus. Their discovery was to wizardkind the equivalent of what the discovery of fire was to mankind.

A magical focus allowed for an unprecedented level of power, finesse, and control over magic. Not only that, but they could also be used with arithmancy and runes to create actual spells. Spells that anyone could cast with the right movement and the right incantation. After they spread, whole new branches of magic were discovered, and there wasn't a single one that didn't end up being expanded. Eventually, wands became the predominant form of magical focus due to their size, control of magic, and ease of use. The magic revolution was long past, having mostly stagnated during the last few centuries, but magic as a field of study still was complex and highly developed.

Finished with the books, Alan had decided which branches of magic he would focus on during his study. The priority, for the moment, would be Charms and Transfiguration. Both subjects were favored by his wand, and would be essential later on when he began his study of advanced DADA and dueling, two subjects with the potential of becoming the cornerstones of his future survival. He would also study the other Hogwarts subjects, and begin his practice of wandless magic. It was generally weak and it would take years of training before it had any use, but it could prove useful in a pinch if he ever found himself without his wand. The study of wandless magic would also help him in the future when learning nonverbal magic and complex spells.

Another subject of interest was Rituals since his family's connection with nature gave them some affinity with them, but they were so complex that he decided to leave them alone until he had a better base of magical knowledge.

However, out of all the branches of magic he read about, Occlumency was the one that he thought he needed the most at the moment. There were two main reasons for that. One was that he had knowledge that he couldn't let anyone else know. The other was that it could significantly enhance the memory and concentration of its users, which would be invaluable to speed up his learning at Hogwarts. This subject took a lot of time to master. Usually only being learned during adulthood since children lack the patience and disposition to learn it. Only people with important positions in the Ministry and old families were expected to have the basics of occlumency down since the subject was highly regulated. So, for now, he would just try to learn the basics of shielding his mind and organizing his thoughts.

Now that he knew what he needed to learn, he just needed to create a routine. But before that, he would first ask his mother or his father to teach him. After all, having a teacher would make the learning process much easier. Since his father was still at work while his mother was free at the moment, he began to search for her. When he went to check downstairs, he found his mother reading the Daily Prophet while having some tea.

"Hey mum, could you help me study for Hogwarts?" he requested.

"But you are going there to learn already. Why the hurry to study?" she inquired as she raised one eyebrow.

"Because I don't want to be left behind. All the children of those old families already know most of what we will learn in the first year," he explained.

"Since when did you care about them?" she frowned.

"I don't care about them. But I want to be the best student of my year," he declared.

"Starting to sound like a Ravenclaw aren't you?" she mused with a hint of amusement.

"Will you teach me or not?" he pressed.

"Sure, I will. But what do you want me to teach you?" she relented.

"Charms, Transfiguration, and..."

After getting his mother to agree to teach him, he finally organized his new routine until Hogwarts began. In the morning he would wake up, have breakfast, and do an hour of light exercise before studying his first-year books; After lunch, he would train in transfiguration and charms with his mother; After dinner, he would train wandless magic, and just before he went to bed he would train occlumency. He wasn't a machine, of course, so he often paused his studies to talk with his parents or listen to the magical radio.

Studying the books had been quite straightforward. The only problem was with Astronomy, Herbology, and Potions since he couldn't practice them at home. The training with his mother on the other hand was proving itself quite fruitful. The trace had been a concern of his at first before his mother clarified amusedly that there were some benefits to having a family full of wandmakers. He had hit a bit of a slump in the beginning because it was hard to memorize the correct wand movements and incantations. However, after they started to become muscle memory, he began to learn the first-year spells at a good pace.

He suspected that the speed of his learning of Charms and Transfiguration wasn't just because of his wand. His mother had explained to him the most important aspects of casting any spell. They were the amount of power you put into the spell, the strength of your willpower, and how well you visualized the spell. Since he mostly had the mind of an adult, his willpower and visualization should be leagues above other children, thus explaining his learning speed. His wand, however, would indeed be difficult to master. Every time he cast a spell he felt it hard to control the amount of power that went into the spell, almost as if his wand was on a hair-trigger. Sometimes he would cast a Lumos and the light would be so strong that it would be blinding. Another time he would try to transfigure a match into a needle and it wouldn't even turn silver due to lack of power.

He found Charms and Transfiguration to be very different subjects. While Charms added or changed the characteristics of something, Transfiguration changed the form of the thing itself. This was reflected in the level of demand they had for the caster. A Transfiguration spell generally required significantly higher power, visualization, and willpower than a Charm did. For this reason, Transfiguration was generally considered a more rigorous subject. However, Charms weren't weaker by any means as, when mastered, they could be used to devastating effects.

His wandless magic, however, had little to no progress. His best result so far was making a feather tremble slightly when he tried to make it move. As for oclumency, there wasn't much progress either, but at least he could empty his mind within half an hour fairly consistently. If the dusty tome he found in the library was correct, he would be able to start learning basic occlumency training after he could empty his mind in mere moments.

Before he realized it, two months had already passed and now there was only one week left before the first term at Hogwarts began. Since his parents would miss him during his time away, they decided to make a family trip. They brought out an old expanded trunk they had lying around and filled it with clothes and things that they might need. Alan became excited when they told him they would use an expanded trunk, as he thought it would be like the one that Newton Scamander had. He was greatly disappointed, however, to find that the trunk was only expanded to the size of a big closet. Apparently, expansion charms were highly regulated, and Scamander's suitcase was very illegal.

The actual trip was to visit his mother's family sanctuary, which was located somewhere in the British Isles. His mother went there for work twice a week. Since she was a magizoologist who specialized in medical magic, she only had to do regular check-ups on the animals. Except for when there were emergencies, she generally had a light workload. His father, on the other hand, had to spend most of his days making wands, attending to clients, and managing the shop.

Alan was curious about his mother's family's Sanctuary. He never went there in his memories, although he had met most of his mother's side of the family. He knew that their sanctuary raised many species of magical beasts, although they specialized in hippogriffs. They also cultivated many magical plants, some of which produced wand woods. Part of the reason why they began to make dealings with the Wolfe family in the first place.

Having gathered everything they needed, they went to the living room and stood before their rather antique-looking fireplace to take the floo to the Sanctuary. Not the most exciting method of transportation, and as all magic means of transportation seemed to be, it was rather uncomfortable, although it was hard to deny their usefulness. Alan took a pinch of floo powder from a small bag above the fireplace before standing inside the fireplace.

As soon as he spoke the Sanctuary address, and threw the powder to the ground, he was engulfed in emerald-green flames. Together with the flames came an unnatural pull from the fireplace where he felt as if he was being roughly dragged around a tight tubulation. Soon he reached another place with a flash of flames only to find himself standing in a campfire in the middle of a clearing. He stood aside as his parents arrived and began to examine his surroundings.

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His mother's family Sanctuary surprised him with its size. It seemed to encompass many acres of land. Whatever magic they used to keep this location secure from muggles and poachers should be quite potent. Another shock he had was just how alien all the fauna and flora looked to him. The plants and animals looked as though they came straight out of a fantasy book, which was technically true since he was in the world of Harry Potter.

Soon after arrival, they were greeted by his uncle and his cousin who came out of the woods surrounding the clearing and approached them. Elizabeth's grandparents had retired years ago, so they weren't there to greet them. His uncle was a gruff-looking man with tanned skin and messy dark hair, who looked to be in his mid-thirties. His cousin, on the other hand, was a short young woman with chestnut hair and a bright disposition. They were Richard and Samantha Hunter, respectively. The Hunters were a magical family, but unlike the Wolfe, weren't considered a pureblood family by the skewed British standards.

''Welcome to our family's Sanctuary Mr.Wolfe," Richard said to Hokta with a polite smile. Then he turned to Alan as his smile became warmer.

"You're welcome as well Al. It's been so long since I've last seen you, and how much you've grown! Last time I saw you, you didn't even reach my waist," he spoke cheerfully.

"What about me? You won't welcome your own sister?" His mother chimed playfully.

"You work here for Merlin's sake. In fact, I think we see each other way too much already. If I didn't need someone to heal the hippogriffs after they play too roughly with each other, I'd have told you to stop coming long ago," he replied dramatically.

"You speak big words for someone who can't even remember to lock the Puffskein kennel. Last time it happened, it took weeks to find all of them," she teased.

"It only happened because-"

"That's enough banter already, we still have a lot of work to do today. Why don't we begin the tour by showing our daily creature care routine to them?" Samantha cut them off amusedly.

"Sure, sure. Let's start the tour then. Follow me, everyone!" Richard said as he began to walk purposefully.

Richard and Samantha proceeded to guide Alan's family through the Sanctuary while showing their creature-care routine. They saw Augureys, who looked like a cross between a phoenix and a vulture; Bicorns, which looked like deformed buffalos on steroids; They even saw a rabbit with antlers, which apparently was a Jackalope. The plants didn't disappoint either. There they saw a great area of forest taken over by Devil's Snare, and large patches of Venomous Tentaculas. There even was a large Whomping Willow. Through the tour, they ended up seeing many more plants and animals, but the stars of the show were the Hipogrifs that they saw flying around in the skies. Elizabeth even let Alan feed one, much to his father's concern.

After the tour, they were guided to Hunter's Manor where they would spend their time for the next few days. The manor had a simple appearance, being mostly made of wood, but was quite large. In the magical world, housing was quite inexpensive with most well-off magical families having a manor or two. The really expensive part was warding, but since the Sanctuary was already heavily warded, the manor was clear of wards. Once inside, they had supper and then were guided to the guest rooms so they could rest. Soon they fell asleep due to the tiring day of exploration they had. Sometime after they had begun to sleep, they were woken up by the sound of explosions. Woken by the noise, everyone hurriedly gathered together in the manor's living room.

"What is happening?!" his father demanded as they heard another explosion.

"I'm not sure! None of the magical creatures we have are capable of making this much noise," answered Samantha.

"It's poachers," stated Richard with a grim face.

"What should we do then?" asked Elizabeth worriedly.

"We are escaping through the floo right now. I'm sure there's a fireplace in the manor we could use," Hokta stated.

"We can't leave the magical beasts behind!" exclaimed his mother.

"It's too dangerous to try to stop them, we don't even know how many of them are there. Also, we have Alan to take care of, we can't fight them," his father pleaded to his mother.

"Hokta is right, it's too dangerous here Elizabeth. Take the floo to the ministry and warn the Aurors while your husband takes Alan home" his uncle said before they could continue to argue.

"But what about you and Samantha?" she asked.

"Someone has to hold back the poachers here while the Aurors arrive" he replied.

His mother looked very conflicted but, after glancing at Alan, she gave one last resigned sigh.

"Let's go," she said.

After that, he and his parents went to the fireplace while his uncle and cousin went outside the manor. Arriving at the fireplace, his mother stepped inside it before throwing a handful of floo powder.

"Auror's office," she uttered.

However, instead of being engulfed in emerald flames and being transported to her destination, only sparks went off the fireplace.

"Bloody hell! They have cut the floo's network connection," she cursed.

His father quickly grabbed Alan's shoulder and began to apparate before both of them were thrown to the ground as the apparition failed.

"Damit. They also set up an anti-apparition ward, we are stuck here," he spoke as he brought himself and then Alan off the ground.

"We should help Richard and Samantha" she stated.

"And bring Alan close to the fighting? I doubt they are having a friendly conversation with the poachers," he rebuked.

"What else could we do? We are stuck here and the Aurors aren't coming. Either we fight the poachers off or we hide," she voiced.

"We should hide then," he replied.

"I'm not leaving my brother and niece to fight the poachers alone! I'm going to help them with or without you," she declared.

"Okay. Okay. I will help them as well, but we should at least hide Alan. It's too dangerous for him," he compromised.

Alan thought about arguing with them, but in the end, decided against it. He doubted they would listen to an eleven-year-old anyway. It was smarter to act as if he agreed with them and then leave his hiding spot to follow them. The situation was dangerous and he didn't know many spells but he wouldn't stay hidden and leave his family to deal with the poachers by themselves. The poachers seemed organized since they cut off the floo and apparition meanwhile, no one in his family was trained for or used to fighting. If he left them to deal with the poachers they would likely end up captured or even killed. He'd just have to be careful so he doesn't get captured himself and make a greater mess out of the situation while he tried to find a way to help his family indirectly.

After the discussion, they looked around the manor for a minute and finally settled for one of the guest restrooms. Alan was all but shoved inside it before they closed the door and he heard some spells being cast on its other side. After the casting was over, he heard the retreating sound of his parents' hurried footsteps.

Three minutes or so after they left, he tried to open the door to no avail. They had clearly locked it, but he knew the Unlocking Charm. He drew his wand from its wrist holster and, feeling the familiar thrum of power coursing through his arm, he cast the spell he had practiced exactly for this type of situation.

"Alohomora"

The door still was locked. He didn't know what spells they used, but they should be some fairly powerful ones. He knew a dozen first-year spells and even a few second-year ones, of them the only ones he knew that could potentially open the door were the Severing Charm and the Box Blasting Charm. He decided to try the Severing Charm first.

"Diffindo"

The door didn't receive a single scratch, even when he cast it again. Whatever they cast on the door made it extremely tough. Seeing that the Severing Charm had little to no effect, he decided to try the Box Blasting Charm. He only learned it because he thought it might be useful if he found some locked chest inside the room of requirement. The charm was primarily meant to open containers and boxes rather than doors, but with a bit of extra visualization and willpower, he should be able to make it work. It would blow the door right out of its hinges, but it should suffice. Hurriedly he went to the other side of the guest room before he cast.

"Cistem Aperio"

Immediately he saw a flash of light coming from the door as he heard a small explosion. After he blinked away the spots of light from his vision he was surprised to find the door only slightly damaged, with a few faint cracks running down its wood. Seeing his progress he decided to try again, this time placing more power on the spell. He could feel a rush of power rushing through his arm and gathering at his wand.

"Cistem Aperio!" he shouted, giving his all.

The door exploded and he fell to the floor as he was peppered with splinters of wood, many of which ended up cutting him. His ears were ringing and he was blinded for a few moments. After the ringing stopped and his vision returned, he slowly stood up. He checked his cuts and was relieved to find that none of them went too deep. Of all the times it had to go off, his wand had decided this was the time. Not only that, but just in the week his family is visiting the Sanctuary it gets raided by poachers. He was starting to question his luck.

Having recovered enough, he left the guestroom and made his way toward the entrance of the manor. As soon as he opened the front doors, he managed to spot flashes of light coming from a clearing in the distance. After making sure there weren't any poachers around, he began to run through the trees toward them and, a few minutes later, he slowed down and began to walk stealthily as he hid behind a tree. After getting close enough to the clearing, he finally saw what was happening through the trees. His uncle and mother were behind some transfigured cover while slinging spells at the poachers. The poachers themselves were all covered in dark duster-like coats and were firing back at them. What really worried him though was that he could spot his father and his cousin lying on the ground while unconscious, if the movement of their chests was any indication.

He felt surprisingly calm considering the situation, with the adrenaline running in his blood sharpening his concentration. Before acting, he began to think of his situation. There were around seven poachers, with three of them on the ground having already been incapacitated. He could try to sneak attack them but he would at best take one of them out if he even managed that. He only knew a few spells, with only the knockback jinx and the severing charm being of any use in a fight. Seeing that he couldn't be of much help directly, he began to look for things that he could use. He didn't have to look for long, a few dozen meters behind the poachers were many magical beasts stuck with thick ropes from the Incarcerous spell. They all looked a bit groggy as well, so they were probably hit with overpowered stunners multiple times.

Of all the beasts that had been caught, his eyes immediately went to a Griffin. It was bleeding from many places and one of his wings was broken. His fight with the poachers was likely the reason for the sounds of explosions earlier. The Griffin, even injured, was the most powerful of the magical beasts there, and certainly the proudest. If Alan managed to free him it would likely attack the poachers instead of fleeing. With this new plan in mind, he began to approach it carefully as he silently moved around the clearing. When he got close enough the animal went alert immediately, but after Alan gave it a deep bow the animal seemed to become less tense. Slowly, he began to cut the animal bindings one by one using the cutting charm. The action reduced the Griffin wariness even further. When the ropes got loose enough, the beast stood up and shook them off. It gave Alan a small nod and then let out a mighty screech before charging toward the poachers.

In the clearing, the fighting stopped as both parties heard the sound and turned to see a furious Griffin charging toward them. Richard was the first to recover and quickly stunned one of the poachers before he grabbed Samantha and began to carry her away. Elizabeth caught on quickly and did the same with her husband, albeit with more difficulty due to the weight difference. Meanwhile, the three remaining poachers retreated in different directions as they began to bombard the charging Griffin with spells. Within minutes, the Griffin had mauled the three of them to death and was now resting against a large tree as it bled even more injured than before.

The sight of the brutalized remains of the poachers served as a cold shower for Alan. The adrenaline-fueled calm in his mind was quickly replaced by disgust and a fair bit of nausea. He had never seen such a sight outside of pictures of war on the media and shocking videos on the internet.

In the end, the anti-apparition wards the poachers set up ended up causing their own doom. After the commotion was over, Alan returned to the clearing where the fighting had happened. His mother and his uncle had returned as well and were restraining and disarming the surviving poachers. When his mother saw him she immediately got angry.

"Alan! What are you doing here?! You were supposed to stay hidden at the manor. A Griffin just killed three poachers. What would happen if it thought you were one too?" his mother berated him.

"I was the one that released the Griffin. If I hadn't done that, the poachers would have gotten you and uncle as well. I saw you fighting against the poachers and decided to help," he justified himself.

His mother looked conflicted, but at least she lost a lot of the anger she had before.

"Not obeying me and your father is still wrong and you could have ended up in danger. We will have a talk later after this is over," she declared sternly before turning to her brother.

"As for you Richard, when did we have a bloody Griffin here? Last time I checked they were illegal to own," she spat with a glare.

"A few weeks ago I saw this Griffin being sold on Knockturn Alley during an auction. You know I hate poaching. So I freed the Griffin while the auction was taking place and brought him here," he replied abashedly.

"And it seems they had a way to track it, or else poachers wouldn't have come. What were you thinking?! If you had gotten caught the folk at Knockturn wouldn't have left even a finger of you left for us to bury," his mother spat.

"I'm sorry Betty. I really fucked up," he whimpered.

"Fuck up, you did. Now we can't even call the fucking Aurors unless we want to explain why we had an unauthorized XXXX rating beast at home!" she ranted.

"Alan," she looked at me, "help to look over your father and Samantha, will you? They were just stunned, but they will be very confused when they wake up."

"As for you," she turned to Richard. "You will look over the poachers. they are restrained and we got their wands but you never know."

"Now I will treat that Griffin, it's too injured. If I don't treat it soon, it might not survive past the night," she said with concern.

While his mother treated the creature, his uncle messed with a stone the size of a fist that was filled with tiny runes. When I asked, he said it was the stone that was powering the anti-aparition ward. His uncle stunned the poachers twice more before both Hokta and Samantha woke up. After his mother finished the treatment, she returned and explained the situation to them.

"I understand what happened, but what are we gonna do about the poachers? Send them to the Aurors?" his father asked.

"We can't, they will tell the Aurors about the Griffon," said his cousin.

"If we release them they will come back with more of them, and If we send them to the Aurors they will tell them about the Griffon. I say we obliviate them and leave them to their fates on Knockturn Alley," his uncle said.

"But they will definitely end up as someone's potion ingredients. It would be no different from killing them!" his father exclaimed.

"I agree with him Hokta. Either we do that or we risk sending him and Samantha to Askaban. Hell, after this incident we might get dragged along with them as well," his mother told his father somberly.

"But we can't just kill them. It's wrong!" his father expressed.

"Please, Mr.Wolfe. Don't let my father go to Azkaban just to save the life of some poachers! They probably already hurt many people and beasts before," Samatha pleaded.

"We can do this if it's the only way, but I will definitely regret it later," his father sighed defeatedly.

After the conversation, his parents brought him and his cousin back to the manor while his uncle did the deed. They tried to make small talk, but everyone was too on edge because of the situation. An hour later, his uncle arrived with a ghastly look on his face.

"It's done," he said grimly.

Everyone bid each other goodnight and went to sleep for the night. Alan barely got any sleep after the events of that night. In the morning they returned home as soon as the floo was restored. His parents berated him for leaving his hiding spot and as punishment, they confiscated his wand until Hogwarts began. Those last few days before the first term began were quite boring without his wand. At first, he was worried because of what happened at the Sanctuary, but as the days began to near his excitement at going to Hogwarts dissolved most of the worry he had. However, in the back of his head, he couldn't help but feel this would not be the end of the situation with the poachers.

Now there was only one day left. Tomorrow he was going to Hogwarts.