Harry Potter : A family??

It was 7:32 AM. in Moriarty Castle

Maximus adjusted the collar of his coat. checked the sheath under his left sleeve and gave the tie on Harry's formal outer robe one final tug.

It still hung a little crooked.

Harry stood stiffly in front of the full-length enchanted mirror, fidgeting in his polished black-and-silver ensemble. The robe was subtle — no gold or embroidery — but the lion-on-dragon crest of House Moriarty gleamed bright on the left breast.

"You look sharp, I can't wait to see you in your own clothes and not in a used one from my childhood," Maximus said.

Harry blinked up at him. "I feel like I'm pretending to be someone."

Maximus knelt so they were eye to eye.

"You're not pretending. You're adapting, boy. You have the blood of Moriarty and Potter in you. It's okay to feel strange. You will get used to it."

Harry hesitated. "What if people don't like me? In Diagon Alley?"

Maximus smirked.

"Then they can try saying that to my face."

By 8:14 AM, the three of them Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron so Harry could feel and see the magical world.

It took them three seconds to walk into the bar and become the center of attention.

Evelyn's wand was in her sleeve. Her heels echoed with quiet menace. Maximus flanked Harry like a panther, casual but lethal. The boy walked between them, wide-eyed, hair wild, his glasses glinting in the light.

Whispers exploded like a spark in dry parchment.

"That's him. The boy who lived—""No, no. Look at the crest. Moriarty!""He's with them? The boy who lived… so its true, that madman Maximus is the boy's uncle?""Merlin's saggy balls..."

Tom the bartender bowed so fast Evelyn thought he'd pull a muscle.

"Good morning, Lord and Lady Moriarty," he said nervously. "And... Mr. Potter. An honor. Truly."

Harry blinked.

"Hi."

Evelyn gave a nod and leaned in. "No autographs, Tom."

Tom nodded like his life depended on it.

They showed Harry how to open the wall leading to the alley.

Then they entered the brick wall portal and stepped into the cobbled chaos of Diagon Alley.

Harry had never seen so many colors in his life.

There were fireworks in windows, broomsticks zooming overhead, floating signs, laughing goblins, and owls delivering bundles in midair. People bustled, shouted, and laughed — it was alive in every direction.

"I didn't know the magical world had shops," he said.

Evelyn smiled. "The Magical world has taxes. Therefore, shops."

Maximus pointed toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Wardrobe first. Then, a wand maintenance kit. some cauldrons and potion supplies. Then… Ice cream."

Harry stopped walking.

Maximus turned. "What is it?"

Harry stared at the robe shop.

"…Is it okay if I pick the color?"

Evelyn's smile widened. "Kiddo, of course you can."

At Madam Malkin's shop ....

She watched Harry stand on the little measuring stool while enchanted tape zoomed around him. He flinched every time it grazed his neck.

"Sorry," the assistant mumbled. "He's just... smaller than I expected."

Evelyn's gaze sharpened. "And what exactly were you expecting? And who are you to expect a thing? Keep quiet and do your job."

The assistant stammered.

Maximus snorted in the corner.

Harry tried to hide a smile.

The new clothes felt weird.

Not big. Not baggy. Just… his.

He wore navy blue today. His cloak billowed when he walked. The shoes didn't pinch. The glasses, though, still slid down his nose.

A woman in passing, gasped.

"Look! The scar—It's really him!"

Another wizard muttered to his wife:

"And walking with those two? That boy's untouchable now."

Harry frowned.

"I didn't do anything," he mumbled.

Maximus ruffled his hair.

"That's fame. Don't let it blind you or get in your head. Heroes are always a breath away from turning into villains."

Evelyn added, "Ignore them. You are Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and our nephew."

They left Diagon Alley after that and headed to a new destination.

St. Mungo's – 10:35 AM

"—mild nutrient deficiencies, minor scarring, but nothing irreversible."

The Healer adjusted his glasses, scribbling on a floating chart. He stood a careful two feet back from Maximus — as most sane men did.

Harry sat on the exam bed, looking deeply uncomfortable.

"The main issue," the Healer continued, "is optical damage. Blurry vision caused by magical exposure trauma. Easily corrected."

Evelyn perked up. "With potions or…?"

"Regenerative spell and crystal-thread lens work. One hour."

Harry blinked. "Wait… I won't need glasses?"

"No," the Healer said. "You'll have better than 20/20. Would you like us to hide the scar as well?"

Maximus raised an eyebrow. "No."

Harry shook his head. "It's okay. I… kinda like the scar."

Evelyn's chest ached.

by 12:04 PM, the operation was a success now they stood Outside St. Mungo's

The world was sharp.

The sky had layers. The bricks had texture. He could see leaves on far-off trees like they were painted.

"I can see everything," he whispered.

Maximus handed him a wand. His own. Polished, re-tuned.

"Then let's try again. Lumos."

Harry held the wand tighter this time.

"Lumos."

The tip lit up — bright and steady.

No explosions.

Just magic.

His.

Later in the evening, back in Moriarty Castle, Evelyn's Potion Lab

Evelyn's lab smelled like mint, ash, and strawberries.

Harry watched her measure powders by floating scale, drop vials from midair, and stir the cauldron with her wand like a baton.

"Potions are like… chemistry and cooking had a magical baby," she said.

"What's this one for?"

"Calming nerves. Want to help?"

Harry nodded.

She guided his hand as he tipped in the crushed moonberry.

The potion turned blue.

"Perfect," she said.

"I like this," Harry whispered. "It's quiet."

"Yeah," Evelyn said. "Not everything explodes. Sometimes things settle."

"Come on, kid, let me show you the library, you will be staying a lot in it from now on." Maximus, who just entered the room, said while staring cautiously at the potion in the cauldron, he never liked potions, and in turn, potions didn't like him either.

In the library 

Harry sat cross-legged on a couch, nose buried in a spell theory book. His lion plush lay beside him, wand in one hand.

Maximus closed the file he was reading — a dossier from Gringotts about this year's profits. The family owned a lot of businesses all around the world, from dragon farms in Romania and unicorn breeding grounds in Scotland to companies and shops all around the world. They even owned gold mines.

He watched the boy study.

Quiet. Focused. Alive.

He didn't speak.

Just… watched.

Then smiled.

"Okay, that is enough for today, it is bed time"

To be continued...