Harry Potter : A family??

The sun rose lazily over the turrets of Moriarty Castle, casting gold through the stained-glass windows like liquid fire. Summer had settled gently over the Scottish moors surrounding the estate, wrapping the land in warmth and silence. Inside the grand western wing, however, silence had taken the morning off.

Harry Potter turned eleven today.

And the entire castle was humming.

He was already dressed, awakened at dawn by an overeager house elf who insisted on polishing his shoes mid-step. His room — no, his room, still felt surreal — looked like something out of an Arthurian legend. Velvet drapes. A canopy bed. Floating candles that adjusted their brightness depending on mood. A suit of armor in the corner that saluted him every morning and tried to flirt with Evelyn once.

He stretched and cracked his back like an old man, then shuffled toward the door with messy hair and blinking eyes. A sharp flutter of wings smacked his face.

"Ow—Hey!"

A majestic, amber-eyed owl had soared in through the open balcony and landed square on his head, parchment dangling from its beak. Harry reached up and pulled the letter free. The owl let out a judgmental hoot and glided off toward the west tower.

Harry frowned, then read the front.

Mr. H. PotterThe Tower Room, Moriarty Castle, Scotland.

His stomach flipped. "No way…"

He carefully broke the seal and opened the letter. His eyes widened as he read every elegant line.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr Potter,We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,Minerva McGonagallDeputy Headmistress

The second parchment fell into his lap.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORMFirst-year students will require:

- Three sets of plain work robes (black)

- One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

- One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

- One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKSAll students should have a copy of each of the following:

- The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

- A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

- Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

- A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

- One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

- Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

- The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT1 wand1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)1 set glass or crystal phials1 telescope1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK.

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

He blinked. Read it again. Then ran out of the room so fast he left his slippers behind.

Maximus and Evelyn were already waiting for him in the main hall — Evelyn in a sharp navy robe tied off at the waist with silver thread, Maximus in what could only be described as casually royal: black double-breasted coat, high collar, and just the right amount of flair to make a Renaissance prince seethe with jealousy.

He burst through the doors. "It came! It came! Look!"

Maximus took the parchment, scanned it once, and smirked. "So, they finally acknowledged you."

Evelyn opened her arms, and Harry practically flew into them.

"I'm going to Hogwarts!" he cried.

"You are," she whispered, planting a kiss on his messy head. "And you're going to own that school, kiddo."

Maximus handed the letter back and ruffled Harry's hair. "Don't forget who trained you. When you're at the top of your class by October, be humble about it. Or don't. Your call."

Harry looked like his heart was trying to burst out of his chest.

"Come," Evelyn said, beaming. "There's still one more surprise."

She took his hand and led him through the castle toward the Grand Hall. Harry followed, eyes wide.

When the doors opened, he froze.

Dozens of floating candles lit the sky-high ceiling, bathing the long, feast-filled table in gold. Streamers fluttered from the walls, each bearing a crest — not Hogwarts, but Moriarty. Gold and violet. A dragon corpse curled around a sword with a lion standing proudly atop it.

There were balloons. Butterbeer. A cake the size of a table. One house elf was currently levitating above the chandelier, throwing petals made of glitter.

Harry blinked. "This… this is…"

Maximus leaned down beside him. "Happy birthday, Harry."

The boy turned, lips trembling. "No one's ever… not even once…"

Evelyn hugged him from behind. "You're family now. Get used to being spoiled."

Harry sniffled. Then straightened. "Okay. But I get the first slice of cake."

"You try stopping me," Maximus said with mock menace.

Just as Harry was about to blow out the candles, a loud POP echoed across the hall.

A house elf appeared midair, shaking like a rattle. "Master Moriarty! Lady Moriarty! Guests at the gate!"

Maximus blinked. "Guests?"

"They say… they say it's the Headmaster of Hogwarts… and a large hairy man with kind eyes who brought a cake."

Evelyn arched a brow.

Maximus sighed. "Allow them in."

The massive oaken doors creaked open moments later.

And there he was. Albus Dumbledore, in his usual mismatched regalia of stars and solemnity, and beside him, towering and gentle, was Rubeus Hagrid, holding a large, slightly squashed cake with pink icing that read:

HAPPEE BIRTHDAE HARRY

Hagrid's smile stretched ear to ear when he saw the boy. "'Arry! Blimey, look at yeh! Yeh've grown like a Mandrake on thunder juice! Name Hagrid ba thee waee"

Harry lit up. "Thanks, Hagrid!"

They embraced, the man practically lifting Harry off the floor.

"Brought yeh a cake. Knew today was yer special day."

Evelyn's hand moved subtly. She vanished the Moriarty cake in a puff of sparkles and replaced it with a second table, where both cakes sat proudly. No tension in front of the boy.

Maximus nodded toward the newcomers. "You're welcome to join the celebration."

Dumbledore's smile was ever gentle. "Thank you. The castle is… remarkable. I daresay it predates even Hogwarts."

Maximus said nothing.

Evelyn poured Hagrid a tankard of butterbeer. "Drink?"

"Don't mind if I do!"

The party resumed.

Laughter echoed. The candles danced. And Harry — for the first time in his life — felt surrounded not by pity, not by curiosity, but by family.

Later, after the cake had been demolished and Harry was showing Hagrid the moving painting of his dueling lesson with Maximus, Dumbledore turned to the couple.

"May I speak with you both? Privately."

Maximus's smile vanished. Evelyn's eyes narrowed.

"Follow us," Maximus said.

They walked down long, carpeted halls of black marble and candlelight. Dumbledore tried to speak.

"The Moriarty Castle… I'd forgotten how grand it truly is. I believe it is older than—"

"We know it's older than Hogwarts," Evelyn said curtly.

"Of course," Dumbledore replied quietly.

They entered Maximus's study. Dark wood. Massive fireplace. A sword — not Excalibur, but close — hung above the mantle. The windows looked out over a forest that hadn't been mapped in two centuries.

Dumbledore stood, clasping his hands.

"I come today not just for the celebration," he began. "But with a warning, and a request."

Maximus took his seat.

Evelyn crossed her legs. "Go on."

"Harry is protected," Dumbledore said. "By an ancient blood magic, his mother invoked when she died. As long as he resides with blood relatives — her sister's home — that protection endures. And although you are her brother, your blood connection with her is thinner; she is only your half sister."

Maximus blinked. Then laughed.

A deep, thunderous, unapologetic laugh.

"You think I need to hide behind blood magic? You think he does?"

Dumbledore's eyes remained calm. "Lord Voldemort may not be—"

"Do you really think I fear a noseless sociopath?" Maximus stood. "I am Maximus Moriarty. I shattered mountain fortresses in the Carpathians. I ended the Sand War in twelve hours. I slayed the black dread in France. I vanquished the African dark lords. I ended the German Muggle menace, killing thousands of wizards protecting him. I am Maximus Moriarty, the black knight, the reaper, the hand of death, the liberator, the second coming of Merlin, the wizarding demi god. If I had been in Britain when that inbred maniac crawled from his swamp, he would've vanished like a fart in the wind."

Evelyn spoke softly but with steel. "Harry is our son now. And you'll find nothing in this world, Albus, that can change that."

Dumbledore's face was unreadable.

Maximus leaned forward. "And don't pretend Sybill Trelawney is the only one with the gift of sight."

A flicker. Dumbledore's mouth parted slightly.

Evelyn smiled coldly. "I've had it since birth. I know the prophecy. Did you really think with our connections in the ministry we couldn't see a prophecy?"

Silence.

And then — Dumbledore smiled.

"Very well," he said. "In that case… perhaps I can offer you something that may interest you both. A deal."

They didn't respond.

"You may want to hear it," he said simply.

Maximus's eyes narrowed. "Say what you came to say. But don't play chess in a dragon's den."

Dumbledore simply nodded.

Later, back in the Grand Hall, Hagrid was entertaining Harry with a tale about a baby griffin who'd tried to eat his beard.

Dumbledore and the couple returned, unreadable.

"Hagrid," Maximus said, clapping the man's arm. "Would you do us a favor?"

"Anything."

"Take Harry shopping tomorrow. Get him his wand. and his supplies. We've got something important to handle."

Hagrid nodded immediately. "' Course. Be an honor."

After they left.

Harry ran to his new guardians, hugging them both. "Best birthday ever."

Maximus held him tightly.

"It's only the beginning, kiddo."

And in the shadows of the ancient hall, the candles flickered.

The storm was coming.

But so was the boy who now had a family.

And the world had no idea what that meant.

To be continued...

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Author here,

So what do you all think? Should I continue with the story or just focus on my cyberpunk one?

What do you think of this chapter? And the family scenes I am writing? Are they good, or should I improve them?

If you want chapters 10 and even 11 today, then make some reviews, you know, motivate me.

By the way, chapter 10 will end ARC 1, and in ARC two, we will start the first movie stuff.