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3rd November, 1989,

Godric's Hollow:

A trio of British Passports for Henry, Rose, and their baby Charlus Ford, three pouches filled with a total of 375 Gold coins - Galleons, I remind myself, - three backpacks full of all kinds of stuff, so they could run away if need be, and of course, my mother's journal.

All this, I'd found hidden all around the house, in places my parents most definitely frequented. My nursery, the living room, the kitchen, and what I assume used to be their bedroom. 

The backpacks contained a similar manner of stuff in each of them. Food stuff, Potions and Potions brewing kits, a compass, a small glass top of some kind, and a thermos that was far bigger on the inside, already filled with drinkable water. Although the food stuff, potions, and the potion ingredients have all gone bad, the water was still drinkable. 

I naturally took a few minutes to empty the backpacks, so I can throw away the stuff that has gone bad, while keeping the backpacks for me to use. Magically expanded space, especially one created without using my Runes, is something I'll also be sure to study.

The compass was a normal compass, and I have yet to examine what the purpose of the glass top is.

But the most precious item I had found hidden in the house was my mother's journal. She had begun writing the journal when she turned 17 and in her final year at Hogwarts. Coincidentally, it is when my mother's grandmother, Selena Redwood, gave my mother her own books on Witchcraft, before dying a year later. Books on Spells, Rituals, Potions Brewing, Crafting, and a lot more. None of which was in the house.

From what I've read till now, Lily spelled the journal to have never ending pages, so she could keep just one journal for the rest of her life.

I have no doubts that this journal will give me deep insights into exactly what kind of person my mother was. And how much she learned about Witchcraft before her death.

Picking one of the pouches of gold coins, I place it in my pocket, which I'd magically expanded a couple years ago, and keep my mother's journal in another one. Taking the rest of the stuff, I move towards the wall where I'd placed the wardrobe from Privet Drive, and stuff it all in.

This entire day was spent just moving all of my stuff from Number Four Privet Drive to this Cottage in Godric's Hollow, with a few hours spent just reading. All this, in my new bedroom right beside my previous Nursery, and in front of the bedroom that used to belong to my parents.

Now there's just one last thing to do. 

Protection.

The Sorcerer Supreme had proven to me that the protection spells, or Wards, around the house were not unbreakable. Not like many barriers are, in essence, unbreakable. Everything is breakable, it's just a matter of Power and skill needed to break through it.

Just like how she came here and kept herself hidden from my senses, I have to assume that there are Wizards who might be able to do the same.

Which means that I cannot depend on this Ward to protect me as it is. I need to make it better. 

Time to get to work, before I finally announce to the World of Magic about my presence here.

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A few hours of preparation later, I stand in the hallway, on the spot that is an equal distance from all corners of the house, on ground level. Looking up, I point my finger at the front door right in front of me, and send a tiny pulse of intentionless Magic.

The pulse causes the Ward around the house to come into view, and I smile. It looks like a translucent layer of blueish magic that surrounds the walls from both sides. Although from what I can tell, if one side is destroyed, the other will follow immediately after..

The first thing I do after the Ward becomes visible from inside the house, is hold both my hands in front of my face, palms touching. Lightning blue wisps of light covers my hands, stopping just at the wrists. Taking a deep breath, I pull my hands apart, and sigh when the Magic remains connected where my fingers had just touched.

Twisting my palms in clockwise direction, I pull them further apart, detaching them from the slowly stabilizing sphere of Magic floating in the air in front of me. The sphere of Magic is hollow, looking like a cage of Magic, with just lines going from the top to bottom making it up, and nothing more.

One palm still facing it to keep it stable, I use the other hand and draw a Runic spell in the air, a spell meant to purify Magic.

With a wave of my hand the bright white Runic spell floats over to the sphere, and merges with it, making it flash once before the Runic symbols show themselves on the tendrils of Magic that make up the cage.

One by one, I draw a total of 7 Runic spells in the air, and merge them all with the sphere floating in front of me. At the end of it, its colour goes from lightning blue, to a deep purple, due to the variety of spells that I had just used.

Taking another deep breath, I put my free hand inside my pocket, and pull out the Jewellery box that still contains 38 crystals, and one metallic orb, all filled with the Magic and Soul of a Demonic creature each. As the box floats in front of me, I wave my hand, causing one of the smaller crystals to float out of the box.

I close the box and place it back inside my pocket, before waving my hand, causing the sole crystal I'd brought out to start slowly moving towards the sphere.

I take care not to let it touch the Magic of the sphere while passing it through the open space, but as it is with Magic, Magic calls to Magic.

And so, as soon as the dark brown crystal of Demonic magic passes through the bars of the cage, the magic of the sphere pulls at it, and immediately brings the crystal to its center. With a soft humm, 6 lines emerge out of the sphere, and attach themselves to the crystals in the 6 directions.

Four of them pointing to the Cardinal directions, and the remaining two directly perpendicular to all of them. The connection of my sphere to the crystal immediately causes the sphere to flash once, before it gets just a bit brighter, the power providing it intensified.

And now for the hardest part. 

Focusing on each of the lines connecting the sphere of my Magic to the Demonic crystal, I expand them, causing them to shoot outwards, towards the inner walls of the Ward protecting the house. Once again, the Ward springs into the visible spectrum, and its colour changes from the soft blue it held, to a darker blue, before becoming invisible once again.

And then, I let go.

The sphere of Magic, the crystal held inside, immediately drops down on the ground, before burrowing its way into the ground, without even a hint of disturbance on the floor itself. 

I wait a moment, but then smile in satisfaction when nothing happens. The modification of the ward is successful.

Wards. 

Wizarding Wards are a thing of beauty. When I create my Runic barriers, like the one around the clearing that hid my actions from the Sorcerers, I have to anchor them. Either to Runes drawn on the ground, powered by a few drops of my blood, or to sources of Magic like the Demon crystals.

Wizarding Wards however had no such anchor. From what I can sense, they were just a collection of spells, layered on top of one another, causing them to merge into one, woven directly into the walls of the house, and/or the ground underneath it. The Anchor, so to speak, was the very Earth itself.

This can have a wonderful advantage, I've noticed. Unless you specifically look for a Ward, you may not even find it. 

For example, I only noticed the traces of Magic around the Leaky Cauldron, and not the Ward around it. The Protection spells hiding the Leaky Cauldron from non-magical people, making the space bend so for anyone else, the land there goes from one end of the Diagon Alley straight to the next, with nothing in between, were something I only sensed after practically going to look for it.

But just like any School of Magic, there are advantages, and there are disadvantages. In this case, for example, the strength of the Wards while enough to keep potential thieves from getting in, is not enough to keep a determined Dark Lord out. Nor is it enough to stop a Sorcerer from teleporting in through their Portals.

I also know that for someone like me, who can manipulate Magic with expertise, destroying these Wards will be worth barely a few minutes, half an hour at the worst.

But only if the Mastery of pure Magical manipulation is somewhere around my current level, or above.

And so, my modifications.

Six additional spells, on top of the singular entity that the Ward had become, making it a total of seven.

The first, and foremost, to purify all Magic that's being used to power the Ward before it can power it. In this case the magic within the crystal, Demonic Magic, the spell will purify the Demonic Magic into pure Magical force, banishing the darkness somewhere far away from here. I care not where. This will ensure that my house doesn't light up on any Dark Magic radar, for its Ward being powered by a Gargoyle. Nor will it weaken my ward in any way.

Second, to absorb the Magic that's being used to attack the Ward, and store it inside the Crystal. It will also use it to make the Ward stronger, while at the same time using the Sphere and the Crystal as a Mediator between the Earth and the Ward. This way, the Crystal will keep steadily absorbing the magic from the earth and keeping the Ward at optimum strength, no matter what anyone tries.

One side effect of using the Crystal as a mediator will be the slow, but steady purification of the Magic inside the Crystal. Either the Magic of the Earth will dilute the Magic inside the Crystal, until there's just pure Magic remaining, or the Purification spell banishes all the darkness away, purifying the crystal anyway.

The third to hide anything happening inside from those outside of it. Be it use of Magic, or me looking out the window. No one will see it from the outside unless I let them.

The fourth to stop any attempts at scrying for whatever is happening inside. No Magical means of peeking will succeed in looking inside the house. Although I still doubt that it will work on the Eye of Agamotto. But for now, this is enough.

Fifth, to inform me, at all times, of anyone that is inside the Ward. Be it an animal or man, a Wizard or Sorcerer, alive, or dead. As I close my eyes, I get the distinct feeling of a dead gargoyle buried underneath me, confirming my hypothesis that the spell will not differentiate between just souls, and dead bodies.

And the sixth, and final spell, was the most important. To absolutely forbid any kind of teleportation inside the house. Expanding the space is allowed, since there is no way for one to expand existing space to teleport. But bending space into small wormholes of Wizarding teleportation, or the stable wormholes, portals, of Sorcery, is not possible inside the house.

Obviously, being the owner of the house, and the Master of the Ward Stone, as I'm calling the Crystal underneath my feet, I am not beholden to any of those spells. 

My magic will not be used to Power the Ward, my Scrying will not be blocked from the inside, my spells will not be absorbed by the Ward unless I want it to, and most importantly, I can still teleport as I want, whenever I want.

To confirm, I teleport from the hallway to my bedroom, and then right outside the house. Looking around habitually, I step towards the gate when no one catches my Teleportation, and step outside the walls.

Taking a left, I ignore all the people walking around this evening, and start walking right towards the Church, and to the cemetery behind it. Time to finally pay my respects to my parents.

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Alastor "Mad Eye" Moody appeared in the designated Apparition point of Godric's Hollow with a soft pop, his Staff in his left hand already poised to defend himself, while his wand in the right hand already glowing red with the Blasting curse.

As his fake eye moved around in his head, looking for anyone suspicious, Alastor took a limping step forward, wooden leg landing on the footpath with nary a sound, and started to walk purposefully. 

His wand was already hidden inside his sleeves, while he himself was surrounded by a spell to make himself less Noticeable. The Notice-me-not, it wasn't the Disillusionment Charm, but it worked well enough.

Yesterday, the Auror Office had received multiple reports that someone was messing around at the Potter house. The day before yesterday was the same, and so was the day before that. It always happened every year, on Halloween, and a few days after it.

Some moron would try to enter the Potter House; either for souvenirs that weren't even there anymore, or for pictures that would earn them a good sum. 

'Dumbasses, the lot of them.' Alastor couldn't help but think, since it was pretty much public knowledge by now that the Wards around the house were impenetrable. Albus Dumbledore himself had made it so no one could enter the house without him knowing it.

He stops walking on the opposite side of the road to the Potter House, and is immediately suspicious. His fake eye moves around his head, and focuses on the spot where he knows the house stands. He can see it even, from his normal eye, which shouldn't have been possible, not unless you were standing right at its gate.

Closing his real eye, however, Alastor confirms it for himself. He cannot see it. Not with his fake eye.

As far as his fake eye could tell, there was no house, the street ended at the house to the left of the Potter House itself!

Looking around, his paranoia comes to the front and his wand immediately appears in his hand. Subtly, he waves it in his hand, and silently casts, 'Homenum Revelio'. A pulse of almost undetectable magic emits out of his wand tip, and shoots in all directions, returning within a second.

No one creeping about, no one hidden from his fake eye as far as he can tell.

Tapping his walking staff on the ground, Alastor walks towards the House, and stops right in front of the gate. This close, he could tell that the reports were actually true for once. Someone has been messing around the Potter House.

The grass was trimmed, weeds and wild magical plants nowhere to be seen, and best of all, the broken roof and walls which were the proof of the Halloween night all those years ago, was strangely enough fixed. Weirdest of all however, was the Dark Magic that had remained despite all the attempts at getting rid of it.

It was.. clean. Too clean.

Alastor couldn't feel anything from inside the walls. And seeing as how his fake eye was useless in this case, he couldn't even see inside the house. Casting another 'Homenum Revelio', Alastor disillusions himself and starts studying the Ward around the Potter House.

The original Ward looked undisturbed, but his experience with such Protection spells told him that it had been tampered with. It had been.. improved upon.

Alastor clicks his tongue, immediately making the deduction based on what he has found in the last few minutes.

'Someone's living here, someone Powerful.' Alastor thought to himself, a worrying frown on his face. 'Albus will need to be told.'

Alastor stands up, and is about to Disapparate to Hogwarts, when he suddenly stops, feeling a stare on his invisible form. His fake eye spins around, trying to track where it came from, but the only thing he finds is an old woman looking at the Potter House, before turning her head down and to her side, as if talking to someone short standing next to her.

Unfortunately just like the house, his fake eye fails to see who that is. Ever so slowly, Alastor turns around, and finally lays his normal, non-magical eye on the being standing next to the old woman. Because no matter that he can't sense anything from it, no matter that he can't see it with his enchanted eye, he knows that it is no ordinary Wizard.

But what he sees is most definitely not something he expects. A boy, at most 140 cm in height, with black hair, green eyes, a pair of spectacles on his nose, and a most recognisable scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead.

And the boy was staring right at him, looking through the almost Invisibility of his Disillusionment charm, looking through the Notice-me-not as if it's child's play.

The fake eye still failing to see him, Alastor keeps his real eye focused on the boy, and gives a twitch of his wand, breaking both the spells on him, making himself visible once again.

All the while, the boy that Alastor is almost 100% sure is Harry Potter, or someone masquerading as him, keeps staring at him like a puzzle. But even from this small distance away, Alastor can tell that the only thing the boy was puzzling over is if he, Alastor, was an enemy, or not.

Alastor himself was ready for a fight as he ever was. Because no way in hell was that boy a normal 9 year old, which means someone had either possessed the boy, or was polyjuiced as him.

Turning to the old woman, who had jumped a little at his sudden appearance, Alastor limps towards her and says, "Bagshot! Introduce us to your young friend, wouldn't you?"

Whatever it is, he needs to send a message to Albus, and delay the boy until Albus got here. Let's just hope he survives till then.

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A/N: Multiple ways I wanted to take this forward. Moody gets caught trying to examine the house, Albus and Moody both appear to examine the house, Harry just hangs a board outside his house that says he lives there now. 

Was this the best choice? I don't know, but I'm going with it based on what future I have set for Harry.

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