Chapter 16:

Chapter 16:

((A.N.: I'm time-skipping to Hogwarts. I would slowly explain how everything happened. But not all once.

And another notice: MC is helping Harry because-

1)He can, with no problems. He has prepared many precautions against Dumbledore. MC is not one of those cowards who wouldn't even breathe properly in case the Canon might change or Dumbles might suspect him.

2) He feels obliged to help Harry since he had been leechin- *cough* receiving a lot of help from House Potter. A maxwell always pays his debts.))

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*Time skip 5 years* ( MC's POV)

Five years have gone by. And I am standing at No. 4 Pivet drive, right in front of Harry's home.

Yeah, it's now become 'Harrykins' home .

(that's what Petunia calls him. Not me.)

Now, he only comes to the Potter mansion to play. Not to escape from the Dursleys. Now,he seems to have gotten a 'loving' family.

Honestly, there not even a need for the condundus charm anymore. And that's because I realized that- none of them really hated Harry.

I mean Vernon's got a problem with magic not Harry. So just a simple suggestions with confundus- 'you don't hate magic. Magic can be very helpful. Magic can bring you a lot of money'.

As for Petunia, she hated her sister.

So, I just did a- 'You never hated Lily, you just missed her too much after she'd gone to Hogwarts' implantation on her.

Thus, I found out that they were just taking it out on Harry. Thus, I just had to hit the right spot,

and voila! You've got a happy family.

It's been 2 years since I last casted it on them.

And Dudley?You asked? Well he acts like Harry's big brother. I never did have to do about him anything after the first time. Though he's still a bit scared me, but after these four years, he's realized that I'm pretty much harmless, as long as he's nice to Harry.

As I was lost in thought, the door opened and the a boy with messy black hair ran out excitedly. He was heathy, with his characteristic round framed glasses, and lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

" Chris!" said Harry excitedly while fist bumbing me with me the way I liked used to do in my own childhood. Well, I've been teaching him things. I also taught him how he should behave in the magical world. And about his status in that world.

"Harry." I greeted back while returning the gesture. "So, are you as excited as you look?"

I asked.

Harry looked back and was surprised by the wonderful scene in front him, quickly gaining back some of his earlier excitement.

Harry began to look around as we walked exclaimed periodically whole pointing at things.

'I wonder if I shouldn't have tied to cheer him up. At least he'd be quiet.' I sighed.

We found an empty compartment and sat down while talking. I asked Harry about his progress with his first year books.

I didn't teach him much. Just showed him some of the first year spell to give some motivation. He'll study if he wants to.

I won't be Hermione-ing him.

While we were talking, The compartment door opened and two girls peeked in nervously.

One was red head who had her hair in a long plait down her back. The other girl had blond hair with pigtails. They looked to be the same age as us.

The redhead, who seemed to be bolder than the other one, spoke up

"Umm....do you mind if we sit here? The rest of compartments are already full."

Harry looked at me.

Oh, what a good follower. So I looked at them and said,

"Sure, come on in."

It seemed they also had shrinkable trunks.

Let me tell you, it's not that common to have them. They usually contain a lot of enchantments and they are custom ordered. Potter family already had some, so we didn't have to buy them.

They are sold at exorbitant prices. So very few buy them. Most people just buy normal trunk that are enchanted to be 'feather weight'.

"Thanks" they come in and sat in front of us.

"It's a pleasure. I'm Chistopher Maxwell, first year. Nice to meet you." I introduced myself with a smile.

"N-nice to meet you. My name is Susan Bones." the redhead girl said while looking a bit shy. She must not much experience of talking with strangers.

"Um... this is my friend Hannah Abbott."

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