A/N: I was actually dissapointed with the reviews for the third chapter but oh well. I am not happy with how this chapter turned out for some reason but i'll let you decide that. Enjoy!

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Explanations

Dumbledore looked up to see a furious James storming up to his desk, his son Harry in tow. He threw the crushed letter at Dumbledore who caught it in air with a flick of his wand. Another flick and the crumpled paper was all straightened. Dumbledore's eyebrows rose to his hairline as he read the letter.

"Well?" James asked impatiently.

"I'm afraid this is out of my control." Dumbledore explained calmly while James blew up. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN? YOU BLOODY WROTE THE LETTER!".

"Sit down James! And you too Harry, we'll have everything cleared up in a moment." Dumbledore's had stood up and was reflecting an aura of power and authority. Harry was awed by the power that Dumbledore showed. It was nothing short of wonderful, but he, Harry would never be able to come close, no matter how much he tried, after all...he had no magic.

"As you know, that babies are signed up for Hogwarts, when they are born. And Harry was born a wizard like any. And even after the magical transfer, transferring all of Harry's magic to John, i think Hogwarts still recognizes him as a student. Which is why the automated invitation letter." Dumbledore said after sitting down. By the looks on James' and Harry's faces, he could tell that he had said something wrong.

Harry's face was showing pure and utter shock. While James looked uneasy, glancing towards his son. Dumbledore, immediately recognized his fault, but could not at this moment, do anything to solve the situation.

Harry turned his face towards James, an accusing look in his eyes. "Why?" he asked, his voice heavy with emotion. All of his finally built up wall against magic had finally come crashing down. His magic was now running through John. His Magic!

James turned his face towards Dumbledore not able to look Harry in the face. "Albus, could we obliviate him?" But Dumbledore shook his head, "He's too young, it could cause everlasting damage."

"Look Harry, let me explain. John was dying and he needed your magic to keep him alive. And believe me son, to us, both of your lives are far more important." James tried to explain missing the raised eyebrows of Dumbledore, but unknown to both of them, Harry didn't miss it.

Harry promised himself that he would get to the bottom of this. He would find out what this magical transfer was all about. And what the hell was obliviate? Whatever it was, he knew he couldn't rest without knowing what it was. But despite himself, Harry just nodded at his father.

James smiled at Harry and nodded back before turning back to Dumbledore. "I'm sure you'll take care of everything Dumbledore? I hope we don't have to bring him back here." James said as if that cleared the matter up.

"You are mistaken once again James. Hogwarts has a set of rules in place. Once a student has set foot in Hogwarts, he will have to come back unless he himself does not want to. I would be removed from the headmaster post by Hogwarts herself if I don't do anything in my power to make sure he attends. But that could all stop if the student himself is unwilling."

James' face turned from disapointment to anger to hope as he turned towards Harry. "Harry, you don't want to go do you? We'll have you attend the best college or Univasity or whatever if you reject your offer to go to Hogwarts."

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing, he would actually be able to attend Hogwarts. It doesn't matter if he couldn't do magic, he was going to attend Hogwarts! He didn't even consider what his father was saying before yelling out "I want to go!"

James was furious to say the least. "You tell me Dumbledore! How the bloody hell can he even SEE Hogwarts?, let alone attend it. And what the hell will he do when the others are doing magic! The shame of what will happen once the Daily Prophet gets a hold of it. Not to mention the fact that I won't be able to show my face to anybody who has a child at Hogwarts!"

"I'm afraid you haven't done your research on Squibs James, even though you have a son who is one. How does Argus Filch see Hogwarts, after all, you discovered he was a squib in your third year. What you don't understand, is that a squib is technically, a wizard without an ability to do magic. All things that require magic on the wizards' part, a squib can't do. But other things that only require the presence of a magical core, and not any magic on the wizards' part, a squib can do. So a squib can use the floo and portkey methods of travel, but can't apparate. He can use almost all magical items, including a broom. He could even speak a magical language if he learned it. But I'm sorry I can't do anything for the public reaction."

Harry meanwhile was heartbroken. All those times, when John had gotten magical items for gifts, starting with the broom, he himself could've gotten those and used them. But his parents were too stinking ignorant!

James was still fuming when Lily flooed in with John. When they had sat down, Dumbledore once again explained everything to them. John was looking at Harry as if he was crazy. Lily meanwhile asked Dumbledore, "Will he attend all the classes?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm afraid that even though he is a squib and not a muggle, that is not possible. He will only attend History of Magic, Potions, Herbology and later he can take Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. You'll find his item list to be modified accordingly. Do you still want to attend Harry?"

Harry nodded eagerly. He would've accepted even for a single class. "This is madness Dumbledore and you know it! Will he be sorted?" James was trying to calm himself down and think rationally.

Dumbledore nodded. After that James stood up abruptly and left. Lily followed worried that James would do something stupid and John left with a glare at Harry. As Harry approached the fireplace, he turned towards Dumbledore and asked, "Is Magic power?, sir?"

Despite disagreeing with the answer himself Dumbledore replied in the negative. Without another word, Harry left. For another child to say such a thing, Dumbledore would have been alarmed of another Tom Riddle episode. But Harry was a squib and so he wasn't too worried. The greatest weakness of Voldemort, to underestimate was also present in the great Albus Dumbledore. If he had known the future, he would have been worried...really worried.

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"Adam, I'm sorry." Harry said, his head bowed. "What the hell do you mean you're sorry, you are going away to some boarding school and of you're own choice no less." Adam was pacing around while Harry was sitting on the ground leaning against a tree.

Harry had just finished explaining that he was going to Hogwarts. "Adam, you don't understand..."

"what don't I understand!?"

"..it has been my dream since very early to go to Hogwarts. And then all my dreams were crushed and now I finally have a chance to go there and prove myself." Seeing the sad look in Harry's eyes when he mentioned his dream was crushed went a long way in calming Adam down.

"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean to yell at you, it's just that I'll be so lonely here without you. Nobody else understands me and my life." Adam said with a defeated look.

"I swear that one day, I'll beat the shit out of your uncle and free you." Harry said with a determined look in his face. Adam smiled at his only friend. Life would really suck without a friend like Harry.

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The next day found the Potters in Diagon Alley. People turned to stare with awed looks at the boy-who-lived and looked curiously then at Harry Potter but soon turned their gazes back to John.

James and Lily were looking at John with pride in their eyes. This was their day, and they wouldn't let anybody ruin it. "Oi Potter! What's the squib doing here?" James turned furiously to look at a smirking Frank Longbottom with his wife and kid.

James hurriedly pushed his family towards Gringotts, their first stop. The trip to the Potter vault didn't take that long.

James thrust a bag full of galleons in Harry's hand. Probably a lot more than he would've meant to but he needed to get this down. "Harry, Son, I know it hurts but could you please shop by yourself and meet us at the Leaky Couldron at noon. You saw the kind of reaction we get when you are around so I hope you understand." James didn't wait for Harry's reaction and was off with a pat on his cheek. Lily and John in tow. Lily looked back at Harry with a sorrowful look on her face while John smirked at him, happy to get all the attention.

Harry went to Flourish and Blotts first, after some directions. He picked up a book on Magic Transfer, a book on squibs, his school books for Herbology, History of Magic and finally potions. He knew that he could get the rest of the items on his list in a short time so he sat there in a corner in the bookstore and started reading a random book on Potions. He was confused as to why he could take potions as it was a quality subject despite what his father said about it. Moreover, he didn't know what a person could do with Potions except making some calming draughts and dreamless sleep ones.

The book was titled, The Art of Potion Making, by Severus Snape. Curiously Harry looked at his booklist and there it was. His potions teacher would be Professor Severus Snape. Now more interested in the book, he opened it.

I do not expect most people to understand the subtle art of potion making. Most people are too foolish to see beyond the end of their wands. Potions is an art in a way different and more elaborate than anything a wand can do.

I expect most people to think that Potions isn't magic at all. It is just mixing ingredients in the right order and the right time. But it goes far beyond that. Do they not see the magic when they are cured of incurable diseases? Do they not see the magic when a poison kills a person so brutally and thoroughly that no spell could stop it?

One single potion would be all it would take to take out a room full of fully trained wizards. And similarly a single potion could defy the poison of even the most deadly of creatures. Not to say that such potions would be even relatively easy to make.

Potions can be used for a variety of purposes. While most book on potions tend to concentrate on the healing side of potions. I will focus on the darker side of potions...

That was all Harry needed to convince him of the truth of those words. He ended up buying the book along with all seven years books on Potions. The shopkeeper eyed him warily when he checked the Potions book by Snape but didn't question anything.

Harry bought a bag from the next shop to put all his books in, magically expanded on the inside of course. He bought an Intermediate set for Potions from the Apocathery, something along OWL level. He didn't buy a trunk as his father had already said he would give him his old trunk so Harry went to Madam Malkin's Robes and bought his standard Hogwarts set.

Harry browsed around Diagon Alley and even took a look at the weapons' shop to see what they had. And they had a lot. "What's this suit for?" Harry asked.

"That's Dragon Hide armor, very expensive and extremely hard and resistant to spells." The shopkeeper said proudly.

"So, nothing is stronger than Dragon Hide armor?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Well, there is Basilisk Armor but it's very hard to come by and even more expensive. I doubt any spell could get through that except the really powerful ones. We have a single vest of that here and it's more expensive than two whole suits of Dragon Hide."

"How much does a Dragon Hide suit cost?" Harry asked.

The shopkeeper smiled at him. "five thousand galleons". After that there was not much point in staying there. Harry would have wanted to buy it but knew it was well out of his range. He barely had fifty galleons left. Which was still a lot for a kid. He planned to save it and put it in his bag.

Hurrying off to the leaky cauldron Harry met with his parents.

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Harry opened his father's old trunk to find a cloak and a piece of parchment. He could sense the cloak was something magical. He put it around himself and looked in the mirror. Invisible! So this was an invisibility cloak. He looked at the parchment, it was old and dusty, perfect for hiding something. Harry could sense that this too was a magical item. Harry smiled at the items and packed them along with the rest of his things.

Harry went down that night to find his dad arguing about something. Tomorrow, they he and John would be boarding the Hogwarts' express.

"I'm sorry John, I just can't find them." James was saying to John.

"I think I left them with Sirius..." James explained and then was pale faced at the mention of Sirius. He still missed his best friend more than anything. Remus came occasional but he could never fill the gap that Sirius had left open.

John knew better than to ask his dad for his old cloak and map again. Whenever Sirius was mentioned, his father would be in a mood for the whole day. "Are you guys looking for something..." Harry asked. John turned to look at him.

"Nothing you could find...squib" John said before storming out of the room. James himself was upset and therefore didn't berate John for saying that. Harry quietly made his way to the dining room where his mother served him dinner with a smile.

His mother was unpredictable. Some times she treated him the same as John, as if there was no difference. That was probably the time her motherly instincts took over. Other times...well she would just go along with James.

Harry slept peacefully that night. Knowing he would have a rough day tomorrow, he tried not to think too much on that. What would come, would come and he would face it head on..

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A/N: Next chapter...the much awaited sorting! As well as difficulties for Harry. I want Harry to grow up very fast. But that might make the story more of a summary. Tell me how much chapters should i write for his first year? I'm thinking three maybe five.

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