Extraordinary moment

"Well, what an extraordinary moment this is!" Lockhart tries to break the tension. "When young Harry stepped into Flourish and Blotts this morning to purchase my autobiography Magical Me" most of the crowd excitedly applauded, but Ron and Misa just looked bewildered.

" ...which, incidentally, is currently celebrating its twenty-seventh week atop the Daily Prophet bestseller list...he had no idea that he would, in fact, be leaving with my entire collected works... "Lockhart stacks and presents Harry with his books. "...free of charge."

"Harry, now you give me those, and I'll get them signed. All of you wait outside. That's it, Ron." Miss Weasley brings herself onto the books in Harry's hands. 

Misa pinches the bridge of her nose. "Miss Weasley. Please, just let Harry be."

"Harry Potter... you've got yourself a girlfriend!" Draco enters the stage from above. 

Pushing Draco aside with his walking stick, enters Lucius Malfoy. " Now, now, Draco, play nicely." He turns to Harry.

"Mr. Potter...Lucius Malfoy... we meet at last. Forgive me... " He leans in to examine Harry's scar. "...your scar is a legend, as, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you."

"Voldemort killed my parents." Harry steps away from Lucius. "He was nothing more than a murderer."

"Perhaps, nevertheless a legend. And you must be Mr Yeager... or is it Lord Dumbledore now?"

"Yeager is fine." The senior Malfoy gave no second glance as his provocation went unanswered. 

"Let me see, red hair, vacant expressions... " He takes a look into Ginny's cauldron ...surprisingly new books for a Weasley" Mr Weasley exits the store. 

"Lucius"

"Weasley Senior."

"Lord Malfoy! Please enter." Lockhart came by, gifting Draco with another one of his signed copies. 

"I see all of your books on the Hogwarts letter Lockhart."

"Oh yes- I was just going to announce that- I Gideroy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, third class receipt, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League, and the five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award am proud to be the Professor at Hogwarts!"

Hermione and Harry looked at Eren doubtfully.

Misa strolled past all of them to enter the bookshop, getting some new books for herself.

"Draco, let's go." Harry saw Malfoy Senior return the book to her cauldron. " I'll see you at school." follows his father out the door.

"Professor?" Harry looked at Eren who had put his hands on Harry's shoulders. 

"You will meet me later tomorrow Mr Potter."

"But sir- I live with m-my relatives," Harry replied. Harry had explained partially about his home situation.

"Are you free now?" He asks "Yes sir." Eren looks at Misa putting books atop others, buying a long stack of the lot.

"I am at the Cauldron. Room no. 3, come after all this." He speaks to Misa.

"A-Okay. Gimme money." Eren throws a pouch of galleons, which Misa catches with one hand, all the books falling atop her.

"Let's go."

...

Harry had followed Eren into the Leaky Cauldron.

On the way they had been crossed by some drunkard, and Harry could have sworn that he had seen the man. But he was no longer in sight.

"Room no. 3 Tom." Eren paid the usual price and they reached out to the stairs and then to room no. 3. 

The whole time Harry had been silent, pondering as to why he was there.

The room opened to welcome two chairs. 

"Sit down." Harry followed Eren.

"Now you are the most foolish child I have ever seen Mr Potter. Can I call you Harry?"

"Sir?" Harry replied, slightly angry and unsure how to feel otherwise at the statement.

"Tell me Harry, how strong of a wizard are you?"

"Sir?" 

"Don't Sir-sir me. Can you kill or at least defeat a grown wizard- leave that aside, can you run away from a grown wizard adamant on killing you, Harry?"

"No- I can maybe runaway Professor." 

"Do you know why I called you here Harry?" Harry shook his head. "Do you know about your situation?"

"What situation?" Eren pinched his nose.

"You Harry Potter are the Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter. If you wanted to you could Lord Dumbledore here, who is someone below your hierarchy and he would have to follow you due to the sheer political clout and gold behind yourself." Misa entered the room with a stack of books in her both hands.

"Lord? But I am-"

"Not of age?" Harry nodded, and she continued. "Do you think they would care when everyone else of age is dead? Your servants, gold in Goblin vaults can't just sit around for years without any master. Hence you are full full-fledged Lord, with a required Regent."

"Are Potters strong?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"Mr. Potter, Potters are one of the top in the political and financial hierarchy. They can only be compared to Blacks, who are all either disowned or in Azkaban, Prewetts, who are all dead or blood traitors." Harry winced "Don't wince, they never bothered to follow traditions so their Lordship don't follow them-

-Anyways, Prewetts, then there are Ollivanders for their ancestry, Greengrass for the youngest but successful House and the Sayres, for the only Slytherin descendants to have brains."

"What about Malfoys? And other Slytherins?"

"Harry, you have a better standing in the wizarding politics. Malfoys are known turncoats originating from France. The Potters are the closest to true Wizarding Nobility." She closed her rant.

"And that's where I come in." Finally, Eren interjected on Misa and Harry.

"Harry, your magical guardian is the headmaster so by technicality, you are now my ward. Now I do understand your repulsion to living with your relatives." Harry expected an excuse "So I will allow you to move your accommodations to leaky Cauldron at my expense." Harry practically jumped without moving.

"And now the important bits." Eren looked at Harry seriously. He brought up that day's Daily Prophet.

Where is Albus Dumbledore?

Dumbledore vs Grindelwald- Duel or Lover's spat?

The three generations of Dumbledore suicides!

"This is six months after the initial revelations. My situation in The Wizengamot is at an all-time low, lower than when House Dumbledore was not represented in Wizengamot. So, Harry, I will ask for Potter's regency. It is mine by rights of guardianship but would you personally like it to be with me?"

He looked at Misa, who had explained everything about politics Harry knew. And she nodded, and so did he.

"With that sorted out, now I will be training you to defeat and kill full-grown wizards."

"B-But Sir, I am a child. And killing is-"

"Bad? Harry, no matter how good a guardian I turn out to be, your childhood ended when a Dark Wizard with thousands of followers killed your parents. And now, when we know he is still alive," Misa gasped "You will be targeted. It will be today, tomorrow, a year later or the next minute, and I will not be with you most of the time.

And you will be trained for killing, not defeating wizards Harry. Because that's what you do with your Enemies Harry. You put them down for once and for all." The room had been dead silent for some time. Everyone had a grim expression.

Eren continued

"I killed my first person at eight." Harry and Misa flinched "They both were adults, trying to kidnap a girl after killing her mother." Eren looked up at Harry. "I killed to protect my family, and you will need to kill to protect your future, your family. And you will need to kill for them. Because if you don't, they will."

Harry sat there in silence, not sure what to answer. Even he, as a child could relate to that, not wanting Voldemort at his job on his marriage day or any day really.

"Do not give me an answer today Harry. Think about it for some time." Eren stood up. "Just remember, a day passed is a day less prepared against the strongest Dark Lord in History."

Harry had nodded involuntarily. Then he looked at the newspaper.

"Strongest?" He asks while showing a picture of Grindelwald to Eren.

"And Enemy of mine is strongest until they are not dead Harry. Only dead enemies are weak enemies." Eren leaves the room. "The room is paid in full, don't bother going back if you could help yourself here."