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Unknowingly, an old wizard with a magnificent white beard stood by my side as he too looked out of the window.

"The world is a chaotic place. The people within, even more so. But there are always a few special places where one can forgets all about the chaos of the world around them, and find their moment of peace.

Mine is here, in this castle, guiding the new generation of young wizards and witches. Surrounded by friendly staff that I am willing to call family, this is the place that I find my peace in this chaotic world.

Where is yours, Young Harry." Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts and hailed as one of the strongest wizards in recent years spoke in a soft voice.

"…I don't know, professor. I don't know." After a moment of silence, I answer the headmaster.

"Well then, it seems that you would need to find yours soon, don't you? Here's a little hint. I found my safe haven here in Hogwarts, not because its one of the most heavily guarded places in this chaotic world, but because this place is the home of those that I call family." He says with a small smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

"My family's gone, never to return, so there's that. It would seem that I have a long road ahead of me if I want to find my safe haven, don't I, Professor?" I lightly chuckle as I turn my gaze out the window and reach out to catch a few flakes of fresh snow.

"That you do, young Harry. But the long road you mention, it doesn't have to be alone. The friends you make, the people that you encounter, those that just pass by, they all culminate together to guide you to your safe haven. I hope to be one of those people, so let me be a part in being one of the people that you encounter on the long road that is life. Here's a little something to help you.

Your father left this with me a few weeks before he passed. I now pass it on to his son, for him to carry it forward, and make his parents proud, showing them what a fine young man you have become." He pulls out a silver wrapped parcel out of nowhere and passes it to me.

"Use it carefully, don't use it for pranks like your father used to, ok." He advises as I take the parcel in my hands.

He turns around and starts to walk away as I stare at the parcel in my hands, feeling the weight in my hands and the warm feeling it gives off. "Open it on Christmas morning, Harry. Merry Christmas."

Unknowingly, mist emerges in my eyes which accumulates, and a single drop rolls down my cheek and hits the thin silver paper.

"Thank you, professor. And have a merry Christmas." I reply back as I wipe the trail of the tear away, looking at the direction he went.

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No matter how much powers and abilities I gain, at the end of the day, I'm still human. Feelings of loss, feelings of love, they all can still affect me, no matter the level of mind arts I achieve, no matter the amount of strength I attain. I would still miss my parents, and I would miss the time spent with each other.

The laughter, the banter, the scolding, the anger, the love, everything. Once gone, I would never be able to get it back.

But I can create new memories, happy memories, with new people.

Yeah, what Dumbledore said is true, find my new safe haven in this chaotic live, and try to finally achieve peace.

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On Christmas morning, I went down the stairs in the Gryffindor dorms and headed to the massive Christmas tree erected in the common room.

Reaching out for my gifts under the tree, I grab a small parcel wrapped in neat green and gold wrapper, and a shoddily wrapped box rattling when lightly shaken.

Ignoring the few students walking around the common room, I head to the empty dorm room and sit on my bed.

"Byaku Sharingan." I whisper as my eyes turn a purple shade and a magatama revolves around the pupil.

After two months of training, my range of my abilities extended from a meter around me to 4 meters radius.

Every month of training, the range doubles, and the control over my eyes increases.

Looking through the two gifts in my hand, I check for any traps or curses, while sneaking a peak at the contents.

"A diary from Hermione. And the box contains, one, two and three pennies. Wonderful gifts." I lightly chuckle as I chuck the gift from the Dursley family into the fireplace and carefully open the gift from Hermione.

"To Harry. Have a Wonderful Christmas and a very happy new Year.

I gift you this diary in hopes that you would be able to start a new story, one in the magical world, as I have started mine with my first friend." Written in graceful cursive, the intent behind the words washed over me.

"I will." I smile as I place the book in my bedside table carefully.

With light footsteps, I jump off my bed and throw on some slippers and a winter coat.

Walking fast towards the headmaster's office, I stand in front of a large gargoyle.

"Hey Professor, can I talk to you for a second." I call out.

A few seconds later, the gargoyle spins, revealing a flight of stairs heading upwards.

Following the path, I soon enter a warm and toasty office, decorated with portraits of the previous headmasters and headmistresses. Splashes of gold and silver, mixed in with a dozen jewels, the artifacts lining the shelves and desks reflected the soft light of the massive chandelier above.

"Harry, my boy. What brings you here today?" Dumbledore walks into the office wearing bright green gold and red.

"Professor, I have been thinking about what you said earlier in the week. So, I would like to ask, is it possible for me to access the school's floo network to head to London. I would like to see my family." I ask with a small smile and try to show a glimmer of hopefulness in my eyes.

"Of course, my boy. While this is quite unorthodox, I can make a small exception for you to visit with your family. When would you like to leave?" Dumbledore replies with a small smile.

"Is it possible to head out today. I still have two weeks of holidays left before school starts again. I can spend some time with a change of pace." I answer.

"Very well then. I'll open up the floo network to head towards the ministry in London. From there you can easily catch the Knight Bus to head home. I'm sure you know how to catch the bus, correct?" he asked.

"Yes, professor. Thanks for the favour. I'll go back and pack my bags for the trip. See you then." I quickly run out of the office and towards the dorms.

Just as I turned around, a smirk emerged on my face.

'haha Sucka. You thought you could persuade me to go back to the Dursley's and take them as family, jokes on you, I ain't going to that shit hole ever again. I'm going to travel London, Bitch.' I laugh in my mind as I happily skip to the dorm and stuff the essentials into my mokeskin pouch, while using a backpack as a cover.

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