28 The boy who lived

The next year of Hogwarts was rapidly approaching and with that, Oz would start being involved in the events of the original series. Luckily for Oz all his endeavours in the summer had been going extremely well.

For his Health Specs, they had already garnered extreme attention from the wizarding community with many witches and wizards trying to find who made such a great product. The product itself has been flying off the shelves so rapidly that Oz now has so much money he doesn't know what to do with it. Throughout the week when he can, he's been going to Gringotts to invest some of his profits in different companies, even stretching out to muggle companies such as Apple or Microsoft.

'When thinking of what witches and wizards want the most... I guess their lives being kept safe was the best answer. Witches and wizards of the past have been hunted down more than once, having such a product that allows for themselves and their peers to be healed faster due to finding the crux of the issue instantly seems to be a huge selling point'.

Oz sat on his bed in the Leaky Cauldron as always most of these days, practicing magic, practicing control and checking his core. His core had hardly improved since he reached the second step of magic, there was nothing improving it. However, he found out that since his core possessed both light and dark, his magic capacity was actually much greater than that of other witches and wizards in this step. He found this out due to thinking of how lucky he was to be able to keep the trace concealed while also cloaked and using spells. Such a combo should have exhausted a wizard quicker but he managed to last a remarkable amount of time against those Voldemort sympathisers.

'Tomorrows the day summer ends... the day when I see this boy who lived... I hope next summer can be a little bit more interesting'.

Trying not to follow his past mistakes Oz was already planning for the summer after his second year. So far his plan was to again book for a room in the Leaky Cauldron and just improve his empire in the magic world by making more products and expanding out his wealth. When he gains enough wealth he could build a manor somewhere secluded for himself, maybe even somewhere thats on ley lines like Hogwarts.

'That old coot Dumbledore... Its no wonder he stays at that school year round... I wonder if he still holds out hope deep down he can reach a higher level? He's at the end of his life though so im not too sure... but to be labelled as the second coming of merlin he should have some cards hidden'.

After a full day of just practicing many different things in his room, Oz went to bed early. Tomorrow was an important day, a day when the canon would officially begin and Oz would take his first steps to intervene.

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Currently Oz was sitting down at a table downstairs in the Leaky Cauldron's bar/dining area. He had his own table in the corner of the room as he ate some breakfast. At the moment he was reading a daily prophet article. The article was labelled:

'MASTER ENCHANTER: LEE OSWALD, WHO IS THIS MAN?'

Oz smirked as he read all the article.

'It seems that those goblins have kept a tight lip still which is certainly impressive. When they said they'd do anything for me if I was truly a descendant of Merlin did they mean that in kindness?... probably not, they are just waiting for a big enough buyer to sell my identity to... If anyone figures out my identity though, they wont spread it. Such a master enchanter they will try to recruit into their own families...'.

Oz's body ran cold as he thought up his last thought.

'They aren't going to ask me to marry into families are they?...'.

Shaking his head to stave off his stray thoughts, Oz sat back in his chair as he drank his drink. As he started to relax the door on the muggle side of the Leaky Cauldron swung open fiercely.

A boy walked in, he looked malnourished and skinny, wearing glasses on his face his eyes held a modicum of caution but they were mostly filled with wonder. Behind him was a big man standing many feet above the boy at 8 ft. He was watching over the boy like a hawk, basically being his bodyguard.

Oz smiled as he looked at the duo walk in.

'So I guess its finally begun'.

Harry and Hagrid walked around the Leaky Cauldron talking to many different people before stopping at the bar where Quirrell and the bar-man were.

Oz slowly took out one of the defunct glasses from his pockets, the one that saw through clothes, and put them on to look at Quirrell. Looking at the back of his head he could see through the turban, seeing a face sleeping still.

'So Voldemort did latch onto him throughout the summer... why would he pick such a blithering idiot... Could I just give these glasses to Hagrid and expose Quirrell here and now?... no thats too risky, in such an open place, Voldemort could easily escape with Quirrell via apparition then I'd have to hunt his soul or something...'.

As Oz was thinking his view changed to a table of witches of whom he saw through all their clothes. An embarrassed "Woah!" escaped his lips as he fumbled to put the defunct pair back in his pouch switching them with the proper pair of health specs.

'Those defunct glasses that can stare through clothes... they may be the most powerful magical artefact ever created in modern history...'

Oz then put on the proper pair of Health specs taking a deep look at Harry from a distance. What he saw was down-right depressing.

The boys internals were all weak and malnourished. Internal bruises riddled his muscles and some of his bones had cracks on them. Oz felt that the hand he was dealt in life was bad having no family, but he couldn't imagine how it'd be being sent to a close relative after losing your family just to have them beat and break you.

'Harry is probably only one of many in the world who have gone through things like this... the difference with harry is that I can help him right now and expose it to the wizard public that he's been abused. Dumbledore maybe able to keep a tight lip on people in his own circle but the general public is a dangerous foe he can't afford to have'.

Oz stood up finally, walking over to where Harry, Hagrid and Quirrell were talking.

"Arry' I almost forgot my manors! This is going to be your new defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Quirrell!"

As Harry tried to shake hands with Quirrell backing off, Oz finally showed himself.

"Hagrid and Professor Quirrell! its great to see you two after the summer just gone!".

Both Hagrid and Quirrell were startled by Oz's sudden appearance. In the last year of Hogwarts, Oz was a boy who kept to himself a lot so him suddenly talking was strange.

"Ello' there Oz! It certainly as' been a while now asnt' it? Keeping up with your studies over the summer!"

Oz smiled at Hagrid.

"Of course Hagrid, always trying to stay on the ball with that. Don't want to lose my touch after all haha".

After finishing the brief talk with Hagrid, Oz turned to Harry. Looking at him deeply, Oz smiled.

"So you must be Harry Potter, its a pleasure to meet such a renowned wizard. I hope you don't feel too overwhelmed by these older folk, they can certainly be annoying at times".

Harry smiled at Oz, someone around his own age was attempting to connect with him which made him incredibly happy and expectant of the wizarding world.

"Y-yes I am Harry... Hagrid said you're called Oz? its a pleasure to meet you... Uhh... One question though Oz... Just a second ago I saw you on the table over there reeling back in shock when wearing a pair of glasses looking at those ladies over there, what was that about?".

Oz's face dropped slightly at Harry's innocent comment.

'Shit he saw that? I don't want to be known as the school pervert or something. Quick Oz act on your feet'.

"Uhh... Thats because the glasses im wearing are enchanted. Its a new product that was developed recently called the Health Specs. With them, any witch or wizard can see if someone is internally injured or ill! such a remarkable product has been flying off the shelves recently... one of those ladies over there had an extreme internal injury...".

Quirrell and Hagrid both watched the conversation between Oz and Harry attentively. Oz's interference had distracted both of them from their original plans, Quirrell's being to probe Harry Potter and Hagrid's to take Harry to buy his school supplies.

"I've eard' a lot bout' them glasses recently, think Hogwarts placed a large order for em'! I even tried a pair myself when at Hogwarts, an' impressive piece of kit!".

Oz smiled at Hagrid's comment, seems as though Hogwarts was slightly in his pocket now already.

"I got an idea Harry, how about I check your health? With these glasses all it takes is a second!"

Harry nodded at Oz's query allowing him to proceed. Oz then put on the glasses already knowing what he was going to see.

'I saw how bad it was already when back sat in my chair but up close? its even worse... How could that Dumbledore leave him with such shitty people?'.

Oz prepared himself as he had to feign extreme anger and pity.

"Merlin's beard! Harry where were you living before coming with Hagrid to here?!"

Harry and Hagrid both looked at each other stumped at Oz's extreme reaction. Harry hesitated for a moment before stating.

"I lived with my Uncle and Aunt... oh also with my cousin too".

Oz took off the glasses slowly as he yelled, loud enough so that the whole leaky cauldron could hear.

"So the boy who lived, the one who rid us all of the dark lord was left with such abusive guardians?!"

-=𝐸𝒩𝒟 𝒪𝐹 𝒱𝒪𝐿𝒰𝑀𝐸 2=-