Reborn As A Squib In Harry potter

Dean Thomas, a dark-skinned Half-blood whose father had been murdered before he was born for refusing to join the Death Eaters. As such, to all intents and purposes, he was Muggleborn, having no real interaction with magic until now. He stood beside his mother, both of them looking around nervously, unsettled by their surroundings, and trying to keep a pair of little girls in line. Since one of them shared Dean and his mother's complexion, it was clear she was related. A sister, perhaps?

Then there was Justin Finch-Fletchley, a rich Muggleborn kid with well-connected parents who'd ended up in Hufflepuff in canon. I recognized him by his and his mother's fancy clothing.

And lastly, a red-haired girl I didn't recognize immediately, and quickly assumed she was one of the unnamed First Years who never really got mentioned in the book. She had both her parents with her, and a younger brother and sister, the latter of which was playing with Dean's sibling. Her parents were chatting with Justin's mother, leaving Hermione and Harry to immediately attract attention from the other kids.

"Morning," I said in greeting, to the other adults and to the pub in general.

"Morning," several of the people inside the Leaky Cauldron replied.

"I'm Edward, and this little rascal's guardian for the day," I said, mussing up Harry's hair, though it didn't do that much to his already wild mane.

"Hi," Harry said, echoed by Hermione a moment later.

Introductions were given, and the kids all drifted off to speak with each other while the parents conversed.

I was drawn into the adult side of the conversation, and exchanged small talk with the others, while also taking the chance to pass out business cards with my company's name and info on it. It was very nice card stock with the glossy Omega cauldron symbol emblazoned boldly in the center, the name 'Cauldron Cosmetics' beneath it in neat black lettering.

"…and it was such a relief when that professor came to explain why our son was always causing things to float around," Mrs. Finch-Fletchley said.

"My daughter kept teleporting books over to her, or would teleport to the tops of the bookshelf when we weren't looking," Mrs. Granger sighed.

"Hey, could be worse! At least none of yours burnt down a tree," I chuckled, recalling the time Harry hit a tree with a lightning bolt.

"Not for lack of trying," Mrs. Thomas said with a smile, some of her nervousness fading.

"Sally-Anne was so happy to learn that unicorns are real," the other girl's father, Mr. Perks, said with a shake of his head. "I was less than enthused when I learned dragons were real, too."

"Don't worry, the Dragon Reservations are top-notch and completely safe. There hasn't been a dragon escape in over a decade," I assured him, feeling a bond with him being the only other man in the group.

As we chatted, one of the floos expelled a gout of green flames, disgorging a stout middle-aged woman with grey hair in a black robe and pointy hat. Her face lit up when she saw the children and she bustled over.

"Hello, everyone! My name is Pomona Sprout, Herbology Professor and Head of the Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts," she said with a grin, greeting the group.

Greetings were given, as well as introductions. To my relief, Harry's was the last one, though the portly professor's eyes had widened comically when she saw him, recognizing his scar instantly.

"My word!" she gasped out before Harry could speak. "Harry Potter?!"

"Damn it," I sighed, slapping my face as heads all turned in her direction. The parents all looked at me, and then at Harry, confused.

Poor Harry was swarmed by the witches and wizards in the pub a mere moment later, shaking hands and receiving tearful greetings and thanks.

"Professor Sprout, could you please explain to the people here, while we head for the Alley, why Harry's name drew so much attention?" I requested, sidling over to her. She'd made the mess, she'd have to clean it up.

She nodded, looking embarrassed at her outburst, and hastily explained a heavily abridged explanation of Voldemort, the war, and Harry's role in ending both.

Naturally, the parents were horrified. At what, I wasn't entirely sure, but the idea of a madman running around unchecked for years, murdering left and right, only to be stopped by an orphan he'd created? Not all that great, or a glowing endorsement of the wizarding world as a whole.

As for the kids? They were surprised they now knew a celebrity, and didn't fully understand the heavy burden Harry bore on his shoulders, just seeing him as someone cool and interesting. Which was probably better than the hero worship or hate he'd get from the magical children at Hogwarts.

After the explanation, Professor Sprout hastily bustled us out into Diagon Alley, earning a "Whoa!" from Dean and Justin and Sally-Anne's sister, and the rest were less vocal but still had impressed looks.

"First stop! Gringotts for galleons!" Professor Sprout said, leading the group to the bank.

I quietly whispered some information to the parents about the bank, its exchange rates, and a bit of history about the goblins. It was dry, but they appreciated it.

Meanwhile, Professor Sprout was entertaining the children with fanciful tales and less academic information about Gringotts, like how there were dragons guarding the vaults.

Pounds sterling were exchanged for galleons, and they left without incident. The next stop was the luggage store for enchanted backpacks. It was actually my idea, as I didn't think the kids would be able to carry everything they needed without it.

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