Author's Note:
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction based on the Harry Potter Universe. All the recognizable characters, the plot and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling. I claim no ownership.
The setting is in an alternate universe. My main focus would be to write multi-dimensional and relatable characters in a realistic setting. Currently it's rated M just to be safe, I might change the rating in the future accordingly. Story is cross posted on Fanfiction, Archive of Our own, Royal Road and Webnovel.
I am editing and revamping parts of the story from the feedback I got in reviews. Mainly they would be some mistakes I made and somethings I wanted to add that I forgot. The basic story would remain the same. Revamp is almost done. Book1 that is: Summer of Discovery should be complete with all it's revamped content next week.
Chapter 16 - Settling into a Routine
On Monday morning, the lab was abuzz with a mix of nervous energy and quiet anticipation. Everyone had arrived early, their polished presentations and prepared answers reflecting weeks of late nights and meticulous effort. The team huddled briefly before the representatives from Crea-Drone arrived, running through last-minute details.
Dr. Mallory, the lead on the project, adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat. "Alright, team. This is it. Let's show them what we've built."
Harry, despite his usual calm demeanor, felt a flutter of nervousness in his stomach. He fiddled with his pen, exchanging a quick, encouraging nod with Mark, who seemed more confident but was tapping his foot under the table. Vernon, present as an observer and moral support, gave Harry a reassuring thumbs-up. Jerry and Sneha were whispering in the corner, while Katrina had her eyes closed and was murmuring something to herself.
The doors opened, and four representatives from Crea-Drone entered. They were dressed in sharp suits and carried an air of efficiency. The leader, a tall man named Mr. Ferris, introduced himself and his colleagues with a brisk handshake.
"Let's get started," Mr. Ferris said, his tone polite but professional.
Dr. Mallory stepped to the front, her confidence radiating despite the underlying tension in the room.
"Good morning, everyone. Thank you for joining us. Today, we're excited to present the culmination of months of research: the Bumblebee Drone Project."
She clicked to the first slide, which displayed a sleek rendering of the drone alongside its namesake insect.
"Our goal was to create a drone inspired by nature—specifically the erratic but highly efficient flight patterns of bumblebees. These drones are designed for environments where traditional flight paths are inefficient or impossible, such as dense forests, urban search-and-rescue missions, or swarming surveillance scenarios."
Dr. Mallory moved smoothly through the slides, her voice steady and engaging. She explained the foundational concepts behind the drone:
Flight Mimicry: Using algorithms based on the flight mechanics of bumblebees to achieve unmatched maneuverability.
Energy Efficiency: A lightweight design paired with energy-harvesting technology that mimics how insects conserve energy.
Swarm Behavior: Advanced AI enabling drones to work collectively, like a hive of bees, to complete tasks more efficiently.
As Dr. Mallory clicked to the next slide, a 3D render of the physical model transitioned to a live demonstration.
"This," she said with a flourish, "is the physical prototype we completed last week."
Mark stepped forward, his hands steady as he lifted the drone from its display case. The Bumblebee Drone was small but intricate, its golden-yellow casing catching the light.
"This prototype weighs less than 300 grams," Dr. Mallory continued. "Despite its size, it can carry a payload of up to 500 grams and sustain flight for over 40 minutes on a single charge."
Jerry chimed in, his voice measured. "It's equipped with a compact sensor suite, including thermal imaging and LiDAR, making it versatile for search-and-rescue or mapping operations."
One of the representatives, a woman named Ms. Patel, leaned forward. "How does it handle turbulence?"
Mark, always ready, took this one. "We've incorporated dynamic stabilization inspired by bumblebee wing adjustments. The drone's onboard AI can recalibrate flight in real-time, compensating for sudden wind changes or environmental obstacles."
Dr. Mallory smiled approvingly and gestured for the next demonstration.
The room dimmed as a virtual simulation played on the screen.
"This," Dr. Mallory said, "is a demonstration of our swarm behavior AI."
The simulation showed a group of Bumblebee Drones navigating through a dense forest, communicating wirelessly to locate and retrieve an object. The drones adjusted their paths in real-time, avoiding obstacles and optimizing their routes.
Katrina explained, her voice steady but animated, "Each drone operates semi-independently, but they share data constantly. This allows the swarm to function cohesively while minimizing risks from individual failure."
Mr. Ferris nodded thoughtfully. "What's the bandwidth for their communication?"
Harry answered this one. "We've optimized their communication protocols to operate on low-bandwidth networks. Even with ten drones, we're using less than 50 KBps per drone in active operation."
The Crea-Drone representatives fired off questions, their expressions serious but intrigued.
Mr. Ferris, still unconvinced, asked, "What happens if one drone fails mid-operation? Does the swarm destabilize?"
Sneha smiled politely, "Not at all. The swarm's AI is designed to adapt dynamically. If a drone fails, the others redistribute tasks to compensate. Our testing shows minimal impact on mission success rates, even with up to 20% drone failure."
Ms. Patel asked curiously, "How scalable is the swarm behavior? Could this work with 50 drones? A hundred?"
Harry, having been silent till now, took a deep breath and answered, "Theoretically, yes. Our current model supports swarms of up to 50 drones without noticeable latency. Beyond that, we'd need to scale the hardware for the processing node, but the software is robust enough to handle it."
Mr. Langston looked skeptical, "What's your plan for interference in urban areas with high electromagnetic activity?"
Jerry smiled, "Great question. We've tested in controlled environments simulating urban interference. The drones have shielded comm systems, and their failover protocol ensures they revert to autonomous operation if communication is disrupted."
Ms. Patel looked doubtful, "What about safety in crowded spaces?"
Dr. Mallory took this question, "Each drone is equipped with proximity sensors and collision-avoidance protocols. They're designed to prioritize safety, even in chaotic environments."
The Q lasted nearly an hour, and by the end, everyone was visibly exhausted but satisfied. The Crea-Drone representatives exchanged murmurs among themselves before Mr. Ferris stood.
"This is impressive," he said, his expression softening into a smile. "You've addressed every concern we had, and then some. We're excited to move forward with this project."
The team exhaled collectively, the tension giving way to smiles and a few relieved chuckles.
As the representatives left, Dr. Mallory turned to the team, her usual professional demeanor melting into a rare grin. "Well done, everyone. They're on board."
Harry slumped into his chair, his nerves finally giving out. "That was intense."
Mark smirked, handing him a bottle of water. "You did great. Even with the interference question."
Jerry and Sneha high fived and hugged each other. Katrina walked out while saying, "I am going to have an energy drink, that took a lot out of me."
Vernon clapped Harry on the back. "Told you you'd crush it."
The team lingered in the lab, riding the high of their success. They had not only showcased their work but earned the respect of a major company. The Bumblebee Drone Project was officially taking flight.
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With the project's success confirmed and the company agreeing to purchase the prototype, the team was still riding the high of their hard work paying off. In the lab, Dr. Mallory gathered everyone together, a rare smile softening her usually focused expression.
"Everyone, I can't thank you enough for the dedication you've shown. This project wouldn't have been possible without each and every one of you," she said, adjusting her glasses. Reaching into her desk drawer, she pulled out an envelope. "We have some leftover funds from the project budget. I think it's only fair to use part of it to celebrate this milestone properly."
The room erupted in cheers and applause. Mark, surprised but thrilled, stepped forward. "Wait, Dr. Mallory, you're not going to join us? It wouldn't feel right celebrating without you."
Dr. Mallory chuckled softly and shook her head. "No, no. If I'm there, you'll all be too polite and reserved. Go, enjoy yourselves, and celebrate this achievement as a team. You deserve it."
Everyone exchanged excited glances, buzzing with plans for the evening.
Mark, ever the organizer, clapped his hands. "Alright, folks, let's do this right. How about we meet at the local Korean food joint at 7 p.m.? We'll get a massive hotpot and feast like kings."
The idea was met with enthusiastic approval, and plans were quickly finalized. "Hotpot it is!" Sneha exclaimed, her grin lighting up the room.
As the whole team filed out of the lab, laughter and chatter filled the air, their spirits high from both their success and the promise of a well-deserved celebration.
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Everyone was buzzing with excitement as they settled around the table at the cozy Korean food joint, the air rich with the aroma of sizzling spices and simmering broth. Mark, grinning ear to ear, declared, "Alright, folks, tonight is all about celebrating our success. Cheers to the Bumblebee Drone!"
Harry, sitting between Jerry and Sneha, raised his glass of soda. "To Bumblebee! And to late nights, too much coffee, and Sneha's emergency chocolate stash!"
Sneha laughed, nudging Harry. "That stash saved your life, admit it."
Mark leaned over, flipping through the menu again. "Don't worry, folks. I ordered enough food to feed a small army. Hope everyone likes kimchi."
"I love kimchi," Katrina chimed in as the server brought over the bubbling hotpot, filled to the brim with vegetables, seafood, and meat. Plates of crispy pajeon, spicy rice cakes, and mandu dumplings followed.
As everyone dug in, the conversation flowed freely.
Jerry started. "So, Sneha, what was going through your head when Mr. Ferris hit us with that swarm stability question?"
Sneha grinned. "Honestly? 'Don't panic, Sneha, you've got this.' But it helped that I knew we'd nailed the tests."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, and when Katrina laid out the swarm AI capabilities? That was a mic-drop moment."
Katrina smiled modestly. "It wasn't just me. Everyone had a part in making that presentation shine."
Mark interjected with a teasing tone. "And let's not forget Harry, answering those bandwidth questions like a pro. You looked like you'd been doing this for years."
Harry flushed. "I was terrified. I thought I'd say something dumb, and the whole deal would collapse."
"You were great," Jerry said with conviction. "You answered calmly and clearly. No way we'd have pulled it off without you."
The group grew more animated as they recounted their favorite—and most stressful—moments during the project. Stories about late-night coding mishaps, Sneha's endless supply of memes to keep spirits high, and Mark's infamous coffee experiments had everyone laughing.
"So, what's next for everyone?" Katrina asked as she reached for another dumpling.
Mark shrugged. "For now? I'm going to sleep for a week. Then maybe tackle the backlog of hobbies I've ignored."
Sneha chimed in, "I want to try pottery! Been meaning to take a class for ages."
Harry chuckled. "Pottery, huh? That's unexpected."
"I'm full of surprises," Sneha shot back with a wink.
The night went on with hearty laughs, shared stories, and delicious food. Plates were passed, chopsticks clattered, and the hotpot steadily emptied.
Toward the end of the meal, Mark raised his glass again. "Here's to us. We started this as colleagues, but I think we've built something more. Cheers to the Bumblebee Team—friends for life."
"Cheers!" they all echoed, clinking glasses.
As they left the restaurant, the group lingered outside under the glow of the streetlights, reluctant to end the evening. They walked together for a while, chatting and laughing, before finally parting ways with promises to meet again soon.
As Harry walked out of the food joint there was a warm feeling in his chest. The project had been a triumph, but tonight was the real victory—celebrating with friends who had become like family.
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It was getting pretty late in the night, so Mark offered to drop Harry off at home. Everyone else had already left in Jerry's car. The streets were quiet, the soft hum of the car engine filling the silence between them. Harry leaned back in his seat, his usual chatter subdued, as though he was lost in thought.
When they arrived, Aunt Petunia opened the door, her sharp features softening as she greeted them. "Thank you for bringing Harry home, Mark," she said, her tone unusually warm. Then, with a decisive air, she added, "You've been so kind. Come in and have a cup of tea before you head out."
Mark hesitated, glancing at his watch, but her insistence left little room for refusal. "Alright," he relented with a small smile, stepping into the house.
He took a seat at the kitchen table, his eyes wandering over the meticulously tidy room. On the counter, a book caught his attention. Its cover was concealed with newspaper, as though someone was trying to hide its contents. Curiosity piqued, Mark reached for it and flipped through the pages.
Weird symbols filled the margins, their patterns intricate and unfamiliar. He frowned, his fingers pausing at the first page. The title stared back at him: Runes Codex - Sanskrit.
Mark froze. The title alone sent his mind racing, connecting dots he hadn't even realized were part of the same picture. Harry's sudden two-day absence, the evasive answers, the oddly specific builds and restrictions Harry and Dudley had debated for their tabletop game—everything started to make sense.
He set the book down as Aunt Petunia re-entered the kitchen, bustling about to prepare tea. Mark stood, his expression unreadable. "I'd like to have a quick word with Harry, if you don't mind," he said, his voice steady but firm.
Petunia glanced at him, then at the stairs. After a brief hesitation, she nodded. "Go ahead. He's in his room. I'll call you down when the tea's ready."
Mark climbed the stairs, his thoughts churning. Reaching Harry's door, he stopped in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.
"So," he said, his tone light but deliberate, "which electives are you most excited about?"
Harry, startled, turned from his desk, his expression lighting up before he could stop himself. "Definitely Arithmancy! I'm almost done with the first four years of the course. And Ancient Runes—" He froze mid-sentence, the excitement draining from his face as realization dawned.
"Mark?" Harry's voice was laced with shock.
Mark crossed his arms, stepping into the room. "I know about the magical world."
Harry blinked, still processing. "You're a wizard?" he blurted out. "But why weren't you at Hogwarts last year?"
Mark chuckled softly and pulled out the chair by Harry's desk, sitting down. "First, there are other magical schools besides Hogwarts. Secondly, I can't do magic."
Harry frowned, confusion evident. "You can't? But—"
"I'm a Squib," Mark explained calmly. "A non-magical child born to magical parents. That's how I know about magic and the wizarding world."
Harry nodded slowly, though his face still showed a mix of curiosity and disbelief. "But you told everyone you were an orphan," he said cautiously.
Mark's eyes darkened slightly, his voice firm but not unkind. "That's my secret to keep. No questions about my parents, alright?"
Harry opened his mouth as if to press further, then closed it, nodding reluctantly.
"Good," Mark said, his tone lightening again. "Now, let's talk about you. So, you're the child of the infamous Potters?"
At Mark's remark about the "infamous Potters," Harry's face shifted, his expression growing serious. "Don't mention my parents either," he said quietly, the weight in his tone unmistakable.
Mark raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Alright, alright, no need to get upset," he said, his voice light but cautious. "You do know, though, that everyone's going to ask you questions once you get to Hogwarts, right?"
Harry, still caught up in his thoughts, said almost absentmindedly, "We've decided to change my name to Harry Dursley and pass me off as a Muggleborn."
Mark tilted his head, his lips curling into a small smile. "Smart," he said, nodding.
Harry looked up at him, his curiosity replacing the earlier tension. "I have so many questions for you."
Mark glanced at his watch and frowned. "It's getting pretty late, though," he said, standing up from the chair. "Let me digest this first, and we can talk tomorrow over lunch."
Harry hesitated. "I'm withdrawing tomorrow."
Mark froze mid-motion, raising an eyebrow. "Withdrawing? Why? September 1st is more than six weeks away. And you know you won't be able to study physics or mathematics properly at Hogwarts, right?"
Harry leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady. "I want to be as prepared as possible before going to Hogwarts. There's so much to learn, and I don't want to fall behind in the magical curriculum. As for physics and math... I'll self-study once I've settled in."
Mark nodded slowly, impressed by the resolve in Harry's voice. "Alright," he said after a moment. "I'll come by tomorrow evening instead. How does that sound?"
Harry gave a small smile and nodded. "Sounds good."
Mark clapped him lightly on the shoulder as he stood. "Let me sleep on all of this tonight."
As Mark left Privet Drive, tea warming his stomach, he chuckled to himself. Who would've thought? Science-and-logic-obsessed Harry Potter... a wizard. The irony was almost too perfect.
Mark smirked as he climbed into his car, the engine humming softly as he pulled away. "This is going to be interesting," he thought, shaking his head in amusement.
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Next day the morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the Dursley kitchen as the family gathered for breakfast. Aunt Petunia looked unusually enthusiastic, setting her tea cup down with purpose. "I've been working on an initial course structure for Ancient Runes," she announced, her tone a mix of pride and seriousness. "Using what I know from programming and coding, I think I can make it engaging, but it's going to require a lot of dedication from both of you."
Dudley nodded eagerly, spooning cereal into his mouth. "It's summer vacation anyway. Other than my boxing practice and gym, I've got nothing better to do."
Harry cleared his throat, setting his orange juice aside. "Well, now that our drone project is over, Uncle Vernon's going to help me withdraw my university application today."
Uncle Vernon, seated at the head of the table, placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "I know how much it meant to you to get an early opportunity to pursue a double major in physics and mathematics," he said warmly. "But we'll make the most of things. Between me tutoring you and your self-study, I'm confident you'll keep up just fine. You're smart, Harry."
Harry smiled at the praise. "Thanks, Uncle Vernon." He turned to Petunia and Dudley. "So, moving forward, my plan is to attend Aunt Petunia's Ancient Runes lectures with Dudley, cover as much Arithmancy as I can with self-study and Uncle Vernon's help, and read up on the theory of subjects like Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Charms."
Dudley smirked. "And we'll be here to help you," he said with a playful nudge.
That afternoon, Harry accompanied Uncle Vernon to the university's Administration Department. The process of filing a withdrawal was lengthy, with forms to complete, signatures to collect, and approvals to secure.
Vernon, being a professor at the university, used his connections to ease the bureaucracy. He exchanged polite but firm words with the clerk at the front desk, ensuring the paperwork was expedited. "This young man's done more in his short time here than most students achieve in years," Vernon said proudly, earning a blush from Harry.
Finally, Vernon suggested they visit the Dean's office to complete the process. "It was his recommendation that got you into the program in the first place," Vernon reminded Harry. "It's only right to thank him personally."
The Dean's office was spacious but unpretentious, its walls lined with bookshelves and certificates. The Dean, a sharp-eyed man with salt-and-pepper hair, greeted them warmly. "Harry Potter," he said, shaking Harry's hand. "A young prodigy in the making. To what do I owe this visit?"
Harry hesitated, but Vernon stepped in. "Harry's parents' old school extended him an invitation," Vernon explained. "He's decided to explore that connection and see where it takes him."
The Dean leaned back in his chair, nodding thoughtfully. "Family connections are important," he said. "Though I'll be sorry to see you go. You have an exceptional mind, Harry. A rare combination of curiosity and discipline."
He gestured to a model on his desk. "Before you leave, let me show you something I've been working on. It's a simulation of quantum superposition using dynamic equations."
Harry's eyes lit up as the Dean explained the concept in detail. For a moment, the room was alive with the shared passion for discovery.
When they finally stood to leave, the Dean shook Harry's hand again. "If you ever decide to return, my door is always open."
Harry's final stop was the university lab. As he entered, the familiar hum of equipment and the chatter of his friends greeted him. Everyone has come today to collect their personal items, as they planned to take a break and enjoy their vacation.
Dr. Mallory looked up from her desk. "Harry? What brings you here?"
The team gathered around as Harry explained his decision. "I've been invited to attend my parents' old school. It's something I need to do—for myself and for them."
There was a moment of silence before Jerry spoke. "We'll miss you, man," he said, clapping Harry on the back. "But you've got to follow your path."
Sneha and Katrina nodded in agreement. "Just don't forget about us when you're off doing amazing things," Katrina teased, though her voice wavered slightly.
Dr. Mallory smiled, her usual sharp demeanor softening. "You've got potential, Harry. Don't waste it."
As Harry turned to leave, Mark caught his eye and winked. "See you around, Potter," he said, grinning.
Harry left the lab with a full heart, the weight of the goodbyes offset by the excitement of the journey ahead.
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Following day in the morning, the kitchen table was covered with a curious mix of items—printouts, notebooks, a tablet with a coding interface, and a whiteboard where Aunt Petunia had neatly drawn a grid filled with runes. Harry and Dudley sat side by side, their morning tea forgotten as Petunia tapped on the keyboard of her laptop.
"All right, boys," she began, her voice crisp but encouraging, "before we dive into the specifics, let me explain what I've made here. This is a very basic IDE—or Integrated Development Environment—for Ancient Runes. Think of it as a workspace where you can write, test, and debug your rune scripts."
She paused, looking at Harry and Dudley to ensure they were following. "In programming, an IDE helps you write code. Here, it will allow you to compose rune arrays, test their interactions, and see basic effects like producing flame or water. We'll start with simple things, like creating a spark. Once you're comfortable, we'll move on to integrating different runic languages and their interactions."
Harry leaned forward, intrigued. "So, each runic language is like its own programming language?"
"Exactly," Petunia replied, smiling at Harry's quick understanding. "Each has its own syntax, rules, and semantics. For instance, Nordic runes are excellent for elemental magic, while Sanskrit runes are better for abstract concepts like time and space. Once you've mastered the basics of one language, you'll start combining them—like calling a Nordic array with a Sanskrit function."
Dudley scratched his head. "And these runes… they're like letters, right?"
"Yes, Dudley," Petunia said, nodding. "But they also have inherent power and meaning. It's not just about arranging them in the right order; you need to understand the essence of each rune and how they interact."
She handed them each a tablet displaying the IDE. "Today, you'll practice creating a basic flame rune array using Nordic symbols. The IDE will give you feedback on whether your array works or not. If it fails, try to debug—figure out what went wrong and fix it."
Harry's eyes lit up as he got to work. His fingers flew over the tablet, arranging the runes according to Petunia's guidance. The first attempt resulted in a puff of smoke on the IDE simulation.
Dudley leaned over. "What'd you do wrong?"
Harry frowned. "I forgot to anchor the array with Fehu. Without it, there's no base for the flame."
"Good catch," Petunia said approvingly. "That's why debugging is essential."
Dudley, meanwhile, was meticulously copying Harry's setup. "No shame in copying to learn," he muttered, earning a laugh from Harry.
After an hour of trial and error, Harry's screen displayed a small, steady flame in the simulation. "Got it!" he exclaimed.
Petunia clapped her hands. "Well done! Now, let's discuss why it worked."
The discussion that followed was lively, with Petunia explaining the significance of each rune and the logic behind their arrangement. By the time they wrapped up, both boys had a newfound appreciation for the complexity of Ancient Runes.
With the runes lesson complete, Harry retreated to his room to study magical theory. His desk was stacked with borrowed and newly acquired books on Transfiguration, Charms, and Herbology.
Starting with Transfiguration, he read about the rules governing matter transformation—Gamp's Law, limitations of size, and the principle of equivalence. He meticulously noted down examples, his curiosity growing with each page.
Moving to Charms, he explored the theory behind spell creation. The mechanics of intent, pronunciation, and wand movements fascinated him, and he jotted down questions for later.
Herbology was equally engaging. Harry read about magical plants like Mimbulus mimbletonia and Wolfsbane, carefully memorizing their properties and applications. He marveled at how precise cultivation techniques could enhance their magical potency.
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Lunch was a simple but cheerful affair. Over sandwiches and lemonade, Harry shared what he'd learned with Dudley and Petunia, who listened attentively.
"Did you know you can't conjure food out of nothing?" Harry said, grinning. "Transfiguration has its limits."
"Good thing we've got Aunt Petunia for cooking, then," Dudley quipped, earning a mock glare from his mother.
After lunch, Harry took a short nap to recharge before diving into his potions studies.
Harry spent the next few hours poring over potion recipes and ingredients. He was particularly intrigued by the interplay of magical properties—how powdered unicorn horn neutralized the acidity of venom or how chopped mandrake roots enhanced potion stability.
He scribbled notes as he worked, breaking down each recipe step by step. For instance, in brewing a calming draught, he wondered why the infusion of peppermint was done before adding powdered moonstone. "Does it act as a buffer?" he mused aloud, jotting it down for future research.
By late afternoon, Harry and Dudley were off to the park, cricket bats in hand. Their friends greeted them enthusiastically, and soon they were immersed in the game.
Harry was a decent bowler, but Dudley's strength made him a powerhouse batsman. The group cheered as Dudley sent ball after ball soaring into the distance.
Back home, Harry spent the early evening revising Arithmancy. He revisited previous formulas and concepts, carefully working through problems in his notebook.
When Vernon returned, Harry eagerly shared his notes. Together, they explored ways to adapt mathematical tools to Arithmancy problems, discussing concepts like matrix theory and non-linear equations.
Over dinner, Harry excitedly recounted his day, diving into the nuances of runes and magical theory. Vernon and Petunia listened attentively, asking thoughtful questions that kept the conversation lively.
After dinner, Vernon leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You're building a solid foundation, Harry. Magic may be a different discipline, but your analytical skills will give you an edge."
Harry beamed at the praise, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for his family's unwavering support.
As the night fell and Harry went to sleep, he thought to himself maybe I can try to follow this routine daily till I go to Hogwarts.
Endnote:
Some points to keep in mind—
I would be posting 3 chapters regularly every week.
I might drop bonus chapters occasionally on festivals and other such events.
I would be very appreciative for any review, suggestions and feedback that I would get considering this is the start of my journey too.