Darksider82
Wingedseer Wolf
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Harry Potter: The Phenom
Harry set his trunk down in the lobby of number Four Privet Drive, when his temper finally snapped. "All of us in the living room now." He growled eyes flashing and the cutlery rattling ominously. Dudley and Petunia gulped and headed towards the living room where Vernon had plonked his obese self-down.
"BOY! I EXPECT DINNER..." Vernon bellowed from the armchair only to turn purple with rage as Harry, Dudley and Petunia entered the room, Harry had his wand out and his eyes were flashing.
"Sit down and shut up." Harry growled the pain and anguish showing in his voice.
"I've had it...I've had it with you three, Wizarding Britain and their Magical World. Now you can help me get out of your hair if you want." Harry asked calmly looking at the calculating gleam in his Uncle's eyes.
"What do you need boy?" He asked curiously.
"A couple of trips to London to get a passport, sort my affairs out. Some passable clothes of my own send some letters and a trip to the airport." Harry said sitting on the tuffet in front of his Uncle.
"We can do that...Do you have anywhere planned for your destination?" Dudley asked, attracting everyone's attention.
"What exactly do you mean Dudley? You haven't exactly helped me before." Harry replied calmly.
"I'm studying Geography, History and Politics and I learnt this much so far. Britain is part of Europe, I'm betting that your world has close ties to the ones in Europe...I'd suggest America, one because of its size and two America has immensely different views on Europe than we do. So if you're skipping out on Britain better include Europe as well."
Harry nodded "I'll get the dinner sorted." Soon enough a roast beef was in the oven, due to Petunia deciding to chip in and be helpful.
That night Harry slept restlessly, he thrashed about, twisted and turned as Cedric was killed time and time again in the flash of emerald green light that was the killing curse.
Harry's alarm clock woke him from his tortured dreams, he staggered down stairs at 6:30 and began making breakfast…Only to find Petunia already cracking eggs into a glass bowl. They didn't share a word, as Harry pulled out the fat packs of bacon, chopped off the rind and starting frying the bacon.
It was routine, almost like clockwork and by 8:30 that morning Harry was climbing into Uncle Vernon's brand new company car and was heading into London. "Don't wait up Uncle, I'll use my people's way of getting home." His uncle nodded.
"I know we never got along…but…I'm proud of you in a way…Good luck." With that Vernon drove off, Harry grinned dryly. He turned, flipped his jacket hood up and headed into Diagon Alley. Harry headed into Gringotts and walked up to a teller and requested a private interview with an account manager.
"Lost your key brat?" Asked the bored goblin.
"I wish to speak with the Potter account manager and keep it discreet." Harry responded revealing his red and angry scar to the goblin.
The goblin nodded and called for security and soon enough Harry was sitting infront of Bloodspear the Potter accountant.
Name: Hadrian Charles Potter
Age: 14
Parents: James Harold Potter (Father deceased) Lillian Rosemary Potter (Mother deceased)
Heir to
Potter
Black
Peverell
Ravenclaw
Gryffindor
Accounts:
Potter: 76 billion galleons not including artefacts, books and Broperties
Black: 75 billion galleons not including artefacts, books and properties
Peverell: 80 billion galleons not including artefacts, books and properties (Long since merged with Potter family and bad buisness interests should be much higher)
Ravenclaw 336 billion galleons not including artefacts, books and properties
Gryffindor 666 billion galleons not including artefacts, books and properties
Properties
36 properties world wide- Potter
Potter/Peverell/Gryffindor Manor
28 properties world wide- Black
Black Manor
12 Grimmauld Place
Gryffindor Castle
¼ Hogwarts Castle
Ravenclaw Roost- Ravenclaw ancestral home
¼ Hogwarts Castle
Investments:
Potter
Ford 35%
Jaguar 40%
Microsoft 45%
Flourish and Blotts 50%
Florean's Ice Cream Parlour 25%
Honeydukes 75%
Black
Knockturn Alley establisments 51%
Peverell
Nothing
Gryffindor
Hogwart
Ravenclaw
Hogwarts
Abilities
Wandless magic (95% blocked)
Shadow manipulation (100% blocked)
Fire manipulation (100% blocked)
Transfiguration affinity (80% blocked)
DADA affinity(25% blocked)
Healing factor (90% blocked)
Natural mind defences (100% blocked)
Blocks placed by Dumbledore
Harry stopped reading as he read past the blocks, as if unspoken Harry was escorted to a ritual chamber where the blocks were removed, horrbily and painfully. Harry thought that the cruciatus curse was childs play compared to these fourteen year old blocks.
Wincing, refusing to rest Harry dragged himself out of the ritual cha,ber and back to Bloodspear. "Anything else I can help you with?"
"I need a passport and a way to convert my accounts into Pounds and Dollars, as I'm getting out of here. I need training which I am not being provided with here." Harry explained and Bloodspear nodded.
"So I've noticed. Everyone who know's what they're doing are keeping tabs on you so far even Gringotts. Although you coming to us this early and asking us to assist you no-one else had anticipated. I must keep up appearances in the public to despise humans but the Potters and your other families have always done right by us and other magical species and the world repays you by annihalating your family to just you. The Goblin Horde Gring under Ragnok the third and Goblin king of the British Goblin clans shall assist you get out of the country."
It was now late morning when Harry stumbled out of the bank. Wallet bulging with muggle money, passport in his back pocket and his mokeskin bag full with galleons, sickles and knuts. Harry's mind was working quickly, with his hood up no-one recognised him. He slid past Mrs. Weasley who came out of the potions store arms laiden down with Eyes of Newt, Unicorn tail hairs, Fluxweed, Lacewing flies and several other things.
Harry entered Flourish and Blotts and left three quarters of an hour later arms laiden down with DADA, Transfigurations, Charms, Dueling, Runes and Arithmancy books. Deciding that was enough Harry headed to the Leaky Cauldron and caught the Knight Bus back to Privet Drive.
It took two more days to get everything prepared, including a quick second hand wardrobe, Harry had decided he'd get decent clothes whilst in America, his Visa had come through quickly thanks to the Goblins using aliases for Hogwarts and giving Harry some simple muggle schooling packages that they could generate into authentic muggle grades. His ticket had been purchased, Hedwig had delivered the letters and was now heading towards Palestine, Texas.
Fast forward a few days and Harry was now setting up his mother's farm house. He was a two mile walk from the nearest store and a three quarter of an hour bus ride to the nearest Mall.
Harry had made contact with the local magical community and was now running an immensley packed life. He was relearning all of his magic studies in a five month real time for a five year time loop and catching up with his mundane schooling. The term 'muggle', he found out had been made a racial slur, magic was more accepted between the magical and mundane communities, as long as Harry didn't deliberately show off the massive bits of magic like shapeshifting into an animal; turning children into animals; transfiguring food but simple things like summoning, banishing and levitating were accepted providing they were used discreetly.
Harry now found himself on a diet to help build up muscle and correct his malnutrition caused by his time at the Dursley's. He had always been on the short side of his year but now he had found himself easily one of the tallest now at 5'8 compared to his 5'3 and he was still growing, according to the doctors if he kept with the diet and exercised regularly he could easily make 6'0.
(England)
Back in England the Order of the Phoenix was fuming. Harry Potter had left his aunt and uncle's and was nowhere to be found, meanwhile Sirius and Remus had recieved letters from Harry saying he had skipped out of Britain to live his life and deal with Riddle when he was good and ready.
Five years flew by the second wizarding war had heated up. Attacks were becoming much more common, the Order of the Phoenix had been bolstered by new recruits fresh out of Hogwarts who had studied in the DA or Dumbledore's army. The original DA were now either dead, gone into hiding and in Ron and Hermione's case living together in a flat in muggle london.
Ron had taken to muggle life much better than Hermione had expected, after a few shaky incidents interacting with other non-magicals he had settled in and he was blown away by the sheer divergence in activities. Heck he was now playing in a regional qualifiying game of chess in a TOURNAMENT!
(America same time five years)
Harry had just graduated and had inadvertently won a sports and physiotherapy degree at University of Houston. He had taken an exceptionally keen interest in wrestling as a part time sport now he was in the supermarket picking up enough pasta to make a weeks lunch and other things.
"Excuse me, are you Hardrian Evans?" Harry looked around, he had gone by his mothers maiden name and birth name to give himself a clean break from his past as a sorceror. The mentally twenty four year old turned around to notice an impeccably dressed man staring at him. Even though the stranger was only dressed in jeans, white shirt and shoes they way he carried himself set Harry slightly on edge.
"My name is Wayne Keown..." Keown said and Harry's eyes widened.
"Dutch Mantel? What can I do for you?" Harry asked calmly.
"My grandson observed your wrestling tournaments both internal and external, I also understand you won a scholarship for sport and physiotherapy. What I'm offering you is a chance to wrestle professionally and to study evening courses in Sport and Physiotherapy."
That clinched it for Harry. He shook Keowan's hand and in that moment a legacy was born.
Keowan had a gym and physio studio not far from where Harry lived. Keowan had also called the University of Houston to say he was taking Hadrian Evans on as an apprentice to study a bachelor of sports and physiotherapy.
The course was stripped down from 45weeks a year to 36. They were all 8am-6pm Monday to Friday with the occasional Saturday with the 9 other weeks focusing on wrestling career on how to strike, counter, throw, grapple, slam, fall and other things.
The crowds were cheering. The camera's were flashing. It was his debut wrestling match against Bruiser Brody. Harry was excited, he was known as Texas Red. Under Keowan's training regime Harry had achieved a colossal height of 6'8 and due to his final inheritance at the age of 21, it was almost guaranteed he was going to hit 6'10. He was the exact same height as his opponent, Harry at the moment was weighing just shy 120kg slightly underweight for someone of his height so he was going to be marginally faster than his opponent who weighed in 128kg.
The referee was in the middle of the two wrestlers. Harry thought it was quite funny that a man standing at 5'8 was in control of a sport where the two competitors both towered above him and outweighed him.
The bell wrang and the match began. Harry stepped back allowing Brody to open up with a strong left jab. Harry staggered backwards surprised at the strength, dodged the right follow up and launched out with his own devestating left hand stopping the senior wrestler in his tracks.
"OH MY GOSH! TEXAS RED HAS JUST STAGGERED BRUISER BRODY WITH A STRIKE!" Shouted the commentator in amazement.
Brody grabbed Harry's arm and irish whipped him into the rope but Harry bounced off and landed a somersaulting flying lariat into Brody's chest flipping the man over and onto the mat.
"Kid, I'm going to send you into the turnbuckle and lay into you, fall onto the ring floor still in corner." Whispered Brody. Harry hadn't learnt just how much of wrestling was scripted in an unscripted manner, Keowan and Brody had sat down with him and said that Brody should win but to throw each other around.
The crowd loved the newcomer, he was taking the veteran crowd favourite to task! But they knew that Brody was going to win experience will triumph over inexperience.
The match dragged on for half an hour before Harry whispered "Time for us to finish this." Brody nodded from the armbar.
"Chokeslam and Tombstone kickout with Atombomb with the King Kong Kneedrop?" Harry nodded before being savagely turned around only to counter it with a hammer strike to the abdomen.
"THE THROAT HAS BEEN GRABBED! TEXAS RED HAS THE BRUISER BY THE THROAT!" Brody was lifted up and slammed hard into the ground to the sound of uproar of glorious applause.
Harry picked up the slammed Brody, scooped him up in a Kneeling reverse piledriver. The crowd began the pin count "1...2...OOOH!" Screamed the croud moaned as Brody kicked out. They winced as the Atomic drop connected and the King Kong landed visibly with a crunch on Harry's collar bone.
"WINNER! BRUISER BRODY!"
Harry cleaned up, shook hands with Brody and smiled. His name was out there and it was solely because of himself. He had lost his debut, but he didn't care now all he had to finish his education and then focus on his job full time.
He was Harry James Potter, now Hadrian Evans a sorceror and wizard and he was Texas Red. He had a taste of his own limelight, he was determined to make a legacy.