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Summary: Harry became disenchanted with Dumbledore, so he works toward enlightenment, and this has several effects on the wizard, but what effects will it have on the world around him.

Authour Note: This started out as pretty much a trash story that I didn't plan to even write a second chapter to - Yet I've grown attached to it like it was my ugly duckling child. There will be no beta, just my writing and the purity of the mistakes I make. Should someone want to beta the story, feel free to let me know. The chapter below is probably the least fleshed out piece of work I've ever written - I could have separated all of this stuff into separate chapters and it would have been far more effective story telling. The reality of this chapter is more like an info drop before we get into fourth year, which is the stuff that I actually want to write out.

For those who are worried that I'm moving in a distinctively familiar path - I have several ideas that will separate this fic from the heard of similar works.

Digital cookies to whoever knows who the 'character' that Harry talks about is. He'll be mentioned throughout several chapters of the story, but I find that naming the character is somewhat cheesy and overdone. Harry doesn't need the name anyway, all he needs are the actions. Still, props to anyone that figured it out.

Harry will not be 'over powered' in this story either. It's a bit 'spoilerish' but for those who don't care and want to know why they shouldn't snub this fic, Harry will use his intelligence as opposed to the considerable magical power that he possesses. In other words, Harry could be over-powered should he bother to learn powerful magics, but he won't be bothering because he thinks his way is better.

BTW I know, my writing IS absolute shit. No I don't need you to tell me how to spell words like 'colour' 'favour' and such. Thanks for your time.

Chapter One: Disenchantment toward Enlightenment

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Why didn't Album Dumbledore do something about this?

A disenchanted Harry James Potter wandered the dank castle halls a few hours before the train back to the normal world would be departing. So far, the young raven haired boy had not experienced a relaxing, or even normal year at school. This year however, was the worst by far. It was not just because it was more dangerous than any of the others – and it was – but largely because he had hope of escaping the hell that was the Dursley's home, only to have it ruthlessly ripped away.

This year Harry had met with his godfather – Sirius Black – who had offered to take him in. They were going to get the man's name cleared, but everything fell apart.

Harry could accept this. Nothing else in his life ever seemed to work out after all, why would something like this. An hour or so ago, it occurred to the young wizard just what had been bugging him. Albus Dumbledore was one of the most respected people in the wizarding world. Most of the students at Hogwarts worshiped the ground that the old man walked on as though it turned to gold behind him. So why couldn't he use some of that clout to help get Sirius a trial?

The answer was simple, Dumbledore could have, but did not.

It filled Harry with rage to think about, making his magic react rather violently as well. The air around him was heavily saturated with the leaking magic, other students instinctively avoiding behind near the Boy-Who-Lived as he theorized.

The Headmaster was such an unreachable figure as well. Even if Harry wanted to plead his case, to beg for the elder wizard to do something, Harry doubted that he would get anywhere near Dumbledore. This simply spoke of a goal though.

'If you want something done right, do it yourself.' Harry thought, almost sarcastically to himself, still angry, but accepting the fact that once again, the adults wouldn't be able to help him.

Throughout all his years at Hogwarts, this, if nothing else, was a reoccurring theme. It seemed that it wouldn't be changing anytime soon. Already Harry had learned that most of the teachers at the school were people you couldn't trust... Why had Harry ever been expecting something different from Dumbledore, the young man didn't know. Thus far, Harry had been rather passive about the wizarding world. Just taking it in, learning, or attempting to learn, just like all the other students. It seemed that this had proved ineffective and a different strategy was needed.

Harry Potter was nothing if not flexible.

If the young Potter wanted to help his godfather, it would likely not help him to be learning a whole lot about magic. Rather, focusing on more intellectual pursuits and political machinations would be more fitting. Now that a plan was forming in his head, Harry walked with a purpose, but almost as though so entranced with his own thoughts that he couldn't actually see anything else. He boarded the train without even a single thought toward where he was going, and his friends sat next to the wizard, but Harry just made idle small talk, not even registering what he was speaking. He was too busy thinking the situation over.

When Harry came into the wizarding world, he created something of a character. A skin to fit into so that eh wouldn't stick out and could meet the expectations that people seemingly had for him. It was an ability that had been beat into him by the Dursley Family.

Perhaps it was time to shred that skin, as Harry doubted he could free Sirius with in a way that was befitting of his current form.

With that solidified, Harry turned toward what he should learn.

There were plenty of places that you could 'Owl Order' books from. Harry just needed to pick the ones that would be most useful for his current pursuits. Previously, the raven haired boy went for mostly Defense Against the Dark Arts books only. Now that he was leaving that attitude behind – History, Law, and books from other subjects so that he could catch up to his classmates level. Image would be important, and if he was perceived to be unable to score well on the basics of wizarding classes, he doubted that anyone in the Wizarding World would take him all that seriously when he went about getting the acquittal.

There were also several things that he could learn from the Muggle World. The Wizards were painfully lacking in a few departments of intellectual ponderings. Before Hogwarts, Harry hadn't bothered to learn anything more than the bare minimum in the Muggle World either – But the thirteen year old knew that these things existed. Some books on philosophy, psychology, and various other subjects certainly wouldn't be remiss in his plan.

With that vague plan in mind – Harry Potter started his summer 'vacation'

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The first thing that Harry did when he got home was to threaten his darling relatives into treating him decently with the threat of his rather infamous godfather. The second thing was to order a number of books he saw fitting to his current needs, has he'd thought about on the train home. The third thing, was simply enough, to get a library card.

The library itself was so empty other than the one worker that any sound made echoed throughout the whole building. When Harry asked about why it was such, the worker got a sad look on their face for a moment before replying, "Technology is taking away any need for physical books like this. It's nice to see a young man like yourself here though. It gives me hope for the future."

Technology... That was something that Harry would have to touch upon in the future. At the moment it was too big of a task to undertake. Some part of it though, felt like too large an advantage to ignore.

The atmosphere in the library was relaxing, even as Harry started to read an extremely heavy book on the basics of philosophical outlooks, he didn't tense up at all. In that moment, the young body decided to make this somewhat of his 'base of operations' for the summer.

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The first week of vacation was more relaxing than Harry had expected. The Dursley Family left him alone for the most part after the threat that was made, so other than meals, Harry didn't have to deal with them. Reading was more of a relaxing experience than Harry had thought, and he went over most of the books form first and second year in addition to the ones that he read at the library.

It felt good – To actually exercise his mind as opposed to letting it rot away beneath the little act that he'd been putting on for the majourity of his life.

New books came at the end of the week. DADA, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Law, Politics, History, Astronomy, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, and several other books were covered in the bulk order.

It would be easy to give up when looking at the monstrous task that stood before the Potter, but he wouldn't allow that of himself. He was far too stubborn and wanton of his own goal.

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Psychology was one of his favourite subjects thus far. The look into the way that humans in general worked was something that Harry had come to appreciate and take to heart. Yet, for every rule, there was always an exception. For every Bystander Effect, there was someone that actually stepped up to help without hesitation. It was hard to predict humans, hard to truly put their nature into a page and say that something was surely always undoubtedly going to happen.

He even learned several things that Harry could consider himself when going through the Muggles intellectual properties and discoveries.

Harry was a nihilist in that he didn't really believe that there was any meaning in life. He was a misanthrope in that he in general knew that you couldn't trust or have belief in humans in general. They were a greedy and selfish people that would let you down, not to mention rather unpredictable. And he subscribed to Apatheism, in which whether god existed or not didn't matter, and shouldn't be talked about as it was utterly irrelevant in his human life.

These were words that only lightly described him. After all, Harry was only thirteen going on fourteen. He was a bit young to be so utterly cynical. The more that he read though, the more that these traits developed. The young green eyed boy felt good about that though, he was forming his own opinions. Maybe they weren't suitable for his age, but they were his own.

The librarian was starting to notice the fact Harry was moving into such heavy subjects and thoughts and tried to redirect him a little bit, "Perhaps you could try this. Several young people read things like this. It's the first one in the series... It would be a nice break from the things you currently read."

"Thank you so much, Miss. I appreciate you sparing me the thought." Harry demurred, taking the offered book and promising to read it.

The smile he got from the kind woman was worth it – It also made him feel better. Like maybe he was wrong, maybe humans were deserving of hope.

The second that Harry left her presence the thought was gone and he went into a trance as he quickly sped through the book that he had been handed.

The the next – and the next.

A character in the book was particularly compelling that made him want to keep reading, despite the fact that Harry felt he'd outgrown such fictionally aimed books. Harry through the useless information out, like the other characters that he couldn't care less for, names didn't matter either, just the actions, the personality, the beliefs. It gave the young boy a new way to aim his pursuits that made a lot of sense for his current goal.

Originally the Potter had thought he would work on gaining respect by learning everything he possibly could and almost forcing them to respect him, all the while diving into the political drama that existed in the Wizarding World. The novel he'd just read pointed him in another potential direction.

Information.

It made the world go around, and that wasn't an exaggeration. Harry was thirteen, and there weren't a lot of ways to gain information that would get him in a place he could force his wants on others, or direct them in a way that he could get what he wanted, but he wouldn't be thirteen forever. This was perhaps the best way to get what he wanted, well not being so caught up in the mess that was politics. Never mind the fact that finding an 'in' to to speak was going to be difficult when it came to politics. Sure, Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived, but he was just that, a boy. This way would be more subtle and something that he could do from the shadows instead of being out in the open.

The character in the book had become feared simply because he sussed out so many secrets that no one would dare to touch him in fear that the character would allow those secrets to come to light.

Harry wanted that, far more than he could put into words.

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It was childish, in a way, to try to form a goal around something that was read in a teenagers novel. Still, there was a saying that went something like, 'if it ain't broke, don't fix it' that Harry found fit this situation perfectly well. So first thing was first, he needed a way to securely gain and keep information. When it came to the Wizarding World, this was made difficult.

In the book that Harry read, the character in question had used technology to keep and gain information in a lot of cases.

Now, Harry knew that it was possible to make technology work in the Wizarding World. They had bus' and cars after all, even if the flying car had been an illegal creation. So there was a way to make something like a laptop work, and Harry would figure it out. Writing inordinate amounts of information with a quill and parchment was a moronic way of gathering and keeping information, as well as overly time and space consuming. Time that could be better used in other avenues. So, the first step in his little plan was to learn to make technology work in the Wizarding World, perhaps even finding a way to use magic in running it, as opposed to electricity. Something that Harry knew wouldn't be that easy, because surely if it was, someone would have already done it.

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Harry came to realize in his research that many people had made Muggle-Technology work in the Wizarding World, but it was considered illegal. Conservatives at work, and probably one of the best examples of conservatism that Harry had the good will of seeing as an example. Sure, in the Muggle World there were several examples, such as the non-acceptance of homosexuality, but this wanton hold on the idea of Muggle-Technology somehow being inferior to something that the Wizards could create, and thus shouldn't be used, was almost to be admired.

As illegal as it was, Harry would have what he wanted. Legality didn't concern him so much, besides, part of his goal was finding a way to get his godfather to be acquitted of his crimes. A small section of time was simply set aside to help the young Potter to find a way around the moronic laws against the use of Muggle-Technology, and it wouldn't be long before the green-eyed boy found something that he could use.

Nothing stood up long in the face of such pure and stubborn determination.

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Finding a way around the laws wasn't exactly as simple a matter as Harry had been expecting. Clearly, this section of law was given a lot of thought and careful revision.

He did find out how the other people had used magic to make technology work though. It was Ancient Rune's that held the solution to that little problem. Adding several protection, powering, and such runes would work toward that result. It was actually an example in the Rune textbook, stating that you could make Muggle-Technology work in the Wizarding World, but you cannot! Oh no, that's illegal!

As though that little warning would stop him.

With that in mind, Harry entered the Wizarding World for the first time in over a month. Diagon Alley would have several things that he wanted. First and foremost, Harry needed to visit the bank. He'd been remiss in not asking for reports on just what his assets left from his parents were. After which, he would take money out and go back into the Muggle World to get the planned laptops for experimentation, a cell-phone perhaps, and he was in need of new clothing. Wizarding clothing was distasteful to Harry, as robes were cumbersome and got in the way. He'd already set his mind on wearing Muggle Clothing even when he went back to Hogwarts, if robes were needed, he would wear only the outer set, nothing more.

He'd checked the rules – Nothing against it. It was just a uniform, so people simply assumed that wearing it was a rule. Harry felt no need to follow such limitations that were simply in place due to social shunning of those that didn't easily fit in. He could handle small dirty looks and such, it wouldn't affect his own choices. Not anymore, that was his old skin. Now he was being himself.

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The bank had a lot of useful information. It also provided him with a political entrance should he want it. It was fortunate that Harry found a separate way of getting what he wanted, as if he'd found this bit of information first, well, things probably would have gone a lot different.

Seat at the Wizengamot aside Harry's finances were out of control. He didn't know who, but the truth of what exactly his inheritance was had been forcibly kept from him. The raven haired boy could only assume it was Dumbledore, but that was beside the point.

The Goblins were clearly not to be trusted, if they allowed this to happen.

Harry didn't trust humans either of course, but at least in the Muggle World there was always a balance. They couldn't take much of your money, or allow others to do it, because they were too closely monitored. After all, in the Muggle World everyone knew just how untrustworthy the person next to you was.

Aside from the numbers not adding up – Harry had a more than considerable amount of money. He made it quite clear to the goblins that he would be taking everything out of their establishment as far as money went, though the books and properties could stay under their management. The goblins were unhappy and panicked at the fact the boy was taking the majourity of his assets out of the bank, but the hardened eyes couldn't be argued with.

Harry left that bank with a check for over three million pounds, or 3,735,148 dollars.

To say that the banker he'd made a new account with in the Muggle World was shocked would be an understatement.

Harry knew that humans in general couldn't be trusted with a large amount of money being suddenly thrust onto them. That's why people who won the lottery always fared so poorly. It was also, why Harry knew better than to frivolously spend any majour amounts of money. Instead, the Potter had a banker assigned to his assets and instructed them to start investing one third of his money, as to make some return on the money. Otherwise it might get withered away in taxes and continued expenses.

A credit card in hand, Harry left that bank with a small smirk pulled to the corner of his mouth. He honestly felt rather accomplished, and he liked the feeling.

It hadn't been that hard to pull off, a little bit of exasperation over the fact that people assumed him to be so young, and he was set. Properly pulling off a lie was mostly about the amount of confidence that was placed in it – That wasn't books talking, but rather, experience.

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Three laptops, a smart phone, and a whole wardrobe later, Harry was about ten-thousand pounds down. Which honestly didn't bother him much. Perhaps that was the problem people with money gained? He'd have to be more careful, but that was beside the point.

Most of the wardrobe consisted of long sleeve black shirts and black, extremely fitted jeans. Perhaps a trait that he'd gained from the character from the book he enjoyed the thought of emulating. Or, perhaps, it was simply because it was the clothing to wear should be go through with his plans of wearing Muggle Clothing to Hogwarts.

A nice pair of fitted, black, high-top sneakers had done him wonders as well. Now the only thing that needed dealing with was his glasses. Toward which, Harry had his dear Auntie produce an appointment for, after he promised that he would pay the expenses. Contacts would work wonders, in both protection because they couldn't be used against him, but also in looks.

Harry could feel himself becoming slightly more vain... Which didn't bother him at all.

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By the end of the summer Harry was caught up with any other student his year in all subjects, not bothering to learn the fourth year stuff, instead using that time to learn Wizarding Law and Runes, as well as the Muggle subjects that interested him.

He'd gotten the laptop to work, although it hadn't been an easy process. He'd gone through far more than the original two, has he forced himself to admit. Once he had the idea down though, he easily enough got his phone to work as well.

Now he just needed the information that he planned to use. This was something that would take several years, Harry was sure, so at first, he would need to keep on a strict goal on Sirius as opposed to his plan to be like the character he found so appealing.

Even the young Potter knew that he had overworked himself a ridiculous about in the past few months, it would be nice to attempt the impossible. A long but normal year at Hogwarts – A year that even the likes of Harry James Potter could be nothing more than a normal student. At least, that was what said boy was hoping for. At this point, the misanthrope had learned not to expect so much of the people around him.

And what a sad thing that was.

There was also an interesting little scant of information on the existence of Metamorphmagus' and just what it meant in reaction to the young information hunter. When he was young, Harry could remember growing back his hair in to time at all in order to avoid embarrassment at the hands of his peers. When reading about the Metamorphmagus ability in his Transfiguration text book – Harry guessed that he might have a lesser potent version of the ability.

A little bit of playing around and Harry realized that he could actually tame his hair with the ability! He could also move his scar with intense concentration, and change his eye colour. He could change his hair colour as well, but any majour changes to his composition where beyond him. Full Metamorphmagus could change their whole body, including their gender. It was, perhaps, one of the soon to be fourth years most useful abilities that he'd found.

The discovery had him permanently removing his scar, keeping his hair straightened, and his eyes turned a deep red at most times.

The character from the book showing deeply on his looks as well. In fact, Harry could say he'd pass as a little brother of that character when he looked in the mirror. Perhaps he actually considered the character something of an older brother as well. After all, he'd saved Harry from not only potential mediocrity, but also the cesspool that was politics.

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