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Title:
●Of House and Home●
Disclaimer:
I don't own the HP world-that clearly belongs to JK Rowling. However, this fic is mineminemine and no anyone else's. The idea though I got from other fics.
Cannon:
Harry Potter
Character:
Dark-Slytherin-Powerful-Harry-Ron-Hermione, Manipulative Dumbledore, etc.
Pairings:
Harry/Hermione/Ron Trio Love.
Genre:
Dark/Fantasy.
Rating:
M for Mature. There will be sexual references but no actual written NC17 sex… most likely.
Timeline:
AU Pre-Hogwarts and on.
Summary:
What if a Weasley, a muggleborn and the Boy-Who-Lived were sorted into Slytherin?
AN:
This is not originally my idea. This is off a few others that have been created, (though I don't think there are any actual completed) and I have liked the idea.
AN:
Harry's real name is Hadyn and he despises being called Harry because he's never been called that and everyone has labeled him such without even a by-your-leave. I will be referring to Harry as both Hadyn and Harry. I repeat: Harry and Hadyn are one in the same. They are one person, the same person, and the only difference is which name is called.
Currency
Black Kort-4 Paiges-$33,524US
Red Paige-100 Galleons-$8381US
Gold Galleon-17 Sickles-$83.81US
Silver Sickle-493 Bronze Knuts-$4.93US
Bronze Knut-$0.01
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●Prologue●
On the late night of Halloween in 1981 the current Dark Lord, going by the name 'Voldemort' at the time, had heard a prophecy. Choosing to go after the one as pure as himself, though he didn't tell his servants why he chose which to kill in person, the half-blood master of the dark arts crashed into Godric's Hollow, the summer home under Fidelius of the Potter's, and proceeded to kill the members of that family.
First he killed the father, a two-minute duel and a lucky "Avada Kedavra" properly sending him over to the afterlife. His menacing figure made its way to the second floor, coming to the nursery. The mother might have been able to get away if she hadn't sniffled, but it alerted him right away and he broke the door down like a raging bull, all too eager to finish the babe off before he was grown and at least had a chance to defeat him or cause him a nuisance.
He taunted the mother and she begged for her son's life, not really caring if she herself died any longer. Her true hope that maybe just maybe her son would live was failing her and a great feeling of betrayal spread through her heart. Peter Pettigrew had betrayed them and now it was too late to apologize to their other friends for not really trusting in them. Only Moony and Padfoot knew that Peter was their secret keeper. She hadn't even been able to tell Alice.
Voldemort decided to just get it over with, and he shot a killing curse towards the mother and her son (finishing off two birds with one stone) but something odd happened. It surrounded them both, and the mother died.
But the son did not. Instead, a curse scar was formed on the babe's forehead, a lightning bolt shape bleeding slightly. The green light, having no where to go as it hadn't taken it's second intended, shot opposite the scar and ran straight at the Dark Lord. It was simply a 'wrong place at the wrong time' thing. Such occurrences could happen to anyone really. Voldemort didn't have a chance as the coincidence of the bounce from babe to murderer affected everything.
The house fell around them, the killing curse causing shock waves from the soiled body. He was no longer human but a wraith, a piece of a man, the soul so dark and unready to go on the not even the offer of becoming a poltergeist would have had any effect.
A large man by the name of Hagrid came by and stepped over the two bodies and the ashy bits left of the Dark Lord Voldemort curiously searching for something. He wasn't the smartest man but he truly had a kind heart. He found the little babe with the body of his mother standing over protecting him only to discover a small plot of blood on the head, and the baby crying furiously though there was no actual whining.
Taking him away, he ran into the babe's two godfathers, but didn't relinquish him to the rightful place, stating that Dumbledore had ordered him to give him to no one but himself. The two men gave up the flying motorbike and ran off towards the house to find the bodies. Hagrid flew up into the sky and heard the mourning howl of a dog and his wolf. He didn't turn like his heart wanted but he kissed the babe who wasn't smiling, though seemed to be shocked into silence in the sky.
Landing in Surrey, on Privet Dr., He met up with Albus Dumbledore and handed little Hadyn (Harry?) J. Potter over to find a cat sitting on a fence looking in on a house. The cat turned only to turn into the head of Gryffindor House. They talked and Minerva insisted against what he was about to do. Albus Dumbledore was adamant though that he be placed with his last blood family and get a chance at childhood. The Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts butted heads with the old man, but he would have his way even if he had to Compulse her and all of his staff about staying away.
It was adamant that young Hadyn be there.
The spirit pf Lily Roselyn Potter cursed Albus Dumbledore in this moment.
It was also when the child was first called "Harry" and by the Chief Warlock of Wizengamot as well. His parents and dogfathers had never called Hadyn such a name, though it fit his hair. They had called him their nicknames for him, 'Hadyn' as such was his name, or 'Hade' for short. This odd name of 'Harry' was inwardly questioned by Minerva but as to her inferior to Dumbledore's class, she had no way to say anything, but to magically follow Albus.
And in the end, the little boy was left on the doorstep of Number 4. This door was to be the hero of the wizarding world's doom. Years went by and Minerva ached to see the boy that had called her 'Auntie Minnie Kitty' in his baby ways. How he knew she was a cat before she showed him her form, she'd never know.
…When children are born, they grow and journey into adulthood, a slow process with many stepping stones. This adventure happens to all children. There are steps that normal development seem to follow or hit like road blocks on a freeway. But as many have found, these also vary quite differently.
Wizarding children talk earlier and walk earlier most of the time, bigger stepping stones one might say; their magic pushes them on and helps them to develop. They reach maturity at the age of sixteen, though it differs for Lords and orphans. At fifteen, on their birthday, a coming-of-age called The Maturity takes place in which they are in pain, and according to blood rights and power levels, the amount of time can differ, the usual time being an hour or two. At seventeen they are officially adults.
Hadyn James Potter was a magical child and he was from a number of great and powerful families. But as his parents were dead and the world ignorant to the wants and needs of the child, he was left elsewhere. His childhood consisted of most stepping stones of an angry, enslaved, abused adult. But in this childhood he didn't hit some of the stepping stones he should have, as well as hitting some that he shouldn't have as well.
Fate and Destiny stood their grounds but things were twisting and turning and the early life of the Boy-Who-Lived was not happy or considered a childhood at all. The unboy's eyes were far older than they should have been. Destiny and Fate were washed away from where they should have been by this existing existence, and Hope was not present.
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TBC
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Okay, how did you like the prologue. This will be slow to posting but I have a few small chapters written up already. This is just the pro-piece to get your interest piqued. REVIEWS ARE NICE! more chapters possible.