This story has a 10k word chapter that I got p.m.'s and reviews about being too fast so I tried to slow it down as much as possible. anyway hope you like the new revised chapter. The 10k chapter will stay up for the time until I finish re writing the story but that will probably be in a week maybe two tops.
IGNOREMEIMALINE!
It was at the tender age of 5 that I realised I was alone in this world and no one wanted me. The Dursley's spent my whole life treating me as a slave and no matter what the pain of the abuse they dealt to me I never cracked. I had since a young age realised my emotions only came to me at very intense moments and so therefore at school I asked for help and they explained I was a psychopath, meaning I couldn't feel emotions. they also said I might have Alexithymia which is a psychological disorder that causes the affected person to interpret emotion.
They started getting worse at that point and the abuse spread to more people and my life became a constant of abuse from a whole town just for being unable to feel emotion. It lasted a year but after my sixth birthday and overhearing a talk between my uncle and aunt about my parents and them being able to use magic, I realised I could use magic and so at the merger age of six I started to experiment and with it my abuse grew. I would test different ways to use my magic. I would think really hard and wish that it would give me food and just seconds later a loaf of bread and some ham was flying through the house and into my hands.
I was hurt badly and pain was a constant in those years but I persevered and held my head high. I started to control it at the young age I was at and magic started to become a sort of get away for me. I was able to lift small things with just a wave of my hand and a little push at my magic. it was exhilarating and it filled me with absolute joy when I lifted larger and larger items. When I was seven I managed to see a tv series about magic where they used a book as a focus. They also wore some cool outfits so with my merger savings I bought a leather bound book with parchment instead of paper and then I snuck into Dudley's room and went on the internet and searched up different ways that witches and wizards of old used magic and found a page where they said they wrote words with their own blood.
It scared me but stealing one of uncle Vernon's mechanical fountain pens was easy, it was the beating and no food for a week that got me. I was lucky however when they neither found my book or the pen and so one weekend when I could run out I managed to empty the ink and pour in a little blood then began writing down symbols I had seen on the internet and just covered each page over and over with dozens of different symbols. It was cool when I finally finished it but cramps had begun to develop in my arm and I was beyond tired so I set off back home but not before opening the book and channelling what little magic I could control into the book hoping all I could that it would work.
When the blood started to glow and the symbols started to arrange themselves on the pages in random patterns I knew it had worked. As I held the book open and thought of lifting a small rock from the ground, the pages in the book started to flicker by until stopping on one page and glowing an eerie mixture of dark red and acid green. The rock floated up and stayed in the air but just thinking about moving it caused it to move the direction I wanted. As I put it down I felt extremely tired and stiff but I hurried back to the house and hid the book before going to sleep.
Weeks passed and abuse was handed out in droves but with my new book it was manageable as I finally could do something I really liked. I learned of a symptom that gave you complete control over your memory. It was called Eidetic memory and I had officially found out from a specialist that I had Alexithymia and so therefore I still felt emotions but couldn't explain them or understand them all the time. I wanted Eidetic memory but it was genetic and therefore I wouldn't get it but I knew magic had to have an answer so at seven I used my book and started to channel power into it hoping and wishing it would give me what I wished and as the eerie glow started I felt a pain in my head that just increased as the glow increased until it became unbearable and I passed out.
When I awoke I noticed I was in a hospital and there was a nurse who I asked for an explanation of what happened but before she could all the memories of a dark damp and nearly lightless place flashed before my eyes and muffled voices were heard. It started to speed up and the dark place started to squeeze and soon I was in the brightest white room. My cries could be heard all over and nothing could stop my voice. My young body started to change and a year of memories flashed before my eyes. My parents talking about a prophesy about me and someone named Voldemort and also how I managed to fly on a toy broom before falling and being captured by a dog.
it all flashed by but then my parents dying started and I saw how my father and mother jumped out of their comfortable sitting positions and my mother ran with me upstairs as the doors exploded open and people started to fight. a few minutes later a snake like man appeared in the room with me and my mother but no amount of pleading my mother did allowed her to live and so she died as well before a spell I assumed flew towards me and then struck a shield of gold and flew back at the man but when he crumbled to dust a ghost flew out of his body and propelled himself threw me and as he did I felt my head start to hurt as my forehead split open with a wound. After that a man seemed to have come and was crying as he held my mother's body before leaving and a new man came in frantic before picking me up and leaving but being stopped by a giant of a man who took me on a flying motorbike to the Dursley's.
Then the abuse started and memories of me being cut, burned and even thrown into a bath of acid but I survived. More and more memories flew by until finally the memory of my attempt at gaining eidetic memory appeared and I realised what an absolute idiot I was for doing it but I still was happy with the results. I heard the nurse say I had suffered an accident and been in the hospital for a week during which they did normal check-ups and found the abuse. It was all reported and I was now free of the Dursley's and they had gone to prison, well the adults.
I sat there for a while before my eyes slid to the police officer and said "Can I get emancipated?" the look of shock on his face was hilarious but I was serious. Now that I remembered everything I might just be able to live alone and start to find my real people. "No absolutely not!" the officer said with a near shout. I turned my head slightly and said "I have eidetic memory and can remember everything plus that I am Alexithymia so because of that I am nearly always calm and collected along with logical" the nurse gasped before saying "Can you tell me the injury you sustained on your back and how you got it?" I nodded saying "The injury I guess your referring to is the gigantic acid burn that mutilated my skin into scarred tissue and now looks somewhat okay. it happened on a Tuesday when I was one year, 8 months, 6 days 53 minutes and 9 seconds old" she was crying silent tears as well as the officer but she nodded to the man and he shuddered before leaving and the nurse said "You won't get emancipation but maybe something else can be worked out" I nodded my mind now strangely calm and collected along with the fact that my thoughts and words were more grown up.
My thoughts were so different now it seemed as if I was much older but when I tried to find out why I started to see a completely different life of a boy name Tom Riddle who later grew up to become the dark lord who killed my parents and I had his memories because his soul was so splintered that it fragmented and a part flew into me. All his knowledge was now my knowledge but I was disgusted by it so with extreme concentration I scrunched up my eyes and used my magic to remove the memories that held no use to me meaning such as his day to day life and other such. The knowledge such as mature decisions and magical knowledge was saved along with the places he stored his soul but other than that and a few snippets of other useful information it all seemed to flow out of the side of my head as a glob of silvery goo before vanishing when it fell on the floor.
I neither wanted nor needed his day to day memories but he was so learned with magic and so good at acting and other things that I saved it for my own use. I would become great and no one would stop me so with a happy smile on my face I got up and with a small step forward I vanished from the then empty room. I appeared outside the leaky cauldron as it was called and ran through and asked for help into the alley and from there I ran through Diagon Alley and into Gringotts bank but not before stopping and reading the poem.
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn
Must pay most dearly in their turn
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, Beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
I smiled at the words before rushing in and going to a teller who could lead me to my bank accountant as I knew from Riddle's memories that the Potters was an ancient family who was known for their trading and warriors. The teller dismissed me at first but when I kicked him in the shin he looked at me angrily but before he could retaliate I said "I wish to see my family accountant" the goblin sneered and said "What would a 7 year old want with an account manager" I smirked and said "The Potter heir would like to know about his holdings" the goblin sneered again before leading me towards a room where I was told to wait and mere minutes after a goblin came in and said "Mr. Potter if you so are him, you will need a guardian here with you" I smiled and said "I swear on my magic that I am Harry James Potter" he looked startled but nodded when I lit my finger like E.T.
I saw the greedy gleam and said "Goblin I am neither in the mood for games or time wasting so emancipate me quickly as I know that you can and then allow me to see my holdings" the goblin growled but nodded and so with a bit of shuffling papers were handed to me and then signed with blood which I found out was a very magical conductive and binding liquid. As I finally finished writing the goblin handed me a ledger before saying "You Mr. Potter need to know a few things. Potters unlike some families are crafters and warriors and so are members of the War mage guild and the Craftsman guild because of this they had spent nearly 3000 years' cultivation this and made a grimoire with all their knowledge of craftsman magic and war magic so therefore it is your duty as one of the members of the two guilds to introduce yourself at the next meeting for the both" I nodded and my mind salivated at the thought of my family grimoire and all its knowledge.
The goblin then turned a few pages of the ledger for me and said "This is your account holdings, definitely not the largest as your family used more than 90% of their money to fund the last war and so therefore you only have one vault that is filled with family heirlooms and the grimoire whilst the other holds your family gold which measures at around 300 thousand galleons plus a few rare metals and other such" I nodded slightly annoyed at my family but I was happy nonetheless. I told the goblin thank you and left for the carts which took me to my heirloom vault where I found a few items that interested me. One was a potion that fixed eyesight which was something that all Potters needed, another was a Scholars satchel that could hold nearly 10 times its amount along with having near bottomless pockets and was charmed weightless. The grimoire quickly went in there and another item called the World Scroll that sent out bursts of magic every 15 seconds and copied all the magical information that came back from the 1-mile radius it had. it was already updated with the real world map so it was okay for use.
It also was able to zoom in and out just by tapping the area you wanted to zoom into. Fully zoomed out then it had a drawn compass that still worked and always pointed north. There was a cloak of sorts that had arms but no sleeves and so therefore the arms were visible and the scars running up and down my own showed off as I took off my sweater to wear the enchanted fabric that would give the wearer night vision and obscure their face when the hood was up also the hood could only be drawn down by the wearer so the anonymity would stay that. I left quickly after and then went to Ollivander's to get a wand and luckily it was still open.
I was quickly in through the door and with quick steps I had gone up to the counter and rung the bell before waiting. The man was quickly by my side and just asked sleepily what my dominant arm was and so I quickly said and he measured my arm length before looking through dozens of boxes before settling on one and when that didn't work he looked and tried again but we didn't get a match until fifteen into the count. The wand was made from Cedar and had a dragon heartstring. I left just as quickly and then with what little money that I had left after paying for my wand. I was going to use it to pay for lodgings at the leaky cauldron. I was going to stay there from now on until I turned eleven and went to Hogwarts but for the next few months I was going read everything I could about my business and if they had anything interesting I was going to make some stuff but first of all I needed to learn how to use spells so with the knowledge of how to remove the trace on minors for underage magic I decided to go to sleep and get some more money to have a weapon made plus I needed an ageing potion to remove the trace so as I payed for the room I left to sleep. I didn't get much sleep though as I read the family grimoire and learned as much as I could but I tried to rifle through it and let my memory do the work but it didn't stick and so therefore I figured it was enchanted to not let you cheat.
I woke up hours later with the book still open on the page that fascinated me the most. I had a slew of foci makers in my family long ago who came up with a way to make swords and other weapons along with jewellery into foci. I realised what a boon it would be when I saw that the family had hunted down all the people who had any long ago and religiously removed all mention of the foci's that were now considered a family secret. It would be a bonus to be able to cast magic with a weapon and also making it look like I could use windless magic which was rare in this world. It would take about a year to make the ring because of the ring component needing to be submerged in blood and three or more core materials had to be submerged as well to let the blood and cores get absorbed into the ring.
I got up and after months I finally took a shower and was able to relish it. It took a while but when I was finally clean and ready I left for a Jewellers where I would send my magic out and try finding the gem or metal that would fit me best. I ran around the whole alley looking for a jeweller and luckily a bit further behind Gringotts I found one. I saw all the gems they had on display and started to spread my magic out something I was proficient with from the time with my book that I now guessed I would never get back. It took a while but finally I found the gem that fit me, it was Mercury which represented Death, Mystery, Transformation, Travel and Divination.
Mercury when frozen and kept frozen during an etching process for a few runes could become a ring so I ordered one completely normal ring that grew with me and then left and went back to Gringotts and asked them to tell me where I could find a good blacksmith and they pointed me in the right direction but not gladly. They sent me to a dwarf who was willing to make the blade for me but he said that to make a blade of his calliper then it would take nearly 3 months at the least. I also asked him to add the strongest poison the world could find on the blade but other than that then it would take at least 5 months the dwarf had said but I was okay with that.
When the weapon business was done I went to a wand crafter on the edge of Knockturn alley. I was in there for quite some time negotiating with the wand crafter about a few cores and so finally I was allowed to send out my magic and found 3 cores that fit me. The first was the plume feather from a wind phoenix which represented Rebirth, Freedom and Longevity. A Heartstring from a Gorgon that represented Loss, Grudges and Mental Strength but the final core was the one I found fit me the most. A necromancer's heartstring which stood for Life, Pain and Sadness. All of the materials cost me 90 galleons with the ring costing me 40 galleons and the blade being the most expensive at 200 galleons.
As I left for the jeweller I realised I needed a bowl that kept everything in it fresh and dryable. It took longer than expected to find one but after an hour of browsing through the kitchen appliance store I finally found a bowl with a lid that was enchanted to do what I wanted. When that was done I got the ring and then took the extra amount of gold that I needed for a month's stay at the cauldron and paid the owner. I then spent the time reading and keeping the ring submerged in my blood that turning the mercury a silvery red.
Months were spent in a room reading and learning as many spells as possible. Most spells though were battle spells but the spells from Riddle's memories took just the first month to learn and master as I already knew the things he knew and so as I learned the spells I removed more memories. My goal was to remove all his memories from my mind after having learned everything I can from it. I was going to go after the items later in life and when I was stronger.
As I spent the few months before my eighth birthday reading and practicing I realised I was nearing the time when I should pick up the blade. it had passed 6 since the Dursley's which surprised me but I had been having so fun learning of the many family secrets I was privy too. I had read and learned about half of the book but I was still far from done and so I had set out nearly 6 months since I ordered the blade made. It was a quick pick up as I gained a blade with the handle of a French light cavalry sabre and the blade of a traditional Japanese ninjato. the scabbard was a simple work of art that was meant to be strapped around the waist and rest over your bum. It was beautiful and perfect being made from Dwarf Steel and imbued with Basilisk poison. it would forever be sharp and clean.
It was my blade now and in a few months it would also be my second focus. I had next to no love for my wand and would not miss it if it was destroyed. I knew that was harsh but that was just my view so going back to the room I sat and started to read again and so for the last of the time needed to make my ring I practiced and removed more and more of Riddle's memories. By the end of the wait I had removed nearly all his knowledge and knew how to do most spells even the dark ones but really what made magic dark or light. Magic is a power that is handled by men and women, a power that wanted to be used and liked being used no matter what for. Magic is a power that had no restrictions, the only restrictions it had were human morals.
I neither cared about morals anything else like it because for one I didn't understand it and on the other hand I just didn't care. It took months but at 8 and a half I finally had my ring and as my hand shook with my eagerness to put the now red hued silver ring with cracks of green, blue and black, on. As the ring flowed onto my hand I felt it shrink slightly and then magic coursed through me as the ring glowed and bonded to me. A smile lit up on my face as I raised my palm and pointed it towards the wall and spoke a clear spell "Stupefy" the spell hit the wall and then vanished. My emotions which I barely felt were now all focused don one thing, my happiness.
As my ninth birthday neared I promised to make myself and my old family proud. The two guilds wouldn't know what hit them as I joined them next summer at their meeting. It would be fun to see their faces as I destroyed their concept of the boy who lived.
IMALINEIGNOREME!
Hope you enjoyed, Peace Rakouta