Title: The Way The World Works (mxm) [A Harry Potter fanfic]
Summary: Nine year old Harry Potter discovers the wizard world on a fluke and decides he loves it. He creates a new identity and become someone else entirely. At eleven Harry recieves his Hogwarts letter, but it wont stop him from being him. And it helps that he's a metamorphangus and a little more devious then people think. When the times comes, they wont even know what hit them.
Rating: T (it may change)
Warning: This will be malexmale, however it will take a long time for that.
Pairings: Not sure yet
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else you may recognize.
Ch 1 - Rowan Balor Arawn
A nine year old Harry James Potter was standing in the kitchen once again cooking dinner for his family. He didn't have anything against the part where he cooked, no it was the fact that he couldn't eat any of it. He loved cooking. He had loved it ever since his Aunt Petunia had shoved him how, but if they thought he liked it they surely wouldn't let him do it anymore. And that was something he couldn't let happen.
Harry was different, he knew that. He could change his hair just by thinking of it. In fact he could change anything about him if he wanted it. It was the only way he got any peace, when he pretended to be someone else.
He was a lot smarter then ordinary nine year olds and had a photo graphic memory. He remembered everything he had ever read or seen, it was weird sometimes but it also served great things. With the memory thing he could make sure he never got better marks then Dudley and stay in the background. Of course that didn't stop them from beating him up though.
Harry loved math. Math and cooking was his favorite things and he had long since read up on math to know what was going on in the world. He knew which horses to bet on, which companys would go under within a year. Every chance he had he read the newspaper to know what was going on in the world he took. For an nine year old boy he was smarter then most adults. He also knew the signs of manipulation when he saw them, it was something he had trained himself to do to make sure no-one ever tried to take advantage of him.
This particular day was september the forth and it was closing in on nightfall. Harry had always loved the night and the peace it came with, but this day he had a feeling something big was going to happen and Harry had long since learned to listen to his gut feeling. It was what kept him alive in most cases.
So when he was finally allowed to leave and go to sleep he stayed in the cupboard under the stairs until the sounds of moving people stopped. When he was sure they were asleep he raised his hand to where the lock to the door would be on the other side and concentrated on making it unlock. It only took a couple of seconds before the lock clicked open and Harry went outside. He closed the door and locked it behind him and then stood still.
His hair changed and became a dark red and longer, his eyes becoming grey. In a few seconds he filled out and became seven years older. He pulled off the glasses that he no longer needed and concentrated on his clothes to make them fit. Ones this was done he looked like a whole different person. Even his smile was slightly different.
A sixteen year old boy now walked out of nr. 4 Private Drive, Surrey.
As Harry walked past the other houses he couldn't help but feel resentful, they had what he had always wanted. They had a family. As he walked he carelessy braided his long hair to keep it out of his eyes in the faint wind. He walked with no real theory of where and instead just concentrated on the beauty of the night. Before long he was at the train station and for once he took the chance. He didn't have a ticket but he had find that just staring someone in the eye he could make them do the most strange things. His eyes really were grey and his hair red, but a couple of years earlier his aunt had let it slip that Harrys mother had green eyes so he had changed his to green to feel closer to her and annoy his aunt.
When he stepped off the train he was somewhere that was definitely not small. Even if it were night people were still walking around and moving about. After some time he came upon a sign saying he were in London. Harry spent the next hour just walking around and following the flow. It wasn't the most productive thing to do but the longer he walked the bigger the map in his head became.
At 11:00 pm he came across a group people that could only be described as weird. The were wearing long robes, men, women and children alike. If Harry wasn't so weird himself he would have left them alone and went home and forgotten about them until his eleventh birthday.
However as it was he was weird and he didn't forget it. So he followed them as they walked away towards a part of the city he hadn't been to yet. When they entered a shady looking club called the Leaky Cauldron it was because of the fact that he could disappear completely should he want it that he went in. He pulled up his hood as he walked in and followed the company to the back where they opened a back-door.
Harry walked after them with silent steps that came from years of running from bullies and the only one that saw him were the bar-keep that was nice enough to not ask questens.
He could do so later, after all.
In the alley Harry watched as they took out a stick and pointed it at some of the rocks in the wall. He wondered what that was supposed to do, when suddenly the wall shifted and moved until where there was previously nothing at all was an open gate to what could only be described another world. He followed them in with a look of pure wonder on his face and all he could really think about was the fact that magic was real. Which meant that he wasn't a freak.
He soon lost sight of the people he followed as he walked around trying to understand what it was he saw. It was amazing! Everything was bloody amazing! The people were weird and some were just stuck up but it was still the best day of his young life.
Harry quickly made his way past the crowds until he came to a grand building that was a little awry. As he walked closer he was shocked to see small creatures that he guessed to be goblins or something standing in battle stance ready to kill anyone who tried to steal by the double doors. When he came upon the doors he saw the written message:
Enter stranger, but take heed,
for 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 then treasure there.
Harry shuddered. He didn't doubt that one would surely regret stealing from them and he was going to remember that. And so, he went in.
Inside it was a sight he never thought was real. There was high desks with the same grey creatures behind them with sharp teeth and the same people as before was walking around. He saw a couple of them sneering at the creatures and he couldn't understand why. They looked vicious and Harry didn't understand why you would want to alientate with them. It seemed like a terrible mistake to do.
Harry cautiously walked up to the closest desk and tried to look as friendly as possible. In his experience friendly was always better then sneering.
"Excuse me sir, but is it possible for me to set up an account?" The creature sneered at him and looked him up and down before calling out for a Snarktooth to come. The new creature that he now decided to call goblins whether he was right or not, came and sneered at him even more. It seemed like something the two goblins had in common.
Maybe they are related!
Harry was interrupted in his musings when they arrived at a door where Snarktooth pulled it open and pushed him through. Inside it looked exactly like what he thought a bank room would look like. Snarktooth stood behind the desk before looking up at him with irritation clear in his eyes.
"Name." It wasn't a questen.
"Harry Potter." Snarktooth narrowed his eyes before muttering to himself about stupid wizards, though of course Harry didn't know that. Harry watched with confused grey eyes as Snarktooth pulled out a bunch of papers and started putting them on the desk. Surely he would know if he already had an account, wouldn't he? Or was someone trying to keep him ignorant of the wizarding world. He knew the easiest way to manipulate people were if they had no idea what they were getting into and needed the support.
Snarktooth sneered again. "You already have a trust vault and a family vault, though you will need the key for the first one and be of legal age to the second one."
Harry almost snarled as he realized what this meant. He didn't have a key and no matter how old he looked at the moment he wasn't of legal age yet. "Would a blood test do?"
"It will do, but the ministry wont like it." This time Snarktooth snarled and Harry got the distinct feeling that he didn't like the ministry, whoever the hell they were. And Harry had learned that more often then not, the people that were subjected to injustice where the ones that knew the true character of people. It Snarktooth didn't trust the ministry then neither did Harry.
His voice was hard, a voice no nine year old should use. "Do it."
Snarktooth did something with his face that Harry supposed could be seen as a smile. It was down right creepy though and Harry wondered what the hell he had just agreed to.
"Give me your hand and don't move." Harry carefully stretches out his hand after he has changed back to his nine year old self, complete with the red hair and grey eyes. To his credit, Snarktooth doesn't even blink and Harry wonders if what he can do is normal in this world that he stumbled into.
He hissed as suddenly Snarktooth pulled a knife out of thin air slashed a cut in the middle of his hand. If it wasn't for his high pain tolerance he would probably have cried out, but all he did not was hiss and take a deep breath. The blood spilled down onto the parchment on the desk and Harry watched fascinated as words formed where the blood was sucked into the paper.
He could see the words that formed and that he was shocked was an understatement.
Full name: Harrison James Potter nee Evans
Date of birth: 1980 july 31st
Parents: Lily Rose Potter nee Evans and James Charlus Potter
Godfather(s): Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape
Godmother(s): Alice Longbottom, Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black
Muggle Guardian(s): Petunia Dursley (illegally), Vernon Dursley (illegally)
Magical Guardian(s): Albus Dumbledore (illegally) Sirius Black (legally)
Heir to lordship(s): Potter, Ravenclaw, Evans, Gryffindor, Black, Hufflepuff, Slytherin (by right of conquest), Le Fay, Merlin, Amour & Peverell
Estates: Potter Mansion, Black Mansion, Grimmauld Place, Hogwarts 25%, Ravenclaw Cottage, Godric's Hollow, Hogwarts 25%, Chamber of Secrets, Slytherin Mansion, Salazar's Manor, Hogwarts 25%, Durmstrang 71%, Helga's Manor, Hogwarts 25%, Ravenclaw Library (Hogwarts, the Restricted Section), Morgana's Cottage, Le Fay Manor, Avalon, Merlin's Manor, Amour Mansion, Evans Manor, Evans Cottage, Peverell Mansion, Cadmus Cottage, Ignatius Manor, Black Manor, Azkaban Island, Azkaban Prison
Investments: The Daily Prophet 64%, Zonko's 33%, Madame Malkin's Robes For All Occasions 41%, The Leaky Cauldron 16%, The Three Broomsticks 51%, Potter Inc. 88%, Evans Com. 67%, Flourish ans Blotts 14%, Burkin and Bergin 16%, Lorette's Inn 23%
Vault(s): Potter Family Vault, Personal Trust Vault, Merlins Vault, Black Family Vault, Rowena's Personal Vault, Ravenclaw Family Vault, Le Fay Family Vault, Morgana's Personal Vault, Sirius Personal Vault, Peverell Family Vault, Amour Family Vault, Helga's Personel Vault, Hufflepuff Family Vault, Slytherin Family Vault, Salazar's Personal Vault, Elizabeth's Personal Vault, King Arthur's Personal Vault, The Vault of Avalon, Evans Family Vault, Lily's Personal Vault, James's Personal Vault
Abilities: Metamorphangus, Parceltongue, Animagus form(s)
Curse(s): Horcrux (Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Lord Voldemort)
Block(s): 90% of magic (Albus Dumbledore), animagus (Albus Dumbledore), parcelmagic (Albus Dumbledore), creature inheritance (Lily Potter nee Evans)
Creature Inheritance: 1 third Veela, 1 third Vampyre, 1 third Wizard (human)
Affinity: Grey
Immunity: Love Potions (Veela inheritance), Compulsions (Vampyre inheritance)
Marriage Contract: Ginevra Weasley (illegally signed by Albus Dumbledore)
Payments: Molly Weasley (200 galleons a month), Ginevra Weasley (250 galleons a month), Ronald Weasley (200 galleons a month), Hermione Granger (200 galleons a month), Petunia Dursley (200 galleons a month), Vernon Dursley (200 galleons a month), Albus Dumbledore (450 galleons a month), The Order of the Phoenix (500 galleons a month)
Withdrawals: Invisible Cloak (Potter Family Vault by Albus Dumbledore)
To say that Harry was pissed would be an understatement. He was furious. Sure he may only be nine years old but he knew that stealing, it was wrong and that was what that Dumbledore man was doing. He was stealing from him and he was giving it to others who had no business taking his money! And worst of all was that there was nothing he could do. He was nine years old! Who would even listen to him?! And he wasn't even supposed to be with the Dursleys!
And what the heck was a Horcrux and why was it in him?! What kind of person leaves something like that in a baby?!
"Well thats bad." Snarktooth looked like something horrible had happened, which it had. Someone man was stealing from him! On the other hand, this could be turned in his favor.
"Do you send regularly statements to this Dumbledore man?" Snarktooth snarled again.
"Yes but they should have been sent to you, Mr Potter." The goblin sneered again as he started muttering insults in Gobbledegook at Dumbledore and his meddling ways. The man was a danger that had alienated the Goblin Nation in more then one occasions. And what he was doing now was pure deadly. Everyone knew you can't supress that much of ones magic without deadly consequences! The old man was going senile.
Harry meanwhile had aged himself to sixteen again and was thinking of different things to do. The first one was release his magic. He may not be old but he had enough common sense to know that if it stayed it would be deadly. The second thing was to remove whatever curse he was under and the third was to get some money to buy books for. He needed to know how the damn world he had just entered worked.
"I want you to remove all of the blocks and the curse. I also want you to keep sending the statements like you do now like I've never even heard of this place. For a fee of course."
He adds as he sees the way Snarktooth is preparing to snarl at him.
"Of course, if you will just wait here." And then Snarktooth leaves and Harry is left to his own devices. As he stood there and tracing the pattern in the stone floor he also realized that he wasn't a kid. A kid had a childhood and was happy. They could say what they wanted without the risk of being beaten to death. No, Harry James Potter was not a kid and he was going to ruin this Dumbledore man that saw it fit to control his life like he could.
And Harry was going to dance on his grave.
Snarktooth soon came back with two other goblins after him and a couple of items that he had no idea what they could be used for. They started drawing runes on the ground around him and said a short "Sit down." to him which he responded to immediatly. There was just something about them that terrified him.
"You will have to return to you natural looks." One of the goblins that had followed Snarktooth in said and Harry once again closed his eyes and concentrated on returning to his original looks. Snarktooth gave a curt "Good.".
The three goblins started chanting in a different language and Harry could feel something in him changing. Soon however it became to painful and a scream tore itself from him and his back arched from the ground he was laying on. His started blacking and it felt like he was on fire. He fainted a couple of times only to be rewoken to the pain when the goblins started a new ritual.
When he came to the next time, his whole body was sore and aching. Yet he was feeling like a weight was lift from his shoulders. He stood up on shaky legs and almost jumped to the roof when Snarktooth walked in.
"You're up. Good."
Harry sneered at him. "For you maybe, but I want to sleep."
"The final adjustments will be ready soon, then you can anything you want from your vault and no-one will know." Snarktooth sneered at him, and Harry got the impression Snarktooth wanted to hit something. Though he couldn't understand why.
"I would like to check out 200 of whatever currency this place has. I have books to buy."
Snarktooth sneered again and showed those creepy teeths. "Someone'll take you down to your personal vault later."
Harry was left looking into thin air as Snarktooth left again and he was left alone. His breath was elaborated as he tried to come to terms with and understand what he had just learned. Which was basically that someone was stealing from him. He didn't know what a veela was or what they could do and he had no idea what parceltongue was. He was clueless and he hated that. He hated that he was so young!
After waiting for what felt like an eternity, Snarktooth came back with someone else following him. "Griphook will take you down." And then Snarktooth left again to do whatever it was these creatures did. It was, after all, in the middle of the night and even Harry, who was used to little sleep, was starting to feel the effects.
By the time they came to his vault he was ready to throw up. He had never been one for roller coasters and he wasn't about to start now. He stood on wobbly legs as Griphook opened a vault and almost fell over face first when he entered it. It was huge! And it was filed with gold, silver and bronze.
"Take what you want, no-one will know." Griphook stated sounding almost bored.
"What is worth most?"
Griphook sneered. "The gold ones are called galleons and they are worth most. It's 17 sickles on a galleon and 29 knuts in a sickle."
Harry almost fell over. How can gold be worth so little! "I'll take 200 galleons then."
Griphook produced a bag, again out of seemingly thin air and started putting some of the gold coins in there. When he was finished he held the bag out to him and Harry gratefully took it. He was rich! He could buy his own clothes and the books he was going to buy! He wondered if he was going to have to go to some special school.
For the first time in eight years, Harry James Potter was happy. And Dumbledore had no idea.
Now he just needed a new name to use. Something unusual but ordinary at the same time.
Something you could forget.
Something like Rowan Balor Arawn.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! I'm not sure when the next update will be as this just appeared in my brain.
-FantasyDeath