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Harry James Potter
Future Lord Potter
'The Boy Who Lived'
Defeater of 'He Who Must Not Be Named'.
All of these are the name of one boy. Names given to him before he could even talk or walk. He was already given a role to play in life. He was to be the next leader of the light, and defeat Lord Voldemort when he returns. The latter not many knowing about.
Potter was supposed to be the greatest wizard since Merlin. More powerful than Dumbledore or Voldemort. He was destined to bring a new age of peace, prosperity, and growth in not only the wizarding world, but the muggle world as well.
And where was this wizard at, the so called second coming of Merlin at. Was he training to defeat Voldemort. Learning of his responsibilities as the next Lord Potter. Or just living a normal happy life until he had to put away his childish life and take care of what he was destined to do. No. He was doing none of this.
Currently a seven year old Harry Potter laid at his home,the Cupboard under the Stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Where he has lived ever since he was dropped off by Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, and Hagrid, when he was fifteen months old.
Right now the seven year old Harry Potter laid on his 'bed', if it could even be called that. He had cuts and bruises all over his body, not to mention the scares and odd color skin that hadn't healed properly. Harry Potter was laying on his 'bed' trying not to move or he'd just feel more pain. He was wearing his cousin's hand me down, dirty, and ripped clothes while his glasses were on the floor, broken by his Uncle Vernon after his most resent beating.
Today's beating was because Harry didn't cook Vernon's stake properly. Saying he wanted rare not medium rare, which turned into another beating from his Uncle and later his cousin joining in on the 'fun'.
Harry laid there, motionless and soundless. In to much pain to sleep, to hungry to move or properly sustain himself, his magic barely healing himself, barely keeping him alive. And all he could do was think.
Think about his life. What he's gone through, why he was treated like this. How some one could be so cruel. Why no one loved him. He cried for his parents, ones he'd never no or get to see. For the love he'd never get.
And in that moment he had to make a decision. One he would continue living in this house, take the beatings. And one day he would be introduced into an amazing world where the possibilities were limitless. But even then he would have very few friends, have to go through the hard ship of unwanted fame. Each year having to face dangers he wasn't ready for, dangers he would barely survive.
He would be forced into a life full of lies and deception, but he would be okay with that. For he wouldn't know what true love is, what the care of a mother or the want to protect you like a father was. He would be used at every turn of his life and not know in the slightest. He would live an unfruitful life, die in the end, by himself with no one. He would be another name in the text books, where they would twist the truth and his real life wouldn't be none.
No one would no the hardship he went threw with the Dursley's, the pain he went through at school. All the rumors and lies. One moment he was the next Dark Lord the next a hero. And he would forgive them, for he needed, he craved love, attention, anything that prove he was someone, not an invisible no one that was worthless, a nobody, a freak. He wanted some one to prove everything the Dursley's said was wrong.
Or he could leave, make a life for himself. Go through more pain then he has ever experienced. Work hard than ever. He would go through times were he has no one, the loneliest times of his life. But in the end, it would all be worth it. He would be the most powerful wizard alive, he would have true love. He would be in control of his life, he wouldn't be a pawn. He would have true power, an immortal being unrivaled by anyone.
And he chose the latter.
But to have this life he would begin his hardship right away. Harry sat up, body flaring in pain, keeping his screams of pain in after years of practice. Years of being beat for showing any kind of emotion. He put everything he needed into a bag, which was some clothes and all the money he was able to steal from the Dursley's. He unscrewed the door of the cupboard, and slowly walked to the front door, trying his best to walk through the pain.
Already having his shoes on he unlocked the door and left. Limping down the street, getting as far away as he could from this hell on earth. He walked and walked and walked. Hours, minutes, seconds, how long had past. Harry didn't know, he didn't care, he just knew that every step was one further from his hell, and closer to a new life, some where he could be happy.
Harry leaned over, placing his hand against the wall and dropping his bag. He couldn't go any further, he didn't know where to go. Harry put his back to the wall a slowly slide down. He looked around to see he was alone. Under some bridge, it was dark and cold, and he was alone. This was his worst nightmare, he was going to die alone, no one would remember or care that he was gone.
"Help!" Came the quite, brittle, and croaky voice of the famous 'Boy Who Lived'. "Please!" he continued in the same voice, filled with fear and sadness. "Please." He whispered one last time as his left conscious him and his life fading.
But he wasn't completely alone, there was one thing he still had left, his magic. In one final attempt to save it's master all the magic he had left pulsed outward, trying to reach anyone that would recognize his magic to come save him, or recognize he was in trouble and be kind enough to help. And it worked.
"Master Potter!" Said a small unknown grey creature."What has happen to master?" he said as he grabbed the young wizard and brought him to where he should have gone to live.
One month later
Harry didn't die, but he wished he had. There was nothing, well for the first few seconds, and then the horror began. All the pain, sadness, fear, hunger, every dark and painful emotion he'd gotten over his seven years of living with the Dursley's came at him all together. And it didn't stop there, the emotion just multiplied each second, becoming worse and worse, as he was forced to relive the worst part of his life.
His entire body burned, and there was nothing he could do. And there was no telling how long this went on for, but it felt like years had past as he watched his horrible life flash before his eyes. He thought he was dead, and this was his life flashing before him. But eventually it started to subside. Slowly, very slowly the pain began to lessen. Until it stopped at a certain level of pain. It still hurt extremely, but compared to what he was just enduring he was happy he could finally handle the pain.
Thoughts flew through his mind, now that it wasn't flooded with emotions.'Was this what it's like to be dead? Am I dead? And if not where am I? If I am dead why do I still feel so much pain?' Thought the young wizard as he seemed to be floating through darkness, the memories stopped but there was still pain.
Every now and then images and lights would appear. Images of the largest room he has ever seen, with dozens of small grey creatures running around the room, but he couldn't make out what the image or the creatures were. Or why he was dreaming about.. well whatever it was.
And then one day he 'woke up', or he thought, thinks he did. Harry laid there staring up at the giant stone ceiling. He tried to look around but felt that same pain he has been feeling the entire time spike throughout his body. But his years of taking beats has made his pain tolerance high, especially if he didn't do his chores just because he was in pain he would be in more.
Harry swung his legs over the large bed. He looked around to find himself in a room larger that the Dursley's entire house. There were dressers and stands around the room. Books littered everywhere, to very comfortable looking reading chairs in front of a coffee table and a fireplace.
"Oh, Master Potter is awake! Toby be very happy young master is okay." Said one of the grey creatures Harry saw running around.
Harry had gotten very good at hiding emotions and staying calm so he wouldn't get punished for begin happy or getting mad at one of the Dursley's, so he stared at the creature with no emotion visible on his face.
"Who are you?" Harry said in a raspy voice.
"I be Toby, loyal house elf of the Potters. I be loyal only to you master." Said the now identified Toby.
"What's a house elf?"
"Oh, Master Potter be hurt. Here drink this." Toby said handing him a large glass of water that Harry immediately downed.
After Harry was done drinking the glass of water he looked up to get a better look at Toby. He had pointed ears as well as a pointed nose, his skin was slightly grey. He was about four feet tall, standing taller than Harry's three foot eight.
"So.. you're a... house elf was it?"
"Yes, Toby be Master Potter's house elf." Toby said with glee.
"What exactly do you do, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Oh, no, Toby don't be minding at all. Toby be serving Mister Potter." He said with the same giant smile."Toby be Master's personal servant. Toby be helping master with his everyday things."
"Um, why do you serve me though?"
This caused Toby to gasp."Master and family be very important and powerful. Toby and family serve Potters." Toby said with his smile now back on his face.
"I don't think you understand what I'm asking." Harry said making the house elf frown.
"I apologize for Toby's actions." said some one who sounded much older and educated.
Harry turned to find another house elf. Only this one was taller, looked more mature, and had black hair, as well as his features being more human. With his ears being not as pointy, as well as his nose, and his skin not being as grey. And there was also the obvious part that he could speak better than Toby. And he was around five feet tall, which was a lot taller than Harry.
"He's just a little excited at meeting his new master, he is still young. His father was supposed to be you're servant but he past. So Toby will be your personal servant. He will be with you at all times and will help you with whatever you need. Before you begin, let me explain why you are here." The new house elf began before Harry could ask his questions."First off Harry, you are a wizard." The house elf said pausing for dramatic effect smiling a little."Huh. You're taking this a lot better than I thought you would have." The older house elf said as Harry showed no emotion on his face."Don't believe me, ah."
"No, I believe you. It would explain all the stuff that happened when I was younger. Like things flying around when I'm angry, or fires starting. Or appearing some where, were it should be impossible for me to get. Even when I would talk to the snakes in the garden." Harry explained still showing no emotions.
"Huh. I see."
"So, where am I?"
"You are at the Potter manor. Where all your relatives have been born. Not all have been raised here though, for there are many other houses on the manor property. You father, James Potter, is, was a very important and powerful wizard. And you're family, the Potters, are one of the oldest wizarding families in the wizarding world. The Potters even helped build Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts?"
"It is accentual a school for wizards and witches. You will be going once you are eleven."
"So what now?" Harry asked still not fully understanding what was going on.
"What now, what now?" The older house elf asked as if it was almost insulting."Now you must prepare yourself, you must become the next Lord Potter. You will be able to do so on your eleventh birthday."
Harry sat there trying to think everything through. He was a wizard, that much he understood. His family was powerful, wealthy, and important. He was important, he could, would be the head of the House of Potter. He could make a life for himself, make his name mean something. Harry was determined to do everything he could. To become powerful, to not needed to rely on anyone. Make it so people had to rely on him, so he was needed, wanted. He would never be treated anything like how the Dursley's did. He would make sure of that.
"How do we get started?" Harry said with determination.
"Wonderful!" The house elf said gleefully."First off I am head house elf, Markus. We are currently in the Potter manor. Which has been built almost as long as Hogwarts. And is about half the size of Hogwarts. With fours stories, an outdoors pool, as well as many muggle sport's court. Lot's of plain fields to walk, a large garden on the west side of East side of the castle. And completely surrounding the manor are dense woods filled with many creatures that have promised to protect the manor, as long as they are allowed shelter on manor property. An agreement made with the Lord Potter that made this castle.
Harry stared at the house elf in confusion, only really understanding half of what he said."If the Potter's are supposed to be these greet wizards and witches. Then how did my parents did in a car crash?"
"What?!" Yelled the house elf in anger and confusion."Lord James Potter, did not die in a car crash. Neither did Lady Lily Potter." The house elf scoffed at the very idea."To even think they would die in such a way is to spit in the faces of the late Lord and Lady. They were considered two of the best wizards/witches of their generation. They foiled many of Voldemort's plan."
"Whose Voldemort?"
"He is the worst wizard to live. He was a Dark Lord who tried to take over the wizard world. There was a war that ended around seven years ago, when you stopped him."
"How could I stop him, I was just a child?"
"Yes, I'll get to that. You're parents told us that one day they were leaving. They had heard of a prophesy that either you or a Nevile Longbottom, fit the description of."
"What was it?"
"You will learn in time, young Master Potter. For now all you need to know is that the Dark Lord found out, and he tried to kill both you and young Longbottom. He didn't succeed with the young boy or you. By the time he found Lord and Lady Longbottom they had already put their child into hiding. But you weren't so lucky." Marcus said with sadness and it made him look older and tired."You and your family went into hiding. But they were found, the Dark Lord broke through the wards and fought your father while your mother tried to escape with you. But your father wasn't strong enough to face off against him directly and he died fighting him off. When he found your mother she was trying to protect you, but was killed in the end also. Obviously we don't know the full story. But we think when he tried to kill you the spell some how bounced off you and killed him instead. Making you the first one to survive a killing curse, which is a very dark spell with the sole purpose of killing."
Once he was finished with his story the room fell silent. Harry didn't know how to react. Years of being told your parents were drunks, that your mother was a whore. Drug addicts, freaks, that died in a car accident. And now he was finding out they weren't any of those. That they were magic. They were well known, powerful, and wealthy. And died protecting him, a nobody, a waste of air, he was the freak.
"So now what? What do we do?"
"Well that is the question young master. But there is much to do. We must train you, for the prophecy is still going on, you will fight the Dark Lord one day."
"But what is the prophecy?"
"You will learn it in due time. It isn't needed now and you have much to do. But you are weak, there are various seals on your body, we do not know who placed them on you, but they are sealing your magic away and our elfin magic can't break it. There also seems to be some kind of dark magic on you that is hindering your abilities, in all aspects too. Physically, mentally, and magically, it's a miracle you can even use magic. luckily our elfin magic seems to effect that, so we are currently looking for a way to break that."
"We?"
"Yes. You didn't think that we were the only elves did you." Marcus said motioning towards him a Toby.
"How many other elves are there?"
"In the house right now..." He said thinking."I'd say around fifty, another fifty on the grounds, and around four to twelve at each of the houses on the grounds. There is much to do, but for now you need to rest, your old injures are still hurting you and you need time to processes all of this. When you wake we will explore the castle and we will get to woke on making you the next Lord Potter. Now off to bed." Marcus said as he shewed him to bed.
As soon as Harry's head hit his soft pillow he was asleep. He had never felt something so soft and warm, and without all the pain it felt amazing. When he opened his eyes again he wasn't in bed, he knew he was dreaming, because he saw himself. He was older, a lot taller, he looked healthier, and happy. Their were kids running around him yelling for him to hurry up.
They all were happy, this was the first time, since Harry can remember that he had a happy dream. He had a family, but he knew it wasn't real. But he would make his dream a reality, he would have a family of his own and he would treat them nothing like the Dursley's treated him. He would protect them from the world, and would change the world to protect them from the truth. The truth that the world is a horrible place with horrible people. That in the end you are alone.
He would have a family, he would protect them, he will be happy. But first, he would have to avenge his old family, one he didn't remember, one he knew he would have had an amazing life with. He would kill Voldemort and become strong enough to protect his family and loved ones, no one will ever treat him as the Dursley's did. He would make sure of that.
Two days later
Harry woke up two days later, he was so exhausted from using so much magic, even if he didn't know he was using any. But as soon as he left his magic was working overtime. It was healing him, guiding him, fending off people to ignore him, and finally signalling for help. And that was only that one day. For the past years his magic has been healing him from beatings and near starvation. Magic he wasn't even supposed to have, magic that was supposed to be sealed away. But it broke through, if barely, to protect it's master.
He woke up with more energy then he has ever had. He still had the usually pain from old beatings that never held, but he still felt he could run a marathon. He almost didn't want to get up from the incredible soft bed he was laying in. But he knew he had to, he had a job to do. He would make his family proud of him and he would become the most powerful wizard ever. Merlin be damned.
Harry walked across the large room and opened the large double doors into the hallway. They were just as big as you'd imagine. With dozens of doors on each side of the hallway. He had no idea where to go, so he began to wander. He walked past dozens of doors, paintings, suits of armor, vases, and all kinds of other decor.
Eventually he found his way into the kitchen. No doubt his nose lead him there, he hadn't eaten in over a week, courtesy of the Dursley's. His mother watered over all the food, there was everything he could think of and more. Eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, grapes, apples, bananas, yogurt, and more. Not being used to all of this food, for him none the less. He began to grab as much food as he could before he got caught, but he did.
"What are you doing in here?" Came a feminine voice.
He turned around to see another house elf, this one like Marcus was more human like. She wore a simple cooking apron and a blue dress with dark blond hair. She gave of the mother hen type of personality, and she was obviously far older than Harry.
"I-i wasn't doing anything." Harry stuttered trying to hide the food behind his back.
"Oh, young master it is you." She said with joy as she curtsied. "I am May, head of the cooking staff."
"So your not mad I took food?"
"What, no. This is all for you."
"All of this?" Harry said looking over the food once again.
"Well, we might have went a little over board with the cooking, but we were just so excited to meet you." She said with a smile.
"Oh, could you bring me to Marcus and Toby?" Harry said looking down, feeling awkward at being shown so much affection.
"Of course, come with me." She said leading him out in a very motherly way that made him happy.
They then went on to walked down dozens of halls, go through many doors. He would've never found them if he were to just wander around. The place was huge, a literal maze. They walked into a much small room then the others. It wasn't small in anyway, but it was smaller than the other rooms.
Where the other rooms tried to be large and show the power and wealth of the family. This room seemed to be more humble in a way. It had a much friendlier and cozy feeling. Like it wasn't meant to be seen by the world.
"Oh, mister Potter it's a pleasure to meet." An older house said.
He wore a butlers suit had round glasses that were a dull gold and had white hair on the side of his head, while the top was balding. He had the same facial features as Marcus, probably his father. About a foot taller then Marcus with the same human like features,being a little more grey than Marcus.
"My name is Edward, I am Marcus' father, and I over see the Library." He said with a slight bow.
"It's nice to meet you, I'm Harry Potter." He said bowing just like the older elf, gaining a smile from the two elves in the room.
"Sorry I'm late. It tool me awhile to find the books you sent me for, father." Marcus said with a stack of books that blocked his view.
Harry went over to help him carry the books, not noticing the smiles from the two older elves, once again. Getting a thank you from Marcus, Harry watched as more house elves came into the room. All wearing similar clothes, and carrying various things.
"What's all that stuff for?" Harry asked as the elves placed the stuff on the coffee table that was between the two couches, that were facing each other.
"This is all for you." Marcus said.
"Jeffry if you could talk his measurements." Edward said to an elf that was a little younger than him, looking almost identical, just the other elf looked younger with a shorter nose.
Jeffery walked over to Harry and began to measure him with some tape measure. While went on Marcus began to explain what was going on as Edward told the other house elves what to do as they stared in awe at their new master. Some of the younger ones tearing up at finally meeting their master.
"Right now Jeffery will measure you for your robes and muggle clothes, because no future Lord Potter will be wearing those." Marcus said pointing to Dudley's hand me down clothes, that were to big for him, dirty and teared."Annabel here is a teacher. She and her ancestors have taught each Potter the basics of magic before they went to Hogwarts." He said pointing towards a young house elf that wore a similar dress to May and had brown hair and blue eyes."She has also brought potions that will help with your malnutrition and bruised body."
The house elf held up two bottles of potions. One looked like water if it glowed and had a more syrupy texture, will the other was the same texture, but was a greenish goldish color."The blue one will help heal your wounds, and the golden one will help with needed nutrition and help your body grow to it's proper stature." Annabel explained placing the two bottles on the table.
"And what are all of those?" Harry asked pointing towards all the books and scrolls begin brought in.
"Those are various books you will be reading." Annabel informed Harry as he paled at the many piles of books. Each book begin thinker than the length of his fingers, and each pile either being at his height or higher.
"Next is Nathan." Marcus said pointing towards a house elf that had a serious expression on his face. Wearing an all black suit with black hair. He was easily the tallest one there, being around six foot three. The only way to tell he was an elf was his dark grey skin, his ears and nose having no point to them at all.
"I, Master Potter." He began in a deep and monotone voice."Will be teaching you how to do magic, within various areas. And I will also be physically training you."
"I thought Annabel was teaching me magic." Harry asked.
"She will be teaching you the theory of magic, how to speak the spell, move the wand, as well as learning about the politics of Wizengamot, and the history of the Wizarding world. I will teach you how to use these spells, focusing on the dueling and combat part of magic, as well as making sure you body is physically capable."
"And then there is Richard." Marcus said pointing towards a very old and short house elf. This one was the shortest elf his seen, besides Toby. He had very pointy ears as well as his noise and his skin was very grey. "He will show you around the castle until you learn your way around. As well as Toby."
"Um, if you don't mind me asking, why do you guys look more human then him?" Harry asked nervously not wanting to insult them.
"Well that is very simple. Most house elves look like Mister Richard here, except for the clothes that is. All house elves need to be tided to a family to live. They feed of the family magic, while in response, the house elves serves the family by doing anything they are told. Most families treat their house elves fairly decent, but some are treated less than a pet. But the Potter family treats the elves like family, allowing them to take a mate and have families, rather than reproducing magically. This allowed the elves to evolve over time to look more human. Also since The Potter family is so old and it's family magic so strong, that it molds house elves to look more human, while also giving them more power and intelligence."
"Oh. Okay, I guess I get that."
"Okay, time to get started." Marcus said as Jeffery finished measuring Harry.
'This is going to be a long four years.' Harry thought to himself.'Let's get this started.' He side as he followed Marcus out of the room.
One month later
A lot has happened over the one month Harry began all his training. Each morning Nathan wakes him up at five a.m. to get his day started. He has a quick breakfast and takes his potions, before Nathan makes him start his physical training. Where it starts with Nathan making him running around the manor, depending on how he does he makes him do more or less, since the potions have different side effects each day. But he's forced to at least do one lap are the giant compound.
They then go to the gym in the manor, where Nathan makes him do various things. After that he learns multiple muggle fighting styles, having just started he is learning the basics of boxing. After that he learns to wield weapons, right now he is focusing on swords, which is the usual chose of weapon, besides a wand, for the Potter family.
Once he's done he takes a shower and works on wandless magic. Nathan says if he can't use wandless magic there is no point in giving him a wand, which there is many in the manor. The Potters are well known of being collectors, having thousands upon thousands of books. With rooms full of swords, spears, shields, and wands. After his practice with wandless magic they transition to training occlumency, Nathan saying he had to be able to keep the secrets of the Potter family safe. Since many people wanted it, and with the knowledge of the Potter family, one could easily rise to become a powerful wizard or witch.
All throughout training Nathan shows little care for Harry, which is quite different from the other elves. Them being kind and caring to him. He asked Annabel and she told him, that during the last war his wife and daughter died protecting Charles Potter from a death eater attack. He felt bad about that but didn't really know how to use the information. So he kept quite and listened to Nathan.
After training with Nathan was a late lunch, a little relaxing, and then Richard and Toby showed Harry around the castle so he could know his way around. After a little explore Harry went off to studying with Annabel for the rest of the day. Which included learning the history of the wizarding world, learning the politics of Wizengamot, which included his duties as the next Lord Potter. And then there was the actual studying of magic, were he learned what each class he would be taking at Hogwarts is, before going into depth about them. This included learning the basis of classes he would be taking in year three and after. Seeing as it's only been a month, they haven't gone into depth about anything yet, they were still going over what each class was specifically.
But, magic wasn't the only thing he was learning about. Harry also had to continue his muggle studies, but since all he did was school work and chores he was skipped past a couple of years. He would have done the same with the Dursley's but if they found out he was better then Dudley at anything, he would get beat. So he was currently studying at a sixth year level.
He did this before having a late dinner anywhere from seven to nine, and then did person studying about anything he wanted. Before going to bed he did his nightly work out, which just consisted of push ups, curl ups, and a bit of stretching.
And this has been going on for a month. The potions haven't done much yet. He no longer feels pain or sore, his skin grew a bit more color, as did his eyes and his hair was a little darker. But after that not much has changed physically. He was currently in the Lords study room, where he meet everyone. He was sitting in the large and comfortable chair behind the desk doing so work for Annabel. All around the room was covered in books, from bookshelves, to just piles of books laying around. Past the desk was a coffee table with two couches for reading on either side, both facing each other. Behind the couch to his left was a fireplace that light the place and gave off a warm, comforting, and calming pulses of warm magic.
While he was working Marcus and a couple other elves walked into his study room."Good afternoon Marcus." Harry said with no emotion.
For the past month Harry has been like this. He finally had a home and people that loved him. But he also had a goal, he needed to become stronger to avenge his parents and protect everyone he loved. For the past month he has also been having nightmares about the day his parents died, and who he presumed was Voldemort, and about his life with Dursley's. No one knew about this though, because his body has grown accustomed to having nightmares, and when he had them at the Dursley's he would be beat more if he woke them up with his screams. So no one knows about his nightmares. Ever since he started his occlumency study, he's been remembering things from before he could even remember, even if it gave him near perfect memory.
Each day he kept his emotionless mask that he had spent years making, the Dursley's did not like him showing any emotions."Good and you Master Potter." Marcus said, with a sad smile knowing the reason for him being emotionless. If only they found him sooner.
All the elves knew about Harry's past. During Harry's occlumency training, Nathan used elven legilimency, so Harry would know how it felt, and he saw everything. His legilimency was almost as good as Dumbledore and Voldemort's, and since elven magic was uncommon, or at least not many wizards knew about it. It was even hard to notice and combat.
He didn't show any sign of see the events and told all the staff about what he saw. They decided they would wait for him to become comfortable with them and open up and tell them himself. So they wouldn't push him and bring up painful memories. Many were furious with the knowledge of their master living through all that and wanted to lock the Dursley's up in the dungeons, but Marcus stopped them. Saying it was their masters decision.
"Good afternoon Milord." Marcus said with a slight bow making Harry scowl a little.
"What did I tell you about calling me that? I said Harry was fine."
"Very well, Milord." Marcus said with a smirk.
"Cheeky bastard." Harry whispered under his breath before looking back at Marcus."What did you need?"
"Well as you know many of the elves have been researching about your seals and what that dark presence was in you." Marcus said getting a nod from Harry as he took on a more serious look, knowing this would be important."Well we have found out it is a very, very old ritual. Dating back to the rule of the Romans. Luckily, the Potter family also dates back to the Romans." Marcus said with a proud smile as he held his head a little higher, as Harry smiled at his antics."So we have found multiple wizard and elven rituals to counter it. The safest one was a elven ritual that will cut off the source of the seals power. So it will slowly break down and vanish. This is the optimal decision because it will allow you to grasp your powers better than getting it all at once. From our research we can tell that the seals will all be fully gone, by the end of your first year."
Harry's smile grew at that knowledge. He might hide his emotions out of instinct, but he was slowly opening up to Marcus and Toby. Marcus was like a father figure to him, and Toby was just to innocent to do any harm.
"And we have also found out what the dark presence inside you is." Marcus continued making Harry go back to his emotionless mask."We found out it is a Horcrux. We have spent a lot of time in the darker section of the Potter library and found it to be a Horcrux. From the information we have obtained, a Horcrux is a piece of ones soul placed into an object so a person can not die. They are able to do this by killing someone and then tearing a piece of there soul off and place it into something, or in your case someone. The process itself is supposed to be excruciating."
"And how exactly do you remove a Horcrux."
"Well.. usually you would have to destroy the object holding the curse. But it is virtually indestructible so there are only a few was to destroy one." He said slowly.
"So, I must die, for Voldemort to die." Harry came to the conclusion of, making Marcus flinch slightly, not at Voldemort's name, but at the thought of Harry dying.
"No, you don't we found a ritual to destroy the Horcrux in your scar and any other that may have been made. It will also stop him from making any more."
"But?"
"But it is unpredictable. It is a very old ritual. And a very hard one to do correctly. If there is even the slightest miss calculation you could die. Even if we do it correctly there is still a chance of you dying. And if it does work. It will be extremely painful. It will take all the pain you have ever felt and multiply it a hundred folds. And in the end, if you live, there will always be a piece of him in you. His soul will be destroyed, but his memories, his emotions, his thoughts and beliefs. There will always be a small part of him, pushing you towards the dark." Marcus said, putting as much emphasis on the situation as he could.
"But there is a chance it could work?"
"You don't understand Harry. Even if this does work, which there is a very slim chance it will. You will be changed forever." Marcus said trying to convince him out of his decision. The only reason he was telling him this was because of the magic that bonded him to the Potter family.
"I understand it perfectly. But there is a chance." Harry paused thinking over the situation and his option before letting out a long sigh."Prepare the ritual." Harry said going back to his work.
Marcus stiffened at his decision."As you wish Milord." He said with his hand in a fist over his heart as he bowed to his master and left.
The preparation for the ritual had been made. Harry, and all the house elves bonded to the Potter family, were currently in the basement of the Potter manor; which was also used as the ritual room. Well at least all the elves that were of age to serve him, meaning Toby wasn't there.
As naked as the day he was born, Harry walked to the center of the confusing and intricate design of the ritual circle. Dozens of elves walked around the ritual circle, dumping off various liquids and sprinkling random things around the circle. Harry had no idea what was being used to achieve this ritual, but it had to be done.
After a few minutes of this past all the elves surrounded the circle and joined hands. They began to chant in elven, specking the words that will activate the ritual. The room grew dark and cold. Harry felt alone and sad. He wanted to curl up into a ball and cried. But through his years of hiding his emotions he stood there and stared into the darkness of the room.
It felt like an eternity of Harry just staring into the cold darkness of the room. Feeling nothing but fear and sadness, as if he were staring into the face of death himself. One step and he would fall into the pits of nothingness. And eternal afterlife of loneliness.
The emotions swirled through his body. Not begin able to handle it anymore Harry broke down crying. He still stood up, knowing if he feel it would inturupt the ritual and he would die, yet another reason why this was dangerous. He saw the worst parts of his life flash before him, and it wasn't the constant beatings or near death experience he had. It was the times he was alone.
Every second he spent in the cupboard alone, staring into darkness, thinking of nothing. The times were he was with dozens of people, but still knew he was alone. He was no one. That was the worst part of his life.
And then everything changed. The room exploded with light and overwhelming heat. He looked around to see the ritual circle on fire, the elves chanting now sounding like they were screaming. His entire body was engulfed in pain. How was it he was still able to fell more pain, there was always something that hurt more.
His head fell back and he let out a blood curdling scream. The pain he was feeling, how could it be worse than what he felt a month ago. How was there anything worse than that. It was because he wasn't only feeling his own pain. He felt the same pain he felt a month ago, the same memories and emotions, but there was more.
Memories he had never seen. Faces of people he didn't have a the slightest clue of who they were. The same emotions he was feeling and more. These were Voldemort's memories, his pain, his emotions. They were the same as his. That is how it hurt so much. It felt like his skin was being pulled off over and over again, while his exposed skin was being splashed with poison and molten lava. All while he was awake.
All the magic was leaving his body. It knew what was happening, and once again it had to help it's master, doing everything it could to hold it's master up, to keep him awake. For if he feel to the ground or lost conscious he would die.
All around Harry the house elves were crying. Getting glimpses of Harry's past first hand. Feeling his pain radiate off him. Harry's scare began to bleed and glow red. Blood began to pore out of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. A giant dark cloud began to pour out of Harry's scar and formed a face. The cloud screamed in agony, and then the fire jumped at the cloud, causing a giant explosion.
And then there was nothing. The flames, the screams of pain, the chanting, the flow of magic, it all stopped. Harry laid unconscious on the floor. Nothing was moving or making a sound as they all held their breaths. Marcus walked up to the limp, lifeless body of his master. And he let out a sigh of relief, his master was alive, and now he would have to face much worse than this before he could have happiness.
The next day
Harry was awake. He hadn't realized just how much of a toll the Horcrux had on him. He felt lighter that he has ever felt. He still felt sore and a little in pain, but he felt better, happier, like he could do anything.
He stood up to see a sleeping Marcus in one of the chairs. He grabbed one of the many pillows on the bed and threw it at him. He went flying out of his sat whipping his head around looking for who ever to find a laughing Harry.
"Good morning Master Potter. You seem to be in a good mood this morning." Marcus said with a smile.
"Yea, I feel amazing. So when are we doing to next ritual?"
"We can do it as soon as you are ready."
"Great, get it ready, I'm going to take a shower."
Once he was finished with his shower he made his way down to the ritual room for yet another ritual. As he walked in he noticed the circle was no where near as large or extravagant as the previous one. As Harry began to walk to the center of the circle he got dizzy. The room blurred and he felt like barfing.
"Harry are you okay?" Marcus asked him.
"No, it..I." Harry fell to the ground feeling a pulse of heat travel through his body.
"Harry! Are you okay?" Harry was on his hands and knees breathing heavily."This is probably a side effect of the ritual. What are you feeling?" Marcus asked trying to understand what was going on.
"I feel warm, not in a bad why though. I feel dizzy, I can't see anything, it's all blurry." Harry said in between breaths.
"The removal of the Horcrux should have been good. The Horcrux would have stifled you growth. In all aspects, physically, mentally, and magically. It sounds like your magic is trying to heal your body, but it might be uncomfortable with it expelling the left over dark residua forcefully."Marcus said pausing to think."Take off your glasses." Harry did so.
"Yea, yea. It worked I can see now but I still feel the pain and heat." Harry said coming to the conclusion that Marcus was right.
He looked around and was able to see everything perfectly. Even in the dimly light room. His vision was even better than just 20/20 vision. Even being able to see in the dark, if even only slightly by what he was able to determine now. Harry stood up, pushing down the pain and nodded towards Marcus as he walked to the middle of the circle.
This ritual was much different than the one he did the previous day. For one the circle was much smaller, written in the same black chalk. All around the circle was candles surrounded by various herbs, and viles. The chants that the elves began to speak also sound a lot less demonic.
The viles broke and the herbs began to burn into the liquids that were left. The liquids rain across the chalk lines, changing it from black to a bright blue. The lines began to glow, until it stopped seconds later. And with that it was over.'Really anticlimactic compared to the first ritual.' Harry thought to himself looking very unimpressed at the ritual circle. He felt a slight fresh breeze and as if he were lighter, but not much compared to the destruction of the Horcrux. Harry knew that because the effects wouldn't be immediate.
"How do you feel?" Marcus asked him, handing him his robs.
"Slightly better, but not much."
"Tis to be expected." Marcus said following Harry out of the room."I am quite looking forward to how you training and studying will go now." Marcus said with a slight smirk.
"You and me both." Harry said under his breath.
One year later
March, 1, 1988
Harry Potter was now eight years old, he first birthday ever celebrated was amazing. He was give so much stuff. But the stuff didn't really matter, he was happy they got him presence, but Harry could get virtually anything he wanted just by asking Marcus to get it for him. But it was his first birthday celebrated with people who cared about him, and he was grateful for that. And it was four months until his next birthday, and Harry couldn't wait.
A lot has happened in the past year and eight months. Harry has grown to now standing at four feet tall even. He had no bruises on his skin at all, all being held except for the few he got from dueling practice with Nathan. And of course his scars were still all over his body.
His hair was now an even darker black, looking like the night sky without any stars, in all it's untamed glory. His eyes a now powerful emerald, showing confidence and strength. Unlike his old poisons green that showed fear and loneliness. His pale skin was now slightly tanned from his skin healing and the walks and exercise out side the manor.
His progress with Nathan grew extremely. They had grown closer now and Nathan was now like a protective older brother to Harry. Nathan has said Harry's wandless abilities are that of a second year at Hogwarts. They have been training extremely in all aspects. Harry could now use swords like a natural. His occlumency could handle Nathan if he focused really hard, but even then he was exhausted, the same for his legilimency. And he was now starting to grow some muscle, not much since his body only recently finished healing.
With Annabel his muggle studies were easy in Harry's opinion. He was currently at a tenth year studying and passing everything with full marks. He knew everything needed for the political aspect of the Wizarding world, and as his role as future Lord Potter. A lot of this from hours of personal studying before bed. And he was studying second year Hogwarts material, as well as things that will never be covered in Hogwarts, like certain spells.
His relationship with Annabel was very strange. It was some what a mother/son or teacher/student relationship, but there was also the fact Harry had a slight crush on Annabel's daughter. Who was the only elf that lived there and didn't serve him, directly. Her name was Abby and she was half house elf, half warrior elf. Which are the usually elves humans think of when they aren't associated them With Santa Claus.
Who Harry found out was real. He was a powerful light wizard that had some, mental issues, for lack of better words. And was killed by a mob of people who thought he was trying to corrupted the minds of their children and enslave them.
Her father was a six foot tall man. Long blonde hair that he kept in the usual bun as the rest of his hair fell behind his back. He was very fit and carried a hunters bow and arrows on his back. Harry had only meet him once or twice. Since he was one of the species that protected the Potter borders he was constantly in the woods. Warrior elves had many different branches of species, but each one used weapons a lot.
All warrior elves had there own type of magic, but they were all very proficient with nature magic. Abby was the same age as Harry, and looked nothing like a house elf. The warrior elves DNA is a lot more dominate and it's magic was stronger so they tended to take over ones genetics. So, like veela, there were no part warrior elves when mixing with other elves. Only when mixing with other humanoid species, like humans.
The only why you could tell warrior elves from humans were there pointed ears. All warrior elves had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. So like all the other warrior elves Abby had long blond curly hair, piercing blue eyes, a small nose, high check bones and a very small slim body. Any one could tell she was going to be gorgeous when she was older. And since she was the same age as Harry she effected him greatly.
Every time she came around Harry went from a confident and growing wizard with and emotionless mask. To an average young boy not knowing how to control his emotions. Blushing constantly, stuttering, and never looking her in her eyes. Abby, not being old enough to understand why Harry acted like this, thought he was funny and adorable. And always teased him. While her mother gave Harry a knowing smile, only making him blush and stutter more.
Harry now knew all five floors like the back of his hand. Every gaming room, gym, reading room, living room, bedroom, etc. He knew where it all was. As well as all of the grounds. He had visited every court around the manor, and loved swimming in the pool and lake. There were also many species in the lake that protect the manor. Harry found this out will taking a rowing boat out to explore and the suddenly found himself several stories in the air. Being lifted by a giant tentacle. Later finding out it protected the manor from any unwanted visitors, and made sure no one drowned in the waters, since there was a small wizard village on the other side of the lake.
There were also many occasions were Harry tried to explore and map out the woods, but quickly found it it was way to large to map. Marcus had told Harry that by the time Hogwarts started he would be long finished with his muggle study's. Which after he was done he would start learning new languages, so he wouldn't have to rely on potions for communications. Where he would start with the more common languages in the UK. Starting with French, and Spanish.
And his wandless magic would be able to match a third year, and he would be able to take on a fifth year with a wand, since he was using a practice wand already. They were no where near as powerful as a regular wand, since they worked for every one and didn't have a specific bond with the wielder or an actual core. And his knowledge would be at least O.W.L and N.E.W.T.S level.
This all greatly frustrated Harry. He didn't see the reason of going to school, if he would know everything he was learning and more. But, Marcus said it was more so he could have a regular childhood, by making friends and going to school. He also said it would be go to get to know the new generation of wizards and witches that would be taking over soon. He also gave a couple of 'subtly', or so he thought, hints implying he could find a couple of wives while at school.
He had found out quite quickly that a wizard taking multiple wives wasn't unheard of at all. And finding out the fact that he was the future lord of all four houses at Hogwarts meant he needed to at least take five wives. One for each title. It was very well know that the Potter family was a very old family, a very old one indeed. Older than any family in Britain, the only reason it was under the four families of Hogwarts is because of how powerful they are. And there is also the fact they made a school that would keep all the children of the wizarding world safe.
From Harry's studies he found books about the four families that no one knew. Since the Potter family helped build Hogwarts and was very close to them. From the information he found it was said that Lord Gryffindor, also known as Godric Gryffindor. Married Lady Hufflepuff, also known as Helga Hufflepuff. Where their heirs descendant eventually married into the Potter family a couple of decades later.
And Lord Slytherin, also known as Salazar Slytherin. Married Lady Ravenclaw, also known as Rowena Ravenclaw. Their heir didn't marry into any family, having many male heirs to keep their family name alive. But after about two centuries of their family prospering and growing very powerful in the wizarding world, they got into a blood feud with a very powerful and old family from Rome. This family was thought to be a descendants of Hecate. It was very well known throughout the wizarding world that religions tended to make their gods in the image of powerful wizards and witches. The Greek and Roman cultures weren't any different.
Since this family was much, much older than the Slytherin-Ravenclaw family, after decades of fighting they eventually found a very powerful curse that took their magic away. This wasn't known at all by the magic world. They all thought they were killed off by the Hecate family. But they were just turned into squibs, which as considered much worse then death.
This family eventually found it's way to Harry's mother, being the first magical being, being born into their family since that event. And when Lilly Evans married James Potter and had Harry. He became the right full heir of all fives families. But since he was born a Potter, he wouldn't be able to claim his titles until he was fifteen, which made Harry extremely made.
Harry knew for each family title he would grow stronger. For each time some one took a title and had their family ring, the family magic would course through you, giving you more knowledge and power. Harry was very happy with how his life was turning out. He would become the most powerful Wizard ever. He had no doubt about that. He would be come some one, and he would make a name for himself. He would have a family and people he loved, and no one would treat him like the Dursley's did.
For he was Harry James Potter.
Future Lord Potter-Gryffindor-Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw-Slytherin.
So once again, these chapters are going to be much longer than my Percy Jackson series. I will continue my,'Damaged Hero', series, but will be putting,'The New Era,' on a pause.
Hope you all enjoyed this story. The next chapter will be a time skip to when Harry is twelve. Please review, favorite, and follow.
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