"Person talking"
'Person thinking/form of magic being performed'
"Beast creature magically charged person talking"
'Beast creature magically charged person thinking'
Voldemort stood over the broken and bloodied body of one James Potter his pale scaly skin shining in the dimm light of the fire from James Potters reducto that the so called dark lord barely managed to block.
Voldemort made his way up the stairs where he could hear a baby's crying
i o angeioplástis tis Margaret Evans krínon kánei étsi to sobrley dínei ti zoí mou stin yperáspisi enós angeioplásti Harry james apó to dikaíoma tou aímatos pou tou díno ti zoí mou pros yperáspisi tou tou kai i gnósi mou étsi óste boreí na akmásei den áfise kanénan kakó na ton angíxei
(I lily margaret evans potter do so soberly give my life in the defence of one Harry James potter by right of blood i give him my life in defence of his and my knowledge so that he may flourish let no evil touch him")
It was a dark ominous sad day in Godric's hollow as Albus Dumbledore walked out of the destroyed Potter home with a young Harry Potter now 1 year old wrapped in a blue blanket in his arms. A terrible event had befallen the young Potter not 2 hours ago the dark lord Voldemort had killed Lily and James Potter then, was mysteriously destroyed.
Albus quietly laid harry on the doorstep of his aunt and uncle's house under the watchful gaze of one Minerva Mcgonagall.
Time Skip 11 years
Harry Potter ran from his cousin Dudly for the uptenthe time in a row, it really was an annoyance that Harry was forced to dumb himself down in classes whenever he, and Dudley were in classes together. And now Harry was sitting alone in his dark dank cupboard waiting hoping that something would happen. Over the years Harry had grown used to being banished to his cupboard.
The only thing that gave Harry even the slightest iota of comfort was playing with the strange energy he had discovered when he was 4. Harry was running from Dudley and his gang, he was scared Dudley was angrier than usual as Harry had punched him in the face when Dudley and his gang had tried to push him around.
While Harry was running he wished he could go some where Dudley couldn't find him, and then harry saw the school's roof and was just there. Ever since that day harry was exposed to a world he never imagined was real.
After Vernon's regular beatings, Harry remembered it well he had done better than dudley on a math test and when Vernon found out, after the beating Harry was thrown in his cupboard, but the most interesting thing was happening inside the boys head. While Harry'S magic was healing his body his mind was engaged in a struggle with the man who had killed his parents.
After many hours Harry won the dark lord wasn't gone but his essence skills knowledge was all his, unfortunately the dark lord wasn't gone, no he was their weakened.
One Year Later
Harry had been having fun learning about magic;The vast knowledge the dark lord possessed while largely unusable as he hadn't gone through the numerous rituals tom had performed on himself (nor did he plan to some of the costs one had to undergo) but other thing's like occlumency and its counter part legilimency, transfiguration blood magic potion making and several other sects of magic.
Over the time Harry had become adept at wandless magic and apparition; he absolutely loved fire spells probably a side affect of having voldemort in his head. Sadly Harry wasn't able to get to animagus transformations.
Harry had just received his hogwarts letter and he was excited; from dear old Tom's memories the Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry was a place of vast knowledge the library containing over 12,000 times in just the general section the restricted section held an additional 10,000 tome's. As well as the ravenclaw library the room of requirements; and diagon and knockturn alley.
Professor Minerva Mcgonagall finally showed up with one week until he was scheduled to leave for king's cross station. The two made their way to a shabby looking pub with grimy windows and a half broken door.
The pairs first stop was the wizarding bank gringotts where they were met by tiny little creatures the professor called goblins. Harry was ushered into a small office with the name Sheep Slaughter. "Mr Potter my name is Sheep Slaughter and there is a small matter we need to discuss before we can allow you access to your vault".
The goblin put a small golden bowl in front of him "this mister Potter is an ancestry font with 7 drops of your blood it will trace your line of ancestry so we may know for certain of your authenticity" Harry was handed a small dagger and he sliced his palm open.
The blood traced starting with uru pendragon then merlin and arthur to godric rowena helga and salazar then to gowther black and lorena potter then hundreds of more names of potter black peverall until finally him.
"That is a remarkable bloodline mister potter you have become a very wealthy man yes indeed" the goblin wrote something on a piece of parchment and summoned an under goblin who took the parchment and returned with several large books.
"These lord Potter are the Family Ledgers self updating and stored in the Family Ring; now on to business"