If you look past my grammar etc, you may find a story, when Harry Potter can't take it no more. This is as the title says, a lot of character bashing and not just verbal, character death and not book compliant. You will find that Harry will kill just as fast and nasty as Voldemort, but not as evil but that is an opinion.

This is defiantly Mature so be pre-warned this has bad language, death, suffering, and murderous revenge. With 600,000 HP stories out there I have probably stepped on someone's toes, for that I apologize.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners i.e. J.K. Rawlings, etc. The original characters and plot are the property of the author i.e. J.K. Rawlings, etc. This work is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Not for sale or profit but hopefully the enjoyment of the reader (if I have any).

~ means mind speaking

**gobbledygook

Don't screw with me or else

Chapter 1

It's my life and welcome to it!

It is almost funny; it's my life I am speaking about. If I eat grapes at the sink with a towel laid out with the freshly washed bunch of grapes the juicy one will pop off and bounce down the drain. The rotten one will land on the towel then refuse to go down the drain regardless of all my prodding.

I was somehow given to a family of rotten grapes who were probably sour to start with.

I was beaten, starved and made to live in a boot cupboard under the stairs. The mental brain washing was continuously and hazards to my mental health. The problem was there was school with a library and the public library. So I went to the police and while they started actions all of it suddenly everything stopped except for the beatings. Another time I went to the child abuse agency and they actually picked up the entire Dursley family and put me in another home. Then came the weirdo with the long white beard and every one was back at Privet Dr #4. That beating was a classic, I had multiple broken bones all over my body, the pain was unbearable and I passed out. The next morning I was mysteriously repaired. Dudley their son was no better; he was given a golf club one day and instructions. I know he broke my arm but I lucked out, he hit me in the head and I was out for the count. Again I woke the next day undamaged. Dudley always had his gang, they would corner me beat me to the ground and start kicking. Where were the teachers or even the neighbors, I sometimes crawled in the front door, surely some one saw me crawling.

/Scene Break/

Dudley was the first to go, he tried his shit without his gang maybe he thought I was to terrified to fight back. I had started to carry a carving knife from the school kitchen; it had been thrown in the trash. Therefore, at the age of eight I became a murderer. Well that is what the books would call it and so would the police. I ditched the knife after gutting the mini hippo and refused knowledge of anything except being beaten. That got the police looking at Vernon not only as a child beater but a murderer, we all were carted off but the weirdo with the long white beard showed up and we were back at #4 Privet Drive.

Vernon in his alleged sorrow and a fifth of Scotch decided to take it out on me. Being out weighed by over 250 pounds I was a mess, even with my mind shields up and at full, the pain was horrendous. I had a broken leg, arm, ribs, my face was smashed up good and I had sight in one eye only. How did I know this, well it wasn't the first time so I had a record to go by. Two days later and still no food so I used my freak capabilities and unlocked the boot cupboard door, crawled to the front door, getting to the door handle almost made pass out but I made it out onto the front sidewalk. A passerby called the police, etc and they had Vernon in handcuffs after a brief description from me. You guessed it, long white beard and a weird woman showed up I was repaired and we were back at Privet Dr. Either he made a mistake or it was because of the pain my mind shields were up full. He was pointing a wooden stick at the police, doctors etc and kept saying "Obliviate". Well it was my turn; he pointed the stick at me and said "Obliterate". The only thing I could say was it felt like someone had shot me in the forehead with a water pistol. White beard threw me into the boot closet and left.

I was back a whole three days when Vernon attempted to teach me another lesson, the kitchen, however, had a lot of knives and two were missing. He grabbed me around the throat and got one of the knives in his forearm. The second knife went to work as I feel to the floor, a jab in his leg brought him down to my level, at which time I got in at least a half-dozen stabs to his chest before Petunia knocked me for a loop. The shit thing was he lived.

The police finally took action, as did many others. The thing that I noticed was that weirdo with the long white beard at the police station, the court and the trial. Not once did he say "Obliterate". Being a minor and after psycho tests and, and, I got juvenile until the age of eleven. I had enough library time to know that that was not normal; eighteen was the law of the land if I was declared sane, long white beard had struck again.

Well shit just kept happening; in the next six months. I almost was raped by a seventeen-year-old jerk who is now singing soprano. I don't think they can attach them, so he is half way to being a girl. The burglars, car thieves, swindlers, rapists, whatever where there and I must say I learned a lot. It was kind of a night school for crooks. Not to mention one hundred and one ways to kill, maim, or disfigure someone you did not like. How to make a spoon a knife and that was one everyone took part of, the place was really survival of the fittest. Here again I learned more of my freakiness. I did not have to spend hours with a spoon on concrete to put an edge on it. I just thought what I would like and as my two fingers slid down the spoon it elongated and had a razor edge. One person I made friends with was an older boy who had received three years of judo training and was happy to practice with me as long as I was the practice dummy. Even as a judo dummy I picked up the art almost overnight. Well shortly after taking out one of the top dogs in the cell block, he was found dead in a dumpster, I was accepted to the pack, I had made my cred's. I picked up a life time of contacts in the underworld or what others would call the criminal world.

/Scene Break/

Well at the age of eleven, I am released to a fat red-haired thing that is trying to act as my mother and squeeze me to death at the same time. I am hustled to a reinvented pigsty, told I am magical, and introduced to five other red heads. The youngest is a girl but all she can do is sit in a corner and drool over me. If I was a bit older I would have bonked her brains out and laughed in her face. The next oldest Ron was a lazy lout with no table manners. Between playing chess and rambling on about how great it will be since we are magical and will learn all kinds of stuff he know nothing of. He had to be the dumbest lout I had so far met. I was shoved in their care for a couple of days until big Molly says we are going to use my key, get money from my trust vault, and then go shopping.

Then she hauled me off to a place called Gringotts and whether it was another falling grape or just being a killer I rather rebelled. While the red-headed fat slob (called Molly) tried to direct everything in Gringotts, I just stood up and ….

"Who's in charge of this whore house? Come on I want some service," I yelled.

Well, that got me a couple of guards with swords and axes.

"Hay, I am here because I have been forced to come and I want to be free of this red-headed bitch that has my vault key."

She of course snatched me up and stuffed her meaty hand over my mouth and growled in my ear, "Shut it you brat". I then bit her hand as hard as I could.

Well that got someone's attention other than the guards and I was hustled by myself to an office and a very old looking Goblin.

"And what is your problem young wizard?" said the old Goblin.

"Sir, I can only say that I am being controlled and directed to come here to get money using my vault key by that fat lump." I could recognize authority with power and you don't mess with that, you be real polite.

"That is a very serious charge, are you willing to be tested and swear to what you just acclaimed?'

"Of course, just watch out for what is called my life and the side effects of me being controlled, and what is this about being a young wizard?" That caused the Goblin to appear confused.

The Goblin appeared to push a button and a side door admitted a couple of younger Goblins.

*** "bla, bla, bla, bla" directed the older Goblin in what I now know was Gobbledygook. The flurry of actions caused me to snap my neck left and right and they kept coming and bringing papers and items which I had no idea what was going on, I just hoped that I was not required to pay for all this as I had nothing in my pockets, I never had anything called money.

"I am Ragnok my young wizard and before we can take action we must determine who you are to accept your claim of vault theft"

"What must I do?" responded Harry

"Prick you finger with this pin and let one drop of blood drop on this parchment"

Well it was not my normal life; this was definitely a whirlwind of activity. As it all settled, Ragnok addressed Harry…

"My Lord, it is to our regret to not have recognized you and the validity of your multiple claims?

"Sir, could you please explain multiple claims I only know she said she had my key and wouldn't give it back"

"Do you not know anything of who you are in the wizard world and what you are entitled to?"

"Sorry I just got out of juvenile prison and that ass with the long white beard turned me over to that red head and her family. I know nothing; this is the first that I have learned about Gringotts and why are you referring to me as young wizard, I still have questions of what means to be magical and what are you?"

"This is not only unbelievable but totally unacceptable. You are… How can I explain that which you have no idea how to understand? My young lord do you have the time and are you willing to learn your place in life and the wizard world?"

"Sir that is not a bad idea, are you going to explain what is going on in my life, all I get is some jackass trying to tell me what to do or beating the hell out of me, can you help?"

"Yes My Lord, we can for a price…"

"How much?" I asked "You aren't getting any free…"

This was interrupted by another Goblin rushing into the room and speaking in what appeared to me to be in rapid Gobbledygook.

***Master Ragnok, the Minister, Chief Warlock, DMLE head, Malfoy of the School board and several others demanding we immediately turn over the Potter boy.

"Well, well young Lord you have indeed caused uproar. Your long white beard is Dumbledore and he is outsides demanding access to you. There is the Minister of Magic and the DMLE head, and several other notables, you have defiantly stirred up the magical community, however if you will, you may stay here for a while and learn who you are and what you are authorized as a Lord and an Heir".

"Please Sir, if you will, any help is more than welcome"

"Excellent, it is not often we get to tell them where to go and how" Ragnok chuckled.

Therefore, it started, while I originally was going for the gold that lay all over the place, I soon realized that was small change:

Flashback:

Harry Potter learned that he was Lord Potter and an Heir of Gryffindor and what that entailed, he learned that he was magical and then the training on so many things that it hurt to remember it all . From his entry at eleven, he was trained, informed and made to study; they used a 'time-turner' extensively. So frequently he got about a year of training in just a few weeks of real time. Harry was happy, the Goblin's were like family, so he learned knives, swords and hand to hand combat, and it was cool to hit a galleon at twenty paces with a dagger. The magical training was tailored via tutors after the wizard way but a lot of Goblin magic got included. Not that they actually trained him in Goblin magic but how could you not become friends with people who worked with you day in and day out. So some things were introduced to Harry, one thing was 'fading'. Fading was a Goblin thing from the old elves. Their knowledge was that once there was the old Elvin people but that in greed, power and just stupidity the elves had a war. The old elves left after they won but rather than kill the losers they cursed them. The greedy became Goblins and the sheep became house elves. The old elves disappeared eons ago. Fading was easy for Harry; he was quite the informed powerhouse. He was emancipated, able to do wand-less silence magic, able to 'fade' and had a wand. Another thing Harry had was being Lord Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Hogwarts was long known to be semi sentient with many magical attributes. The Headmaster controlled these things but as Lord Gryffindor so did Harry. Harry thought that this could be interesting. Revenge on long white beard was something Harry could not wait to inflict.

"Olivander, we have a customer for you" the captain of the squad of Goblins called. One creepy guy came from the rear of the shop and started his mouth of useless information and then started a tape measure while he headed into the rear of his shop to "get some wands". Like even I thought that was odd as there must have been thousands in this room alone. One of the Goblins peaked in back and told the captain something and I was hustled back to the bank. I later got told in English that Olivander was making a 'floe' call and that Dumbledore and crowd showed up minutes later. A couple of days later I got a wand from a wand maker in Knockturn Alley. No tracers, no ministry interference or tracking.

End Flashback:

My training and wand were not my only weapons. The goblin made sword which was strapped to my back and made it invisible unless I removed it from its sheath. Goblin throwing knives were on both sides of my belt and in my dragon hide boots nasty daggers. I would later appreciate the bundle of extra knives that were put into my trunk. Wizard robes covered everything quite effectively.

Then came the day of reckoning, at the age of eleven and a year via a time-turner I got a letter from Hogwarts, and confirmed by the Goblins that schooling was mandatory, but where? They told me of Hogwarts, its legion and me being the heir so attendance was an accepted tradition. Then there was Dumbledore and I was intrigued with the possibilities for revenge. The Goblins had not turned me into a goody two shoes, no, they were quite a blood-letting group and had honed my skills to produce mayhem if I chose to.

Therefore, without to many aggravations, the Goblins picked up my study materials, the rules of Hogwarts and I 'faded' to platform 9 and 3/4s. Oh was it a cluster-up. There was Molly with her herd, the same Molly that Dumbledore had excused with the Goblins otherwise she would be short a head. The young female was still all a gaga over me and the young male was definitely on a mission to be a best friend to me. After I got rid of them I boarded the train and I found a compartment. Here came the idiots, first the younger red-head Ron. I wonder who was paying him to make me a friend; no stranger has that much enthusiasm for a friendship. Then came some blond pounce named Draco Malfoy of course he and Ron got into a verbal match to see who was the stupider. I almost took the fizzy brown-haired girl as part of the group but she wondered away Toad hunting. I left the group and looked around for an empty compartment. What I found was a gaggle of girls who were very nice looking.