Catalyst

A/N This is a new fic that is AU. The main pairing will be Daphne Greengrass. Contains bashing of the Weasley's and Dumbledore. It won't be a super-powered Harry mainly because it's unrealistic, but he will be better than average but not invincible. Reviews are appreciated as they let me know what you think of the story and it also allows your input. No flamers please if you don't like then don't review.

Kaden San is the beta reader I really can't thank him enough for all the advice and help he has provided so a big thanks.

Oh I don't own Harry Potter I wish I did but I don't J.K Rowling does. A/N

Chapter 1 – In the Beginning.

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As with all stories this tale begins at the beginning. This adventure starts out in Little Whinging in Surrey and to all appearances it looked like a normal suburban area, a perfect place to raise your family in peace and quiet. However, like most things, appearance's can be deceiving and Number Four Privet Drive was the perfect example. In the smallest bedroom was a young man two days shy of his sixteenth birthday and unknown to him the next two days would change the very foundations of his life along with his future. Harry is an important young man, as he was the Harry Potter, the Chosen One and a Wizard.

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29th July 1996

"Boy get down here this instant and cook us breakfast!"

A fat man with three double chins named Vernon, Harry's uncle screamed and stewed from the bottom of the stairs. Waking up and reaching for his glasses, the boy in question checked his watch to find that it was only nine thirty in the morning which was an unusually early time for the Saturday feeding frenzy. Slipping on the tent size hand-me-downs from dear dinky Duddy, Harry went downstairs and received a smack on the back of his head which sent him sprawling to the ground. Harry noticed that the smack came from Duddikins (who was now the same weight and size of a small killer whale) and moved Harry likened his cousin's movements to that of a walrus. These small moments between getting treated like a house elf and a punching bag gave Harry a small moment to consider all of this before getting yanked up by Vernon-I-spit-when-I-talk-Dursley.

"You ungrateful freak. After all we do for you and you can't even be bothered to cook us breakfast. Well I hope you aren't hungry freak because you won't get anything till we get back from Marge's on Tuesday. Since you are too good to make breakfast you will make packed lunches for us now boy!"

Vernon couldn't resist kicking Harry in the ribs when Harry tried to get back up. Finally, Harry got up and limped to the kitchen to make his relatives lunch. (which consisted of one whole loaf of bread and two big packets of ham.) It was enough for a small army, never mind three people, but at least Harry managed to sneak some bread and ham for later.

"Freak come here."

Aunt Petunia whined from the living room and Harry shuffled over to the adjacent room. The Dursley family sat squished on the settee and how they managed that with poor Petunia in the middle almost made Harry laugh but he didn't as this would have meant a day of unconsciousness if he had. Instead, Harry sat on the corner of the couch and he prepared himself for another wonderful chat.

"Now listen here you ungrateful freak. While we are gone you will do this list of chores or that cupboard will be your new home until you are eighteen. Do you understand you little shit?"

"Yes Uncle Vernon."

Harry made sure to keep his tone somewhat respectful and emotionless.

"And there better not be any of your freakish behavior either boy."

Aunt Petunia always had to add her two cents into every conversation and Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. With that enlightening threat….er chat the Dursley's waddled out the front door and drove off. Harry leapt to his feet and danced around.

"Freedom!"

The next hour and half was spent checking and figuratively licking his wounds that had occurred this morning and taking an hour-long shower just because he could. With the Dursley's gone Harry could plan for his great escape on his birthday.

"Dobby."

As soon as Harry said the name, the small elf appeared with a pop beside him, practically bouncing up and down with glee.

"The great Master Harry calls for his Dobby. How can Dobby help yous today sir?"

"Well can I get some lunch for starters? Then you can do some house chores for me Dobby."

He watched as the little elf's eyes went wide with happiness.

"Dobby is off to make the Master lunch right away."

With a small pop the house elf was off again and Harry went back to his room to finish his homework. After completing his Transfiguration homework and having a massive lunch and dinner prepared by Dobby, Harry watched TV till nine pm. He decided to write a few letters to his friends and then go to sleep. However, sitting on his desk was a magnificent eagle owl with a letter tied to its talon. Harry took the letter from the owl and he noticed the Gringotts seal on the back, which surprised Harry as he had never received a letter from them before. Deciding that it must be important he opened the letter and got an even bigger surprise with its contents.

Dear Lord Potter,

It has come to our attention that your magical guardian, Albus Dumbledore, has hid certain important facts from you. The main being the fact that you are the last living member of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and are due for emancipation on your sixteenth birthday of the thirty first of this month. As such, on your acceptance of this on the thirty first, you will become Lord Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and will be eligible to take your seat on the Wizengamot. Due to the high possibility of outside interference by your magical guardian we would request that you be moved to a suite here at the bank to ensure that your parents wishes are carried out. Once you turn sixteen you will be able to take control of the Potter Estate and read the will of your parents. This letter is a port key. Just say Gold and you will be transported here.

Sincerely,

Chieftain Ragnok

President of Gringotts and Chieftain of the Goblin Clans.

Harry sat there in stunned silence for at least ten minutes just reading the letter over again and he knew what the prophecy had said. The lack of honesty from all sides had shaken his faith in the leader of the Light, but Harry didn't think it would go this far. But it would seem that Dumbledore had indeed gone that far and a sudden flash of fire nearly gave Harry a heart attack but seeing it was just Fawkes he quickly calmed down.

"Hello Fawkes."

The phoenix nuzzled his cheek and Harry took the letter from its talons before he read the letter from Dumbledore, which did little to restore his faith.

Dear Harry,

I am to understand that you have received a missive from the goblins at Gringotts regarding your sixteenth birthday. At this point I will have to insist that you decline their invitation due to the public outing of Voldemort and other such maladies. The situation is precarious and as such it would be safer for you to remain at the Dursley's until the start of the fall term. An honor guard will be present and will escort you to the train on the first of September. I will take your place at the will reading of your Godfather on the first of August and will be around to discuss the will with you when you arrive at Hogwarts. If you have any questions please don't hesitate to contact me by calling Fawkes.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"How dare he trap me here until the first of September! I will be dead by then. Well the games end here."

Harry grabbed his wand, released Hedwig and told her to go to the Burrow. He picked up the Gringotts letter and clenched it within his fist.

"Gold."

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