Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Joanne K. Rowling including the characters, the plot, the ideas and so on. To me belong only the new storyline and the original characters as well as the general madness. This story is written for fun, not to earn money (as if). Ok please note that this announcement counts for all chapters and I'm too lazy to write it down at the beginning of every new part of the story, therefore I trust in your ability to remember these words. (you can do that I'm sure)
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Hello :) welcome to another story of mine... this time I'm trying for a smart, clever Harry. He isn't tooooo powerful (no secret inheritance, no extra magic) his power is his wit and cleverness. I'm welcoming people who leave comments and reviews :) and have fun with the story. If you have problems with my grammar and writing style you are gladly invited to be my beta reader ;).
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"Thanks for the offer but I have to decline"
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1) The Setup
Even the best laid plans and the most careful woven nets aren't fail proof. Albus Percival Wlulfric Brian Dumbledore would learn this the hard way. He had done everything that was in his power to ensure that fate would unfold as he planned it. Only that fate had something against manipulating old men with a god complex. Fate was really pissed as the Headmaster of Hogwarts used the mumblings of Trelawny to his adventage. It watched as the old man let Snape escape with a part of the prophecy, knowing full well that he doomed the young Potter family. In his eyes it was worth it, even if he lost some of his best people... as long as Voldemort would be defeated. It was for the greater good. Fate and Doom were sisters but they didn't like each other well, there was too much jealousy between them. Fate hated the look of victory on doom's face as Voldemort stepped into Gothric's Hollow to stop the prophecy, only to set it in motion in the first place. Not that fate was surprised that doom had no dignity and got involved with the likes of Dumbledore and Voldemort... but she wasn't fate for nothing. Being fate had more advantages than only a sense of finality, she also had friends and allies and the one she needed the most at that moment was Lady Fortune.
So it came that while Dumbledore placed a sleeping, injured Harry Potter at the doorstep of the Dursley household, fortunate things happened that would seal fate in a way appreciated by the goddess. Satisfied with their work the two ladies (Fate and Fortuna) left the place to return to more daunting matters like the council of gods and preparing for the new winter season. Dumbledore on the other hand hadn't such a good feeling, he had been devastated to learn that Tom hadn't really died at Halloween. It seemed that his former pupil had a back up plan in place in case something would go wrong. So while Voldemort's killing curse backfired at him, it only destroyed his body but the soul of the evil wizard was still alive and could escape as a wraith. Dumbledore had sacrificed James and Lily in vain and now he had to put new schemes in place, for the time when Voldemort would return. Lily's sacrifice had helped her son to live so Harry would be the perfect weapon to fight against Tom Riddle once he returned. The headmaster only had to make sure that the little boy would be molded into the easily manipulated, willing child that would sacrifice itself when needed. As the powerful wizard he was he had not much difficulty with raising blood wards powered by Lily's sacrifice, Petunia's blood and Harry's magic around the muggle household. Those wards would protect the boy and keep him secret until he would be needed, they also would drain him enough so the muggles couldn't complain too much about accidental magic. The old wizard also added some compulsion charms to the wards, they would ensure the hatred of the Dursley's against Harry but would be more from bitterness than rage, he needed the boy downtrodden but alive. Dumbledore also added some strong compulsions for Muggles to ignore and overlook the boy most of the time and some that would make the Durselys keep the boy in their house.
Minerva McGonnagall wasn't happy with letting her friend's son with those people but she trusted the Headmaster. So the witch ignored the feeling of doubt and left the scene after a final wave of goodbye to the boy (which slept in a basket on a doorstep in November with only a blanket and a letter explaining who he was), following Dumbledore which had a smug feeling.
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Everything calmed down at Private Drive number 4, the adults left the scene and little Harry was still sleeping. Odds weren't good for the little boy, as he had been injured by the dark curse of Voldemort and also had a small piece of his enemies soul attached to him. If that alone wasn't bad enough there were also the newly raised wards that slowly started to feed of his magic and would reduce his magical core to minimum in the morning. As far as Dumbledore was concerened everything would go perfectly and in the morning he would be able to detect the new wards and keep watch over them until it would be time for his little weapon to return to the wizarding world. Yet he didn't count in one small detail and that was fortunate for little Harry. The wards while draining him and also compulsing others to be vile to him would also protect him from magic. It didn't matter what intend the magic had (good or bad) those wards wouldn't allow the small boy to be put under any binding magic as long as he was with Petunia. With his head held higher than the stars Dumbledore overlooked that this wouldn't only affect, magical detections, beings, post owls and death eaters but also the sleeping and warming spell that he had put on the small child.
Harry had cried himself to sleep, his mummy was gone. The boy had been scared and exhausted and he couldn't forget the laughter and the green light. Fortunately for him (even if he wouldn't know that for years) he felt very cold and even though he was exhausted he woke up. It was dark and he didn't know where he was. He only knew that this wasn't his room or the house he had lived him. Where were his mummy and daddy? He was alone and silently cried again, not daring to make a noise in case that the man with the evil laughter and the green light was still there. Harry could already walk, he had played with uncle paddy and his daddy so often that he had learned it soon, as well as flying at his broom. Harry got up and kept the blanket around him, with the letter that was placed in its folds. The boy pulled the blanket closer around him and headed for the light of the streetlamps. As he left the grounds of number 4 the still unstable wards crumbled. Harry suddenly felt much more vitalized and not so dull anymore. With his returning power the fear in him was enough to cause accidental magic.
With a silent pop the child vanished in the night.
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This was the first introduction to the story hope you liked it... more comes soon :)