Have you ever had one of those days? Plans are made, ideas are hatched and everything just seems to fall apart. The omnipotent Headmaster never got Harry Potter past the front door of the Dursley's. Harry was taught magic from a 200-year-old elf that raised him? Oh dear, somebody's in trouble aren't they? Rated M, No slash.
With over 720,000 Harry Potter stories out there I have probably stepped on someone's toes, for that I apologize. I am having fun and it's addicting, so on with my attempt at writing so let me get out my crayons and get started. You get it as I write it and it's as fast as I can put the words down on the screen.
If you look past my grammar etc, you may find a story, then maybe not. The first chapter or two may be a bit slow as I try to bend some of the original Canon information to work in this story. This will contain lot of character bashing, character death and not book compliant. No Slash.
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 their 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 at least I can give it away. Maybe?
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^^^^^HARRY POTTER AND DUMBLEDOR'S PLANS^^^^
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On the edge of a street, there was a small walled in garden. On top of that wall, was a cat, a small grey cat with black stripes, most people would have thought it just a stray. The Cat had a strange marking on its face, but who was paying attention? It was there for several hours, just watching the people, and basking in the sunshine, constantly watching. The cat had encountered a highly rude man who lived in the house several times. The overweight man stormed to his vehicle after throwing a rock and missing the cat. He then spend from the neighborhood only to return with beer and some take-out food. Later he left for more beer returning to scowl at the neighborhood and glared the cat. Every so often he would yank the door open and scowl at the doorstep as if someone had forgotten to deliver his newspaper. The wife was a nosy gossip thing who hung over the hedges in the backyard of her house while spying on the neighbors. The bridge club did have to be informed of any improprieties after all.
The day waned into evening and the evening started towards night when a strange man suddenly appeared and ambled toward number 4 Privet Dr. The cat crouched low on the wall but recognizing the great Albus Dumbledore. Remaining out of sight she watched with a keen interest.
The Great Albus Dumbledore seem to sense he was being watched but finally just shrugged his shoulder and removed his 'lighter' looking device. His 'lighter' soon had the street soon draped in darkness as it seemed to suck in the light from the street lamps. Anyone looking out of their window now would only see the darkness of the night. Not having this problem the cat could see quite well, thank you very much.
The cat in human form was Professor McGonagall a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The world was celebrating the defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort at the hands of little baby Potter. Two of her best friends, who were now dead, and a Non-talkative hat had brought Professor McGonagall to sit on the wall at this address in her cat form. There were several serious inconsistencies that sent her to sit on this wall and she reviewed them as she watched...
The Headmaster, Dumbledore, had become quite cozy with Severus Snape, a former student, who she would put money on was currently a Death Eater if his actions told the truth. School funds were quietly being diverted by the headmaster but not in support of the Order of the Phoenix. Then there were the oddities that were still fuzzy in her mind as if she felt she had been partially 'Obliviated'.
/Flashback/
"I'm afraid, Professor McGonagall, it is indeed true, James and Lily Potter died at the hands of Voldemort this evening. Harry has somehow vanquished the Dark Lord Voldemort who is hopefully never to return."
"Albus where is Harry, is he all right?"
"He's fine I sent Hagrid to gather up young Harry as Sirius Black has run off in an attempt to kill Peter Pettigrew. I fear when this is all over I will be required to take over guardianship of young Harry."
"Albus that won't be necessary as the Potter's last Will and Testimony will shows that they made me Harry's godmother and magical guardian."
"I think you'll find that you are in error Professor McGonagall."
Professor McGonagall's mind shields suddenly fell under attack. Dumbledore was trying to Memory Charm her. While her shields held, she became disoriented, and collapse into a chair.
"Come Professor McGonagall let us all go out and celebrate that Voldemort is currently gone."
Dumbledore left the office with the knowledge that his way was the right way and to inform the staff that it was a day for celebration.
As she sat there in the headmaster's office her mind cleared. She found the office empty but for the sorting hat, the hat could barely squeak out "number 4 Privet Dr." before it fell silent. The sorting hat could talk your ear off yet all it could say was an address?
Using the 'Floe' in the headmaster's office she exited at the Leakey Cauldron.
The first oddity was if the Dark Lord had killed both Potters and the only survivor and witness was a baby eighteen months old, how did the entire magical community know what had happened not hours later? As far she could see all of Diagon alley was in celebration.
/End flashback/
This is why Professor McGonagall had an uncomfortable day sitting on a wall. Curiosity was said to kill the cat but Professor McGonagall had no intention of being seen. After all it was just probably her imagination and some fuzzy recollections.
A low rumbling that slowly grew louder gave way to a headlight, if one was watching, only to see a gigantic motorcycle falling down from the sky. While the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing compared to the man riding upon it. He was the keeper of keys at Hogwarts and a half giant.
The half giant, Hagrid, seemed to extract a small bundle from underneath his huge robes and handed it to Dumbledore. Dumbledore had just taken the bundle into his hands when Dumbledore lit up like a Christmas tree and he flung the bundle into the air as if a reaction to receiving a serious magical shock. Hagrid easily caught the bundle. After a quick exchange of words, which Professor McGonagall could not hear, the bundle was then laid down gently on the doorstep by Hagrid. Dumbledore pulled a letter out of his cloak and Hagrid had then tucked the letter carefully inside the blankets of the bundle.
Hagrid was emotionally upset and crying as he left via the motorcycle. Professor McGonagall was curious but yet dreading the contents of the bundle now sitting on the front doorstep. Could it be?
/Scene Break/
Dumbledore didn't really care if the child died under the care of the Muggles residing in number 4 Privet Dr. If the child was not still alive in ten years he would have another plan and Savior to throw in the face of evil. Harry Potter was his first choice but there was always someone to manipulate to ensure his plans were fulfilled. The first couple lines of that phony prophecy that Snape had overheard only aimed Voldemort at the Potters. The Longbottom's sprog wasn't going anywhere but he had best put a monitor on this one so it didn't run off somewhere or meet the wrong people. Dumbledore then disappear into the night with a slight pop as lights on the street of Privet Drive returned.
McGonagall sprang from the wall and approached the bundle only to find her Godchild. Picking up the child Minerva McGonagall had the look of determination as she 'apperated' to her sister's place in Scotland.
Somewhere in the magical mystical world of magic the equivalent of a checkmark was entered into a proverbial magical ledger. In the same ledger a magical eraser was applied causing the baby in Professor McGonagall's hands to sigh in relief.
The next morning Petunia Dursley opens the front door to collect the milk to find in addition to the milk, a letter. Curiosity she opens it and was dumbfounded. The letter basically read, "Do what you will with the bundle and the kid."
"Vernon, do you know anything about a bundle and a kid?"
"Yes Petunia dear. Some crackpot old man offered me 60 pounds a week to watch some kid for a while. I figured we could dump the kid in an orphanage. We could use the money and since there were no signed contracts I fear that nobody can complain, we will just say we don't anything about nothing and keep taking the money."
/Scene Break/
Professor McGonagall was in a quandary. She loved teaching children but she was not a rich witch and needed her job to survive. At the same time she couldn't let that barmy old coot get his hands back on Harry. This meant that Harry couldn't come to Hogwarts to be raised by her within the halls of Hogwarts. Her sister Abigail also had a job that she couldn't leave but her sister did have a house.
"Abigail we don't have the time to raise Harry nor the money to hire a nanny, what are we going to do?"
"Well Mini while we are not here we could have Twinkles watch Harry, you know she's reliable.
Somewhere, someplace, laughter could be heard but then it could've been nothing but rolling thunder that escaped the heavens as another checkmark went into a magical ledger.
/Scene Break/
"That is correct Arabella, you will find the child in number 4 Privet Dr."
"So the rented house that I'll be watching from is just down the street and I am not to make contact with the child?"
"I just want you to report to me if the child attempts to leave the area. The goblins will be paying the rent on your new house so the strain in your pension should be substantially reduced."
It did not take long for Arabella Figg to identify that the only child at number 4 Privet Dr. was a spoiled little brat being raised by horrible parents. Was this the great Savior Harry Potter? Albus Dumbledore was not interested in anything she had to report so within a short period of time she quit trying to report. After a couple years of total boredom watching a spoiled overweight brat she was thrilled when her numbers in the lottery turned up. Arabella Figg decided that an extended vacation would suit her life better. Since Albus Dumbledore couldn't even stop by to say hello Mrs. Figg departed for a vacation of a lifetime without a word to the arrogant boob. It was a shame that she never returned to watch Dudley form a street gang. That might have interested Albus Dumbledore.
/Scene Break/
Professor McGonagall took the breaks that the school offered and spent her free time with her Godson. Unfortunately this only came to a couple of months each year. While she provided love and comfort to young Harry she was an elderly stern teacher. Her presents were normally practical items and she insisted that Harry study from textbooks as learning is always very important.
In most households that could afford a house elf the adult was around to guide or order the house elf. With Professor McGonagall full-time at Hogwarts and Abigail gone from the house the majority of the day and everyone sleeping soundly at night, there was only Twinkles and Harry.
What is an 18-month-old baby to do with a 200 year old house elf? What does the elf do with the 18-month-old baby all day and all night? The house elf started keeping the child occupied but a baby rattle only goes so far. So as weeks started into months and the months started into years the only medium was magic. They played watch the elf shake the rattle, and then watch the elf animate the stuffed toy. Baby Harry could not really use magic and of course Twinkles couldn't teach wizard magic.
But you see that is where the problem started with the concept of wizard magic and house elf magic. The fact was there was only magic and how it was tapped for use. A Wizard was taught to focused magic through his body and out through a wand. A house elf directed magic. This was learned by the baby elf's physical attachment, after birth, while the parent elf continued to work. The tiny elf was continually attached to its parent's neck or arm and just felt how to use magic while attached to its working parent. Indeed a baby house elf started popping around just days after birth.
At first Twinkles tried to play tossed the ball but Harry couldn't use his magic so that game was going nowhere. Again something unusual happened, house elves never touched their masters, it just wasn't done. Everything an elf needed to do was done through elf magic. A nappy was changed by a thought and wave of the elf's hand, even the spoon delivering the porridge was directed by elf magic. As Twinkles held Harry's arm in an attempt to show Harry how to magically toss the ball, Harry was learning how the elves controlled magic by feeling its application and not how wizards did their spell chanting magic. This thinking or directing magic affected many different areas besides toss the ball in young Harry's life.
Oh, they played magical elf ball tossing but as time passed they played magical tag as they popped around the house. Harry learned how to turn himself invisible as adults elves were never seen unless summoned. However Harry thought it was great fun in playing tag and other games.
Twinkles did have to clean and cook as well as tending to Harry. Soon Harry was helping twinkles. Cleaning the bed linen or the floors were not much fun but Harry found it fun to be able to wave his hand and have the eggs from the cooler broken open into the frying pan. In fact if he concentrated hard enough he could have the bread become toast as it left the breadbox, as a plate popped under the toast to receive the cooked eggs and bacon. Midnight snacks were ever so good.
/Scene Break/
Harry was six years old and while he was polite and loved his Aunt Mini he was a kid full of energy and a bit of mischief. While Aunt Mini would never appreciate a surprise Twinkie was going to get one today if Harry's surprise worked out.
Twinkles had just put a very strong bit of magic to clean the stone wall that was trying to be dirty. Since nasty wall was now sparkling clean by Twinkles magic she waved her hand in what the wizards would call a 'Finite Incantatem' type wave. Harry decided at that moment in time to POP in front of Twinkles and yell "BOO" but received the elf's spell directly onto his forehead and into the lightning bolt scar instead.
As Harry was laid out on the floor, a black mist seeping from his forehead and another checkmark was entered on a ledger, somewhere.