This is my first attempt at writing anything in a few years, let alone a fanfiction so this probably wont be brilliant. However I will accept all reviews and take into account about what they say in order to help improve. I would appreciate it if the comments where positive or at least constructive criticism as this would be more beneficial to help improving then someone saying I am no good and to never write again. This story is an idea that I had and there will be crossover references and there is inspiration from over fanfictions that I have read over the years on this website. If you think that some part sounds similar to another story then the chances are that I will have read that and used some part for my story. I am not the owner of any of the books or characters and make the claim to only the whole plot and any OC's. This will obviously be an AU with some OOC I will however to try and keep personalities close to cannon, or at least my perception of cannon. Thank You
Prologue
I suppose the best way to start this tale would be some magical history and theory, taking place in ancient Greece. In these times magic was much less developed and sophisticated then in the future. The 'Olympian Gods' where a group of Elementals, controlling the elements to these individuals was instinctual and second nature. Unlike wizards who need to use their magical core the use their magic Elementals use their magic to shape the ambient magic and energy in nature for their desired results thus using much less energy to get more powerful results. Elementals can not be created or learned and can only be born, thus so called 'Demi-gods' were simply standard wizards and witches who had used there magic in a way similar to the 'gods' because it was standard magic it was much less powerful and controlled. Most of the time is was semi controlled accidental magic and only experienced and highly dedicated wizards could gain a large amount of control.
However in these times a unique trait that could never be replicated was the ability to absorb. The simplest way to explain this would be if the soul was a ball and it had a funnel in it, allowing things to get into the soul but not get out, kind of like a crab pot. This was the trait that allowed Heroes such as Heracles and Achilles to come about. It allowed them to take a portion of their defeated enemy's powers, be it physical, magical or otherwise. Whereas Heracles went after the strongest magical and mundane beast and people to make him stronger, Achilles went after the faster and most agile one, which is why he is the greatest warrior in history. After Ancient Greece had fallen this ability was never seen again, as was the decline of Elementals who grew rarer and rarer and the greatest proportion gathered in a place that would one day be called Ireland.
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It was a young 5 year old Harry Potter sat in his Cupboard under the stairs, nursing a broken arm and fractured ribs, that had served as his room for the past three and a half years. He was currently locked in their due to another weird thing that had happened around him when his Uncle Vernon was saying that his mum and dad had killed themselves so that they would have to live with the shame of their Freak son. He had let his anger run wild and then a window had shattered, and Uncle Vernon had seemed to think that is was his fault which he couldn't understand. His uncle hadn't like that and started to hit him and his cousin and aunt had actually helped this time. That hurt Harry more than anything his uncle did, the fact that his last living relatives would do this to him. Harry was not like other children his age, he was very perceptive and intelligent, so he understood that some weird things happened near him and he had come to the conclusion that it happened when his emotions where not under control but he didn't know why. He also new that the what Uncle Vernon said was a lie as he could remember the night his mum died, but to him it didn't make any sense, after all how could a green light kill fired from a stick kill someone? Harry knew he was missing something important from the puzzle that was his life and he wished that it would become clear to him.
Knowing that he wouldn't get any answers that day, he turned over and that hard mattress on the floor and went to sleep, welcoming the feeling of the spiders and other creatures of the night crawl over his body as to him it was the closest he got to a hug and comforting since that night, in what felt like such a long time ago.
What the young Potter heir didn't know, was the reason that he always felt so tired was due to his magical core having to both fight off the soul of a dark lord and power the blood wards surrounding Number 4 privet drive, that should have been powered by the power of Love between family, however due to the lack of love he received it had to draw on the next available resource, which happened to be his magical core. The meant that Harry had to do every thing his relatives wished while basically being magically exhausted. In most cases this would have outright killed a child or at least made him a squib. However the Potter heir had one trick up his sleeve that allowed him to cope. This was the prophecy that was created before he was born. When the dark lord marked him as his equal, this meant that the power of prophecy made a young child's magical core the same size as the 50 year old dark lord who had partaken in a number of highly illegal and dark rituals that required many human, child and virgin sacrifices. Due to this instead of him having an unstable core like a child should have, he had a stable one that like an adult past his magical maturity, however it still carried on growing like a child's would which is what kept him alive. However unless something changed in the next few years the boys life would be forfeit.