Ok, A story from me in a long while. I'll try to see this story till the end, but I'm not too sure because my mind is in such a mess that as I try to sort things out. I'll also try to be reasonable in doing this story that others will love.
NOTE: This story is not betaed (yet) and if anyone would like to beta this story for me, please, send me a note (not a review as that will be tough if there are many reviews that I'll have to sift through).
Enjoy the story and I hope that I didn't kill the story. Also as another note, I'll try to get at least three chapters done before I post another chapter as that will help me make sure that I don't have to rewrite the story from beginning to end as I experienced that many readers hate it to read over again and find many good and favorite parts of the story erased.
Also, to appease the publication police, I don't own the stories that are used, meaning I don't own the rights to Percy Jackson and The Olympians (This belongs to the Mythical Rick Riordan) nor Harry Potter (Belonging to the Legendary Joanne Kathrine Rowling). Though if I do have one wish, it's to go back in time with many skills and talents and create a graphic novel of the Percy Jackson series to go along with the books so the younger kids can read it and for the readers to have a imaginative visual. OH WELL!
Prolouge: Meet the Stranger
In the middle of July, one lone boy was walking through the town in the early evening. He was small, around five foot five, wearing round think-framed glasses, Black untamable hair, has stunning green eyes, pale skin, and is wearing what many people would consider rags. The initial thoughts about this boy is that he must be from a somewhat poor family or an orphan from the people that look at him. The boy was indeed an orphan, but he's not an ordinary orphan. Harry Potter, that's who he is, and he is a wizard and a famous one as well. Except, Harry Potter doesn't really like his fame to tell the truth, he doesn't like the fame to cost him dearly, in this case, the life of his parents.
As he's walking, he went through his memories of this previous school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a magical school that Harry attends to learn magic from. His first year there was very adventurous and puts him in danger quite a lot. With danger comes trouble and that trouble was the form of detentions from his professors. First was helping in retrieving Neville Longbottoms, a dorm mate of Harry's, remembrall from, what Harry thinks as "The Prince of Ponces" or "Malfunction*" , Draco Malfoy. Following that, on Halloween Night, fight against a troll to save his friend, Hermione Granger, with the help of his other friend, Ron Weasley, by Harry distracting the troll and Ron using the levitating charm on the Trolls club and knocking the troll into unconsciousness with its' own weapon. Not long after, in the first quidditch (a magical game like Soccer/Football or Basketball that uses brooms) that someone jinxed his broom to try and kill him. Harry and his friends thought that the suspect was Snape, the potions master professor. Following that is meeting the baby dragon, Norbert, sneaking Norbert up the Astronomy Tower to help transport the baby dragon to a dragons preserve, The danger in the Forbidden Forest, and finally the biggest one yet, the finale of the year, rescuing the Philosopher Stone (Sorcerers' Stone for U.S.) and killing one of his professors that was possessed by his parents murderer. Quite the eventful year he had.
Even with all of the problems at Hogwarts, Harry felt deep in his heart that the magical castle was home for him, it was the first place that he felt welcomed and to have a somewhat normal life, well normal as it can be with himself being famous. Harry loved being in that castle, it was where his parents went to school as well and the feel or sense of fitting in and having friends made it all worth it. Though he could do without Professor Snape, the overgrown greasy bat of the dungeons. People don't call him that, well not with him in their presence, especially to his face but definitely behind his back. Harry doesn't get it, what was the Potions Professors problem on picking on Harry every single time? From what Harry can gather, it had to do with his dad.
'That's all in the past, it seems that he can't let go of whatever my dad did to him' Harry thought.
Well, that's another thing, Harry is a very smart boy, it just that due to his relatives having to punish him for getting good grades then his cousin Dudley, Harry learned to hide his intelligence and due to hiding his intelligence for over six years, Harry didn't express of how smart he is and downplay his work and effort, afraid of being punished by Dursleys', this set into a small habit that continued into his first year at Hogwarts.
The Dursleys' were Harry's relatives, he doesn't really consider them his family, they abused him as his Uncle Vernon's and Cousin Dudley's punching bags, the slave for the house that his own Aunt Petunia force him to do, starting at age four in cleaning and gardening, and at age five is learning to cook for the family. When he didn't get everything done in a certain timeframe and at the Dursleys' standards on how they wanted things, Harry got a beating. Also, when Harry's Magic acted up accidentally or his uncle was in a foul mood just after work, Harry got a beating, everyone thought that all the wrongs in their life was his fault, and at times, Harry thought that as well. This was why Harry didn't consider No. 4 Privet Drive, his relatives house, his home and why he wanted to be at Hogwarts, his home in his heart.
Right now, Harry is heading towards the supermarket to pick up groceries that his aunt wanted him to buy considering that the household was running low on food, again in the past week. Well, considering that both his Uncle and Cousin are obese with Vernon as the size and possible weight of a adult walrus, and Dudley can be described as a baby whale or a in Harry's case "A Pig with a Wig**", that is just sad. Considering that Harry is going to go shopping, what he didn't know was that someone was tailing him, well, he did notice, but just didn't know what to expect from this character.
As Harry walked into the supermarket and was glad that the store wasn't that crowded, Harry started to do his evening chore of the day. Picking up the boxed and can items first, Harry was definite about the strange middle-aged man was following him. Trying to shake him, the man was able to follow him until Harry was in the back, cornered, trapped and the man spotted him and heading towards him, like in a chess match, coming in for the kill, the checkmate.
As the man came striding up towards the now scared Harry, the man slowed down till he was in front of Harry, then surprised him, he smiled.
"Well, look what we have here, little Harry Potter." The man said still with a smile on his face. He looks to be around five feet ten or eleven inches, red with graying and white hair, light blue, bordering on gray eyes that seems to glow. He was wearing a red t-shirt with the words "I am an Ironman", long jeans that are a bit baggy looking with a belt on it, running sneakers, and a fancy-looking wristwatch. The man looked quite fit for a person his age, an athletic built with more muscle definition added to the man as well and what stands out for him from other British people is that this man somehow has a tan, now that is a bit weird to Harry. What's even weird is that this man's smile doesn't seem threatening, it seems warm-looking.
"You know I haven't seen you since you were a whittle baby that I used to watch over." The man said after a few moments of silence.
"Excuse me sir, but who are you? and how do you know me?" Harry asked this stranger, getting ready to run if a possible opening was available to him at any given moment. Harry had to learn how to find escape routes around his cousin and posse of friends of other bullies to get away from their games of "Harry Hunting", which isn't fun for Harry. The man looked a bit surprised, then sheepish in embarrassment.
"Oh, forgive me, where were my manners, my name is Aaron Flame, and as to how I know you by name, well, I used to watch over you when you were younger." The man now identified as Aaron explained for his missing manners. Now Harry was a bit confused, he doesn't remember this man watching over him when he was younger.
"I'm sorry, you have me at a disadvantage, I don't remember you watching me when I was young." Said Harry with confusion in his voice and started to suspect this Aaron Flame. Aaron on the other hand looked a bit sad that just confuses Harry now.
"Well, I guess you wouldn't remember me, because you were barely a year old when I used to watch over you, I was friends with your parents you see, especially to your mother as we used to be co-workers." Aaron explained with sadness in his eyes.
Harry was surprised now. "He knew my parents, he knew my mother, wait, he said that since we was a co-worker with mum, does that make him a wizard as well?" Harry thought to himself. Feeling emotions rising up from his chest, he just had to ask, especially if it pertains to his parents.
"Are you a wizard sir?" Harry asked in a whisper
"Well, yes I am one, I'm guessing that you have questions about your parents from my point of view?" Aaron asked in return
"Yes, I do sir, I don't know much or at all about them." Harry asked after giving out a sigh of relief. He really thought that this man might have worked for Voldemort.
"Don't know much or at all about them? Harry, didn't Professor McGonnagall or Dumbledore or any Professor ever told you about your parents? Never-mind about your Aunt Petunia, I heard enough about her from your mother." Aaron asked him. Harry suddenly looked down at his shoes, seeming to look very interesting to him at that moment for some reason.
"No sir, they didn't and I didn't think of to ask them." Harry said, feeling stupid not to ask the teachers for personal or, well stories that they can share about his parents time at Hogwarts and what they were like.
Aaron could tell that Harry is probably beating himself up inside for not asking the professors. Though he could understand of being your first year at Hogwarts and just learning magic must have been on the forefront of the kids mind. "Don't worry, you were just probably fascinated by the thoughts of learning magic in your first year, it's understandable and I was kind of like that as well." Said Aaron "Also, drop the 'sir' non-sense, you can call me Uncle Aaron if you like." he also added in the end.
Harry nodded and smiled. 'Well, at least I know one person that can help me understand my parents'
With that, Harry walked with Aaron as he finished off the grocery shopping. As they both got grocery, Harry learned from their small talk that his mother was something called an "Unspeakable", his father an Auror or for him to understand better, something like the Scotland Yard, Aaron used to watch over him when he was a baby while his mother was working, considering that his mother and father had very difficult and time-consuming jobs in the magical world. In return, Harry shared about his life so far, sugarcoating his story on the happenings at Privet drive. As they were about to go their separate ways, Aaron pulled Harry off to the side to have some last minute words before they go home.
"Now Harry, listen to me, I know you downplayed what goes on at your relatives house, there was no need to lie to me." Aaron said, Harry on the other hand looked surprised and then sadness starts to fill him, realizing that since he was caught, he has to face the consequences, in this case, losing a possible friend of his parents that could tell him stories of his parents.
"I'm sorry." Harry whispered looking down, trying to hide his tears.
"Harry, Harry look at me." Aaron said with worry in his voice. He knows that he can be blunt in rare times, but he couldn't help it, he knew that little Harry was sugarcoating most of the story just by the way the boy in front of him talked. Though it does help that he can read minds somewhat. Harry slowly looked up at Aarons worried face, just trying to be respectful. "I'm sorry that I was blunt about it, it's just that I could kind of guess from what your mother told me about her sister and brother-in-law, I know what could go down in that household for you. Ok?" Aaron explained, Harry nodded his head, glad that he wasn't losing someone that can be important to him.
"Now I have a proposal for you Harry, I would like to meet with you four to five times a week, I'll meet you at the Surrey library and we can meet and talk about your parents and I want to help you, is that ok?" Aaron asked, hoping that Harry would answer yes.
Harry thought about it. Well, it wasn't that hard to think about. He would learn more about his parents and Aaron did say in helping him, but helping him in what? Harry decided to ask. "What do you mean help, help me in what exactly?"
"Well, to help you in understanding magic and to help you learn, besides, it's what your mother would have done if she was alive." Said Aaron. Harry nodded in return, understanding that it's probably true. With no more words to say, Harry and Aaron went their separate ways towards their houses, though Harry did tell Aaron where he lived and that they'll meet each other in two days. That shopping trip sure turned out interesting, interesting indeed.
Two Days Later
The day finally arrived, he couldn't believe how time flies by while in excitement. Harry arrived back at the house with the family watching the telly. While putting the food away, his Aunt Petunia came into the kitchen to get more water. Quickly thinking that he would never have another opportunity to ask again that day, Harry asked his aunt to being able to go to the Library in two days to meet with Aaron. His aunt was not pleased and denied him, but Harry was determined to meet with Aaron again and told his aunt "I need to see him, he's one of my kind and he knows where I live, if I meet him at the Library, the neighbors don't have to know about him." throwing down a trump card. His Aunt somewhat agreed but needed to talk to his Uncle Vernon tomorrow morning. The next day, Vernon was persuaded to allow Harry to go, after returning from work to learn that he's having guests over for a business dinner. Harry suggested that he be gone the whole day and the Dursleys can rehearse for the dinner.
It was just before nine in the morning that Harry finally left, after having a small breakfast while cooking a feast for the Dursley's. Walking down Wisteria Lane and turning down towards the Library that is a twenty minute walk, Harry reached the building and outside waiting was Aaron, sitting on a bench feeding some of the birds some bread crumbs. Heading towards the man, Harry couldn't help but let the smile appear on his face, his excitement thrumming through his entire body and feeling a tingling feeling at his finger tips. Being curious, Harry looked towards his hands, bringing them up somewhat, and what he saw shocked him, literally. Arching from the tips of his fingers was pure lightning. Thinking that it's his magic reacting to his high-emotions, Harry slowed down and took deep, calming breaths until he couldn't feel the tingling at his fingers. Taking one more deep breath, Harry restarted to head towards Aaron, though calmer now.
Aaron looked up as Harry started to walk towards him again. He knew what was happening the entire time and had a small smile form on his face. As Harry approached him, he stood up, dusting off the rest of the crumbs to the ground for the birds to feast upon.
"Hello again Harry, how are you?" Aaron greeted, extending his hand out for a handshake.
"Hello Uncle Aaron, I'm fine." Harry said, while taking the offered hand and politely shook it. Just then, his stomach growled, betraying him saying that he was not fine, even though he did have a small breakfast, it was just a bacon and egg sandwich.
Aaron raised an eyebrow in amusement and chuckled at the embarrassed Harry Potter. "Are you sure? Because your body says otherwise. Come on, let's get something to eat to start the day." Said Aaron with a mischievous smile now.
Taking Harry to a restaurant nearby that was still serving breakfast, Aaron told Harry to order something big, he needs to build up his strength, plus, he's a growing boy and every single person needs the nutrients in food to help the body grow, it's especially true for magicals as teenagers as their body needs to grow to accommodate all of the magic in their body along with the energy from the food helps restore their magic faster for the day. Following the advice from someone who knows from experience, Harry did order something big with a large carafe of Orange Juice. While they waited for their food, Harry learned from Aaron the importance of eating a lot for a magical person and to eat healthy as well to help in every person. While he did learn this in Health class while in primary school, Aaron seems to go into more detail and to include what it means for a witch or wizard.
Just as the food arrived, Harry was asked what his goals for himself were in an Educational view along with a life view. As they began to eat their food, Harry contemplated what were his goals? What did he want to accomplish? Just finishing their food, Harry answered the man's question that his life goal is unknown at the moment, but his educational goal was to strive harder, considering that he did do that when he was younger but then noticed that since the Dursley's aren't getting involved in his education anymore, since they don't want to do anything with any magic at all, then Harry doesn't have to hide his intelligence while doing school things from the Dursleys anymore. Aaron listened to this goal and suggested that Harry to still hide his intelligence but to slowly show his knowledgeable side over the course of five years while hiding his gifts as aces for when in a duel of life and death, it can be really helpful, especially since there are Death-Eaters still roaming around with their children in Hogwarts, probably spying on him and reporting to their parents, which Aaron informed him of just as they left the restaurant. Soon, the pair was back at the Library and entered the establishment and headed towards the back where there were a table and chairs where they could chat in private.
"Now Harry, let me ask you a question pertaining to your goals, do you still remember from your lessons while in class and when you did your cousins homework?" Aaron asked, getting a surprised look out of Harry who asked how he knew. "Well it's quite simple when I looked at his grades and his tests and they don't add up."
"Well, yes I do, I can remember things quite clearly, but at times, I need to concentrate on past things. Before, I remembered that I could recall things like in... oh what did they call it... oh Photographic Memory." Harry said, looking down at a book that he picked up from the shelf, the subject was on Greek Mythologies. Aaron recognized the subject and raised an eyebrow, but didn't question on Harry's choice of reading, though inside he was a bit nervous.
"Harry, will you let me do something just before you return back towards your residence?" Aaron asked.
"Well, ok, but what are you going to do?" Harry asked in return.
"I need to check if there are any magical blocks on you." Aaron answered.
"Blocks, what are magical blocks anyway?" Harry asked, not quite liking the subject that they are about to discuss.
"Blocks are something that can limit a person their full potential from within, it's kind of like a dam holding back the water while letting some pass through in a small controlled amount." Aaron again answered the question.
"Oh" was Harry's intelligent reply.
Aaron continued "Also, considering that I added a magical power block onto you when you were a baby" Harry was initially shocked and started to become angry, he could feel a fire at his fingertips. "and before you jump to conclusions, your mother and father asked me to do it, considering that if I didn't, your accidental magic might tear the house down and might have killed your parents , it was that dangerous, your magic is very potent Harry and you were displaying very high levels of power through accidental magic just by your third month since you were born. Plus, your body might not be able to handle that amount of power as a baby, thus it saved you as well before anything could happen. Your parents didn't want to lose you, especially your father since he was panicking of that possibility ever happening." Aaron concluded, explaining his reasoning.
Harry started to cool down after the explanation and understood on why Aaron did what he did, then he came to a revelation, he would have been an Orphan sooner and it would have been his own fault that he killed his parents. Now Harry was grateful that Aaron did what he did, he saved him and his parents.
Following through the day, Harry learned more of his parents, like his father love for Pranks while in school, his friends, his life when he was a kid and his grandparents finding out that his grandfathers name was Charles and his grandmothers name was Emily ***. Taking a break for lunch by going to a pub and having fish and chips, while talking about his mother who was a Charms Prodigy Mistress, her time at Hogwarts, and how she strived to be one of the best, something that Harry had done before and is going to restart as well. Heading towards the park to talk more, Aaron went over how his parents met, his father's attempts to impress his mother do go out with him, then talking about Aarons life, well a part of it. Just as the evening was approaching, Aaron and Harry walked towards Privet drive.
"Now Harry, I know how your relatives are and I know that they abuse you, but I can't take you away from them, it's of the law." Aaron said, sounding sad which he was. "To make up the part of me not being here when you were younger, and like I said before, I'll be teaching you magic, what your mother would have done if she was alive. How does that sound?" Aaron asked
Harry didn't need any time to think, the choice was simple for him. "Yes Uncle Aaron, I would love that very much." Harry said with much enthusiasm. Then they stopped when they were in a place that no one will be able to see them.
"Alright, now like I said earlier, I need to check if there are any blocks upon you, or to be more specific, mental blocks, are you ready?" Aaron asked, giving Harry a heads up warning. Harry nodded his head and took a deep breath. Aaron waited till he was ready as well and in a few moments later, brought his left hand up and started an incantation in whisper that Harry couldn't really hear clearly, though Aarons hand did start to glow in a light purple color aura and placed it on the top of Harry's head, while closing his eyes. After a few moments passed, the aura turned towards blue in hue and then Aaron lifted his hand as he opened his eyes.
"Well, it's confirmed;" Aaron said, pausing to building up the tension."You don't have any mental blocks on you kiddo." Aaron said after a long while with a smile on his face, which earned him a glare from the younger of the two. After that, Harry sighed in relief.
"Well, that's good, but how did you do that, you know, to do magic without a wand?" That really intrigued Harry, to do magic without a wand, he wondered if he would be able to do that.
"That little Harry, is what magicals call Wandless magic and it's possible for you to do that as well. I personally call it 'Controlled Intent Magic' or Con-Intent Magic, but that's just me." Aaron explained.
"Really, I could learn that as well, when?" Harry was just bouncing with excitement. Aaron just chuckled, it sure reminds him of his kids when they were young, now though, they are all grown up and living their own lives.
"Later, alright, you need to know the basics, you know, create a foundation before you build anything or all that effort will amount to nothing in the end. Now, I believe it's time to really get you home." Said Aaron. With that, they continued to walk towards No.4 Privet Drive and then walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. The one who opened the door was Vernon.
"Yes?" Then he saw Harry "Oh, it's you, well are you one of them, the one that this freak said that he'll meet?" Vernon asked rudely, but Aaron held a stoic face, though inside, he was fuming.
"Yes, Mr. Dursley, I'm Aaron Flame, and I am one of those "freaks" as you call them, now, may I have a few words with you and Petunia, pertaining to Harry here?" Aaron said. Harry stood there, getting worried on what his uncle would do to him when this is over. Vernon called towards the kitchen for Petunia to come to the door. After a minute passed, Petunia finally came.
"Yes dear, what...(realizing that Harry is there), oh, well come on boy, get in the kitchen and start cooking." Petunia said
"Petunia, Petunia, Petunia Dursley, you don't change at all, do you." Aaron said while shaking his head in a disappointing way. "Look, I'll get right to it, my name is Aaron Flame, and yes, I'm a wizard, now if you would please allow us to come in so that we can discuss things in a more comfortable setting." Aaron said in a polite tone as possible due to the irritation and anger that is slowly swelling inside of him. With that, the Dursleys reluctantly allowed Aaron and Harry to walk in and went to the living room. The Dursleys sitting on the sofa, while Harry and Aaron sat on the opposite side.
"Now, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, I know that you abhor magic, you abhor abnormality, but you need to accept that the world is never normal, no matter what you try. What we need to discuss is that I plan to tutor Harry here in what is his heritage and before you say or shout anything, let me explain to you that Harry here has the right to know his birthright, his right to use magic. Your sister and Harry here told me what you are like Petunia, including your husbands' behavior. I was a friend of Lily's and I know some of her life." Aaron was about to continue, but Vernon had enough and began to shout.
"TUTOR HIM IN MAGIC! YOU GOT TO BE BLOODY JOKING IF YOU THINK THAT I'LL ALLOW HIM TO USE HIS EVIL FREAKISHNESS UPON ME OR UPON MY FAMILY! I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!" Vernon was turning a shade red, bordering on purple. 'Really, he and his son need to lose a lot of weight. I'll be surprised if they live past 55 years of age with that kind of health.' Aaron thought.
"Excuse me Mr. Dursley, you need to know that Harry here is not your slave, and if you don't like it, then you'll have to deal with me, understood?" Aaron said while whipping out his wand and pointing it at Vernon's face who shot back into his seat if fear, remembering what happened last year with Dudley. Aaron had enough of their arrogance which was sickening. "Now, you are going to listen, and follow with this plan as it's to help Harry and possibly help you. Are we clear?" Aaron said after a minute of utter silence. "I asked Are. We. Clear?" Aaron continued since he didn't get a response. This time, the Dursley's nodded their heads, fear having captured their voices.
"Good, now what I'm about to say is a summary of what I'm going to teach Harry and you are not to tell anyone else, not a single soul is to learn of me tutoring Harry or me being here, am I understood?" Aaron again got nods of agreement. "Ok, this summer, Harry here is going to learn the basics of magic and is going to exercise." Harry looked at him in shock. "Yes, Harry, we are going to exercise, also, just to let you know, it'll help you in your life, trust me. Now getting back on topic, the next summer will be the same as of this summer and I'm also going to add to it of Harry learning any gifts that he'll have. Following that, I'll be teaching him self-defense. I'll meet with Harry every other day while he is here. Think of it this way, with him gone for the day, he'll be out of your way, ok?" Again the Dursley's nodded their agreement and finally found their voices saying "Yes sir, we understand and it's alright for him to be tutored by you." in a whispering voice. With that the meeting ended and so the tutoring for one Harry Potter began.
Coming up next time, A time skip, yes that's right a time skip to Harry's fourth year. But don't worry, there will be flash backs and Harry is going to New York. Aaron will be explained during the next chapter as well. Till then, lates.
*-Borrowing from Radaslab, really love it and it's not mines, but it's that authors idea and inspiration to me
**- Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone, J.K. Rowling. © 1996
"I am an Ironman" is pertaining to the Ironman race in Hawaii, yes I live there. No, it's not pertaining to "Ironman" that is owned by Marvel.
***- We don't know Harry's paternal grandmothers real name, so here's my shot at a name.
Please leave a review and I mean a critique review on how to improve my stories, no flaming as those don't help at all. Also to note, my level of English Skills are at a B average and the highest education I got was English 22 (didn't pass the test for English 100, but I know the basics).