"Hello all, did you know that I own Harry Pot-"*struggles whilst inhales knock out drug from intruder*..."he doesn't own anything...and you didn't see me"
Raising Cain
C1: Gitty Little Brother
He didn't understand why he was going; he knew practically everything, his mutt of a Godfather made sure of that; after travelling the Earth since he was 6 years old and being taught quite a lot from several different masters in various different Magical and Muggle areas, eighteen year old Harry James Potter knew and so did is flea-ridden Godfather, that he was extremely good in the experience and knowledge section of life, from Potions to Ancient Rituals and Mathematics to Nuclear bloody physics.
Obviously being such a smart-arse, Harry took his OWLS and NEWTS and Muggle GCSEs early, and what did he do when he got his results, well like any other smart-arse would do, he just passed them over to his Godfather without even reading what results he got; his Godfather's loud and happy exclamation whilst spitting out his Coco Pops meant that he did well…..*cough*Os or O+s in everything and grades As and A*s in all of his Muggle lessons*cough*
What was worse, his little brother was going to be there! Of course Harry had heard about how his four year younger brother lorded over everyone else: 'I'm the boy-who-lived', 'If it wasn't for me, you'd be all dead'. Christ almighty had he heard the bloody stories. Unfortunately the stupid bloody git got him-self entered into The Tri-Wizard Tournament.
This meant that Harry, being a relation to the fourteen year old Gareth had to travel from the lovely beach in Australia where he was spooning a lovely Aussie Lass after a night of drinking and shagging, to taking several Portkeys across the bloody globe to get to spiffing England and board the SPIFFING 'Hogwarts's Express', to "Cheer on/protect" his ickle brother.
Now you may be wondering why big brother Harry dislikes little brother Gareth, so instead of a flashback I'll put it in a simple paragraph: Voldemort goes to Godric's Hollow all evil looking and nasty on October the Thirty-first Two thousand, goes to the Potter's Cottage where James, Lily, Harry and little Gareth Potter live in hiding from the Red Eyes Nasty, due to a Prophecy that stated the one born at the end of July would get rid of Red Eyes Nasty. Now both Harry and Gareth were born on July the Thirty-first….you see where this is going don't you. James and Lily went out for a dinner party at the Ministry and leave Peter 'Wormtail' Pettigrew to babysit four year old Harry and one year old Gareth.
Peter lets Red Eyes Nasty in the Potter Cottage, tries to kill Harry the-raven-messy-haired-green-eyed-one first, things go tits up and the so called Killing Curse rebounds off wee little Harry and decimates Red Eyes Nasty. The roof cracks and a piece of wood cracks little boring-brown-dull-hair-dull-brown-eyed Gareth on the forehead leaving him a nasty scar shaped like the letter V. Wards go off, James, Lily, Sirius, Remus (Gareth's Godfather) and Dumbledore apparate into Nursery, see Peter knocked out with his left sleeve rolled up showing off his cool skull 'n' serpent tattoo to the Lead of Light, aaanndd BOOM Azkaban for Ratty. Dumbledore sees the scar on little Gareth's forehead and instantly he is crowned Boy-who-lived.
Now what happened to four year old Harry, well he was ignored for a year until his Godfather 'nicked' the five year old, and went touring the world for a very…very long time. Since then, Harry James Potter learnt many things, as we know he was a natural at learning things, he was a sponge, thus the outstanding results. He could fly a broom like it was another limb attached to his body, due to the travelling he learnt many languages including Magical ones e.g. Mermish, Gobbledegook and Troll.
He trained and worked out several hours every day giving him a lean and muscled body and he stood a proud 6"2. He made money with his Godfather doing not so legal things and winning tournaments. Harry may not have had a girlfriend longer than a week but that was due to the gypsy lifestyle he and his Godfather lived. Now when I say gypsy you think caravans….no, no, no. Luxury Gypsy was more the words that described the two travellers. Five to seven star hotels, shopping for expensive clothes in Magical and Muggle worlds, technology, concerts, and the list can go on.
Now though, he, Harry James Potter, playboy, smart-arse, rich-gypsy, fighter and adrenaline junkie was sat extremely bored in his own compartment on the dreary Hogwarts's Express all because someone may want to kill his little brother. Both the guy who wants to kill his brother and his brother has personally ruined his September First, Twenty-fourteen.
"…Wankers…" Harry grumbled whilst pulling his black hoodie over his head and falling asleep.