If you look past my grammar etc, you may find a story, when Harry Potter learns he has a brother and he just wants to be left alone. This is a little AU and girls running all over the place breaking out of old Victorian ideas. Harry has a wife and wants no more than a life. A lot of character bashing. Harry Potter learns that "The "Greater Good" is not his cup of tea.
This is defiantly Mature so be pre-warned. Its also got some language that might not be accecpatable to some, although the kids at school might find it mild. With 600,000 HP stories out there I have probably stepped on someone's toes, for that I apologize. So if you continue you will just have to put up with my attempts.
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~Is non audible mind speaking
WHO ELECTED ME?
Chapter 1 Why me Mr. Deatheater?
Harry Potter sat in his cupboard under the stairs thinking about what happened. "What have I done now?" thought Harry.
While the pain was still there had been worse, much worse. He had only been slapped, hit, kicked and thrown into the boot cupboard under the stairs. "I wonder how long before I get out or some food? The last time it was three days."
The question was unnecessary and would not be answered as events started unfolding, unforeseen by many.
The same old question popped up in Harry's mind 'Who Elected Me' to this miserable life. I wish I could be in charge I would…?
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The Dursley's never got to finish dinner that evening as the front door of #4 Privet Drive was blown in followed by killing curses flung in all directions. The three Dursley's may have thought many things the instant before they died but died they did. The five Death eaters had found where "The-Boy-who-lived" resided and revenge for their Dark Lord was on their minds. They were joking that there wasn't even one simple ward on the house. One Deatheater made a fatal mistake for himself and his companions he fired off a curse.
Flashback:
While drinking in a dive in Knockturn Alley the reminiscing of better times was being lauded over many glasses of fire whiskey.
"We should find and kill that brat" said Deatheater #1
"I agree, he must have snuck up on the Dark Lord, but how do we find him", said Deatheater #2
"Did the Potters have any other relatives?" queried Deatheater #3
"No Potters but what was that Mudblood's maiden name" asked Deatheater #4
Deatheater #5 was keeping his mouth shut, least they ask too many questions of him. He did make a suggestion which lead to a search at the ministry, then a search in the muggle council registry and a look in a muggle phone book. Dumbledore had not counted on a muggle raised half-blood being a Deatheater. (Is it not dumb how some smart people are?)
End Flashback:
A Deatheaters normal purpose was to destroy things and cause terror. So with the love of killing they started their search but one moron cast a random blasting curse at the boot closet under the stairs in the house at #4 Privet Drive, just for the fun of destroying.
The house at #4 Privet Drive exploded in a blinding and very hot light. The entire house was destroyed along with two of the many trinkets residing in the opulent office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
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When Harry came to awareness he was still in the cupboard under the stairs in the house at #4 Privet Dr but something things were wrong. Harry could see out of not only his cupboard but also through the house as it shimmered as if made of glass. Harry felt funny as in healthier and more alert than he could remember. By the front door was a funny looking old man in a long white beard, a stern looking woman with a pointed hat and a dozen men in red long cloaks running around with sticks that they were waving around. The houses on either side of #4 Privet Dr. were blackened as if burnt but they were still standing.
"Albus, is their any sign of the boy?"
"No Minerva, of all the eight bodies found thrown around the neighborhood, the only seven-year old body was identified as Dudley Dursley. It appears that some Deatheaters got in because this destruction is magical. The Aurors are out 'Obliviating' the neighborhood and the Goblins will be here shortly to ward the area so no one can see this destruction", said the old man with the long white beard called Albus.
"Dumbledore, I am Bogrod, who is to pay for this warding?"
"Just take it out of the Potter vault as usual, as his magical guardian it will be an acceptable expense. Minerva I must check on the Boy-Who-Lived so I will see you at the school…"
"You don't think Jerald is in any danger do you Albus?"
"No the Deatheaters chased down Harry probably using the muggle names and the telephone book no doubt. No Jerald is fine; I just have to talk to Moody about more training for Jerald." Dumbledore turned and disappeared. The Deatheaters had not found the boy known as 'The Boy Who Lived' or had they?
Minerva followed a minute later. Leaving Bogrod confused at why they did not mention the time distorted house here at Privet Dr, not to mention the child sitting in the boot closet under the stairs.
Bogrod ordered his fellow goblins to ward the area so that only Goblins could enter or see the area. That's what they were being paid for and the Goblins only provided what they were paid to do. Bogrod returned later with Ragnok the bank manager and some special ward breakers to restore the occupant to normal time, even the Goblins had curiosity.
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Several hours later:
"I am Bogrod and this is the Bank Manager Ragnok, and just who are you?"
"They call me Boy or Freak, are you going to beat me, I didn't do anything, please!" Harry answered but cringed away as if they would hurt him more than he already was.
The Goblins were noted for their bloodthirsty temperament and greed for gold but one thing was prime in their culture and that was family. To beat a child was foreign to their ways so instead of notifying anyone they took the child to the home of the Goblin nation, which was under their bank in Diagon alley. They had cast the spells they were paid for and the area had disappeared to all but the Goblins.
Harry was fairly happy. He of course had never seen a Goblin before but then he had never seen any horror shows on TV or in the movies. The Goblins were less strict than Vernon, they were not hitting him and they had just provided a really nice meal. So it was easy to follow their instructions and none of it was work like weeding the garden or painting the fence.
First the Goblin healer got first prod and he was not happy. The boy showed signs of broken bones, malnutrition was long standing and signs of many bonds on his magical core had existed.
To identify the child they ran many tests, one of which was a quick but limited inheritance test. As the tests came in and the Goblin in charge, which was Ragnok, was ready to remove the head of one Albus 'many name' Dumbledore.
After much ado, the Goblins were finally able to deduce what probably happened.
With magic, anything was possible even when it was impossible. This was Harry Potter soon to be Lord Potter; he was also the heir to Gryffindor and Merlin to count a few Lordships. When the moron Deatheater cast his blasting curse at the boot closet under the stairs, the Deatheater's magic was intent on destroying with magic the area that held a container of magic, the container Harry Potter was irrelevant to the spell. Unfortunately, there were multiple bindings on the container's core. Normally the curse would have dissipated the containers magic thus destroying the magic in the container and killing Harry Potter.
With so many blocks and the addition of more magic it could not disperse so all of the magic combined. The bindings however were only made to hold so much magic and released so much magic based on the power of the castor and Harry's existing core. When the bindings broke is when magic destroyed the House on Privet drive like a pressure cooker whose safety valve had been tied down, sooner or later it will explode when the pressure builds up.
This however was Harry Potter and things would never be normal with his life. So the laws of physics and magic performed as one would expect, except it also unintentionally creating a time distortion. The Magic that was Harry Potter escaped the effects of the blast via a time distortion, the magic shift also dragged Harry's true physical body alone. Harry's true physical form could not be separated from his magic in this distorted state. Fortunately what was not Harry Potter magic was the Horicux leaching from Harry's scar. Being foreign it was not invited to make the time distortion trip and dissipated into the ether or to hell. The Goblins were surprised that Harry's magical core was twice the size of someone his age and growing not to mention the small fact that he survived that blast. The scar would soon heal and disappear with the help of a little cream.
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Albus 'many name' Dumbledore was now in super big trouble. While he was paying the Dursley's to keep Harry (at a thousand Pounds a month) but he was also funding his 'Order of the Phoenix' and still another thousand a month was going to Molly Weasley. The Weasley's had agreed to house Jerald once he started attending school. Harry was to be left with the Dursley's. Both Molly and Vernon were greedy and wanted cash up front. Dumbledore was also helping himself with periodic withdrawals and all of it was from the Potter vaults. While this was theoretically legal, he had recorded that five thousand Galleons per month were going to the Dursley's when in fact it had gone to support himself and 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' Jerald Potter. The big problem is everyone knew of Jerald and no one knew of Harry. With Harry now dead Jerald would be notified of the vaults in Gringotts and Albus would have to answer way to many questions.