I do not own Harry Potter or anything for that matter. :(

I got tired of so few fanfictions where either Harry has the weight of the world on his shoulders or he gets super empowered because of some obscure inheritance.

Neville will be the boy who live. Harry has his base blood line of potter and the three brother that defeated death (I could look up the name but I am being lazy right now). Harry will be trained from the age of five by (take a guess).

I plan to expand on the magical world some as well as make up my own spell as well as use the basics. I have not decided on which house to put Harry in it depends on reader reviews and how I develop harry as I go.

Expect staggered update I am making this one up as I write it.

Prologue:

I an impressive sized castle in Scotland in a cluttered office sat an old man with a long white beard wearing purple robes and half moon spectacles. His name is Albus Dumbledore and he is currently sucking on a lemon drop. In the silence of his office he thought of his current predicament. While the Potters family had accepted his offer of fidelius(?) charm the Longbottoms had not. While he thought that the Potters were safe with Peter Pettigrew as their keeper. The Longbottoms were being more stubborn.

Suddenly in the silence of the office alarms went off. The old man scrambled up from his seat and rushed over to a flashing silver ball on a shelf. His eyes widened in shock and he spun around and vanished with a loud pop.

As he apperated to the ward line of a simple two story house he looked around in concern. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until he took a step forward. As if a veil had been removed from his eyes he saw several black-robed figures laying in the yard of the house in various states of dead. As he moved towards the house he counted thirteen dead before seeing a flash of green in one of the second story windows fallowed by a explosion. He rushed into the house at a speed unexpected in his old age.

Up the flight of stairs around the railing and into the a for mentioned room. The first thing he noticed was that the walls were burned black fallowed by two burnt black robes filled with equally burnt body. Then he saw it, laying a few feet away was James Potter laying a on the ground sightless eyes with an eternal look of resolve written on his face. He crouched down beside the the body of one of his best supporters he reached down and closed his eyes. As he was getting up the sound of crying surprised him. He looked in the corner of the room and saw the other occupants of the house. Laying on the ground was Lily Evans Potter curled up around a moving blanket. When he reached her he gently rolled her over revealing that she was in the same state as her husband with a sigh of regret he picked up the bundle and moved the blanket out of the way. Inside was a baby with black hair and green eyes. Albus walked down to the living room pulled out his wand and casually conjured a crib. He sent out a mental call and a flash of flames appeared above his head fallowed by his familiar fawkes. Fawkes is a phoenix one the lightest of magical creatures. The professor conjured a piece of parchment with a eave of his wand and with a second wave words appeared on it. He handed the paper to Fawkes and said "to Hagrid". The phoenix vanished in another burst of flames taking the parchment with it.

Albus looked around the room wondering where Voldemort was before he realized his mistake. In a rush he apperated away leaving the baby alone in his crib to be found by a disheveled man and an extremely large man. Both soon vanished the large man taking the baby with him.

In a quiet neighborhood in Surry, England the large man laid a basket on the door mat of the fourth house along the road. He then placed a letter on the basket murmuring an almost silent good luck before disappearing again. A blanket moved inside the basket revealing the green eyes and and messy black hair of the baby known as Harry Potter.

A/N: tell me what you think for a intro it seem to be missing something but I am not sure what.

If you think of it let me know.