Story Expectations:

As of this point this story may or may not be a horcrux story, I have not decided yet where it will end though I can tell you that they will not be doing that horrid camping for ninety percent of a book as J. did in book seven. Harry will also not be incompetent, he will be able to make decisions for himself but this will not be a god harry story but Harry will be powerful magically and he will be smart. He will not be all powerful.

Harry will have some innate abilities and his raw magical power to start with is a lot but the rest Harry will have to work for. He will not be making stupid life choices but he will have bad luck occasionally as we all do at some point.

We must remember that at this point in time Harry is going from a baby to when in Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This book will end when Harry's first year ends, at that point I will start book two.

In this series Harry will be a Metamorphmagus, because of this decision I will regress Tonks's age to be the same as Harry's so that he will have some connection to that side of him magically, he will not feel alone in that aspect. I have also not yet decided whether or not this story will be Harry- Tonks or Harry- Ginny or Harry- Luna shipping, though I probably will have decided by the time I start posting the chapters.

There may be some Albus Dumbledore, Ronald Weasley, Molly Weasley bashing. Sorry for those that don't like it but I feel that if I am to have a Harry Potter who does not let himself be manipulated then Albus and Molly must be bashed, at least somewhat (not sure to what extent yet), and if Harry is to be smart then Ronald must be bashed because Ron is not motivated and he is all too rash, they may still be friends but not best friends as he will inevitably drag Harry down some idiotic paths.

While I do like Gryffindor Harry, this story will not be that. I have seen too many stories like that and I would like to do something different. I would be putting up a poll to decide which house to put him in but I seem to already have my heart set on one, you will find out at the Sorting.

Blanket Disclaimer For Whole Book:

I do not own any of the character's from the books though the characters that are not of her creation are mine and some aspects of the character's personalities are mine as well as some pairings. If a plot idea shows up in the book, it is not mine...USE YOUR COMMON SENSE PEOPLE!

On To The Story:

(November 1, 1981)

In the doorway of one number four Privet Drive a tall, thin woman was standing, furious. Why must it be her life that was tainted by this strangeness. The woman who was in the opening of the house frowned, marring her seemingly kind face, which was at the end of an abnormally long neck, sitting under bleach blonde hair done in a way reminiscent of the fifties.

Petunia Dursley was mortified. Absolutely, positively appalled. Her cloudy brown eyes were shining with disgust at what had just transpired.

The entire street had seen the freakish man at her door. All of the nosey- parkers in the neighborhood, peering out of their windows … they would see everything!

In all his freakishness, The tall, gangly person had the audacity to appear calm, and regal, as though it was a completely normal thing for such an abnormal man to be walking down an upstanding street like Privet Drive in those strange clothes...robes were what her trollup of a sister called them. She shuddered.

The man had been wearing bright purple … robes … they seemed to be of velvet and silk and covered in silver moons and stars that seemed to move and swish as he walked or rather glided. He was just so weird with his long white beard that was kept tucked into his bright blue belt. That freak had no right to be here.

And on top of it all, he wanted to talk to her. He had come to tell her that her freak of a sister and her skanky husband had gone and gotten themselves killed. Now Petunia was being forced to take care of their disgusting spawn, her sister's freak child.

When Petunia looked at the child, Harry, she felt a rush of hate push through her. The boy had the same infernal, unruly, somehow bright raven black hair as his father and when he opened his eyes she shrieked. They were the same as his mother's, a bright, brilliant emerald green. Her heart almost softened remembering how close she and Lily used to be, before Lily learned that she was a … no, Lily was awful, she must remember that.

This was not her child, it was not even human in her eyes, and she would not treat it as such. Maybe … maybe she could force the freakishness out of him, the boy, he would not become a … a … wizard. Not if she had anything to say about it.

Now she would just have to worry about Vernon killing the little monster, while she wouldn't mourn him, she didn't want to bring down the wrath of the wizarding world on her and her Vernon and her little Dudley.

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While Petunia was thinking of ways to stamp out the 'freakishness', on the other side of London a man was huddled in the corner of a dark, dank, musty living room in a one 12 Grimmauld Place. The man had pale skin and had long, shaggy, black hair that hung down to his shoulders. His clothes were disheveled and he had curled himself around an empty bottle of firewhiskey, a rather volatile liquor.

If you walked into the room and listened to the partial incoherency coming from him you would hear him mumbling " … so sorry … James … Lily … so sorry Harry … it's all my fault … I'm so sorry … "

Another man walked into the room with a blank look on his face. The sallowly pale man shook his head and ran his thin fingers through his light brown hair. "Sirius … Sirius … HEY SIRIUS!"

The piss- artist, Sirius Black, looked up at the newcomer and hiccupped. "Hey Remus … I miss James."

Remus Lupin looked up and sighed, "Me too, and it's been less than twenty four hours."

"Where have you been Moony?" Sirius asked his apparent friend using a nickname that had been used since they had been twelve.

"I've been trying to get Dumbledore to tell me where he put Harry."

"Did you find out where the manipulative bastard put my godson?"

"Yes." Sirius perked up at the thought of seeing Harry again.

"Well then, let's go get the tyke."

A/N:

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Feel free to post ideas, if I find them compliant with where I want this story to go I may incorporate them.

I will post chapters as they are finished.

-purplepuppy216