Title: Harry Potter the Prodigy

Author: Tridentwatch

Summery: Harry was taken into an orphanage where the head staff can do magic. After being privately trained for ten years, Harry gets a letter of acceptance to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Table of Contents:

Part 1 – Chapter One to Chapter Nine – Harry's training and childhood

Part 2 – Chapter Ten to Chapter Twenty – Harry's first year

Part 3 – Chapter Twenty-One to Chapter Thirty – Harry's Second year

Part 4 – Chapter Thirty One to Chapter Forty – Harry's third year

Part 5 – Chapter Forty One to Chapter Fifty-Two – Harry's fourth year

Part 6 - Chapter Fifty-Three to Chapter Sixty-five – Harry's Sixth year

Part 7 – Chapter Sixty Six to Chapter Seventy Eight – Harry's Seventh year

Part 9 – Final Battle

Part 10 – Epilogue

This is an epic fic written to pay homage to J.K Rowling and her brilliant creation: Harry Potter. There will be spelling mistakes, there will be grammar errors, the writing might not be the best at times, there might be a few clichés and parts that will make you vomit, but the one thing that I can promise you is my commitment and my best effort. Please seat yourself comfortably and enjoy.

This fic is my final test in the fanfic world. After I complete this I will move on to writing original stories and novels. You are under no obligation to review but it would be nice to read a few comments and words of encouragement. Without further ado….

Part One

Chapter One – Vernon Dursley's Decision

Vernon Dursley was asleep when the alarm rang out. He opened his blurry eyes and stuck a hand out almost clumsily to shut off that darned alarm clock. Then he got up, put on his slippers to ward off the cold hardwood floors, and went downstairs to the kitchen where his wife, Petunia Dursley was making a large breakfast. "Good morning, Pet," Vernon said and picked up the newspaper from the foot of the main door of Number Four Privet Drive.

"Vernon, you're up early!" Petunia said.

"I have to go early to make that promotion, you know." Vernon said as he sat down on one of the chairs and flipped off the rubber band that held the newspaper together.

"Oh yes, manager of Grunnings Drills," Petunia gushed, "Now we will finally have enough to buy the new car-"

"It's not for sure, Petunia." Vernon said, almost annoyed. "Markham is a right bastard with his ass kissing." He threw the newspaper down without bothering to glance at the headlines – "Strange Sightings – Owls flying in the day time!"

"Vernon, I know you will get the promotion," She said and laid a nice slab of ham on the plate in front of him. "Here, would you like coffee or tea?"

"Give me coffee today. I think I am going to need it."

"Right," she said and poured some hot black coffee into Vernon's mug. "Dudley's coming along fine." She remarked.

"He's asleep?"

"Yes, finally. He was a horror last night though, woke me up right out of bed."

"Well, he's going to grow up to something you know. Something big, I am sure of it." Vernon said wistfully, love in his eyes. "Dudley Dursley, President of Grunnings Drills. How does that sound, Pet?"

"Wonderful dear, finish your coffee now."

After having a filling breakfast, Vernon bathed, shaved, and got dressed into one of his best suits – he had a feeling he was going to make some big sales today, just a feeling – and kissed Petunia goodbye on the cheek. "Get some eggs while coming home, Vernon." Petunia said as she waved Vernon out of the driveway.

Vernon smiled, tipped his hat a bit, and got into the red Toyota. It was old and looked almost broken down. They really needed a new car. He put the key into the ignition and started the car. Then he pulled out of the driveway and zoomed away.

On the way to the office, he saw something strange. Owls. They were everywhere it seemed, flying around in the sky, sitting and dripping bird poop on respectable cars, and just being a nuisance. Vernon wished he could take his rifle and just shoot the bloody things but that was illegal. He didn't approve of breaking the law, just like he didn't approve of imagination, or initiative. "Bloody birds annoying respectable people like me," He grumbled to himself as he parked the car in the 'lot. Then he got out and went in the office, noticing from the corner of his eye robed men and women gathered in a circle. "Bloody hippies," He said angrily. His day was already ruined, but what he didn't know was that his life would be ruined as well. Very very soon.

Petunia Dursley was feeling disturbed. That bloody cat sitting on the cyclone steel fence was unnerving her terribly. She was washing the dishes and looking at the cat, and the neighbor's house, when she stopped. Startled. The cat jumped down from the fence, changed into a human and disappeared. Petunia thought she was seeing things but this brought back memories. Faint memories of terrible times from her childhood.

Lily Evans was a brilliant little girl, the apple in Petunia's parents' eyes. Ever since she could talk at one, write at two, draw lovely paintings and sketches, she had held the love and devotion of her parents to an abnormal extent. Nobody noticed the unnaturalness however – the eerie green eyes, the grin when daddy or mommy wasn't looking and the glare directed in Petunia's direction.

Petunia did however, and she wasn't terribly surprised when the letter of acceptance to Hogwarts School of magic came. But she was scared. Lily had gotten insufferable and very smug with herself too . . . when daddy wasn't looking. Petunia was jealous of Lily, and she hated the red haired girl.

But when the letter came for the first time in her life Petunia was scared of Lily. "Little Lils would never harm a butterfly," Mommy had told her. But Petunia knew.

And sure enough when Lilly came back for her summer vacation, she had that wand. That wooden stick that she would wave and make frogs appear, or change her hard cooked breakfasts into windows or matchsticks. And her parents would laugh. Petunia joined in too, but the energy wasn't there. That was when it was allowed for students to do magic underage.

Petunia had never been so scared. She would stay up at night looking at the door imagining she heard footsteps of Lily coming into her room and strangling her with that wand. But it never came. And the fear passed but the jealousy didn't. Was it fair that Lily had everything and she didn't? No it wasn't.

Then she got married and lived happily ever after, and Petunia got married as well – too Vernon Dursley. She held no illusions, she wasn't pretty or smart like her little sister. This was the best she could get, a fat pig, and a little fat pig – Her lovely Dudders.

"Stop it, girl." She said. "Don't think of these things." Then she looked out the window and sure enough, the cat was gone. Disappeared with a pop. Petunia shuddered in fear.

Later that evening, Vernon Dursley parked in the driveway and got out of the Toyota, a smile on his face and a leather brief case in his hand, a gift from his boss for the promotion.

"I did it, Petunia! I did it!" He said, his smile widening as he opened the door and hugged Petunia with wide arms. Then he soundly kissed her on the lips.

"Congra-Congratulations, Vernon." Petunia gasped out.

"How's my Dudley?"

"He's in the living room and you won't believe what he did. He changed the channel of the T.V all by himself!"

"Lovely, taking after his old man." Vernon said and planted the briefcase on the floor. "This here is a gift from Mr. Lennings. My boss, you remember him don't you?" Mr. Lennings was a skinny man with pale skin and bloodshot eyes they had invited to dinner one time. He scared her.

"Now I am dead beat, so I'll watch some T.V. How about some dinner?"

"Coming right up," Petunia said, smiling as well. A promotion! That meant more money, more nice things, and a step further in that subconscious contest in her mind to measure herself up to Lily Evans.

She cooked mashed potatoes, set a bit of gravy aside – a huge bowl of it infact – and took the roast out of the oven. It smelled heavenly. "I had a feeling you would get this, so guess what I did…"

Vernon laughed and together they heaved the enormous dinner onto the table. Then they carried the table – it was light weight – to the living room and parked themselves on the couch in front of the T.V.

For the rest of the night they watched their old Japanese made Telly Vernon had brought from a garage sale. "I am going to get a new one, one of those huge ones." Vernon told Petunia. "A good one."

"That's wonderful honey." They dug into the dinner with gusto and watched their telly for the rest of the evening – An old western, a program called: Run with the Wind, some show based in the Victorian era, and the news which disturbed Petunia greatly, and made Vernon laugh. He wouldn't be laughing very soon though.

"There have been reports of owls flying across the country, very scary stuff since they usually fly at night. This might be an early Halloween for some folks and there are people already celebrating – robed men and women handing out candy and getting drunk, and being arrested for public intoxication. Now back to Jim for the weather. Is it going to rain owls tonight?"

Vernon bellowed in laughter and changed the channel. "Freaks," he muttered. Later, after they cleaned up, put Dudley to bed ("Oh look how cute he is") and made some hot cocoa as was their ritual before sleeping, they heard the doorbell ring.

Ding! Then another one. Ding! Two rings that showed that they mean business, but not urgent or forceful.

"Who the hell is calling up at this time," Vernon grumbld as he lifted himself out of the sofa, a hefty task, and went to the door. He opened it and said at once, "Whatever you are selling, we do not want so kindly lea-"

He stopped, a bit stunned. There was nobody there. "Sonafabitches," Vernon said and turned to close the door. He stopped short as he caught sight of a strange thing.

A baby. Some nut had left a fucking baby on the porch. What kind of person would-

"Petunia! Come here." There was a letter too, next to the baby. It was oldish looking and brown, the address was written in green ink. "Too Vernon and Petunia Dursley of Number Four, Privet Drive"

Petunia came and peered over his shoulder. When she saw the letter she shrieked. "Oh god, its them." She was staring right into the baby's green eyes that looked so alike… memories rushed past her as the blood drained from her face, turning into the colour of polished bone.

Vernon opened the letter.

To Mr and Mrs Dursley,

My name is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I am the bearholder of Lilly and James Potter's last will and testament. They died quite recently in an accident and now it is up to you to take care of their only son, Harry James Potter. I know this must be a burden sprung up on you but I hope you can find it in your hearts to take him in.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore.

"What the hell…" Vernon said as he read the letter, then read it again. "Petunia, are these the people you told me about?" He gulped. "The magical folk?"

"You saw them for yourself at the wedding," Petunia said faintly. "I don't know what we should do."

"We should sue the bastards that's what-"

"No Vernon, come inside please. They might be hearing us right now."

Vernon's eyes widened. "You might be right." He warily picked up the straw basket that held Harry Potter and brought him inside. He set the basket down on the little table by the sofa where the phone was almost carelessly.

"What should we do?" He asked.

"We have to take him in. It's the only way."

"There's no way I am going to let this…. Freak near my Dudley."

"But think of what they will do if they-"

"Bloody hell let them try. I have my shot gun, and I'll stock up on some more-"

"You don't understand Vernon. These people are…. Magical."

"Yeah well, let's see if they can magic this!" Vernon opened the cupboard under the small table and took out the yellow pages. "I am going to send him to an orphanage and then we will boot it."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean leave the country. We can go to Australia, I hear the kangaroos are friendly enough."

"Leave this? LEAVE MY HOUSE?"

"Yes. It's the only way, Petunia."

"But what about your promotion?"

"What about it? I can get a new job. A man of my skills can find work anywhere."

Petunia stayed silent for a while, deep in thought. Vernon watched her carefully, if Petunia said no, then he would agree because he could never say no to Petunia. Not really. He loved the woman. Simple as that.

"Okay," Petunia said at last.

Vernon sighed, relieved. He flipped through the yellow pages, and said, "Pack your bags, we are leaving."

Petunia nodded and went upstairs. "Just take what you need, Petunia." Vernon called out. Then he looked back to the yellow pages…. O…. Or… Orphanages! Harry began to wail, Vernon ignored this. He jotted down the address on a bit of notepaper, and went upstairs to back.

They dumped a few clothes into a valise, and all the money and valuables around the house. "Hurry up, before they come to check," Petunia hissed. They hurried faster. Then they loaded a couple suitcases with all necessary belongings into the Toyota, looking warily on either side for any sign of the magical people. At last, Petunia came out of the house with Dudley hanging in one basket in one arm, and Harry in another. She set them down on the porch steps and locked the door nice and tight. Then she lifted the baskets up again and climbed into the passenger seat of the Toyota. Vernon started the car with a whroom sound and pulled out of the driveway carelessly. He raced down Privet Drive, and onto the highway. He had taken an address of the orphanage at random, pulled on by urgency. He turned onto Rechkshaw Lane and came upon the white building. There was a sign that said, "Ezasporo Orphanage" in big capital letters. Vernon took Harry from Lily's arms and ran up to the front door, left Harry Potter. He knocked hard with his fists five times in quick succession and ran back to the car. He climbed in and with a roar of the engine sped away, to Australia or America or wherever the hell he chose to go, Petunia tagging along. They might change their names, they might have died in an accident, who knew. Because the wizarding world never heard from them again.

And they wouldn't check up on Potter for another ten years.

Harry Potter was left there in his basket, snuggly sleeping, strangely unaffected by the cold October wind. In the morning he would be found and taken in.

For now, he slept.