If you look past my grammar etc, you may find a story, then maybe not. This will contain lot of character bashing, character death and not book compliant. For the eagle eyes, I am going to snitch scenes from my other attempts but hopefully this will not be too annoying. P.S. for the grumblers those scenes have been changed in some cases, do not miss out on "who's on first". As for my Avatar, I seem to chasing windmills trying to keep my image posted, so there is a new one that I own.
Now to the title, yes this is a twin story but you will have to wait to get their. Not only in the story but I am being threatened with the removal of my laptop if I do not leave the house and get into trouble. Well I do understand their intent so here comes the words while I have the laptop.
This is defiantly Mature so be pre-warned. With 600,000 HP stories out there I have probably stepped on someone's toes, for that I apologize. I am having fun and its addicting, so on with my attempt at writing, err what was this story about?
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners i.e. J.K. Rawlings, etc. The original characters and plot are the property of the author i.e. J.K. Rawlings, etc. This work is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Not for sale or profit but hopefully the enjoyment of the reader.
~Is non audible mind speaking
Stave in this story is like a short metal pipe with pear shaped ends that are ornate
You think YOU had trouble before
Chapter 1-You think I am stupid.
They all thought I was stupid and dumb and a Freak. How could they not realize that I was still living? I was beaten, yelled at and called a Freak. The old woman Figg gave herself away along time ago, I knew she was following me for ages, I just did not know to whom she reported. They thought that being stored in the Dursley's torture house, beaten daily, fed sometimes not for weeks on end and I did not die. Yes, they locked me in that boot cupboard under the stairs but they never heard of a paper clip, wire or a hairpin for the locks? With the fat slob at work and his rail of a wife gossiping or out shopping, there was plenty of room to slip in and out. The public library caused all the brain washing to go away, and I visited often, I was not a Freak.
One beating is just as bad as another so why worry about what you do or where you go, you are going to be beaten. An attitude I picked up subconsciously and it followed me for a number of years. So why worry its coming regardless what you do.
Then there was Dudley's gang. Evading them was a learned talent. It was not just them, they were only six but there was the sheep. The sheep either enjoyed my pain or gave me away to Dudley's group may be it was so that they did not get beat up. No I was good at sneaking undetected, hiding in plain view and stealing food from everywhere. I am living am I not? I have been told that some think that I was trained to love and that I had a safe and loving home, well I do not hate, but I feel almost sorry for the idiots. What they have taught me is to SURVIVE; anything else is a waste of my energy.
Flashback:
The weirdo with the beard showed up the time I "POPed" onto the roof of the school, but I "POPed" away. They were right after me and I had not a moments rest, they could track me, they had some means to do so. Then the bearded wacko pointed a stick at me said… "Obliviate",
"Professor he is just a kid you might have wiped his total memory", said the other man with Red hair.
"Not to worry Charley it's for the 'greater good' besides I only removed the last two days from his mind," the bearded wacko replied.
"Who's good Professor you may have done irreparable damage to The-Boy-Who-Lived" Charley was not happy.
"Not to worry it's irrelevant in the end, its for the greater good you will see," said the bearded know-it-all..
"Well you do as you like as I can't stop you but I quit the 'order' effective immediately, and don't point your wand at me"
"Your mother is going to be terribly upset with you"
"That's another reason I am out of here, I got a job offer in Romania and I am going to take it" he suddenly popped away before anything else could be said or done. The weird Professor soon followed leaving me where I laid in the dirt.
Funny it did not do what he told the other weirdo that it would do. I remember just fine but I stopped "POPing" it was bringing too much attention to me.
End Flashback:
Then, my talent turned to mayhem with knives, rope and a steel pipe I found. I was not stupid; I just did not have anywhere to go. Places cost money and money was hard to get. While Dudley and his gang had little accidents I had not killed anyone yet
The local library was searched by me and left me confused as there was no such thing as 'Obliviate' or 'POPing' from one place to another. Therefore, I figured out that there was something weird with my abilities. With Dudley's left over baggy clothing, I could smuggle all kinds of can goods out of the supermarket or the mall. I was able to scrounge up enough cash to keep the checkout people thinking that I had really only come in for some gum or other junk, food was the essential. The money came mainly from me ripping off Dudley's gang after they ripped off the sheep. I did make a big haul on one occasion from the tub of lard Vernon. He made the mistake of carrying a wad of pounds and not watching who was in the alley as he walked by, ME! The steel pipe put him in the hospital for two weeks.
I was at the mall one day looking for loose change and picking up of a little food when I see Dudley and his gang. I beat a retreat to the rear alley of the mall and behind a dumpster. While I was hiding a weirdly dressed man comes in the alley, makes sure no one is watching, and POP he disappears. He dropped something as he left so I retrieved it. The book was labeled 'charms for the charming' and an address of Diagon Alley.
That guy had POPed like I did last year so on a hunch I closed my eyes and thought about what I did last year and the address Diagon Alley. The next thing I know I am in a street with a whole lot of weird dressed people and remembering the last time I POPed and the old man showing up. I ran into the closest building to escape and came to a dead stop.
There were creatures I have never seen before and now two of them are approaching me. The only place to run is outside and the old man so I started my dumb routine that lasted two seconds. "What is your name young wizard?"
I say "Harry Potter" and half the bank wants part of me, luckily, the little men take me into the back for another to ask my name. His eyes get double the size and he hauls me further into the back. Now this old Goblin is named Ragnok and he explained who they were, who he was, and when I said I was nobody he gave me the oddest look.
About that time,
"Ragnok, Albus Dumbledore is outside and is demanding that Harry Potter be turned over to him immediately."
"Is that an old man with a long white beard?" I asked.
"Yes he is…"
"I don't want any thing to do with him, last time he tried to 'Oblivate' me. This bank got a back door?" I was ready to panic.
"Relax Harry, he has no say here in Gringotts and he will not be allowed to take you anywhere," Ragnok was almost growling at this point.
"RipHat tell Mr. Dumbledore that I will see him in an hour or so"
"Thank you Mr. Ragnok, every time I POP he shows up and I really don't like him."
"It must be your wand that he is tracking Harry"
"Sorry what is a wand?" and then the shit hit the fan. Ragnok started pushing buttons and talking in some strange language to all that showed up.
One that showed up was Hurtlip a healer who did a scan with an orb and started talking fast in their language. Ragnok said to do the talking in English and then a long series of explanations took place, as each fact that was given to me had to be explained. All I could tell was there were two pissed Goblins in the office. I had tracking charms, magic blocks, core block, and blocks on my blocks.
"Harry we can fix all these things but we must charge you, it is our way of life."
"I thank you Ragnok but I am not allowed money so as usual I lose."
Well that sent him off again, more Gobins came in, and one pricked my finger with a pin and put a drop of blood on a piece of paper.
"It seems our Mr. Dumbledore had sown you up tighter than Leprechaun's gold."
My parents will was sealed, I cannot withdraw from any vault connected to my family until seventeen, and my student vault cannot be touched until I am eleven and going to school. The fun fact is Dumbledore can and does withdraw money from the Potter vaults.
"I have some good news for you Harry, they all overlooked a very simple fact, you killed Voldemort and that makes you Lord Slytherin by conquest which makes you an adult. You have full access to the money in the Slytherin vault.
"Who is Voldemort?" I really have to stop asking questions as Ragnok is likely to have a heart seizure."
"Ragnok how can a stranger to me be able to get money from my vault?"
"He is you guardian and has access, why"
"Can any adult be my guardian?" I asked with my fingers crossed.
"Yes you can request us to change guardians if the guardian assigned is not suitable."
"Well I wish as Harry Potter to declare Mr. Dumbledore not suited to be my guardian as he has taken money from my vault and never given me any. I further request that Lord Slytherin be made my guardian."
"I Lord Slytherin request that all gold and valuables be removed from all Harry Potters vaults and transferred to Lord Slytherins until he reaches the age of seventeen. Will that work Ragnok."
"Are you sure you are not part Goblin, oh I have to be their next time he tries a withdrawal. Yes and we will start right now with all those blocks and trackers".
There was a slight snag, being out in one hour lost to getting out of Gringotts in a couple of days.
Hurtlip was happy to tell me. "First there is more than one block, two on your core to be exact. First, we will remove one and let you heal then the next block and let you recover. The reason is that if we remove everything at once you have a 100% chance of exploding your magical core. So we must slowly let it expand and not kill everyone in a block radius".
Well killing the bastards was on the top of my list when the first block was removed the pain was indescribable and I thought I was going to die before I passed out. I did not return to the living until the second block was removed. That brought me to consciousness before the pain put me out again.
"Harry that scar is a horicrux and is from a dark wizard that gave you that scar but the headmaster magical signature was all over those core blocks". There are only a couple of things that will destroy a Horicrux, one is Friendfire and the other is Basilisk venom. Both would kill you so you still have the Horicrux. We also removed the tracking charms but one was a blood tracker and they are illegal in the worst way."
I was back to Ragnok's office where he gave me the Slytherin ring, and a new item he thought I might like, a credit card only I can use. No more keys to manage just walk to a shop, teller or ATM, Goblin or muggle and the cash or goods are in your hands. I was especially happy with that and put it in my shoe. I put the card in my shoe because most of my muggers never check there. He gave me a globe that would get warm if I came near the person who gave me the scar and a port-key that got me out of Gringotts to downtown London.