AN: I'd like to start this story with some 'warnings': First of all, Hogwarts start at 14 and not 11 because no one should be stupid enough to warm children. Also, I'm going to simplify the money system because I'm not crazy like Rowling. 100 Knut = 1 Sickle. 100 Sickle = 1 Galleon. See? Not hard. Never understood why Rowling went bonkers with the money system, I know she is bad in maths but still... Anyhow, this is not going to be a Harry/Male or a Harry/Elizabeth (my OC), Harry isn't going to be in any pairing until (maybe) the end of the story. This Harry is going to be dark (but not emo edge lord), manipulative, ruthless and have his own goal.
Now, I don't think I have any other notes except that I'm looking for a beta reader and would be very grateful if someone contacted me.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Rowling.
William Jackson
William Jackson always thought of himself as a good man. He was a teacher at St. Grogory's Primary School, a good father, a loving husband and most importantly, a devout Christian. He never missed a Sunday at the Church and thus ever since he was a little boy. He never hesitated to go to Father Rafferty for pieces of advice each time he was confronted with a moral decision.
And for all those reasons, he knew that what he was doing, was not wrong. It could not be wrong. It was a test from God himself, and Father Rafferty seemed to agree. But despite all those reasons, he couldn't help but feel doubt in his heart each time he heard the kid stifle a sob in the back.
"Do not doubt my child. This is nothing more than a test from God. We cannot fail Him." Father Rafferty said from the passenger side.
William nodded. Yes. The child deserved it. He was probably not even human any more. Not with what he was capable of doing. But it was still sad that a child his age made a deal with the devil. He glanced at the rear-view mirror. The kid was still attached, his hands tied and duck tape covering his mouth.
He didn't know how his freakish power worked and he didn't want to know. Magic was the work of the demon and he wanted nothing to do with it. He didn't know if he should feel proud or terrified that he caught him in the act.
It all started when the kid, a student of his primary school, turned the wig of a fellow teacher blue. He wasn't sure at first if it was a freak accident or not but he could never forget the satisfied smirk of the kid. So he decided to observe him more and the more he saw, the more he was convinced that the kid was either possessed by the devil himself or one of his follower. Making his cousin trip just after getting bullied by him. Making the sweater of another bully shrink suddenly. And most importantly, teleporting himself on the roof.
When he reported all of this to his friend and local priest Father Rafferty, he immediately conceived a plan. They would kidnap the kid, which wasn't hard since William was his teacher, and bring him to the cabin of his deceased father. A cabin no one used any more except for William's brother who was in Germany for a business trip. Once secluded there, Father Rafferty would try to exorcise him and free Lucifer from his body. If this doesn't work... they would have to send Lucifer back to Hell one way or another.
May God be with them.
Harry Potter
Harry just wanted to die. He couldn't bear it any more. Those evil men hurt him for seven hours straight. He knew how long it was because the only decoration in this room was a clock. This annoying clock was ticking away while the two men would hit him, drown him, beat him. He closed his eyes. He would have given anything to make the pain stop. To make those men pay.
"Anything?" asked an amused voice.
He snapped his eyes open and looked around. Where was he? He wasn't in the cabin any more. He was in... the darkness? There was absolutely nothing except darkness. Suddenly, a pair of red eyes formed themselves in the darkness.
"Who are you?"
Harry was surprised by his own voice. He didn't sound like the tortured seven years old from a few minutes ago. No. He sounded like a normal, healthy kid.
"Does it matter? Right now, I'm the only person who can help you survive. No scratch that, I'm the only person who can help you live."
He blinked stupidly.
"You'll save me?"
"No," he said, much to Harry's disappointment. "But I can help you save yourself. I can give you want you the most. Power. Enough power so that no one would be able to walk all over you."
Harry looked at the two red shaped eyes for a moment. He didn't have the most easiest childhood and he knew it. First the constant abuse of the Dursley. Granted, Petunia and Vernon never hit him but they always laughed when Dudley bullied him. And now, he was being tortured by his own teacher and a bald man for something beyond his comprehension. He knew that help wouldn't come so easily.
"Do you want something in exchange?"
"Oh! Maybe you aren't as stupid as I thought." He laughed, "Normally I would have asked for your soul, however because of Dad's rules, I can't take the soul of an innocent."
Harry blinked stupidly again. Who was this man? And what rules? The... man must have sensed his confusion, so he continued:
"I'll make it simple for you. I want you to create me a vessel for me to roam Earth once again. Don't worry about the when I am a very patient man."
"Wh-What? How? A vessel?"
"Don't worry about those insignificant details, you'll understand everything once your power is revealed to you. The only question you have to answer is: Do you accept the deal?"
Every single inch of his body screamed at him to refuse the deal. And just as he was about to refuse, the pain from the torture came back.
"Yes. I accept. Please help me."
Elizabeth Dumas
With a look of wonder on her face, Elizabeth wondered through the Hogwarts Express. She couldn't help but silently thank Professor McGonagall for reducing the weight of her trunk. When she realized that Hagrid didn't tell her how to find the train, the Scottish teacher appeared in front of her to explain where to find it. And she helped her with her trunk when she saw how difficult it was for her to navigate with it.
With a disappointed frown, she realized that there was no empty compartment no more. She was at the near end and there was only one compartment with only one person. She vaguely remembered a few other ones but she would have to walk all other the start of the train.
She glanced once again at the lone person inside, he was reading a book, minding his own business. Yes, maybe she could sit with him and read a book too. She suddenly shook her head. Why did she always have to overthink everything?
She knocked at the door and opened it.
"Hey. Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full."
"Sure." He said smiling at her before holding out his hand. "Harry Potter, by the way."
She smiled back and shook his hand.
"Elizabeth Dumas."
She saw a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes and she had to suppress a groan. She already knew how most people reacted when meeting her and she was already fed up with it. Thankfully he just smiled again at her and went back to his book.
Breathing a sigh of relief at not having another fan staring at her scar, she sat down in front of him and fished a book out of her trunk. They spent the time in a comfortable silence until a smiling woman opened the door and said, "Anything from the cart, dears?"
Elizabeth recognized none of the candy in the cart, she was about to buy a little bit from everything when Harry said from behind her:
"If you don't know what to buy you can take the same thing I do."
He then stood up and walked beside her, he bought from almost everything and then paid the woman and she mimicked him.
"There are some candies who are... reserved to a certain type of people. Like blood-flavoured lollipop for example."
"Are those..." she trailed, a little pale.
Harry just smiled and nodded.
They spent the rest of the time trying every sort of candy and Harry helpfully answered all question she had about candies and the wizarding world.
She was laughing at Harry's wince when he got a tripe flavoured bean when there was knock on the door of their compartment. A round-faced boy came in and looked tearful.
"Longbottom, everything alright?" Harry asked.
"Sorry, have you seen a toad? I've lost him."
"Try asking an older student to summon him, he'll surely turn up if he is on the train."
A look of realisation crossed his face before he smiled gratefully at Harry and left.
"You know him?"
"Yes. We're both heirs of one of the sacred twenty-eight families." At her question glance, he continued, "It's the oldest families. They each have a hereditary seat on the Wizengamot."
He had already explained what the Wizengamot was earlier.
"You sure are lucky for growing up in the wizarding world. I wished I was too."
"Actually I grew up with muggles until my eighth birthday." He said with a dark expression. It was the first time she saw him without a smiling expression on his face.
She tactfully changed the subject. She didn't want to pry into his childhood just like she didn't want him to pry into hers.
He started to explain the house system in Hogwarts when the compartment door slid again. A long bushy girl was already wearing her Hogwarts robes.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Someone lost his," she said, she had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
"No, we didn't see it," Harry said. His voice was a little bit colder than usual which she found surprising. He was until now, polite with every "guest".
"Oh, this book doesn't belong to the list for the first year. Are you a second year? I would have recognized it because I've already read all the books we have. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard – I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough – I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"
She said all this very fast. Elizabeth looked at Harry who seemed to restrain himself of rolling his eyes.
"I'm Harry Potter," Harry said with a barely polite voice.
"Elizabeth Dumas," she said.
"Are you really?" said Hermione. "I know all about you, of course – I got a few extra books, for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."
"Am I?" Elizabeth said surprised.
"Goodness didn't you kno..."
"Do you need anything else?" Harry interrupted a frown on his face.
"There is no need to be impolite. But you are right, I better go and look for Neville's toad. You should better change, you know."
"Speaking of houses, I really hope I'm not in hers," Harry said making Elizabeth giggle.
They continued their discussion when once again the compartment door slid open and three boys entered. What was it with their compartment that made people enter every two minutes?
"Is is true?" the one in the middle asked, he was the same boy from Madam Malkin's shop robe, "They're saying all down the train that Elizabeth Dumas is in this compartment. So it must be you."
Elizabeth frowned, the only person who knew who she was, was the bushy girl from earlier. She couldn't keep her mouth shut from more than a few minutes?
"Yes," Elizabeth answered looking at the two other boys. They were standing on each side of the pale boy, looking like bodyguards.
"This is Crabbe and this is Boyle." he said noticing where she was looking, "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
Harry audibly groaned making Draco Malfoy looking at him.
"You have a problem with my name, Potter?"
"No. But your attitude is lacking. You remind me of the muggleborn from earlier." he said with a taunting smile.
Malfoy sneered at him before turning once again to her.
"You will find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Dumas. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you here."
He held out his hand for Elizabeth to shake but she didn't.
"I can make my own decisions. Thank you very much," she said coldly.
He barely blushed before sneering again.
"Well, I guess that Potter is acceptable. But I would be careful if I were you if you're not a bit politer you're may end up like your parents."
"Say that again." she stood up, feeling the heat creep up her face.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.
"Malfoy," Harry spoke. He was still sitting but he was toying with his wand. "Leave. Now."
Malfoy seemed to hesitate for a moment, eyeing Harry's wand, before leaving with a last sneer. She sat down again, trying to forget about the sneering machine prick.
"You've met him before?" she asked.
"Yes, he is also another heir."
"Great. A prick with power." she groaned.
"You'll soon find out that most people with power are asses," he said with an amused smile. "But you should have shaken his hand. He may be a spoiled brat but he still is a dangerous enemy to have."
"I didn't like how he was talking about you," she said quietly.
"You shouldn't care about what anyone says. Remember the old adage: 'Stick and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me'. But I appreciate you defending me, Elizabeth." he said with a smile which she returned.
Harry looked inside and then stood up.
"I'm going to let you change. And I'm probably going to check up on Longbottom. See you at Hogwarts." he said while leaving.
Albus Dumbledore
People often asked him what memory he used for a strong Patronus and despite always giving ridiculous answers he always knew that what he loved the most was seeing all the children come back to Hogwarts. And even better was the look of wonder on the first years. Yes, he loved this moment and he didn't even bother to hide his smile.
This year, in particular, was very interesting. First of all, many heirs of the sacred families were coming into Hogwarts this year. They would become the future politician of this nation and would probably be playing a real scaled version of chess in this castle. As an amateur of politic himself, he knew that he was going to enjoy it. As long as it didn't put them in danger of course.
But even more interesting was young miss Dumas reappearance into the magical world. The girl who single-handedly defeated one of the most dangerous dark lords. And thus when she was only one year old. The fateful Halloween, he tried to understand what happened, and despite wanting to believe that it was only her mother's sacrifice that protected her, he knew that something as powerful and ancient as love played a role in the defeat as well. He would have to keep an eye on her.
"Abbot, Hannah" his friend, Minerva called.
He watched as she was sorted into Hufflepuff, along the young miss Bones. He clapped politely at all their sorting and just like all other he waited with impatience at Elizabeth Dumas' sorting.
"Hufflepuff!" the hat finally shouted, silencing everyone.
"We got Dumas?" someone asked from the Hufflepuff table.
"No way."
"Dumas?"
With a chuckle, Albus started to clap and was immediately followed by an excited Pomona. Very soon, the Hufflepuff table started to cheer and clap and they welcomed Dumas warmly into her table. He strangely thought that Dumas was going to be sorted into Gryffindor but maybe after her rough childhood, a house full of loyal friends was what she needed.
The sorting continued and he couldn't help a bit of disappointment when young Malfoy was sorted into Slytherin almost directly. He truly hoped that he was going to follow into his father's step. At least, Longbottom would maybe follow into his father step, he thought with a pang of sadness when thinking of Frank and Alice.
"Potter, Harry."
Oh yes. The somewhat famous wonder child. He remembered having approved Potter being under the care of his aunt when Sirius disappeared somewhere in Europe. Potter appeared years later when he claimed to be the heir of the Potter family. And soon after, he managed to wrestle the Black family's control from Malfoy. How amusing it was to see a ten years old outsmarting a veteran politician like Malfoy.
"Slytherin." the hat shouted.
No wonder here. He met him in a ball last year and the youngest Potter was everything a pureblood aspired to be. He was smart, polite, good looking, wealthy and most importantly, heir of two important families. He truly hoped that despite being sorted into Slytherin, Harry would choose the same side as his parents before him. He also made a note to speak with Snape to be sure that he would not bully the kid because of his father's mistake.
When the sorting was finally sorted, Albus stood up to deliver another eccentric speech.
AN: Please don't hesitate to tell me if you found any mistakes or if you have any criticism. It would help me a lot. I think that the second chapter will be ready next week.