Chapter 1: Introduction Snack
Harry James Potter sat in bed waiting for his mother, Lily Potter, to come and check on him. These were the only moments where the mother and the forgotten son got time to bond. Harry knew they loved him, but just showed it all to his twin.
Harry Potter was a small dark haired boy. He had almond-shaped emerald eyes and round circular glasses. Harry was slightly underweight and was short for his age.
The 7 year old slipped silently out of bed, put on his fuzzy bunny slippers which once belonged to someone else; and got to the door in three strides. The short walk complimented the size of the small bedroom. No posters covered the walls; no pictures to decorate the plain room; no plants to give scenery. Only plain pale cream wallpaper covered the walls and a pale white wooden adorned the bare, boring room. The bed was pushed into the far corner and was placed beside a small desk and chair.
The only thing that was out of the ordinary of the simple room, were the books which were laid astray. There were books of different sizes, texts, colors and subjects; both magical and muggle. The knowledge contained in these books was much too complex for even a 12 year old; but Harry was no normal 7 year old kid.
He was the brother of the so called, famous 'Boy-Who-Lived', the defeater of Voldemort; the savior of the Wizarding World and the Chosen One; but they were all wrong. Harry had powers far more powerful than Dumbledore, Voldemort and Merlin combined. He just didn't know it.
Harry was also the heirs of many families, such as Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw's vaults. He just didn't know it as well.
Thinking back to how it all started, Harry's mind was sucked into a memory where he was only one.
.: Flash back :.
In the 'Gryffindor' themed living room, the two Potter twin brothers sat on the red carpet floor playing with a small building blocks set. The parents, James and Lily Potter, sat on the brown leather couch discussing the next order meeting in whispers.
The perfect family was hiding under the Fidelus Charm, with Peter Pettigrew as the Secret Keeper. They both wondered if the choice was the right choice, by not following Dumbledore's orders.
Their questions were answered as a small shrill bell rang through the house signaling Voldemort was near. The twins started to cry and the door was burst open. The two caring parents leapt up from the couch to fight for their lives. James grabbed his wand and started to duel to protect his wife and children. Lily grabbed the children and stood helplessly by the wall seeing if his husband needed help.
"Lily! Go! Take the children and get out of here! Leave me! Just go!" James cried out.
With a seconds glance, Lily rushed up the stairs holding a baby each in both her arms. She turned right towards the nursery before hearing her husband screaming. It cut off and footsteps could be heard from downstairs.
Putting both babies in Harry's crib, Lily turned and stood in front of them with her arms spread open as to shield them from something.
Downstairs James Potter had fallen to the ground unconscious and Voldemort had smirked in victory. Sensing the mother's fear, he stalked up the stairs to the nursery. To him, the sight before him was sickening. The girl was begging, that's all he liked.
"No, please! Not my babies, please! Take me!" Lily begged.
"Step aside, foolish Mudblood." Voldemort spoke.
"No please! Just take me and leave my babies a-" Lily never spoke for a silent stunning spell hit her.
Voldemort faced the two boys and chose the little black haired boy, while sending one thought to the screaming red haired baby. 'Worthless.'
"Avada Kedavra." He shouted at the baby.
Instead of the normal reactions of death, the baby's aura appeared to take in the spell and soon turned it gold. A small part of the spell had hit Harry's forehead and had cut a small lightning bolt on his forehead which was hidden under the bangs of his hair; the rest (and larger amount) of the spell rebounded onto Voldemort and exploded onto him leaving ashes and a mist hovering above the cloak and wand.
When it had exploded, damage had happened to the small nursery. The ceiling had fallen in and a part of a burning beam had fallen onto Richard's forehead and had shaped the letter 'V'. A part of Harry's golden aura had also protected his brother, mother, father downstairs and him from the burning debris.
When he knew it was over, he relaxed and his aura went back into his body through his scar. Making sure his magic was concealed by a shield which was to open when he was 5, Harry's body fell into a deep slumber.
.:End Flashback:.
Shaking his head out of his thoughts, Harry creaked the door open to see the corridor's light switched off. His mother had forgotten for the 3rd night in a row. He closed his eyes and started to float his body off the ground. Harry opened his eyes when his feet didn't reach the floor. Floating outside of his room, Harry closed the door silently behind him.
He made his way down the stairs. Just like walking down the staircase, while he floated, he bobbed along in the air. On the ground floor, Harry went to a replica portrait of the kitchen entrance at Hogwarts. Harry tickled the pear as it giggled. A handle replaced the pear and his hand pulled it open.
Once shut inside, Harry was greeted by many house elves. As much as they had to obey everything by the Potter's, they loved the family with their hearts. The Potters had many house-elves; a total of 19 house-elves lived in the manor. Five of them cook six of them clean, four of them helped assist the parents and three assist the pompous, arrogant Richard. Harry only had one who did everything for him: clean, cook and help. Eliza was around the age of 4 and had been Harry's personal elf since she was born. The other house-elves thought she was an outcast because she wanted money for everything she did. She took the liking to Harry because he paid her 18 sickles every month; and when Eliza was still small, Harry took after her as his only friend.
House-elves lived for up to 75 years, and where-ever he went, she went.
All the other house-elves didn't care what he did and didn't report it to his parents. They just went on with their own business. Eliza smiled at Harry with her hands on her hips.
"I assume you want the same usual?" She grinned.
"Yes, please."
She frowned.
"No need to be polite! Be the slang master! It's awesome. I read one of your books and in one of the muggle ones there was a slang dictionary. It's radical!" She did the rock pose and skipped to the kitchen area.
Harry chuckled and sat down in one of the chairs shaking his head. The reasons Eliza always insulted or offended the elves were because she demanded money and because she had a strange character. Her personality and character changed every day; the only way you knew it was her were by the 3 parallel scratch lines on the back of her right ear. Just yesterday, Eliza was acting as an old grandmother, and the day before she was Harry's brother (acting bigheaded and conceited.) Today she was the Slang Gangster.
"Oh, Shit." Someone cried out.
Harry turned his head towards the source of the sound. Behind him Eliza had dropped his midnight snack and broke it. The banana milkshake's glass had fell and shattered, and the pieces were scattered around her. The other house-elves didn't help her.
Harry sighed and turned in his chair, and with a flick of his hand, the glass glued itself back together. The tray and glass was put on the counter and with another flick of his hand the milkshake on the floor had been wiped away.
Harry got up and smiled at Eliza who was shocked at the floor. With a swish of his left hand, a banana and knife appeared with a cutting board. Harry, again with his hand, constructed the knife to cut up to banana into pieces. When done, an invisible hand had scooped them up and put them into the shaker. Afterwards, a carton of milk had been poured, vanilla ice cream was inserted, and ice was in the shaker.
Doing it manually, Harry pushed the button to shake and mix it together. Eliza walked beside him to watch how he was doing it. After the mixture was done, Harry had poured (by hand) the milkshake into the once-broken glass. He opened a drawer and fished out a long spoon. Taking the glass he walked to the small table and put it down.
Harry walked back to the counter to clean up after himself. Soon the counter was clean with the help of Eliza. He opened one of the cupboards and took out a packet of Oreo's and a straw. He walked back to the table with Eliza and sat down across from her. He offered her an Oreo and she gladly took it. They smiled in peace as he sipped at his milkshake and Eliza bit into her 4th Oreo.
After Harry left Eliza to clean up for him, Harry closed his eyes and his feet left the floor. Opening them, he put an Illusion Charm on him to make him invisible. Bobbing out of the kitchen portrait, Harry yawned and floated up the stairs. In his room, Harry glided to the floor until his feet touched the bare wooden floor. Taking his illusion charm off, Harry took off his worn out fuzzy bunny slippers and got back into to bed. With a last smile of contempt, Harry focused the energy out of his small bedside light and turned it off.