No More Fear
A.N. This version of Harry Potter will tie into the Harry Potter-verse but somethings will be change about it. I accept all reviews and would appreciate it if there was any criticism that is was constructive only. I do not own Harry Potter but this story idea is mine.
Chapter 1: Rejection and Acceptance
For ten years young Harry Potter had been living with his aunt, uncle, and cousin at number four Privet Drive. Harry's parents had died in a car accident which was also when he received his lightning bolt shaped scar. That is of course what the Dursley's said, but he really didn't believe them. For the Dursley's didn't like questions and they liked Harry even less than him asking questions. Harry's ten years with the Dursley's had been like something from Hell it's self.
He had been beaten, starved, overworked, and isolated each and every day that he had been with the Dursley's ever since he was old enough to do simple chores at the age of three. The Dursley's kept him alive, just barely, giving him enough food and water to survive his workload and beatings. Then came the day of Dudley's eleventh birthday and the trip to the zoo. Normally Harry would be forced to stay with Ms. Figg a crazy old cat lady or even worse the one time he had stayed with his Uncle Vernon's sister Marge.
Today though Harry had been crammed into the back seat between his pig like Cousin Dudley and Dudley's rat faced friend Piers Polkins on the way to the zoo. Once there everyone was enjoying themselves even Harry and he was even given the remains of Dudley's Knickerbocker glory because it didn't have enough ice cream on top. Once they entered the reptile house though things went wrong. Harry had been standing there having a pleasant conversation with the Boa Constrictor when Dudley and Piers had knocked him over in their rush to see the snake and glass had vanished and the snake had escaped.
Which brought Harry to his current problem and that was his uncle Vernon bearing down on him cane raised high. As soon as the cane made contact Harry felt several bones breaking and his vision blacked out. He wished he had fallen unconscious as his uncle kept swinging the cane yelling about Harry, his freakishness, Harry, his parents, and Harry all of uncle Vernon's least favorite topics. "Oh, I'll stamp it out of you now boy mark my words!"
I never did anything to deserve this, the thought ran through Harry's head and more followed. I'm tired of this one way or another it ends today. Despite Harry's thoughts racing a mile a minute his mind was slow to realize that Uncle Vernon had stopped as Harry gazed through his good eye he saw why. Uncle Vernon was being given a sandwich and lemonade by Aunt Petunia and she was patting him on the shoulder her face split into a wide smile. Dudley on the other hand was more vocal and telling his father what a good job he was doing. Smiling Uncle Vernon finished his snack, picked up his cane and marched back over to Harry.
"I warned you boy always look both ways before crossing the street." Uncle Vernon smiled nastily as he swung the cane with all his might. To his horror Harry reached out and caught the cane and he couldn't pull it out of the boy's grip. With a loud crack Harry's snapped the cane in half and slowly levitated to an upright position. Hanging there he felt a large amount of energy pour through him and whenever the energy made contact with one of his injuries the magic painfully, but quickly healed them. While he floated there the three Dursley's stared at him in horror and he stared into himself.
The images that passed through Harry's vision sickened him worse than anything the Dursley's had done. He saw the life of a half-blood wizard by the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle later known in life as Lord Voldemort. Tom had been a great wizard, but he let his power blind him except Harry as an outside observer learned where Tom had gone wrong and what could be done to fix it. Harry also learned two important things as well, first Albus Dumbledore the head of the light was not as innocent as some would believe and that Tom was the one who had killed his parents.
Harry's anger was clear in his gaze as he slowly lowered to the ground. His uncle then let out a roar and charged forward wielding the broken crane like a spear. Harry coolly stepped aside and backhanded his uncle into the opposite wall. At that point Aunt Petunia tried to flee with Dudley, but was stopped when Harry raised his arm and every door and window slammed shut and the locks slid home. Turning Harry flicked his wrist and the three Dursley's flew through the air and landed in front of him. Staring at each of them he said in a voice colder then ice, "I'm leaving and never coming back."
Behind him came a crack and a voice called out, "Tom release him!" Harry recognized that voice as belonging to the man known as Dumbledore. He ignored it as he wasn't Tom, but Harry Potter.
"Allow me headmaster," came the drawling voice of Severus Snape, "Potter could you please turn around?" With that Harry turned towards the two and Severus said mockingly, "see Albus it's just Harry tapping the extra power that Tom so willingly provided."
"Stupefy," was Dumbledore's only reply and Harry was caught off guard by the information swirling around in his mind and he couldn't pick out the incantation for a shield charm. As Harry hit the ground Dumbledore turned towards the Dursley's and cast, 'stupefy' and 'oblivate' knocking out the Dursley's and erasing their memories of the past several minutes. "I will place a memory in their minds about sending Harry to his cupboard for a week with no food and after that everything will be back to normal. Although we can no longer risk Harry." His sudden concern surprised Severus as the man had let Potter be abused for the past ten years.
"Where shall we place him then?" Severus tried to feign disinterest, but was genuinely curious about where they could send the boy.
"Oh, he will be staying here of course. Harry is too much of a threat so he will not be attending Hogwarts." At his potion master's shocked expression he added, "Harry will stay here where we can keep an eye on him and if we need him then we can come for him. This way there will be no instances at Hogwarts and no dark wizards can track him down. This way everyone wins."
"Except Potter," Snape snarled at the man in front of him.
"I had no idea you cared Severus."
"He may be James's son, but he doesn't deserve that."
"My decision is final Severus!" Dumbledore's voice cracked like a whip and Severus reluctantly fell silent. "We will use him the best way possible, after all it is for the greater good." With that and a curt jerk of his wand he levitated the Dursley's up the stairs leaving Snape to place Harry in his cupboard. He picked the boy up instead of levitating him and even though he had expected it the boy was so light that Severus nearly lost his balance. Marching towards the cupboard he flicked his wand and opened the door then settling Harry gently inside he tucked him in.
"Oh, Lily," Snape muttered, "I honestly don't know if there are anymore differences between them." Then he turned his suddenly sharp gaze at the second floor where Albus was at work on the Dursley's. "Not attending Hogwarts, eh Albus, we'll see about that you old coot."
A week later Harry was awoken to a sudden pounding on his cupboard door. "Boy get out here," his uncle Vernon roared. Sighing Harry reached for his glasses and put them on and realized that his vision was blurry. Upon taking off his glasses he could see clearly and remembered when all that raw magic had poured through him his eyes had hurt the worst. Sitting up revealed another surprise he had grown taller, if the headache from hitting the ceiling of his cupboard was any indication. He fumbled the door open and tumbled out and jumped up as his Uncle shoved his face into Harry's. "I hope that week in the cupboard taught you a lesson, eh boy?"
"Uh, yes sir I'm very sorry," Harry said wondering why his uncle didn't remembering beating Harry within an inch of his life. "You've show me more kindness than I deserve and I know that I can never fully pay you back for all you've done, but I'll try my best." His uncle Vernon nodded seeming to buy Harry's story.
"To right boy, you just remember that." His uncle said sticking a fat finger in Harry's face. Then glancing down his uncle snarled, "And pulls up your pants." As his uncle stalked towards the kitchen Harry leaned against the stairs in surprise. Albus Dumbledore was the only explanation, using a memory charm to make the Dursley's think that being sent to the cupboard was Harry's punishment. The fact that he was still here at all was an indication that Dumbledore was not going to help him. Snarling Harry turned towards the mirror next to the door and received another shock.
Harry used to be a small, weedy looking boy and the figure in the mirror was anything but. This Harry, and it was him as it had the scar too, had long hair that fell to his shoulders, sleek athletic muscles, and was taller than most eleven year olds. Casting his eyes about they settled on a flower vase and he stretched out his hand and the vase floated up. After setting the vase back down Harry tried to think of the name of the spell he just preformed, but he couldn't see past the jumble of chaotic thoughts in his mind. Thinking on a smaller scale Harry concentrated and knew instantly that it was a week and five hours, ten minutes, and thirteen seconds since the incident and if he concentrated hard enough he knew which direction he was facing.
"Get the mail boy!" Uncle Vernon's shout made Harry spin around and laying there was the mail. Picking it up he noticed the first letter was addressed to him. Marching into the kitchen he handed Uncle Vernon the mail and sat down at his plate ripping open his letter. "Checking for letter bombs boy," he said chuckling at his own joke. Then turning his gaze on the postcard that had been under Harry's letter he said "Marge is ill, ate a funny whelk…"
"Dad, Harry's got something," Dudley whined. Snatching the letter from Harry uncle Vernon snorted and said,
"Who would be writing to you?" He unfolded the letter and gasped, "P-P-Petunia," Vernon stammered. Petunia rushed over and read the letter over her husband's shoulder and gasped in shock. The two of them looked at each other and then cheered.
"Oh, Vernon this is just what we've been waiting for," Petunia cried into a handkerchief.
"I'll say it's about time, Dudley how would you like to go out to the movies and then to any place you want for dinner." Uncle Vernon was dancing a jig and then presented Harry his letter with a flourish. "Go on boy read it out loud, don't keep us waiting," he chortled happily.
Harry cleared his throat and read, "Dear Mr. Potter it is my duty to inform you that you have been accepted to attend the 'Chance' academy named after its founder Herbert Chance who created this fine institution to deal with troubled youths. If you will send us a check for ten thousand pounds we will handle all your basic needs and send someone to pick you up upon the day we receive the check. With regards, Lucius Malfoy, School Governor." He stared at the Dursley's as the filed out of the house and drove off.
The next day the Dursley's sent off the check and the day after that a car pulled up to the house. "Get the door boy," his uncle Vernon said cheerfully practically skipping through the house. Sighing he opened the door and there stood a tall regal man of pale skin and white-blond hair. He smiled down at Harry and said,
"Hello Mr. Potter."
"Hello Mr. Malfoy just to warn you no matter how tempted you are doesn't draw out your wand," Harry said giving a pointed glare at the snake on Lucius's cane.
Lucius grinned and marched in leaving Harry to follow. Once in the sitting room he was treated like the King of England. Soon in no time at all he and Harry was out the door and slipping into the back seat of the waiting car. "Take us somewhere where we can apparate discreetly Wormtail," Lucius drawled and the short rat like man in the front nodded, setting the car into drive and pulling away from number four. "I'm sure that you have many questions Mr. Potter, but once we reach the academy then and only then can I fully answer them."
Harry just settled back and waited, finally about fifteen minutes later Wormtail pulled into a gas station to fill up the car. Lucius lead Harry to the back of the station and offered Harry his arm. Harry grimly took it and felt a tugging sensation and his feet touching down upon cold hard and clean cement. In front of him was a building that was the very model of a fancy private school. Looking around Harry saw no one else but them and as he turned to question Lucius the man in question placed an arm around his shoulders and gesturing with the cane said, "Welcome Harry to 'Chance' academy. Your own private academy."
Severus Snape strode up to the headmaster's office and snapping, "lemon drops," at the gargolye he was waiting for the staircase to take him up to the office. He walked in as the staircase pulled up and went through the usual 'lemon drop' greeting which he always ignored. As he sat there Dumbledore peered at him over his spectacles. "Yes, headmaster what is it I was in the middle of a potion." Still Dumbledore did not say anything which made Severus nervous, one thing that the headmaster could always be counted on for was his love of inane chatter.
"Severus I have called you here because it seems that young Mr. Potter is no longer at his aunt and uncles house."
Severus snorted, "is that all that's because he is with Lucius Malfory at 'Chance' academy, now if there is nothing else?"
"How could you bloody let Lucius Malfoy get a hold of the boy!" Dumbledore roared and the magic he expelled rocked the now silent instruments whos' job of monitoring the Dursley's household was now over and Dumbledore had used the soothing sounds of monitoring instruments as a lullaby on nights he had difficulty sleeping. For the first time in his life Severus allowed shock and a small amount of fear cross his face. This was grandfatherly, happy-go-lucky Dumbledore, the man who hardly ever raised his voice and never since he first came to Hogwarts himself allowed accidental magic to slip out.
"I did not let Lucius Malfoy get the boy," Snape snarled after all he hadn't done anything, "it is your fault for not taking the boy in. If you had then Lucius, as a governor of Hogwarts, wouldn't have been able to touch the boy. Another thing how dare you question my loyalty!"
"What am I supposed to think Severus," Dumbledore sighed falling back into his chair and grabbing a lemon drop on the way down. "You and I both know that Harry is dangerous. I never expected a living horocrux to be taken over by the soul it carried thought."
"Yes, Yes, you've mentioned this before, but as I keep telling you young Potter was about to receive the worst beating ever and his body instinctively tapped into the horocrux. Actually we should be lucky that he just tapped into it and not absorbed it." Severus said dismissing Albus's worry with a wave of his hand.
"Why do you think that it's better that he tapped into it at all?" Dumbledore mumbled around the lemon drop he was sucking on.
"Since he tapped into it he received everything Tom knew up to the moment when his body was destroyed." Looking up at Dumbledore's frowning face he smiled, "by tapping into the fragment of Voldemort's soul he would have had to go on instinct to be able to do anything since his mind would have been overloaded with information. If Lucius were to train him he would merely be smoothing the process for young Mr. Potter's mind to absorb the information already floating around in his head. Pity he would have made an excellent student especially since he never hurt those muggles, even if they did deserve it. Now if there is nothing else."
Dumbledore dismissed his potions master with a vague wave of his hand a plan already forming in his mind. I may have lost Harry this year, but what if I offered him the chance to come next year. Severus is right all that knowledge if I could get my hands on all that knowledge and he wasn't harming those muggles so maybe just maybe I can convince him that Lucius, no matter what he says, is merely using him for his own ends. Dumbledore chuckled as he hammered out his plans to tie the boy to him and his 'destiny'. Chuckling he skipped through the castle for the rest of the day, never believing in his 'infinite wisdom' that he could ever lose. He may have rejected the boy, but next year he would accept the boy back into the fold and he would win yet again. Giggling like a school girl and skipping down the hallway he left a very disturbed Severus staring after him.
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