-Chapter 1-
Andy
Oy! Get up you git!
Harry rolled over to the other side of the bed, well as much as he could inside the cupboard under the stairs. No! Leave me alone!
As much as you like to keep dreaming, your bitch of an aunt is right outside the door. And I have no intention of getting a beating again.
Harry grumbled again but woke up. And sure enough his Aunt was hammering on the small door, calling his name in her unpleasant voice.
"Wake up boy!" she was saying. "It's time to make breakfast."
Harry cursed silently rubbing his eyes. It was quite a shame because he had been dreaming he had finally gotten the nerve to burn this living hell of a house down and was laughing maniacally from a distance. What a dream.
GO! YOU USELESS PIECE OF GARBAGE!
Oh right. And there was that too.
Harry Potter was not a normal ten year old. He had a voice inside his head who talked to him constantly. The presence in his head normally looked like him, but without his glasses, and had quite full and well defined body unlike his own. Harry called it Andy. Basically Andy was everything he was not. When the voice took over, Harry was confident, calculating, and Harry suspected Andy had more IQ points than him. And Harry was rubbing off of him. It was all good though, as Andy helped him. Even if he sometimes used Harry to get things that Andy had an interest in, things that would normally get Harry in trouble.
His uncle usually started his day by calling him a freak and every time that happened Harry had silently agreed with him. Although he wondered how the man knew about that. The first time he had heard the voice he had tried to tell his guardians but the voice had warned him against it. The voice was incredibly helpful at times but of course swore like a sailor. Usually at him.
Andy helped him a lot when dodging Dudley's punches. Harry now knew enough to beat the fat arse without raising a finger. He would just dodge until his cousin would tire himself out and fall. After which he would be swiftly taken to the nearest Medical Centre, leaving Harry in the house all by himself. Harry had discreetly searched on Dudley's computer about why he was hearing the voice. The best he could find out was that, that little voice that sometimes gives us advice had been completely split from his mind for some reason. And it had taken a different yet same personality. Harry mind voice was normally very sarcastic, often berated him and just generally was a pain. That's not to say it isn't useful at times.
Just then his retard of a cousin came bouncing down the stairs. Oh yeah, it was that stupid Dudley's birthday.
"Don't mind him, he's a bit dim." Harry talked at the sleeping python.
Look at you, talking to snakes.
Shut up.
Then to his amazement the snake suddenly perked up.
"You can understand me?" he asked.
The snake nodded.
Look at me, talking to snakes. Harry said awed.
Andy was speechless.
Just then Dudley pushed him away from the glass screen, calling out to his mother and father. Harry fell to the floor and glared at his cousin. Then to his shock the glass which Dudley had been leaning on disappeared and he fell in.
Serves him right! Harry started laughing even though he had no clue what had happened.
Don't laugh you imbecile! If Dursley sees you he'll probably think you did it.
That shut Harry up.
"You never told him? Never told him what was in the letter Dumbledore left fer him? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An' you've kept it from him all these years?"
"Kept what from me?" said Harry eagerly.
"STOP! I FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in panic.
Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of horror.
"Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh," said Hagrid. "Harry — yer a wizard."
There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.
"I'm a what?" gasped Harry.
"A wizard, o' course," said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, "an' a thumpin' good'un, I'd say, once yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad like yours, what else would yeh be? An' I reckon it's abou' time yeh read yer letter."
Harry stretched out his hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald green to Mr. H. Potter, The Floor, Huton-the-Rock, The Sea. He pulled out the letter and read.
Questions exploded inside his head as he read the weird letter, and he couldn't figure out which one to ask. He was pulled out of his revere by the sound of Andy laughing inside his head.
You? A wizard? He was now rolling on the floor of the white room. No way!
Why the hell not? Harry asked annoyed. It would explain the things we couldn't before. Like the vanishing glass?
Andy wiped a tear and stood up. I guess. He said as the huge man named Hagrid pulled out an owl and started writing in a piece of paper. He gave it to the owl and let it go out of the window.
"Where was I?" said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon, still ashen-faced but looking very angry, moved into the firelight.
"He's not going," he said.
Hagrid grunted.
"I'd like ter see a great Muggle like you stop him," he said.
"A what?" said Harry.
"A Muggle," said Hagrid, "it's what we call nonmagic folk like them. An' it's your bad luck you grew up in a family o' the biggest Muggles I ever laid eyes on."
"We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to that rubbish," said Uncle Vernon, "swore we'd stamp it out of him! Wizard indeed!"
That did it for him. "You knew?" Harry asked his voice cold and even, startling Uncle Vernon. "You knew I was a wizard and you never told me? How many other things have you lied to me about? My parent's car accident? Did you lie about that too?"
Harry turned to Hagrid asking for confirmation, but the man seemed to be bursting with rage.
"James and Lily Potter didn't die in a car crash!"
He then continued to unravel the truth of his parent's death, and Harry listened intently.
"Can we really find all this stuff in London?" Harry asked reading the list that had been included in the letter.
"If you know where to look." Hagrid said and headed towards a pub named 'The Leaky Cauldron'. He followed.
The moment Harry had realized that he was getting the hell away from the Dursley's; he had decided to accept all the weirdness. And Andy had agreed as he was not the one to look in the mouth of a gift horse.
The moment he entered the pub and Hagrid had introduced him to the bartender, to Harry's surprise and Andy amusement he was swarmed by well-wishers that somehow seem to know him.
We're famous? Andy asked incredulously. I mean I get me being famous, but you?
We're the freaking same! Harry said annoyed.
Still.
Harry ignored him. Then he was introduced to someone named Quirrell and Harry suddenly went tense.
What the hell? Andy are you sensing this?
Andy nodded instantly alert. Then he felt a prickle of pain in his forehead as he felt/saw thin black tendrils penetrate the huge room that Andy usually hung out. Its walls started vibrate and the blackness leaked out of its pores. Harry watched as Andy jumped from his rather comfortable looking couch landing in fighting stance. The smoke-like tendrils gathered at the foot of the huge windows forming a vague human like shape. Andy ran at the figure jumping and -to Harry's annoyance (as he couldn't do it no matter how hard he tried) - delivered a flying kick. It connected with the shape violently shaking the whole room as it did so. The figure was instantly thrown from the room destroying the windows in its wake.
This all had happened in a second inside Harry's head and the Professor visibly flinched appearing shocked. He kept stuttering as he finished talking to Harry before Hagrid pulled him out of the pub to what seemed like a dead end.
"Was he always that nervous?" Harry inquired nonchalantly as he reeled inside from what had happened.
ANDY! What the freaking hell was that?! But Andy wasn't talking. He was leaning against the wall while looking down.
ANDY! Talk to me! What-
There's someone else in here. He said suddenly.
Huh?
It feels the same as those tendrils. Andy said getting up and approaching the huge TV screen that usually showed what Harry's eyes saw. He started typing furiously on the keyboard. Bunch of code appeared in it, changing every so often.
Got it. Andy finally said.
Well what is it? Harry asked as Hagrid started tapping the brick wall with his umbrella.
It's a base code for some being. He said. It's same as you but more… how can is say this-evil. Not saying you're evil though.
Dumb it down for the simple minded please.
It's another person. Andy said anxiously. You've a part of some dude inside you. I think like a soul. It's not a complete one though. He added.
Well that makes everything better! He cried.
There's good news. It's locked up. Andy said checking the screen. The tendril thing just highlighted it. And it's very weak. It's barely holding on.
Well that's good I suppose…
That was all he got to say as the brick wall started to rearrange itself revealing a bustling street.
"Welcome," Hagrid said. "To Diagon Ally."
Both Harry and Andy watched in amazement unable to say anything.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons — All Sizes — Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver — Self-Stirring — Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.
"Yeah, you'll be needin' one," said Hagrid, "but we gotta get yer money first."
Because of Andy, Harry could look at everything at the same time. There was some woman who mumbled something about Dragon liver. Andy was commenting on everything.
There's Dragons? Then why the hell would you kill one and take its liver?
Owls? It must be for post. Buy a freaking mobile.
It looks like witches actually flew on broomsticks. How much control-time you want to bet there's a Ferrari equivalent of a broom somewhere?
Not touching that. Harry said dryly. They had started betting on who would control the body the day they had learned what betting was.
"Gringrotts." said Hagrid.
They went inside, Andy and Harry observing the strange creatures that Hagrid had named as Goblins.
Hagrid and Harry made for the counter.
"Morning," said Hagrid to a free goblin. "We've come ter take some money outta Mr. Harry Potter's safe."
"You have his key, sir?"
"Got it here somewhere," said Hagrid searching his pockets.
"Here it is," said Hagrid at last, holding up a tiny golden key.
The goblin looked at it closely.
"That seems to be in order."
"An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore," said Hagrid importantly, throwing out his chest. "It's about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen."
The goblin read the letter carefully.
"Very well," he said, handing it back to Hagrid, "I will have someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!"
Griphook was yet another goblin and they followed him through one of the doors.
"What's the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen?" Harry asked curious.
"Can't tell yeh that," said Hagrid mysteriously. "Very secret. Hogwarts business. Dumbledore's trusted me. More'n my job's worth ter tell yeh that."
The cart ride through the tunnel was awesome and Harry cried in glee the whole way down. He saw a flash of fire and slowing down inside his head he saw that it was brilliant white dragon. At least he thought it was.
After they stopped Griphook went and opened the vault. Green smoke came billowing out of the entrance and as it cleared, Harry and Andy gasped in unison.
If that fatty knew about this, it would've been emptied before you could say gold. Andy said staring at the piles of gold and silver disbelievingly.
"Did you think your parents would leave you with nothing?" Hagrid said smiling.
Honestly, Harry had thought they wouldn't have cared. Then logic jumped at his mind.
"Griphook," He turned to the goblin. "I'm finding it hard to believe that any responsible parent would leave their child every single piece of what did you say-Galleon- they had."
Griphook raised an eyebrow. "Well you would be correct. This is your Trust vault. You can't access the Potter family vault until you come of age."
Like I thought. Harry nodded and with Hagrid's help grabbed the necessary amount of gold.
We're coming back here right? Andy asked. I want to take a look at mom and dad's will.
Me too Andy.
Hagrid picked up something from the other vault saying it would be better to keep it a secret. Harry shrugged.
The ride back up was equally enjoyable as the ride down. So much so that Hagrid had taken off to the pub saying he was feeling queasy.
Harry stood in front of the huge building with his back to it. He gave a feral grin rubbing his hands together.
Finally. He said to Andy who had the same expression on his face. Yeah. Let's see what kind of mayhem we can cause now free of the big guy shall we?
Harry glanced at his requirement list for the school and headed towards the Madam Malkins Robes for All Occasions remembering the days that Dudley hadn't gone to school when he had been sick. Harry had refrained from acting when Dudley had been at school as anything he would do, would end up in Uncle Vernon's ear. But without the small whale, his gang was without leader. And Harry -with the help of Andy of course- had retaliated. So much so that every single one of the gang hadn't shown up at school the next day. These sick leaves usually included broken arms and legs, hair loss because of fire, and more than single pencils puncturing their skin. They dropped out after a year.
He grinned and entered the shop.
"Hogwarts, dear?" the shopkeeper said, when she saw him. "Got the lot here — another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."
Harry went to the back of the shop and stood on a footstool beside a blonde haired kid with a pointy face.
"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."
Harry was strongly reminded of a couple of students in his school that got their legs broken.
"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.
"Why? We're not allowed." Harry said.
"Do you play any Quidditch?" The kid replied. "Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my House, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
"No idea." Harry said.
"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been — imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"If it's named like that then yes." Harry said imitating the pompous prick.
"I say, look at that man!" said the boy suddenly, nodding toward the front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at Harry and pointing at two large ice creams to show he couldn't come in.
"That's my chaperone for the moment." Harry said with fake disdain. He would be eternally grateful for the gentle big man for rescuing him for the hell on earth. But the prick didn't need to know that. "I thought I'd got rid of him for the day."
He sighed dramatically. And the blond boy ate it up. Andy sniggered. "Yeah. Wouldn't blame you. Where are your parents?"
"They're dead."
"Oh sorry." He said actually sounding a bit sorry. "They were our kind weren't they?"
"Witch and Wizard." Harry said. "If that's what you mean."
"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?"
Before he could answer Madam Malkins came and said that he was done.
He hopped down from the stool and offered his hand to the prick answering his question. "Potter. You?"
The boy's eyebrows disappeared into his hair. "P-Potter? Harry Potter?" he stammered.
Harry grinned inwardly. "Yep."
The boy hopped from the stool and took his hand and smirked at him. "Draco. Draco Malfoy."
The-Boy-Who-Lived returned the smile. "Well Draco. It was nice meeting you. I'll see you at Hogwarts."
That was so easy! Andy cried happily.
Yeah. Come Hogwarts I'll have the git eating out of my hand.
Harry met Hagrid and went to a shop named Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all.
He walked through the shelves reading the titles in a daze. Advanced Defense Magicks, Household Spells, Hogwarts, A History, Advanced Transfiguration and thousands more.
Harry and Andy were practically drooling at the mass of information. Hagrid had to drag him away as he had tried to use all his money to buy as many of the tomes as he can.
"You can't just introduce me to a world I never knew existed and just deny me the chance to learn more about it!" Harry said as he tried to free himself from the clutches of Hagrid. "That's not fair!"
They then visited the Apothecary. While Hagrid was buying the basic potions ingredients Harry browsed and eventually came to the medical section. A witch who seemed to be in her thirties approached him.
"Can I help you?" she asked politely.
Harry knew how much he was actually suffering from malnutrition. So he was hoping to find some kind of magick way of achieving it quickly. Quickly, before he went back to the Dursley's that was.
"Do you have any concentrated nutritional supplies or potions if you will?" Harry asked.
The witch eyed him carefully. "You need a prescription from a Healer for that."
"Oh." He said disappointed. "Where would I get something like that?"
"Try St. Mungos." She replied. "Why are you looking for nutritional supplies anyway?"
"Just looking," Harry said, his face not betraying anything. "I'll come back."
"Just yer wand left — oh yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present."
Harry felt himself go red.
"You don't have to —"
"I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer animal. Not a toad, toads went outta fashion years ago, yeh'd be laughed at — an' I don' like cats, they make me sneeze. I'll get yer an owl. All the kids want owls, they're dead useful, carry yer mail an' everythin'."
Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, and Harry was now a proud owner a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing. He couldn't stop stammering his thanks, sounding just like Professor Quirrell.
"Don' mention it," said Hagrid gruffly. "Don' expect you've had a lotta presents from them Dursleys. Just Ollivanders left now — only place fer wands, Ollivanders, and yeh gotta have the best wand."
Wand. Andy said. This is what I've been looking forward to.
They entered the narrow and shabby shop which housed stacks of wooden boxes on top of each other. When the bell sounded a man looking suspiciously like the guy who died first on the movie Alien came bounding out of nowhere.
"Hello." He said softly.
"Hello." Harry replied.
"I was waiting for you." The man said. "Harry Potter. Let's get you fixed shall we?"
He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
"Er — well, I'm right-handed," said Harry.
Harry watched in shock as the tape measure did the job on its own bouncing up and down everywhere. The man –Ollivander he assumed- disappeared behind the stacks after taking the tape.
"That will do," he said, coming back. "Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."
Harry waved it feeling a bit foolish as he heard Andy sniggering.
When he waved it the second time Harry jumped, yelping as the wand literally exploded in his hand, throwing him to the ground.
"HARRY!" Hagrid jumped from his seat picking him up like a feather and placing him on the floor. "Are yeh all right?"
Harry nodded dumbly and turned to the old man apologizing furiously.
Mr. Ollivander stared at the smoking pieces of the wand for few seconds then a bright smile lit up his face. Harry looked at him puzzled completely.
"Oh joy!" he said jumping up and down happily. It was a quite an odd thing look at an old man jumping like a teen. "Finally. After hundred years. I can finally make another one!"
"Mr. Ollivander what are you talking about?"
He didn't answer, instead knelt down and picked up the pieces of the wand and gestured to it. "Yep. The core exploded. I'm going to have to make custom-made wand for you. Probably with multiple cores."
He then brought out a thin slab of metal that had about twenty vertical lines drawn on it, swollen so that it could be felt. "Go ahead. Mr. Potter take your hand over it."
Harry did and three of the twenty lines lit up. Mr. Ollivander made a face. "Wing bone of an Occamy, dragon heartstring and dragon tail bone. Odd the Occamy. Anyway I have just the wood to stabilize these."
He went inside his shop and Harry and Hagrid looked at each other. Both shrugging after. About fifteen minutes later the old man came out holding a sleek black wand a bit thicker than the ones on display.
Harry took it. The moment the cool wood touched his hand he felt it vibrating slightly. Harry! Can you feel it? It's like someone let loose a tap. And-
-all is right in the world again. Harry finished as a white light burst from the tip of the wand forming the shape upturned umbrella before smashing into him, staggering him. Hagrid applauded happily.
He paid for the multi-cored wand and when he had insisted on paying for the one he broke Mr. Ollivander had refused saying that it was his pleasure and expecting great things from him. Mr. Ollivander had no idea that those great things would turn the wizarding world upside down when they happened.
"Well let's get yeh back to the Dursleys." Hagrid said finally ready to end the day. "If they do something don't hesitate ter owl me."
Harry was having none of it. "Hagrid. I think I'll stay in the -Leaky Cauldron was it? I will not go back to those monsters."
Hagrid looked torn. Harry decided to reassure the man a little. "Don't worry I won't be going anywhere other than the Ally. I'll be careful."
The large man finally agreed before disappearing in a pop. Harry blinked twice before taking off his glasses and rubbing them clean before wearing them again.
Did that really happen?
Yeah. Andy replied equally shocked. I want to learn that first.
Definitely. Harry said before heading towards Gringrotts again.
this was my first HP fanfic so tell me what you think
