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World of Wizarding

Prologue

Harry had never been stupid or for that matter particularly naive, life with the deadly dull but dangerous Dursleys had seen to that. In almost every situation Harry tended to look for the hook behind the bait. Even well intentioned people could cause personal harm if you didn't watch out. That was what Dumbledore was, Harry was fairly sure. Maybe he had gotten to the point where everyone was so much younger than him that he thought everyone else was a baby or maybe he just felt he needed to keep everyone in the dark so nothing could slip or it could be any one of a million other reasons. Good intentions probably, bad results; for Dumbledore anyway.

Chapter one

He was a skinny, black-haired, bespectacled boy who had that unmistakable look of a skinny boy who is about to grow. A sort of stretched out and almost pinched look. He sat next to his lumpy mattress leaning back against it, lost deep in thought.

From scraps of information gathered at the Dursley household he'd known that there were some kinds of secrets revolving around him. Hagrid informing him of being a wizard, the deaths of his parents, the vanquishing of Voldemort and his subsequent fame was almost a relief. At least he now knew what the secrets were. He hated an unsolvable mystery. When Harry had first entered the Wizarding World he'd been shocked at being mobbed by all of the patrons at the Leaky Cauldron because he'd assumed that Hagrid had been chosen as his guide at least in part to prevent such a thing. It was the only reason he could think of to send the gamekeeper instead of some sort of teacher. He quickly became disgusted at how the teachers at Hogwarts allowed him to be treated. Instead of insisting on some decorum and allowing him to be treated normally and have some privacy they participated in the gawking and whispers that followed him like some sort of noxious mist all through his first year; and then never really stopped. That's when he decided that since nobody else would protect him he would have to take steps himself.

Harry had found out that as the last heir to an Ancient and Noble house so very many ministry restrictions were waived. He could make portkey' without ministry restriction; he could sit on the Wizengamot at nineteen instead of thirty. He was allowed two concubine wives and a legal mistress in addition to his "rightfully legal Lady wife," which had admittedly freaked him out at twelve. He wouldn't have gone searching for a book to help him in his first year to understand goblins and asked his teller for one thus coming to the attention of the Goblin Nation that first summer. He had received a total of twenty encyclopedia size books dealing with their complicated society and history. Harry had no doubt that he was the first official Goblin-friend in several generations.

If Dumbledore had told him about the Triwizarding Tournament himself, Harry wouldn't have gone looking for answers himself and found out that the Triwizarding Tournament magically granted any underage participants emancipation and all Wizarding adult rights upon selection. The goblet of fire was an ancient artifact that cared little to nothing for age or social standing so in order for Tournament to be legal all the participants were deemed adults as soon as they participated in the first task. As winner of the tournament he was officially a knight of the magical realm as well.

He wouldn't have learned about all the Owls not offered by Hogwarts and started to study for them in first year. He would definitely not have gotten the paperwork filed for an identity in the muggle world and homeschooling paperwork to be completed yearly since second year with a verified medical excuse for the reason (a rare form of skin disease, harmless but disfiguring).

If a man revered by the Wizarding world was going to lie by omission about most events taking place in his life and wouldn't protect him from the lies' of others Harry figured having a backup plan was a smart move. So the summer before third year while in Diagon Ally he visited Ye Oldie Travel Shoppe and purchased a Safari Tent and an Emergency Lockdown Trunk Unit; it made studying for his non-magical schooling so much more secure and easy as well. The Safari Tent was disguised as a bracelet and the trunk as a ring and both put under a notice-me-not charm.

When no family information was provided besides some pretty pictures and an oft repeated phrase of "you look just like your Father but you have your Mothers eyes;" Harry snuck out of the Weasleys house to Gringotts that first summer and retrieved the Potter family journals from the main vault. Second year taught him that most Wizards will believe an attractive lie over an ugly truth in most situations. Third year was a crash course in Wizarding politics and its' overwhelming corruption and incompetence. By fourth year the Daily Prophets yellow journalism just confirmed that the Wizarding world was full of sheeple and liars.

Like always he would have to protect himself. Sirius wouldn't be able to help because he was still on the run and frankly no matter how much Harry loved the man; Sirius was an emotionally retarded mess with impulse issues. Harry hoped that was caused by Azkaban because of the many similarities between the boys in his dorm and Sirius. He seemed stuck as a teenager. Harry figured that being forced to relive his teenage life for thirteen years with no chance to go anyplace else or do anything but relive the past had stuck Sirius brain in teenager mode despite his real age. He wished he could find a magical therapist but so far neither Dobby nor the Goblins seemed to be able to find something like that for him; at least not in England.

Outside of England looked far more promising according to the Goblins. Finding a therapist who was at least aware of the Magical world was almost a sure bet in most of the rest of Europe because they preferred secrecy charms to Oblivation. Magical European societies outside of England while still hidden had far better communication and cooperation with what they called their non-magical brethren. Harry privately loathed several of the magical-society's terms; muggle, squib and so forth seemed so derogatory. Several parts of Asia didn't even really hide although they were somewhat separated. When Dobby returned with Claymore, Harrys bank manager and Goblin contact was everyone going to have a surprise come fifth year. He was leaving and had found a way to power the wards and fool any minders.

Harry turned his head around to look at the trunk on the bed. He'd just returned from Hogwarts so there wasn't much to be packed it was now more a matter of sorting things out. He closed his green eyes again and thought back to how his life had been before he knew he was a wizard.