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Summary: After the death of his school mate, Cedric Diggory, Harry Potter returns to the Dursleys home in Surrey, England to suffer another summer under their guardianship. Returning to the Dursleys home after a late night out, he discovers that they have been brutally murdered and that he is being accused of murder. With no trial, he is sentenced to life in Azkaban. After being released from Azkaban after two and a half years in prison after being found innocent, he discovers that, as he has come of age, he is able to inherit his full inheritance and is the richest man in the wizarding world while also gaining the knowledge that he is of noble birth and has multiple titles. After forming an alliance with the Goblins, he discovers that Dumbledore is controlling the government and has been attempting to control him his entire life. Harry decides to return to school under the disguise of Harry Potter, the orphan, normal citizen, and slightly rebellious teen, while secretly working towards ending the dictatorship that Dumbledore is running.
Dedication: This story is dedicated to my brother, who inspired this story.
There is Only Power: Chapter One
Harry Potter's Point of View/Narration
The definition of a conspiracy theory is "a theory that explains an event as being the result of a plot by a convert group or organization; a belief that a particular unexplained event was caused by such a group." That definition sums up my entire life up to the end of my fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Firstly, my parent's death was the result of a group of wizards and witches who believed in the purity of a magical being's blood, this group coincidentally followed the lead of a half-blood. Though Tom Riddle or more commonly known as Lord Voldemort, the lead of the Death Eaters, was the one to initiate the murder of my parents; the entire execution started with a prophecy from a shady seer, Professor Sibyll Trelawney who just so happens to work under the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.
After surviving a curse which is supposed to be un-survivable, I was placed under the care of my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon who just so happen to hate me and my magical heritage. My life then progressed in abuse, malnutrition, and neglect; which all happened under the watchful eye of Albus Dumbledore, though he rebuffs the theory that he knew anything about it.
At the age of eleven, I was sent to Hogwarts to learn the delicate art of magic, or at least as much as Ministry allowed us to learn. And for the next four years I spent my time learning new things, making enemies and friends alike, being almost killed in several different incidents, and being "watched over" by the Headmaster.
To say that I never suspected a thing until near the end of my fourth year would be a true fact. I never suspected that the Headmaster of Hogwarts, who prided himself for the example that he made and the respect that he could cultivate, would do almost anything for power. Could someone truly make up a prophecy and condemn an entire family, just to make their rival for the seat of power looked worse than they already did? Then, when that plan failed, use a boy for his own purposes?
Someone could and someone did. It took me until the moment when I landed in the grave yard, which housed the remains of Tom Riddle's father, to realize that the world was not all that it seemed and that the people in it did not play the role they portrayed.
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The graveyard and what happened there was all that Harry could think about on the train ride from Hogwarts to the train station in London. The flashbacks were almost overwhelming. It seemed like the only thing that he could think about. He of course put a facade up in front of his friends; it would do no good to break down in front of them. Hermione and Ron had to believe that he was alright, that he was not scarred from the experience in the graveyard, that he was not slowly moving towards depression and self-loathing.
It was like he was mentally going over the moment. How he could have changed his actions in order to change the outcome, in order to save Cedric. He never was really friends with the guy, but that did not mean that he did not wish to save him. Why did Cedric die and he did not? As he had done more against Voldemort then Cedric could have ever done. What twist of fate made him survive when he should have died out of lack of magical talent? Voldemort had a far greater knowledge of magic, both spells and the intricate science behind magic. He should have died for the fourth time in his life because of Voldemort, but he remained alive.
He kept on going over what had occurred, be it what was said or the actions of those present in the grave yard:
(Flashback)
"…how foolish it was to suppose that this boy could ever have been stronger than me but I want there to be no mistake in anybody's mind. Harry Potter escaped me by lucky chance. And I am now going to prove my power by killing him, here and now, in front of you all, when there is no Dumbledore to help him, and no mother to die for him." (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, page 658)
"There was a split second, perhaps, when Harry might have considered running for it, but his injured leg shook under him as he stood on the overgrown grave, as the Death Eaters closed ranks, forming a tighter circle around him and Voldemort, so that the gaps where the missing Death Eaters should have stood were filled." (Page 659)
"Harry crouched behind the headstone and knew the end had come. There was no hope…no help to be had. And as he heard Voldemort draw nearer still, he knew one thing only, and it was beyond fear or reason: He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemort's feet…he was going to die upright lie his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself, even if no defense was possible…" (Page 662)
"Harry's hand had closed on Cedric's wrist; one tombstone stood between him and Voldemort, but Cedric was too heavy to carry, and the cup was out of reach-….It flew into the air and soared toward him. Harry caught it by the handle-…he felt the jerk behind his navel that meant the Portkey had worked- it speeding him away in a whirl of wind and color, and Cedric along with him…They were going back." (Page 669)
(End of flashback)
Those moments in the grave yard had revealed an extraordinary amount about his character. He was still questioning himself as to why he acted so cowardly, when he was a member of the house which prided itself on bravery? It was impossible to comprehend what someone did in the heat of the moment until afterwards and now he was going to use that comprehension to change his life. Though, he comforted himself in the fact that he ended up standing up for himself, and saving his pride in the process.
He secretly vowed that he would learn to defend himself so that he would no longer need the protection of Dumbledore, his mother's love, or luck in order to survive another confrontation with Voldemort. Voldemort's words kept on ringing in his ears; it was likely he would not forget them.
As Harry was so deep in thought, he was completely unaware of the amount of time that had surpassed and was only awoken from his deep thoughts when an announcement boomed throughout the train compartments informing the students that they were about to arrive at the station.
Starting to collect his items and placing them in his bag, while taking his trunks down from the racks over his head, he looked at the other members of the compartment. They seemed slightly scared from their experiences this year, they both seemed pensive but for what reasons he would not know. What he did know, though, was that they had loving families and relationships long ago forged to return to. He, on the other hand, would return to an unwelcoming home and an even more unwelcoming family.
As the train slowed to a stop at the station, the students slowly stepped out of the train with all of their belongings. Saying his final good- byes to his friends, while receiving a noticeably warmer good-bye from Hermione than Ron, Harry moved through the barrier of 9 3/4 into the Muggle London train station.
Unbeknownst to Harry, the summer would not be the same as every other summer for the Boy-Who-Lived. His life would change for the better, but first it had to change for the worst.
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Hey everyone! Hopefully you enjoyed the first chapter of my new story and I would like to read your thoughts so please review. I would like to make a note that the quotes, which are in italics, is from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (hardback version), just in case you missed that. Thank you for reading and please review.