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Chapter 1.
Harry potter was sitting over in the park at the park with a lollipop in mouth, starring at his laptop that he blackmailed his Dursleys to buy, he investigate the programs systems on to see if there were was anything that he could do better.
He was a genius of a high order, he was possibly many light years ahead of his peers at school, he had almost anonymously created of most of the best systems to computers.
He was also mostly emotionless on the outside, a side effect of most of his lonely childhood his caretakers had forced him into.
As he understood it, his father and mother didn't want him and gave him to his mother sister, who hate anything about her sister, included him.
Petunia Dursley was a bitter woman, she envied anything about her sister, that got all the attention from their mother and father, plus all the boys in their neighborhood, she wanted that attention, not to mention the magic, but is was mostly that she wanted the attention.
She took it out on harry, the child with the green eyes that broth the pretty hated out in her.
Vernon Dursley was a idiot obsessed with his image and money, he personality view the the unnatural as a insult to the world.
The only reason that they didn't put harry at an orphanage was they get paid a big amount of money to take care of him.
They only took tending to him at the minimal care they could do, always telling him how much a burden he was and he should be grateful to them, they made him do cores the moment he could understand what to do, if he didn't do it to their satisfaction, he had to do it over and no food the day after.
He was not allowed to play with his follow children, the only thing that he enjoyed was the garden, that he had to take care of, anytime that he was there, he feel at peace in a way, he felt connected to the plants, like they could understand him, and as a young child that was a truly blessed thing.
The Dursleys also had their own child, Dudley Dursley was a very arrogance child, he got anything he wanted, and could do anything he wanted.
His parents kissed the dirty ground he walked on, cheering him on no matter what he did.
He didn't like Harry at all, and fervently got him into trouble at home.
It all changed when school come, Harry was a logical child, he was not as blinded by feelings that the other children and most adults did, he could almost read when he walked into the classroom for the first time.
He had not made friends ay school, as Dudley bulled any that had contract with him at all, Dudley was one year older then him, and due to Petunia, very big, it was mostly fat, but to a child it looked very scary. A child avoid scary things, and to do that they ignored Harry.
But he observed the other children and their contract to their parents, he knew fast that the way the Dursleys treated was unusual, no one else was as small as he was because of starvation.
He subtly sought information of what the others in his class had to do by their parents, far the most had nothing, and those that had, was nothing in comparison to his magnitude of workload.
A word dropped, Child Welfare, a group to protect children from being abused.
A word he used to cower the stupid Dursleys, their reputation would be ruined way beyond repair if word got out that Child Welfare had been contacted.
He forced a deal, he would only do as much as Dudley did, which was none, could eat what Dudley did, which meant there was a lot he could eat.
He would do the garden if he got full control over it, to which they agreed.
They made a new way of dealing with him, ignore him. A thing that was most enjoyable for him.
He did not join the other children with his new found free time, he missed the chance, his logical mind could not find the funny in the things they did, they made no sense.
No, he learned to read, he found a lot joy in books, any kind of book, he read about plants, how they grow and why they grow.
A lot more complicated than he should be able to read, with a lot of difficult words for one his young age.
He was intelligent, yes, enough to understand he was different weird things happen to him and around him when he is upset or happy, it happened to Dudley when he decided to kill some of Harry's priced plants, he was hit by a unknown force that broke his nose and bruised his whole body intruded something called pain, the spoiled kid almost did not even have the scamps you get when you fall as a child, and screamed like a pig for the next four hours.
When harry was happy the crowns of the flowers 'look' at him, they even sometimes move to touch him if they can, they can also visibly grow to touch him.
The thing with Dudley made him investigate why that happened, in fact, all the books he read did not say anything about that.
He of course experimented with his new ability, to help the plants grow, and see if it could help him in a different way, one thing was his teleport incident, it was in school with Dudley chasing him, where he after a loud bang suddenly was on the roof.
There was one thing he learned of the Dursleys, that was take what you can get, before others get it.
He practice his ability to what he considered perfect, that was no sound and almost none preparing time to focus where he would end op.
Using that ability he stole his laptop, that laptop he had in his hands right now.
There was another thing, he was stronger than he should be for one of his small build, he meet a word that he thought would descriptive where his power came from, bioelectromagnetism, a field that anything that's is alive has, or that is what the closest he came to an explanation, he tested it, he tried to add on the bioelectromagnetism the plants could contain, caused a single spark from his hand into the plant, it forced a explosive growth rate, much more that he could do before where he did not do the bioelectromagnetik build op beforehand.
The flower he did it on was a hidden place in the locale park grow to his shoulder with a very big red flower.
It not that the plant grow, more it got bigger.
He did not kill the plant, he took it and planted to somewhere else, with his teleporting ability planted it somewhere nobody could come across.
When he stole the laptop it was to help record and research his ability with the help of the internet, and he was interested in how it worked, both software and hardware.
He decided to change that way he think into some kind of computer program, not the one and zero system, a very different system that helped maximize the sheer speed which he thought, and the way he learned things was unreal.
The control of his bioelectromagnetik field was getting better, he changed the way his laptop worked, it could run only on his BF (bioelectromagnetik field) which took a lot of stolen laptops to do, most of the others exploded.
In his still short life there are only 3 things that made him feel human emotions at all, the first is his plants and animals that are friendly. The secondary is lollypops, it is truly the best thing to eat in the whole wide world, candy to any situation, lemon flavor, banana flavor and strawberry flavor, with so many more, he is almost never seen without one in his mouth. 3 is to fly, the felling of freedom of the world, and of himself.
He discovered it when he was 9 years old, the ability to fly, he was missing with the flavor laws of the world, doing the experiment he had not thought that flying would come to hold sough, love of the sky.
He stopped coming home so often at the Dursleys, he began to spend more time with nature in Britannia, as he had not left the country, the thing with his ability was he could not teleport to places he had not been before and had no real knowledge where it is.
He will probably try to leave when he mastered the forced grow spell to grow trees with fruits, he wanted to see the world for himself.
He is also working on his goal, he has something he want to make, a spaceship, that is right, the mostly emotionless genius kid that nobody notes want to build a real spaceship to travel to the stars far beyond of his small reach, for now.
Right now he don't really have a solid idea how to reach his ambition, but he has some that involve a lot of power and some very interesting power control programs.
But really the only thing he has as a lead, if you have enough power, you can make the very law of the universe change, sure control help a lot, but if you don't have power sufficient enough to force a change it dose matter how much control you have.
Though you have to have decent enough control to ensure, that you don't kill yourself in the first place.
The base feat, he gather as much information on the bioelectromagnetik field as possible, that is all he can do right now at least.
He do wonder if he has to start calling it magic, as written in the letter he got the day before, it was a strange letter written with green ink to him, about that he was invited to the so called greatest school of magic, Hogwarts school of wizardry and witchcraft as it was named, and some named Dumbledore was headmaster.
He sounded really old.
They did however not leave a way to contract them, and no address where he could buy the things on his list, that they say is required. Seriously? No booms for first years.
He decide to let the matter rest, it is probably a joke anyway, they will contract him if not.
Maybe he should call it magic as bioelectromagnetism is a rather long complicated word, and magic is much easier word.
He paused briefly in his typing on the laptop, sensing a incoming teleport, a badly made one compered to his, it was making many unnecessary waves in sub reality, before continued his typing.
'it seem like the letter was not a joke after all' he thought as a woman with red hair arrived with a small bang, behind some trees in the park where nobody really do to.
She was wearing a black robe thing, that looked like she got them from a movie about witchcraft in the old days.
She looked nervous, her green eyes dratted around as searching for something, or someone.
He continued his typing without break while she walked past me to walk down the streets toward number four, where he is registered living with the Dursleys.
A full minute passed before he deemed what he was doing done, and closed his laptop to follow the path to the house, as he didn't think the Dursleys would point him in the direction of him, willing anyway.
'I wonder if this school is interesting or I can find information to further my ambitious plan'
he walked down the street to hear yelling, he was very surprised to find it to be the woman and his aunt Petunia in a screaming match, Petunia was almost more concerned about her public image than her husband, so to find her yelling at a strange woman was surprising for him. Apparently Petunia wont let the woman into her house.
He walk op to them and say "you are yelling like children, please be more concerned about your surroundings" they did have the shame to be embarrassed, even Petunia. "thank you, are you the one sent to explain this letter?" I hold op the letter to Hogwarts school of wizardry and witchcraft.
She dumfounded looked at me for some reason, maybe it is his hair? For some reason it changed from black to light green when he was trying to upgrade his magic when he was nine, he tried to make it more potent and improve the rate which his body produce it, it worked but made his black hair light green and his eyes a beautiful light lavender.
He never did find out the exact reason for it.
Most think it has been dyed.
Or maybe it is the fact he looked nine? The damage from his early childhood was not undone, he could undo it but he never cared enough and he did not have sufficient data on the effects it would have to interfere with his body to risk it, he thought it wasn't something to chance his life on.
Or his eyes that looked dead to the world, they say that the eyes are the windrow to the soul, and his spoke of indifference.
He didn't care.
He had long ago abandoned to care for others outside his few interests.
A a couple of seconds later she broke out of her little dumfounded episode "y-yes, that is my propose here" she took a few seconds to pull herself together "i am here to lead you to Diagon Alley
to buy your things to school"
Petunia is looking on, so he can't tell that he has money without her trying to steal them, she's a greedy one "i don't have any money to buy the things on the list, miss?" she looked to be in mid 20s
now she is dumfounded again for some reason, all I asked about were her name, she's a weird one.
"Lily Potter" she say it like it should mean something to me, strange she has the same surname as him, he ignore the coincidence and just nodded.
"and the money problem?" anything cost something, i find it hard to believe the magical is any different.
She briefly had a hurt look in her eyes at his dismiss at her name, maybe she is famous in the magical world and are not used to not to be recognized by name?
"you have a trust account sat op in the wizard bank Gringotts" and where did the money in his trust account come from? At last he now know the magic world is a big enough society to have it own bank.
"I see. Can I get a proof of the existences of magic?" He knew he was different than the others in his school, but is he different than those in the magic world?
She seemed to cheer op a little, and pulled out a stick made of wood "sure" she seemed to think a little before she chose to color his hair black again by pointing the stick at it and mutter a word.
He took a look at his hair "is the stick necessary for it to work?" he dejected the fact his hair now was black as something important.
She lost her smile at the to the point question. Obvious expected a different reaction to magic's existence.
"yes, most magic require a wand to work" she explained anyway "some don't but those are rare kinds"
a lot of different than his method, then again I haven't tried, as he could not see how it would help, he had of course not had a magic stick before to test it with.
"how are we gonna get there?" he didn't know if she could teleport like he could with others.
He needed more info in order to precisely know what they are capable of, he could feel her power and it not quite like his, he changed his in order to try to make it more effective, if he lost some ability or grained some.
"we apart with the magic version of teleport that can be learned in 6st year, it is called Apparation" she informed him "we just have to find a spot where we are not seen by muggles to do it"
"muggles?" a word not in the dictionary, he know, he read it.
"ah, people that don't have magic"
"i see... can you change my hair back, I like green" his favorite color. Not that anyone could really tell.
"ah. Sure" she embarrassed changed it back, again by a wave of her magic stick, which is called a wand.
We walked away from the silent Petunia that had not said anything, we both ignore her existence.
We found a isolated place, where she took his hand, and Apparated from the spot.
It was like his early practice with his teleport, like been shoved through a straw that are way to small for you. A most uncomfortable experience.
Later his teleport gave a feeling of passing through a wall of water without getting wet, a funny feeling. The longer the distance the more water to pass through, like a hallway of water.
The next thing he knew was they were in a badly crept backyard of a pup.
He was utterly unimpressive at that, both the Apparation and the backyard, he teleported better when he was 9 years old, and judged on the dieing plants around him it haven't been care for in years.
However it wont do not to praise his host, to not to be rude. It was written in one of the books he read, that the guest most praise his host.
"a absolutely elegant a garden you have here" he deliver his praise in a flat tone, without any feelings at all. Some would call it sarcastic.
Lily blushed in embarrassment, it seemed to be common around him "ahh, the gate to the magic world, from the muggle world is this wall" she pointed at a totally normal red brick wall.
He was seriously considering not to go to Hogwarts, as he raised an eyebrow elegantly. "i see..." his tone of voice told clearly that he could not see. It made lily even more embarrassed than before.
She stepped closer to the normal wall and draw her wand, she used her wand to tap at some of the bricks in a specific order.
After she was done she stepped back, the wall ripped and the walls bricks moved out to make a gate of sorts, to a old looking busy street were as cut out from the past, with people walking around in robes and those old witch hats.
There where weird shops from the old days, a potions shop, clothes shop, book shop, pet shop and a truly imposing building that was written Gringotts on.
He just stood there looking at the all.
His guide smiled at proud smile and spoke "welcome to Diagon Alley" with a wide arm movement to indicate the whole alley.
He spoke the first thing on his mind as he looked upon the street
"do I have to wear a dress too?"
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he as happily as he could ignore the Dursleys, as he walked past them on his way op the stars, they set him heated looks but said nothing, the heavy trunk was dragged after him op the stars as if it weighted nothing. Or maybe they don't like animals, like the gray cat that walked behind him.
He made his way to the second bedroom, that was his room after he blackmailed them, it was still smaller than Dudley's room, but considering how fat he is, it could be the same size from their individual glance. He heard Dudley had begun to call himself Big D, very big indeeed.
His trip to Diagon Alley had been very interesting, the trust account was filled with some kind of gold coins they call Galleons, he still wonder where all that money come from, his guide wouldn't say. He took way more then necessary under the protest of said guide.
He told her that he didn't know if the one who gave him the gold, but he believe it could betaken again, and it is his first time in the magical world there's no way he won't buy more than the school things on the list.
They first went for a trunk of course, after that the potion items, he was so disappointed in that there are no shop for plants, so they went for books.
There he acquired a whole lot of books, books on the different kinds of magic, a lot of books on plants or as they call it Herbology, some history books, books on magical animals, books on magic tori, Rune books, books on Arithmancy and one named 'a first generations magic user's guide to the magical world's stupidity'
he had a feeling he need the last one.
There wasn't a lot of information on the different magics, only legends. Probably the magic families want to hold as much power to themselves as they can, to limit the knowledge of newcomers is one way. Luckily his guide said the library of Hogwarts is one of the best of the world.
Considering that the magic world look like it's a century behind the muggle in advancement, it don't fill him with much hope.
After that he wanted a pet, he won't say it, but he sometimes miss having company. Again his guide wanted him to have a owl, so he could send letters, he shot it down as he don't have any to send letters to, and chose a cat.
He always liked cats, they were alike in some aspects,very independent and had a more clever intelligent mind than most think. When they are not doing anything they relax, move only when needed, not doing much unnecessary things if possible.
After some time looking he chose a young female gray cat, that he named Clare.
There was nothing spacial about that cat, exempt it seemed a little more intelligent than the others, but nothing overwhelming.
Though she may become extraordinary intelligent or powerful in time.
Then at last the magic stick the call a wand, it made him make a breakthrough in research material that could open op for a lot of spells to explore later.
His spells are before made magic data stream, that has a set effete, it is the same as a saved program on a computer, instead of make the same date stream the saved it to run it faster, using a code word, it is almost the same those, those magic people do almost the same using a number system they call Arithmancy, it use numbers to help make the spell.
It is very similar to what he do, he thought over it a bit, it was also VERY similar to computer programs.
The same with runes.
Maybe the muggles, as wizard people call them, is closer to magic than anyone realize.
A shame he don't have a lap, as wizards and witches may, or may not, be genetic engined enhanced humans made in space.
the purpose of a wand is not to amplify as many thought, it is to create resistance for it, like how a lamp give light, the electrons that travel through the resistance line, the power discharge make it light op.
It allow a grater magic building in one place.
The magic go in the wand where it is slowed so more magic is needed to push through the wand, enough power for spells.
That was the feeling he got when he got his wand, hair from a unicorn, wood from a oak tree and it is 13 inches. Fine for charms work.
On a side note, Ollivander, the wand maker, is one creepy old man.
All that is very intriguing, but what interested him more is the magical plants. Thus he took a book, put his back against the wall and opened the book on first year Herbology, Clare hopped and lay down to sleep at his side as he read.
He couldn't wait to see and grow some of those.
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Lily Potter stepped out of the fire place after used the flu network after she said goodby to Hogwarts coming student. A look of sadness on her pretty face.
10 and a half year ago, the dark lord Voldmort were still alive, him and his men was killing anyone that did not share their goal or blood. The fear of him were still so deep most could not say his name, called him him-who-must-not-be-named instead.
She and her husband was part of the resistance, to put a end to his terrorism.
In the war she had two children, her first born, a girl named Rose, and almost a year later, a boy named Harry.
Then one Halloween night the potters was betrayed, one of her husband's fiends, named Peter, told the dark lord the secret to locate their house.
Before that, one of their other fiend was under attack, so they had to leave to help, making the traitor stay to take care of their children, she had a bad feeling so she activated the unfinished illegal blood and soul wards, she found in the black library for more protection. After they reflated the attack two hours later, it was to later.
The dark lord had been there, and attacked the eldest of her children, left her a cursed scar on her stomach, and a bundle of ash on the ground. There was no sign of Voldemort anywhere.
Dumbledore declared, after some investigation, Rose the girl-who-lived and the defeat of the dark lord Voldemort.
They later after long considering decide to split the children op.
It not they loved Rose more for being popular, it the prophecy that say Rose had to fight the Dark lord again.
They made the decision based on two things.
1, the prophecy, there's a high chance for Rose's death, she would need magic training which their youngest would not be able to participate due to age, they have all the time to get to know Harry were the chance for Rose's death could take that away. The thought they could make it op to him later.
2, the popularity of Rose. they had to rise Rose to be the best they could, and so to do that they decide to make a controlled environment, Harry who was a human child could react both, positive or negative, they couldn't risk the development of the one to bring safety to their world future for one child, even their own.
It may a hash solution, but they honestly believed they could make it op later in their son's life.
They knew only one household that had nothing to do with the magic world, her sisters.
She knew the ricks of sending her child there, but she thought that even after the hash childhood she was sure he would get, he would run into her waiting arms and they would be family again, it was her hope, her dream.
He was such a lively child, with his father black hair, and her green eyes. Doing the years she missed him, however she never checked op on him, she tried to delude herself that there was a chance she could be tracked, even if deep buried in her heart, she knew it was because she couldn't face her abandoned son.
Now, ca. 10 a half years later, she returned after showed her son the magic world he was born to, her hope crushed, her delusion ripped away.
He was not a baby anymore, he didn't have his fathers hair, he didn't have her eyes, he didn't recognize her and he didn't run towards her to give a hug.
He walked slowly with out a care, he didn't run, there was no recognition in his behavior. He had long silky green hair, not the short black mess of his father's. His eyes was no longer brilliant green like her own, no, they changed to a beautiful pale lavender, they showed no care for her existences. What hurt most of all was his size, she knew enough of the effects starvation could cause in a child, she should have prevented it, she should have protected her son.
It hurt so much to hear your own son ask for your name, if you were a random stranger, which she could admit that, from his perspective, she was.
She hated to admit it, but she couldn't prove it wasn't at last partially her fault.
Her son was someone she didn't know, she didn't know his interests or what he pass the time with.
She subtly inquired, but she was answered with non-answers mostly. Like the places he has seen, he had been here and there.
She only knew he liked Herbology and plants, he likes cats, he can be very brunt and he always has that sucker in his mouth, even when he is speaking. He must had done that a lot, as his speech wasn't hindered even a little by it.
And he most likely doesn't have any fiends, not a very pleasant thing for a mother to learn about her child.
She walked through the ancient home of the Potter house, not bothering to call out she was there like she usual do.
She felt so tired, so old.
For her it felt like a nightmare to walk through the halls that supplied her so much comfort in the past.
She knew Rose likes, she like flying, she likes dueling, she like the color red, she like to swim and to win, her favorite food is pancakes. Rose like a lot of things, and she knew she could list them all, right beside the list of first, the list where the date and time is listed beside the thing she did. First step, first word and first wand, with more.
But she couldn't tell Harry's likes.
She also had to find a way to tell Rose she has a younger brother she doesn't know about, a brother her parents abandoned in favor for her, a brother who doesn't know he has a sister.
If there was one thing Rose doesn't like, that is unfair things.
And it wasn't fair they abandoned her brother.
Not when as soon they deemed the environment stable enough, she had another child, a daughter that is five years old, she is named Hana, another flower name for her old family tradition. Hana can mean flower.
Even if the time were only four PM, Lily went to bed, crying herself to sleep, over her lost chance to be having a part of her sole son's childhood.
She couldn't even tell him she was his mother, she didn't have the courage to tell him, he still don't know his mother had talked to him, spoke to him and guided him.
She felt like she failed as a mother.