AN: In this story it was one of Vernon Dursley's coworkers that insulted his parents before third year and he simply stunned them. PM me if you have any questions.
Book
Fate's Hero: Dawn of Power
Chapter one
-Harry-
Harry lay in his bed at number four privet drive thinking about his past year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had started growing farther away from Ron and closer to Hermione as he took Runes and Arithmancy instead of the 'easy' courses of Divination and Care of Magical Creatures like Ron had. He had spent more of his time studying instead of playing chess and had spent more time arguing with Ron because of it. Right now he was reading a book on Magical Artifacts that he had bought from the bookstore in Hogsemede, the weird thing was that the bookshelf it was on was rotted, covered with cobwebs, and almost falling apart but the idea of Magical Artifacts seemed interesting so he bought it.
Turning to the first page he read:
A Magical Artifact is defined as a magical item of great importance to magic. It can be something someone has spent their life making to grant someone a power. It can be a power that person had and in death that power was transferred to anything the person had on them at the time. It could be something that absorbed a great deal of ambient energy that took a new form. An artifact itself can be anything from a watch to a piece of clothing or item in their pocket at the time of a person's death. It could be something as complex as a bug the magic will keep the bug alive until it is found. Magical artifacts can be found and not known to the person as they only can be activated by the person worthy of the gift.
He didn't get any farther as his Uncle choose that moment to open his door, "Boy," he snapped, "There's a crow in the kitchen. Get rid of it!" before leaving back to the living room. Sighing he placed a marker in his book and went down to the kitchen where he saw that there was indeed a crow flapping around. When it got close enough he used the carefully honed reflexes he had acquired from three years of being a seeker to grab it by its leg where it went limp before he threw it out the back door not noticing how it had stopped moving or even breathing since he touched it.
"Okay Uncle the crow is outside. Is there anything else?" he asked trying to not sound irritated.
"Go back to you room and stop bothering me!" his Uncle yelled and he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as he went back to his room only to hear his uncle lock the door behind him.
Picking up his book he went back to reading it. After the first chapter that discussed different theories, both proven and unproven, about how magical artifacts were made there was a chapter on known artifacts and who found them. The last entry however was one that said:
Artifact: Crow of the Morrigan
Powers contained: 1. Ability to shrink to being only an inch tall. 2. Grow black crows wings out of their backs.
History: The Crow of the Morrigan was a crow that feasted on two Celtic Wizards that had been executed for crimes against the crown three thousand years ago and had been left in cages to be eaten by crows. The first crow to feast absorbed their powers which have kept it alive for the past three thousand years.
Power Gained by: Harry James Potter
Date Acquired: June 22, 1994
Upon reading this Harry did what any sane person would do when reading that they had absorbed three thousand year old magic from a semi-immortal crow,… he fainted dead out.
When he woke up it was eleven o'clock at night and he saw that his uncle hadn't brought him any food to eat and the door was still locked. But remembering what he had read in the book he decided to try it out, if it worked great if not then oh well. Focusing hard he tried to will his body to shrink and after a moment he felt himself changing in size and his clothes suddenly feeling too big for him, or more so than normal, before he found himself buried in fabric. After a few minutes he managed to escape the crushing pile of cloth only to look down and found himself stark naked making a small yelp escape his mouth before he chuckled, "The book said I would shrink not my clothes." he reminded himself before he focused on his wings and made them grow out like he had shrunk himself before he flew out the cat flap and into the kitchen to steal some food and fly back.
This pattern continued for the next week as Harry continued to work on his different summer homework assignments until one day his Uncle came into the room, "Boy," he snapped, "Aunt Marge is coming tomorrow and you are going to be on your best behavior. Got it?" he snarled the last part almost daring him to retort as he had been frustrated by being unable to get a rise out of Harry all summer.
"Yes Uncle." he replied doing his utmost to keep all emotion out of his voice making said relative growl before storming off.
The next night he found himself serving his relatives as they continued to drink more and more, even Dudley managed to sneak some brandy, their tongues got looser and looser. "Don't worry yourself about how this one turned out Vernon," Aunt Marge said after her third glass "it's all to do with blood. Bad blood will out, it's the same way with dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch then there's something wrong with the pup.".
At these words Harry snapped, "Don't you talk about my mother that way you fat bastard. If there are any examples of bad blood here it's you four, the baby killer whale, horse-faced bint, and the twin mustached walruses. My parents were martyrs, they died sacrificing themselves to protect me against a terrorist while all you four can do is gripe, bitch, and moan about people who will be worth more than you'll ever be.".
By the time he finished his rant the four Dursleys were shocked into silence and he thought he saw Marge swelling with rage before he realized that she actually was swelling… and swelling… and swelling until she resembled a giant, albeit ugly, balloon. Suddenly a bracelet she was wearing burst apart from the pressure and one of the diamonds on it struck him in the forehead before bouncing off. Quickly moving he went up to his room to pack up his possessions. When he got to his room however he found his magical artifact book opened up to the page where his power was listed only now there was a second entry next to it which read:
Artifact: Houdini's Diamond
Powers Contained: Ability to open portals from one location to another regardless of wards
History: Harry Houdini was never satisfied with his life as a simple performance magician so he used his ability to create portals which he used in his shows to break into muggle banks and vaults all over the world to gain more and more wealth. At the time of his death he was examining this diamond which absorbed his power.
Power acquired by: Harry James Potter
Date Acquired: June 30, 1994
When he read this he smirked before he threw the rest of his possessions in his trunk before he focused on creating a portal and opened one in an abandoned warehouse he knew to be close to the Leaky Cauldron.
After walking down to the magical inn he entered and walked up to Tom, "Hey Tom got any rooms available?".
"Of course Mr. Potter." the toothless bartender said with a smile handing him a room key.
After setting his possessions up in his room he walked down to go into Diagon Alley to get some shopping done. When he went to open the archway however he sneezed just before he could finish so instead of hitting the right brick he hit the one to the right but his hand sunk into it before he quickly pulled it back out in surprise. Looking at his hand as he held it out somewhat wondering what would happen now it started glowing emerald green, the same color as his eyes he idly noted, before it was released in a focused blast turning a nearby barrel to ash. Seeing this made him gulp, "Oh boy. Note to self, never point hand at face.".
After, correctly, opening the archway he decided to get some owl treats for Hedwig and get her a better cage as well as get some wand care items. Walking into Eyelops Owl Emporium he started perusing the shelves when he noticed a silver whistle which said 'owl summoning whistle' which he picked up and examine before he chuckled and put it back. Suddenly he heard a voice saying "Somebody fill up my damn water dish already!" making his head snap around but he only saw a rather irritable looking owl. When he raised his eyebrow in confusion he heard the voice again saying "What are you looking at weirdo?" he heard the voice demand as the owl moved its beak.
Walking up he pointed his finger at the bird and asked somewhat shakily, "Was that you?".
"Holy shit you can understand me!" the bird exclaimed in surprise before it got a calculating look, "Then tell that idiot at the counter to fill up my water dish!".
"Who are you talking too sir?" the employee at the counter asked him worriedly probably thinking he was crazy.
"I just found out that I can apparently speak to birds and this foul mouthed feather duster wants you to refill his water dish." he told the acquiesced clerk.
"I heard that!" he heard the bird snap behind him making him chuckle.
"Hey if I purchase an owl cage now can I pick it up later after I finish my other errands?" he asked the clerk as he gave the now appeased owl his water.
"Sure," the man shrugged, "you pick it up now and I'll hold it until you get back.".
Thanking the man he walked over to Olivanders and upon entering he saw a woman waving two pieces of a broken wand and a core about saying "Please Mr. Ollivander the core is intact so all you need to do is remake the shaft.".
"I'm sorry my dear but I have never used either that type of wood nor the core so I would be unable to help you." the old wand-maker said apologetically making the woman droop in disappointment and one of the wood pieces dropped out of her hand making the shaft roll along the ground before stopping at his feet. When he picked it up to hand to the woman he found his vision suddenly going blurry before she took the shaft and walked out. Taking off his glasses to wipe them he found his vision perfectly clear, he put the glasses on and off again a few more times but only confirmed what he thought, his sight had been corrected. "What can I do for you Mr. Potter?" the wand-maker asked after a moment.
"I was wondering if you had anything I could use to carry around my wand." he said smiling before he looked around the shop and noticed something off about a beam in the corner and suddenly his vision zoomed in and he saw seams. "Hey is that a compartment hidden in the beam?" he asked pointing.
"What are you talking about Mr. Potter?" he asked sounding genuinely confused before Harry walked up the spot and rubbed his hand along it making it glow and open up revealing a black box.
"That compartment," he replied making the old man roll his eyes in amusement.
"Well go on open it." Ollivander said excitedly, clearly wondering what was in the box. Slowly Harry opened the lid and saw two silvery-grey bracers but upon seeing them Ollivander gasped in awe. "The bracers of Thanatos." he said reverently as he ran his hands along them before handing them to Harry to hold. As soon as he touched them however he felt them heating up and molding and searing to his wrists. After the burning stopped Ollivander helped him up again before looking at him seriously, "Those bracers are ancient and powerful artifacts Mr. Potter, use them well." before he handed him a black leather wand holster from under the counter and the box the bracers were in, "That will be five galleons please.".
Harry quickly paid him before he picked up his cage and went back to his room at the Cauldron.
AN: Next story on the updating cycle is "The Maker