Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, while I just own my own thoughts.
My first fanfic so enjoy. Any comments with good ideas to the fanfic are welcomed. If you see any misspelled word or if some sentence is too confusing just tell me.
No slash. I don't like the options that Dumbledore made, but I won't put him as a second Dark Lord as some other fics. This fic will talk about a Harry that receive the Hogwarts letter with a early knowledge about the magic world. So he will be different when he enters Hogwarts (yes, he will probably ends in Hogwarts). So enjoy it.
10/13/14 - a little rewrite to improve this chapter. Enjoy it.
Chapter 1:
Once more a small and thin kid with raven hair and bright green eyes runned across the house after a sharp yell from his aunt. The house was nice looking and the garden very well cared. But, while it was a house, the kid couldn't honestly say that this nice looking house was his home. He never knew for sure but as long as he could remember the other residents from this house hated him and showed it by making his life miserable as much as they could. And the other reason that he couldn't say that this house was his home was the impersonality of everything of this house. Everything looked so clean and tidy that it was almost one of the pictures of magazines that his aunt liked to read. He didn't knew what a real home would feel like, but he was sure that the books he read showed a different picture.
Once more a scream was heard through the house -"Freak!" - making him stop to think and run a bit faster. In the kitchen there was a thin and long woman with clothes - that talked more about brands than good taste - started to say a list of chores to the him, who listened everything with a mix of boredom of someone that already heard that same speech many times before - which he had - , and a little fear of the beatings of his uncle that leave him in his cardbox without moving because of the pain. In the nights that he really prayed to some god asking why, why he was doomed to this personal hell?
But, while that 8 years old kid was making breakfast to the huge loud man and his equally big whining son, something changed, as a flight of a butterfly that could create a tornado across the Earth, something small but that would recreate the whole life of that kid. A single flier that felt in front of a pair of siblings changed everything. And so Lucky and Fate once more mixed and rearranged the events of life.
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"Are you certain that you want to go to a non-magical school in the middle of England?" - asked one more time a young and beautiful woman that looked like someone in their twenties, with long black hair curled in the end and with a hourglass body that would attract the attentions of anyone who talked to her, if not for her most distinguish feature: her violet eyes. Eyes that if anyone looked with more attention would show a knowledge and an age that shouldn't be in a twenty years old woman.
"Exactly! Something unexpected is good for the health, those politicals games that you like to play are boring and tedious if you play them all the time. To be happy with what you already have is okay, but to stop the search of something better is stagnation..." - the young kid, that most would assume that couldn't have more than 9 or 10 years, with a short blonde hair and blue eyes - eyes that like the ones of his sister were too old for someone so young -, was interrupted by her.
"Enough! Listening to your crazy theories about life this soon in the day will give me a headache. If you are so sure, good.I will talk with the director of the school this afternoon and solve this for you," then staring her young brother she said with a serious voice - "But it's better that I don't hear anything about this. No weird events, no headline in the papers, no one in the hospital, nothing ok? If you want to show off a little, it's your life, but if you cross the limits I'll personally come here to hurt you and put you in our house for some years till you learn the lesson. Do we have a deal Arthur?"
"Ouch, Leena. Where is your trust in your smart and well-mannered little brother?" He asked with shiny puppy eyes to his sister.
Suddenly getting a dread feeling she sighed "That was my fear... I really hope that you at least try to look like a normal kid."
"Normal is overrated ..." seeing his sister closing her eyes and muttering methods to correct him - with violence - he quickly added - "But don't worry I won't cause problems... probably..."
"I hope so," she said as she started to walk again, meanwhile internally trying to think about safe measures to lessen the probables problems that her brother would cause, although knowing very well from early experiences that he have a talent for problems that even with safe measures he wouldn't be safe alone. Cursing her father once more for instigating her brother to have such a careless way of carrying life. Even when she and their youngest brother tried together to change him, his personally never wavered.
Meanwhile Arthur grinned, knowing that his sister was already afraid of what he would come up with. In all honesty, not even he knew why he did what he did half of the time. He just wanted some fun and decided to enter in any school just to have something interesting to do. Getting a random flier from the ground when he was traveling with his sister to England to set some annoying political thing for her. He believed that if life gives you cards, you just need to play with them in the best way possible.
"But nobody talked about playing fair," he muttered while grinning even more, making Leena once more curse their father's name..
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Happy to be in school, Harry once more sat in his chair in the corner of the room. In the classroom he didn't have to do chores or to listen to the pitch screams of Petunia or the loud yells of his whale uncle. And the best thing was that Dudley couldn't do any of his games because of the teachers. Between the classroom and the library the school was his oasis. If you didn't count the times that his cousin and his gang got him outside of the school of course. But nothing could be perfect as he know too well.
He was reading the math book when the teacher arrived. Before the lesson Professor Whitlin presented to the class a new student from Germany, Arthur Argentlam. As he didn't look like one that would enter to the Dudley gang, Harry didn't gave him more attention for the rest of the class.
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Bored. The best word to describe me after a week in this school. As I was a fast learn guy ,and after years of watching the political moves that my sister made, to learn and climb a simple school social ladder was easy. Although, I end up stucked in a nice guy mask, it was not the way I would usually integrate myself in a school, but if after only a week of school I got in trouble, my sister would certainly kill me.
So, here I was listening the non-stop blabbering of a blonde girl. The popular girl of this class - I think her name was Jessica? - , so I couldn't dispense her in any easy way. Pretending to listen to her annoying talk, I absent mind looked the students of this class. The popular girls , checked. The sport guys, checked. The nerd ones, checked. The weird ones, well... as weird as a kid from a small city buying in almost the same stores of the others could get.
While gazing around I saw in the corner of the class a green eyes kid, the pariah of the class. As in almost any school that I went the story was the same: some weak mind bullies decided to target a weak person and the other students didn't do anything by fear of being targets too. I didn't know which part was the saddest.
While thinking about the general problems I started to think about my present problem. What to do? I subscribed to this school but I doubt that it will keep my attention for more than a year, 2 years if I have something to do, but it would be 3 years till I could enter in any European magical school, probably Durmstrang as my cousins. And the other option would be to stay following my sister without being taking serious by anybody because of my age. It would be even more tedious than this school. I will probably end up stucked in this school for 3 years if I don't find something else to do.
It took me two months to get me used to the boredom of this school. No magic, no fight and nothing good to do. I'm already fearing the thought of being a whole year without magic. And to top my day the middle age math teacher was in a foul mood and making it clear by asking hard questions to the students and then berating then when they couldn't answer it. As I'm a top student I know that I won't have problems but the tense mood of the class was worsening my already bad mood.
Suddenly after a particular harsh speech against the green eyes students - Henry?Harrison? ... Harry, that is it - the teacher had blue hair. At first I was stunned because I didn't do that so I started to search for a magical aura to find the culprit. Although I already had a good idea of how it was. They first became true when I checked, confirming my suspicions that Harry was the one with a magical core. I was already thinking about reverting the teacher's hair to the original colour and erase the memory of the other students, because I knew that if my sister heard about that she would assume that it was me trying to put the blame on someone else. She has zero faith on me, and would come here faster than somebody could say "fireball".
But before I do anything the noise of Apparation was heard and I saw four men with blue robes arriving. They first throwed a Stupefy on Harry. And then one of them reverted the teacher hair back to normal, while the other three just throwed Obliviate in everybody in the class. I confess that I would be much more intimidated if not for the outdated robes that the english wizards wore. When one of them target me I just dispelled the spell before it hit me so I didn't lose my memories. And so as suddenly they came they disappeared with the very characteristic sound of Disapparation. Harry woke up, while the other students stayed unconscious, with unfocus eyes for some seconds before snapping to reality and the teacher restarted the questions.
As they don't catch me I could now look to Harry and grinned. "Now I have something interesting to do in here," I though. I just needed to first discover how much of the magical world he knows.
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Today was suddenly entering to my personal top 10 worst days ever. And if you count that I lived my whole life with the Dursley you would know that a day would need to be really bad to enter in this list. Today was one of those days that you really regretted leaving your bed.
In the morning I woke up late and did the breakfast later than usual and my cousin kept throwing balls of paper on me till one time it hitted the fire which made me drop the pan that had Dursley's breakfast. After a great amount of yells of my uncle, which made him reach almost all the colours of the rainbow, I ended up without any food and late to school. So I was late, and to the worst teacher. My math teacher gave me detention, in which I had to do huge amounts of problems, some of them which I think were more advanced than the ones of the class, I left school late, and leaving the school late is equal to an empty school. Dudley and his gang took this chance to corner me alone and beat me.
And here I was after this terrible day leaning against the wall trying to stand up to go back home when the new student arrived and stared me. His eyes showed a mix of curiosity and pity. He stayed a little while staring me and then started to grin. I got really scared about this because when anyone grinned at me, I usually end up with problems.
"Why did you turn the colour of the hair of our teacher blue?" he asked with a calm voice. I just gaze at him for a while thinking that he was making a joke, but when he didn't say anything I asked "What are you talking about?"
"You know that you are a magician, no?" he asked still very calm but with a little grin. "So my doubt is, why blue?" I was so astonished that the only thing that I said was "You know that magic doesn't exist, right? And which blue hair are you talking about?"
"Hmm... so you are not from a magic family I deduce," he said with a contemplative face, but then he gaze me again and said "But you should remember about the blue hair of the math teacher, I didn't see any Obliviate hitting you."
I remembered about a blue hair, but I was daydreaming and maybe dozed off a little bit, how he knew about that dream? "I don't know how do you know about it, but that was just my imagination. Nobody should know about it." I said already getting a little nervous of how he knew about it.
"That was not a dream. All magical creature have a magical core, wizards like us have very small magical cores when we born, and they just grow through time till we reach they stabilize, but keep growing till we reach seventeen to eighteen, thats when we'll have the maximum strengh of our magical cores. You can obvious grow your core by training and use, but as students that have a better IQ usually learn faster, wizards with bigger cores usually are stronger than a normal one." he said all that with a thoughtful face while I just stared at him with disbelief, but he continued talking "Usually between seven and eleven while the magical core is big enough to do some magic but not enough to be totally stable you do some random magics that are basically the magic you save for a long time and just appear with some kind of strong emotion. Of course you can do some magic before, but you would need to tune your core to a certain stable pattern and you couldn't use completely your magic because some of it would be locked to prevent random magic."
Suddenly he stopped and looked at me with guilty eyes. "But this is a bit too much of magic theory to you, isn't it? Well, let's make it simple. You are a wizard, you will probably receive a letter when you reach eleven. Probably Hogwarts as you are from England. But till you reach eleven some random magic will happen, if they didn't occur already, and you have to deal with it. Some question?"
And then I said the only thing that I could, "What?"
