Chapter 1
Post-Battle...
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the time turner he had filched from the DoM on a whim. He felt the slight pang of grief that usually occurred with all thoughts he associated with Sirius, his dogfather, he smiled in remembrance of said dogfathers barking laugh. They had had such a short time together; each moment had been bittersweet.
Those days with Sirius had been so enlightening emotionally and intellectually. Sirius was the only one who had known his secret and the only one who ever would. He was the one who had seen past the mask Harry wore to suit the Wizarding World's image of him along with his "friends" and most of all, Dumbledore.
For years before Hogwarts, Harry had known there was something special about him; something that explained all the hatred the Dursleys had felt for him and used it to his advantage.
Harry had been an intelligent child even before he had began primary school. He had learned to read and write as well as count and perform basic maths at an early age. Ironically, he had his Aunt and Uncle to thank for that. They had required him to perform tasks such as cooking and from which he learned to read cookbooks and gardening books and magazines.
Though he wasn't allowed to watch the television, Harry had been able to find unused books and notebooks from the Dursley's junk in the closets while cleaning. He never threw them out but instead hid them in the floorboards. Herein began his "freakish" incidents.