Ah hello, my fellow fans of Harry Potter! This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction. The idea for this fic has been dancing around in my brain like a ballerina on a sugar rush. So I've decided to get it out of my head before it put holes in it. As of the time of writing, I have yet to decide a name for this fic, but hopefully it will be something creative.

Summary: Ah, yes. Summary. Telling the story in a pint size manner. Well, it's actually quite simple the idea is to make our favorite green-eyed wizard into a more interesting character, rather than a robot who follows orders from everybody and everything. Don't deny it, you know it, as much as I love the series and Harry himself, he is a bit of a boring character, too robotic. Danny Rad-boy did a good job, but that doesn't change the fact that he was boring!

Well, in this story, I tried to make him a bit more of a human with a backbone, so that he can actually stand up for himself. But don't worry I won't change him too much to make him a completely different character. He will be himself, just a bit different, and more realistic.

It starts from the Third Year. While I could very easily start from the start, I think he needs to change, and not just be an very-confident d-bag, like Snape thinks that he is, regardless of what he says otherwise. No, he will change just at the beginning of his Third Year. He needed time to adjust to the new world that was completely different from the one he was used to, I'd like to think that he would be a bit more used the Wizarding World after two years. And... well, I don't want to reveal too much in the summary. Sooo... yeah! That's about it! Oh there are a bit of OC's in this fic.

One last thing, I will be treating the story in a slight Anime-Style, not too much! Don't worry! I just think that it would be a really cool anime series. If you are not happy with this or are offended by this. If you are reading on a PC there is a X icon in red and white on the top right corner of your screen and for mobile users, I hope I don't have to tell you how to close the tab or app, right?

Disclaimer: If you know it, I don't own it. JKR does.

Rated T, for now, may change later. There are bad words (I'm a teenager, it is to be expected), suggestive themes, violence (duh). There might be a lemon, so I might change the rating later, as I've just said.

Let's do this!

Harry Potter was, to put it mildly, a tiny bit, absolutely furious. Not only does this fat bitch call his mother one, and said that she couldn't breed anything useful or normal, and his dad a drunk, but now she was continuously yapping about how his mother, god bless her soul, should've been put down. Yep, he was really, really furious.

But, what made him even more angry was the fact that his 'Aunt', was not even saying anything in protest. Weren't they sisters? No matter how much bad blood was there between them, no one would stand for their own family being insulted right in front of them, right? Everybody would defend their own flesh and blood?

Apparently, Petunia Dursley was not part of 'everyone'. Vernon, the whale dressed in the form of a human looked a bit uncomfortable, and so did Petunia, for that matter, but his smaller whale cousin, looked ready to laugh at what his aunt was saying.

Marge, or whatever the hell her name was, is the bigger whale's sister. And he could see the resemblance, same body shape, much like a whale, large, beefy, purple-faced. Hell, she even had a mustache, believe it or not. Their personalities matched too. They were those kind of people who didn't accept what didn't fit into his view of 'normal' and would bully anyone who accepted it, into his point of view.

He was just about ready to snap when she said something that was the final straw...

"..Bad blood will be Bad blood will out. Now, I'm saying nothing against your family, Petunia, but your sister was a bad egg. They turn up in the best families. Then she ran off with a wastrel and here's the result right in front of us." She said pointing to Harry. He was shaking in rage. How dare this bitch insult his mother?! What did she even know about her? About his dad?

The 'scene' in front of him begun as it normally did, the two whales entering into the house and thrusting her umbrella at him, as it seemed to be raining. Not that he would ever know, he was never let out of the house, fearing that he would do something 'freakish' if he went out.

Anyway, back to the whales. She said her usual snide comments about him still being there, which he ignored the best he could, and the dogs, well, one of them, 'Ripper' if he remembered the name, tried to bite him, as he was sure she trained the poor animal to. Made some comments about him being sent to a school to be beaten, and something about approving it. He couldn't bother to remember. Then he was forced to serve meals for them, and her dog. And then leaned back against the counter to listen to them.

Now, Harry couldn't be blamed for the fact that he was on an already short fuse. He was not really impressed by Dumbledore's decision of sending him back to this hellhole again. He tried to argue that they were abusive but the old man just waved him off telling him that he was exaggerating and that he should spend his summer there so that he could be protected by the blood wars.

Harry was not really happy about the fact that a couple days before he left for this hellhole, he saved Ginny Weasley from a supposedly secret chamber, with the said damel's overprotective older brother and Fraudhart (That was his name for his previous DADA 'Professor'), and slayed a giant fifty-something foot snake whose gaze could kill directly and petrify indirectly, and poisoned by it, saved by the Headmaster's familiar Fawkes, a majestic and beautiful phoenix, and killed a younger and slightly more (debatable) sane version of the man who killed his parents.

And he did all this with no help at all, all the while facing a pariah status amongst the school, who were foolish enough to believe that he was the one who was petrifying students and a ghost and a freaking cat.

'What a wonderous logic. Harry Potter is a parselmouth. Voldemort was parselmouth, and was evil. So, Harry Potter is also evil. Utter bollocks.' He thought.

He didn't really enjoy his Second Year as much as his First Year. No, not even close. But that is not what angered Harry the most, no what angered him the most and slightly scared him was the fact that Dumbledore did not even looked concerned enough about him. Instead of taking him for healing, to Madam Pomfrey, he and Ginny's parents drilled him for details. Granted, Dumbledore might have already known about the powers of Phoenix tears, but he doubted that the old man tested it before. A checkup wouldn't hurt now would it? Eventually he had to go to Pomfrey himself, who fussed over him and scolded him, and then praised him. Yeah, he didn't understand the Wizards and Witches either.

The First Year wasn't any better. Well, honestly he got into trouble rather than trouble finding him, but still he killed someone. He was sure that 11-year olds who kill a person should be sent to make sure there isn't some trauma from the experience, at least that was what he read.

And the nightmares. He shuddered. Oh, the nightmares.

So yeah, he was in a bad mood.

"...and what did his father do, Petunia?" She sneered at Harry, making her look uglier, if it was possible.

"He — didn't work," said Vernon, with half a glance at Harry. "Unemployed."

"As I expected!" said Marge, taking a huge swig of brandy and wiping her chin on her sleeve. "A no-account, good-for- nothing, lazy scrounger who —"

"He was not," said Harry darkly glaring at her. The table went very quiet. Harry was shaking all over. He had never felt so angry in his life. Right now, he was practically begging her, begging her to say more so that he could do something, something painful.

Marge sneered at the interruption and turned to the source. The emerald eyed boy was shaking in rage. Marge felt slightly hesitant, but asked in a snide tone, "What did you say, boy?"

His eyes suddenly met her beady ones, he said in the same calm, dark tone "He wasn't a drunk."

Just at that right moment the glass in her hand shattered violently, causing all four of the people sitting at the table to jump, Petunia screamed and the dog yelped and whimpered at the noise and Marge to wince as the glass dug into her palm.

She waved them off, chuckling nervously "Not to worry dear." She grunted wiping her face with her napkin, " Must have squeezed it too hard. Did the same thing at Colonel Fubster's the other day. No need to fuss, Petunia, I have a very firm grip." She said laughing fakely. Vernon and Petunia turned towards the raven haired boy who simply glared back at them.

Marge turned to Harry, "Oi, boy come here, clean this up." She ordered him. But Harry just stood there, glaring viciously at her, with his eyes glowing, she was surely just imagining that, wasn't she?

Vernon was slowly but surely turning 50 shades of red, as he glared over at his nephew a little fearfully. Oh how he hated that school. They have made him sharper and was no longers taking beatings from him. He would just pull out his 'freak stick', and point it under his jowl. Now, he was angry and a little frightened at what the 'freak' would do. He gulped nervously. "You, boy," he snarled, but his underlying fear betrayed his voice. "Go to bed, go on —"

"No, Vernon," hiccuped Marge, holding up a hand, her tiny bloodshot eyes fixed on Harry's killing curse emerald one's. "Go on, boy, go on. Proud of your parents, are you? ey go and get themselves killed in a car crash (drunk, I expect) —"

"Say anymore, bitch. I dare you." She heard, and snapped her head towards him. His eyes were glowing in an eerie way and he looked like he was going to attack her. But more importantly...

"What did you just call me, brat?!" She snapped, standing up. How dare he? How dare this-

"I called you a bitch. Or is your fat getting in the way of your hearing? I wouldn't be surprised..." Harry said smoothly, in the same dark voice. But underneath that calm exterior was a hurricane, tsunami and an earthquake all merged into one. Right now, he didn't care. He knew that he could get expelled if he used any spells, but right now he was too tired to care. He would not let her her away with insulting his parents. It was bad he enough he never got to know them.

He turned to his 'aunt', furious with her for not saying a word throughout the discussion, "Are you just going to let her call your sister that?! Huh?! Do you hate your own sister that much, to allow this whale to insult her?!" He screamed at her. His anger worsened when she just flinched violently and looked away.

Marge looked shocked at someone would call her that, and shout at Petunia, she got furious and turned back to Vernon and his wife, "You see brother! This is what I was talking about! I told you to get rid of this spawn a long time ago, but you didn't listen! Now look" She pointed at the boy, who was removing the tuck from his shirt and rolling up his sleeves, "Look at him, he is turning on us after everything we had done for him!" She screamed.

If Harry Potter wasn't so angry he would have scoffed. 'Done for me? More like kept me alive and only alive, not well.'

But she wasn't done,"Those ingrates died in a car crash, and left their spawn to be a burden on their decent, hardworking relatives!" screamed Aunt Marge, swelling with fury. "You are an insolent, ungrateful little —"

Harry has had enough of her. He knew that something was going to happen to her. He was going to enjoy it.

Though it was what she deserved. Harry observed as she looked at her finger and twitched a little before inflating. Harry blinked, he wanted her get blasted or something, a small cruel part of him, felt like she should feel pain. That part of him wanted to break one of her bones or something like that. Harry shoved it down with the force of a fully grown troll. But what the hell was this?

Her great red face started to expand, her tiny eyes bulged, and her mouth stretched too tightly for speech — next second, several buttons had just burst from her tweed jacket and pinged off the walls — she was inflating like a monstrous balloon, her stomach bursting free of her tweed waistband, each of her fingers blowing up to become thrice the size, Harry for a moment thought that the whale that was trapped inside of her was bursting open, but unfortunately for the whale she only inflated until becoming a giant human (whale) balloon and began to float.

"MARGE!" yelled Vernon and Petunia together as Marge's whole body began to rise off her chair toward the ceiling. She was entirely round, now, like a vast life buoy with piggy eyes, and her hands and feet stuck out weirdly as she drifted up into the air, making apoplectic popping noises.

"NOOOOOOO!" Uncle Vernon seized one of Marge's feet and tried to pull her down again, but was almost lifted from the floor himself. Which would have been quite a spectacle to see. A floating whale lifting another whale off of his feet.

A second later, Ripper leapt forward and sank his teeth into Uncle Vernon's leg. Harry at that moment pulled out his wand and ran into his room/cupboard. The door burst open, Harry was too angry to give a damn. He went inside, he didn't care that he had just performed accidental magic, possibly his strongest and she might never return again. But right now he didn't care. He was sure that those muggles had some way to get her down.

He grabbed his books and birthday present he received from his friends, and Hedwig's cage. Vernon like previous times had not let Hedwig get inside the house so Harry had let her out to roam freely. He turned around and stormed out of his 'room'. He didn't care what Dumbledore wanted anymore. That old man could go to hell for all he cared. He was tired of people telling him what to do. He was going to do what he wanted, from now and the first step was to get out of this craphole.

He got out of the cupboard, just as Vernon came into his line of sight, face white and full of fear, yet he still glared at Harry, who gave a murderous glare right back, and his Uncle nearly flinched, but kept his glare and yelled, "PUT HER RIGHT! GET HER RIGHT! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO GET HER BACK!" Spraying the raven-haired boy with spit. Harry never even flinched as he simply glared at him with eyes full of hate.

"She got what she deserved, you whale! Now back off! Or you'll suffer the same!" Harry yelled at him.

Vernon had enough of the boy's attitude, he had his freak stick in his hand but if he got if quick enough he could startle him. And so he pulled his fist back and took a swing at him, but the boy had done something that he never expected. He leaned down and jerked back his legs and kicked him right where the sun doesn't shine. His beady eyes bulged as spit flew out of his mouth and thankfully landed on the ground.

Harry's instinct as a Quidditch player had kicked in as soon as he had seen Vernon pull his fist back, he had probably thought he could surprise him, but he leaned down and gave a ball shattering kick to the man's... you-know-where'.

Harry's breath was coming out in the form of hisses. He had not performed any magic from his wand, so he was sure he wouldn't be traced, and questioned. He had done enough of his own reading about wands to know that they had a tracking charm on them to notify them whenever there was magic used in a muggle community.

Harry looked at his uncle, took several deep breaths as his uncle fell to the ground, feeling a lot of pain from the kick. Harry didn't say anything, feeling his heart beating heavily. He passed over him and opened the door and left without glancing back. Unknown to him, his eyes stopped glowing once he let the kick fly.

He had no idea how long he had been walking. His arms felt sore because of dragging his trunk. He had quite possibly walked a few streets away from his prison. He panted both from the effort of dragging his trunk and his incident with Marge.

Harry took a deep breath and gulped, and then shivered as the cool air hit him. His (Dudley's) jacket seeming a bit too thin for the cool air of the street. Wherever this street was. It was dark, pitch black. He was tired with the magic he had just done and the experience. Harry had never felt so angry before in his life. But it still didn't describe the feeling he felt back then. Sure, he hated them, he had hated them as soon as he could understand the feeling of hate, but never in his life had he ever actively felt the need to hurt someone. Not even Vernon.

No, Harry gulped. He didn't want to just want to hurt them. He wanted them to feel pain. He wanted them to bleed for insulting his parents. He had never felt the desire to hurt anyone. Why now? Why did he want to hurt them? What more would he have done, if he had completely given in to the feeling? That was a thought he didn't want to have. The very thought of what he could have done terrified him.

But right then, panic spread through Harry. What would he do now? He was practically stranded in the middle of a dark muggle street with little money, which was not muggle money and a lot of spell books and a bird cage. What would he say if the police found him? He can't throw away his books, and he sure as hell could not go back to his relatives house either. Not that he'd want to. He would rather be in jail for breaking curfew.

How the hell was he ever going to get to Hogwarts now? Let alone somewhere he could live at least until the beginning of school.

He shivered as a cool wind blew through the street and the street lights flickered and went out, like a scene from a horror movie. Harry sighed. Just great.

'Everything really seems to going in my favor today.' He thought sarcastically.

A sudden creaking of metal drew his attention from the darkness of the street to the children's playground behind him. He turned around, noticing the swings... swinging by themselves. He tilted his head to the side. Did he just wander to a haunted street or something.

But really, ghosts weren't something that bothered him. Nah, they were just plain boring.

A sudden metallic bang startled him, he turned noticing that the seesaw was now in the other direction. How did one gust of wind create enough force to move a freaking seesaw. Granted, it didn't take much force, but there wasn't really much wind here.

He then heard a rustling in the bushes right in front of him. Harry snapped his head towards it, and slowly got up, pulled out his wand and pointed it at the bushes. It was dark but Harry could cast a Lumos to make a little light. It could be nothing, but he would rather be careful than hurt.

Harry squinted to make out any sort of shape from the bushes. Slightly, but very distinctly he could make out, two large pale silver-blue eyes looking at him. Staring at him, but Harry felt like they were staring right through him. Much like what he heard his eyes seemed to do, from one of the girls in Hogwarts before. Not that he would ever know.

But for some reason, Harry didn't feel any fear. No, he felt safe, as if those eyes were watching him to protect him. Well, as safe as a thirteen year old wizard could feel in a dark Muggle street, alone, without any money.

Under the moonlight, Harry tried to make out what exactly or who exactly those eyes might belong to. He moved a bit forward, he didn't want to risk doing any magic with his wand, if he could help it. Not if he could see what exactly the shape was under the moon.

He didn't want to invite whatever it was, to him. It could be dangerous, regardless of the feelings he was getting. He took a deep breath,

"Okay, whoever... or whatever you are, come out where I can see you!" He said, his Gryffindor courage fully out on display. Though he wasn't really feeling that brave. Not because of whatever it was, he had fought and killed a basilisk, with Fawkes' help sure but he still did it! He wasn't afraid of whatever came out of the bushes. No, he was more afraid of using more magic.

Harry didn't take his eyes off of the pale silver-blue of whatever the figure was. It slowly seemed to take steps towards him, cautiously. Harry didn't tense, he could fight it off if it was hostile. He simply narrowed his eyes. The thing didn't flinch, meaning that whatever it was, it was not afraid of him. Okay, he had heard, again, that he could plenty scary if his eyes were narrowed. He had no idea, how a kid, who was smaller than all of the others could be scary just by narrowing his eyes. Hell, he couldn't think of anything that could make him scary. Except maybe his glare.

Harry noted that the figure was a quadruped, and had a distinct tail. So it was probably a canine. Probably a dog, but what dog, or any canine for that matter had eyes like that. But still Harry waited until the figure was completely out in the light, before he could decide what it was.

It was a canine, a dog to be exact. A large black dog. Larger than any other dog Harry had seen before. It stepped out of the bushes, cautiously. The dog looked slightly tired, maybe. Not that he would know, he was not an experts on dogs, only owls. Harry decided that the dog was not a threat, hopefully. He put his wand down.

He reached out with his hand, "Hey there, boy. Come here." He called out to him, or he assumed it was.

The dog looked startled at the call. It's eyes seem to widen, all in all it looked like a very intelligent dog. He cautiously walked forward towards the green-eyed wizard, who was holding out his hand towards it. The man in the form of the dog, took this as a blessing in disguise and began to walk faster towards him, once he decided that the boy wasn't going to attack him. By god, he has grown. He barked and ran towards the boy and licked his hand.

Harry looked startled at this. He hadn't expected the dog to come running at him, but didn't mind. He laughed at the slight ticklish feeling of the dog licking his hand. He patted the dog on his head and rubbed it.

"What are you doing here alone, boy? Wait..." The dog seemed to understand and stopped licking. Harry turned to it,

"You are a boy right?" Once again the dog seemed to understand, as he barked.

Harry chuckled, "Okay, just checking. Didn't want to call you a boy if you were a girl." He said, rubbing the dog's head.

"Maybe you can come with me?" He wondered, the dog seemed to like that, but he suddenly deflated and sighed, "But I have nowhere to go." The dog perked up and growled. What did he mean nowhere to go?

Sirius Black really didn't know what to do right now. He really didn't. He loved the fact that he saw his Godson for the first time in forever, the boy seemed to have grown. He also liked the fact that Harry liked his Animagus form, and seemed to want to take him with him. But what had the boy meant when said nowhere to go? Surely Mooney...

"And they don't really allow two pets at Hogwarts..." Harry said, and sighed again.

Sirius tried to figure out who could the boy be living with. He could not be living with Alice, his godmother and her husband, Frank. He had enough sense at that time to hear that his dear cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange had been sent to Azkaban for torturing them with the Cruciatus curse... He had never wanted to kill any of his family, but at that moment he really wanted to kill his crazy cousin.

But back to the matter, he knew that Mooney would never send Harry away, so it was confirmed that he wasn't living with Mooney, but that didn't leave any other options that he or James and Lily would want to send Harry to...

While, the man in the form of a huge black dog was lost in his own thought sitting next to him, Harry did his own thinking. His brilliant, yet unused mind thought about what he could do right now, without attracting the Ministry's attention. The dog would not be able to help...

Suddenly, he perked up. That's right, the Ministry could find him. He just had to cast a spell they could find him and get him somewhere. He would just have to make sure that no one would see him cast a spell and for once his fame might come in use. He hoped that he could persuade them to let him get off with a slap on the wrist. It was probably just dull hope but it was all he could hope for.

"Okay, this is very stupid, and goes against everything I've been doing so far not to get noticed by the Ministry but, it's my last option." Harry babbled to himself, trying to reassure himself that this idea was good. It wasn't. But it was the only thing he could do right now. The dog seemed to be looking at him with an expression of interest and... pride? What? And when was he an expert in reading a dog's emotion? Harry shook his head.

"Alright... let's do this." Harry took a deep breath, stood up and pulled out his wand. Sirius realized what his godson was about to do. If he used magic here, Ministry would come here and catch him!

Sirius tackled his leg, causing Harry to yelp and fall on his arse. But his wand still did something as, a 'swoosh' sound came out of it. Before Sirius could remember what happens a loud horn sounded and Harry turned just in time to notice a large triple decker bus rushing towards him. He panicked and scrambled out of the way right before it would crash into him. Sirius recognized it as the Knight Bus, and quickly ran away, Harry noticed this.

"Wait, it's okay! Come back!" Harry yelled at him, but Sirius didn't stop. Even though no one would recognize him, he could not stay for long, he still had a rat to find...

Harry wondered why the dog would run away like that. While he was annoyed that he just got knocked over, and a bus appeared out of nowhere, he wasn't really angry at the dog. He noticed that the bus had pulled over. A thin man, older than he was with a few pimples on his face, and large protruding ears, emerged from it, and pulled a paper out of his pocket.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus. Emergency Transport for the stranded Witch or Wizard. And we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be the conductor for this evening." He put the paper back in his pocket and looked around, before taking note of the wizard on the ground.

"What were you doin' down there?" said Stan, dropping his professional manner.

"Got knocked over." said Harry.

"Who knocked you over?" sniggered Stan. Harry simply gave him a flat look.

"You and your bus, Mr. Slowpike." Harry said to him, annoyed. One of his jeans had been torn at the knees, but he wanted to find the dog and figure out where he went to. He felt a sense of familiarity with the dog, he couldn't explain it.

Stan didn't look happy that his name was made fun of, and was about to retort when he noticed that the wizard had moved and was looking around the bus for something. The wizard looked a little haggard, but was otherwise fine. The raven haired boy was looking over in the bushes, and Stan decided to ask.

"'Choo lookin' at?" He asked the wizard.

Harry looked at him, before looking at the bushes and frowned. Why did he run away? And why the hell would a dog seem familiar? He turned back to Stan, who was still waiting for an answer and didn't look pleased to made to wait, and looked down.

"Nothing." he shook his head, frown not leaving.

Stan raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. It was none of his business, "Well, come on then. Let's not wait for the grass to grow." he said impatiently, taking Harry's trunk into the bus, without any effort. Or so it seemed.

Harry started at the spot for a few more moments before climbing onto the bus.

Okay. There it ends. I know it isn't a lot different from the canon but the next ones will be a little different. I promise.

The pairing? I have on idea. I will leave that to vote. Here are some ideas.

Hermione Granger

Daphne Greengrass

Susan Bones

Fleur Delacour

Luna Lovegood

Nymphadora Tonks

OC (fem)

Okay, you vote that's it from my part. Peace out.