AN: Hello fanfic readers! How are all of you today. I just want to show you a story that has been being thought up in my mind.
Title: Harry Potter, the Last Sorcerer
Summary: What if Harry Potter, the BWL, discovered that he was something more powerful than a wizard: he was a Sorcerer? The last of his kind, only preceded by Merlin, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Voldemort. What if the Founders and Merlin has a greater destiny for him and Voldemort was infinitely more powerful than in canon?
Rating: M, there will be lemons later (they will be marked) and a harem for Harry (containing Susan Bones, the Patil twins, Hannah Abbot, Daphne Greengrass, etc.)
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Chapter One: Parental Intervential
Harry James Potter, the seven-year-old-Boy-Who-Lived, looked around in surprise. He had been running from Dursley moments earlier into an alley hoping against logic that he could escape, praying to any and every higher entity to free him from his burden so that he may flee to safety. Then he stepped out of a shadow, felt warmth in his body, and he was here.
'Here' refers to the roof of his school.
He was not stupid. How could he get from an alley about five minutes drive from this school to the school, within a millisecond? He looked around carefully. He went into his memories finding out how he had done what he had done.
One might be surprised, but he knew he was special. No, not a "freak" that his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia called him, followed by his pig-of-a-cousin Dudley. No! He knew he was magician of true power.
After all how can he wake up after a harsh beating with barely faded scars that would take months to heal completely without the proper care that he was getting. How was it that he would pass some places in the car with the Dursleys and see houses popping up randomly, some gruesome and others magnificent (like the one in Wiltshire when he was to be dropped off at his Aunt Marge's petty home). That was the only logical reason that he could come up with.
Some might scoff and wave of his belief in magic being true, to those Harry would gladly ask them for a proper, scientific explanation of how he might have traveled through space of about one to two miles [1.6 to 3.2 kilometers].
He might be a "little seven-year-old", but his abusive relations has caused him-no, forced-him grow up. And add that to his long hours in the library to get away from his cousin and his gang, you have a smart kid. He also had eidetic memory. Look at a book for some time and then recall it at pleasure, something he does during his imposed ten hours of isolation into his cupboard during school days. All of it added up to a super genius, one that could rival Einstein, and he technically did by possibly breaking his rules of spacetime and general relativity, etc.
Of course, super-fast healing or regeneration, making things disappear or become clean in an instant, and other things were not the only power he had. Now he had the power to teleport, and sometimes if he squinted he could see simmers of magic, domes of what Harry thought could be wards, and sometimes he could feel magic. All of it was caused by extreme emotions.
Harry frowned, if he could manage to replicate these emotions on command, theoretically he can command his magic, right? If he could do that, he can use some of his magic to scare the Dursleys (Harry logically reasoned out that they abused and neglected him because of his magical powers) and gain some freedom that he had been trying to get for a long time.
Let see: he had wished wholeheartedly to appear in a safe place, then a step or two later he was somewhere else; he had a sense of urgency; he was determined to go somewhere; and, he needed to go somewhere else.
So he soon found himself meditating with closed eyes on the roof, replaying the scene and getting himself wound up, then he step forward. Opening his eyes he found himself back at the alley seeing the retreating "Dudley Gang". Walking out out of the alley with a sigh of relief. He can control his powers. Closing his eyes again he walked forward, but with a different state of mind: that of being confident, giddy with the power still flowing through his veins, and determined to go to the one place his Uncle Vernon allowed: the Surrey Public Library-well, rather the alley behind the library, it wouldn't due to inform the mundane (the non-magicals) of the presence of magic now would it?
Stepping forward he saw that he had succeeded. He smiled. He would now stop at nothing to master his powers.
/==== Time Skip (Harry is ten years old.) ====\\
In no time at all, he had mastered his magic to the point of it being second nature to him. He could regenerate any wound on him, so long as he concentrated on it healing; he could teleport to anywhere without even closing his eyes, though he found that he could keep his food down better if he did close his eyes, as teleporting was distorting reality; he even could change his appearance at will; he could use telekinesis to levitate objects, summon them, or banish them away from him; and he could sometimes push out pure energy, which he sometimes did in the fireplace during winters when he was sure the Dursleys were not looking. He even got to the point that he could see magic without even squinting. He could even read minds and manipulate them after planting some suggestions into them, which is what he did to his Uncle, Aunt, Dudley and his Gang, so that they would leave him alone and to his own devices. All in all, he was proud of his achievements.
But he, thought felt triumphed, was depressed. Today was Halloween. He had, after some thinking and asking questions to his Aunt Petunia (when she was drunk, as he found her much more cooperative and even nice when there was some alcohol in her), discovered that today was the ninth-anniversary to his parents death. He knew that the story of them being drunks and dieing in a car crash was fabricated; if he was magical, then wouldn't his parents be magical-or at least his father?
Sighing, he looked around the room-his room. He had, after three months of planting suggestions of treating him more like family and to forget their fear of his magic and to give him a room and as much food as a kid like him needed. He had succeeded in the most part as he did receive a gift during his birthday and Boxing Day, and he had gotten slightly fatter, and look so much more healthier after eating a healthy diet and wearing clothes that fit him, even if the clothes were the plainest and the cheapest that one can buy.
Then he felt something. A pull in his stomach, like he had to go somewhere. He frowned, it was not painful or anything just odd. But the more he waited the more uncomfortable it got, and soon he saw a strand of magic flowing out of him to the door of his room.
Curiously, and deciding he should follow this "pull", he gathered his magic and summoned a small dagger in his right hand and followed it out the door (just in case). Looking around, he saw that it was leading him up to the attic, confused, he followed it.
Once in the attic, he followed the string of magic until he saw a beautiful, emerald trunk. It had HBP on the front and the back, a coats of arms with a thestral and a griffin facing an unknown cloak figure with the motto, The last enemy to be conquered is Death. It had seven flat disks on the front of the trunk. Sticking out of the slightly opened trunk was two metal rods (that were fancy, looked like several different types of ) and two letters in some stiff paper-parchment if the stationary shop nearby was correct (he had been in one of those nerd phases several times).
The letters were addressed to My Dearest Harry and Prongslet, which he assumed was him as there were no other magical person in this household and frankly he could not see Miss Frigg as "Prongslet".
He opened the letter that had My Dearest Harry on it, to see a fancy script.
Dear Harry;
I am so sorry that you have to read this letter as that means that we-you father and I-are dead. I have something very shocking to tell you. You are a wizard, is something that the wizarding world would tell you; however, I am telling you that you are a Sorceror. There is a difference. Wizards compared to Sorcerers is like comparing muggles (the non-magical people) to the most powerful of wizards (or the weakest of Sorcerers) Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the Chief Warlock of the Witenagemot and the defeater the Dark Lord Grindelwald. This might be a shock to you but I am serious. Has anything happened to you Harry that you cannot explain with muggle sciences. (Harry had to grin in self-satisfaction. He had mastered magic before this letter through his own logic and knowledge.)
Anyways, I have prepared this trunk for you because I know how your Uncle Vernon dislikes magic. In this trunk there are seven different compartments, each has a different purpose: (1) a "walk-in" closet, (2) a potions lab, (3) a library of books that you father and I have gathered, some are duplicates from the Potter Family Library (please read you fathers letter that will outline what you have to do to become Lord Potter-Peverell-Black), (4) dueling/warding room (you can practice your dueling strategies and runes), (5) a regular, expanding space for you to use this trunk as a trunk (but with near unlimited storage space as it will grow larger as you put things into the trunk), (6) a large, seven bedroom (1 master bedroom, and each bedroom has its own bathroom), basically its is a mansion inside of a trunk (you will understand once you see it!), and (7) is a prison for five people, it has magic suppressants, etc., that will ensure that no matter how powerful your prisoners are, they will have a hard time escaping.
This trunk has several anti-theft charms, a blood charm that ensures that only you can open this trunk, a charm that will cause this trunk to go to the family vault once it starts taking damage for security reasons, etc. Basically make sure that no one will touch your trunk without ill intent. There is also a time-slowing wards in the sixth compartment that will allow you to slow down time four about a month so that one month in the inside is two months outside. There is a two month cool down period. There is a manual inside if you want to read it.
I have a HUGE surprise waiting for you in the trunk; however please read you father's letter, complete all of his goals, and then come back and drop five drops of you blood on each of the metal pads on the front of this trunk so that the wards are keyed to you.
Please know that I love you with all of my heart and no matter what, both me and you father are very proud of you.
Love,
Your mom.