New version of Chapter one! Hope you guys like!

Summary: Harry Potter has had a very different life to the one in the canonverse. This Harry learns how to cope with pain and deals with it all Himself. Harry runs away from the Dursleys and Attends a different school where he learnt all he knows. Just to come back to Britain in time for the tri-wizard tournament. Darkish! Harry! Light! Bashing! Independent! Harry! AU, very much so!

The mind is fragile. Once broken there is no going back. Once you lose all sense of right or wrong, you are doomed. Once you feel all of the weight of the tension building, you snap.

Harry Potter was no older than three when his relatives started beating him daily that was when the process began. When Harry started losing his innocence… when he started to hold little disregard for life. It started by him slowly gutting the neighbour's cat, and sooner or later he would be gutting a human.

Harry was no taller than four feet and a few inches, he had crimson hair with emerald green eyes with a ring of dark swirling blue around the iris and his face had an aristocratic look to it, even though his face was gaunt and pale, and he was visibly malnourished. Harry had learnt that from a young age he would have to do everything he wanted by himself or else it would never get done.

Harry had also learnt that he was different, a lot so than his classmates, who only had to worry about finger-painting and drawing with crayons, but Harry had a lot worse things to worry about, such as simply keeping himself alive as well as trying not to do anything "freakish" as his aunt called it.

Vernon Dursley was an obese man with greying blonde hair and a moustache nearly the same colour and he was currently the manager of some drill company named Grunnings. His wife, Petunia Dursley nee Evans, was on the other hand a thin woman with a horse-like face that was became painful to see after a while. Now, Dudley Dursley was just like his father in all aspects… fat, ugly, dumb and he had a major attitude problem. And he also enjoyed causing Harry pain; hot, burning, searing pain.

Harry had learned when he was five that he could change his appearance at will. He actually discovered it by accident after his aunt Petunia shaved all of his hair off and he didn't want to look like an idiot, so he just sort of 'willed' it to grow back. And after that, he wandered if he could 'will' any of his other body parts of his to grow or change.

Harry would practise in the clearing near his Aunt's house where he was sure that nobody would find him. And even if they did, they wouldn't recognise him.

Harry managed to perfect the art of willing his face, body and hair to change completely and permanently. Harry also started working 'willing' things to set on fire; 'willing' things to freeze; 'willing' things to float; 'willing' things to come to him and so on. After a few months, Harry perfected his little art and he could do it flawlessly and at a seconds notice and he wouldn't get tired at all.

It was a day, like no other, when Harry James Potter had finally lost his innocence, at only ten-years-old. One of his cousins esteemed friends, Piers Polkiss, decided that he would start Harry Hunting without Dudley Dursley, and had cornered the small boy and started beating him relentlessly. Blood running down Harry's head with various broken bones, and Harry was close to snapping, when it happened. He felt something in his mind snap, almost like remembering something that was forgotten.

Screams… Terrified Screams came from the bigger boy before he dropped down limp on the sidewalk, not moving. Harry stood up, even with a broken arm, and a dislocated shoulder, he managed to get back to the Dursley's, where he went directly to his cupboard and passed out, partially from exhaustion, pain, as well as excitement. Harry had finally learnt how to stand up to one of his tormenters, and from that day, Harry swore he would have revenge.

Harry woke up to someone kicking him in the ribs with a size thirteen boot. He could hear his aunt in the background muttering loudly about freaks and unnaturalness. Vernon grabbed Harry by his hair and lifted him up.

"We're going on a vacation freak. We've locked everything up, and we are going to leave you here, we'll be back in two weeks boy, if you so much as move anything I will kill you. Any freakish business and you're dead." Vernon said before he left Harry, slamming the door with enough force to break the "ingenious" lock he installed.

Harry waited until he heard the car drive away until he got up and went to the kitchen. Harry finally felt relieved, for lack of better wording. They all wanted to call him a freak, and a thief…

"I'LL SHOW THEM!" Harry repeated to himself over and over in his mind.

Somewhere in the Department of Mysteries, every single Unspeakable felt a surge of raw, dark, tainted magic release itself. While most shivered, whether out of fear or pure joy, the head of the Department of Mysteries -Nicolas Flamel- felt something different. He felt the calling of one of his own, one of his to-be Unspeakables, all of his Unspeakables were handpicked by him, he felt their pain and suffering, he saved them from going down a path that very few knew of, and even fewer have survived to tell the tale.

He, himself, was one of those lucky enough to live and tell the tale. The tale of how he had almost lost himself. How he had learnt that there were very few differences between the Light and Dark, and the only one that stands out is the tactics and the way they do things, apart from that they were almost identical.

Nicolas knew that there was a storm brewing, but for now he was looking for the few golden streaks of sunlight, through the clouds, and he had found them for sure. And it was in the form of a young boy with crimson hair.

It had been almost three days since the Dursley's left, and Harry was having the time of his life. He could finally do what he wanted, when he wanted. Now on this morning, Harry was walking through the hallway when he saw the mail on the floor. Most of it was bills, but one had caught his eye. It was in a very old looking envelope with a green wax seal on it in the form of two crossed swords with a capital "G" in the middle of them and it was addressed to Harry, so Harry hadn't hesitated to open it. And what he found was shocking.

Gringotts Britain branch Diagon Alley

Client Name: Hadrian James Gaunt
Vault no.: 5112 (Potter Trust Vault)
Limit: 280 000 Galleons (Refilled once a year)
Current Contents: 98 800 Galleons
People allowed Access: A.P.W.B Dumbledore (Magical Guardian); M Prewett-Weasley; R.B Weasley; G.M Weasley; V.D Dursley; P Evans-Dursley; S.T Snape; H.J Potter;

Monthly Transactions: August 1989
15 000 Pounds (150 Galleons) to Vernon Dursley for Cost of Living
250 Galleons to Ronald Billius Weasley for Sundry expenses
250 Galleons to Ginerva Molly Weasley for Sundry expenses
6 000 Galleons to Molly Prewett-Weasley for Sundry expenses
15 000 Galleons to Albus Percival Brian Dumbledore for Guardian Expenses
1 000 Galleons to Severus Tobias Snape for Protection of H.J Potter

Trust Vault Contents:

Invisibility Cloak (removed on 21 August 1987 By A.P.W.B Dumbledore)
Sword of Godric Gryffindor (removed on 25 April 1988 BY A.P.W.B Dumbledore)
Sundry Books (removed by A.P.W.B Dumbledore AND H.J Granger)

If any of these look unfamiliar or removal was unsanctioned please do not hesitate to contact Gringotts by owl or in Person.

Greetings,
Agernock,
Account manager of Ancient and Noble House of Potter

All that Harry could see at that moment was red. He could feel something surging through his veins, he felt like he was breaking free from the chains that were restraining him. And all he could see was gone as he saw Darkness.

As soon as he felt it, it had disappeared. And suddenly Harry felt compelled to go into the basement, and he did. As soon as he opened the door, he saw it. It had never been there before. It simply was a very beautiful and elegant trunk, with a crest of sorts carved in it. The crest was of a huge looking snake coiled around a banner saying "Ancient and Noble House of Gaunt". Harry cautiously opened the lid of the trunk and was utterly surprised at what he found when he opened it up.

Harry found a letter that was addressed to him with a box of sorts that had the same elegance to it as the trunk. Harry broke the blue seal on the letter and started to read it;

To my one and only descendant,

To start out, my name is Hadrian Salazar Gaunt the Second, and I am your grandfather through your mother, Lillith Amaranth Gaunt (or Lillian Rosaline Evans-Potter), as she was my only child, you are my heir through her. My wife, whom has recently passed, decided that I should prepare for the worst and put a charm on this trunk to find you wherever you are, and if you are reading this, than I presume it found you.

I find myself at a cross-road of sorts, and I hope that I have made the right choice. Hadrian, you are all that is left of the once Ancient and Noble House of Gaunt, which is now presumably The Ancient and Dead house of Gaunt. We are not a poor family as most try to believe, and we own various properties as well as a lot of businesses.

Hadrian, in that box you are most lightly holding is the wand of my late father, Hadrian Matthew Gaunt the First, as well as the Lordship ring for House Gaunt. I hope that they will help you succeed whatever you try to succeed.

I wish you the best of luck with all of your adventures that lie ahead of you,
Hadrian Salazar Gaunt
Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Gaunt

Dated Wednesday 18 February 1981

Harry was stunned at what he found within the trunk itself, some sort of re-sizing clothing that looked very formal, a couple of books that were called "The introduction into Pureblood life Vol. 1-5" and he also found several books that were for basic magic such as beginners Charms, Healing, Transfiguration as well as Warding, Runic Magic and curse-breaking. Harry had found the crown jewel at the very bottom of the trunk in the form of a pouch with a note attached to it.

Harry looked at the note and read it out aloud;

"Hadrian, this pouch is linked to my personal vault at Gringotts, it currently has roughly 250 000 Galleons in it, I would like you to go to Diagon Alley and spoil yourself the first chance you get, signed, H. Gaunt."

Harry had immediately started reading all the books he had found and soaked knowledge up like a sponge, and had forgotten about the box with the wand and the ring in it. Harry decided that it was best to wait for a while until he opened the box. He had only a week left before the Dursley's got back and Harry wanted to get as much knowledge as he could.

After only three days, Harry had decided that he would open the box. Harry put the trunk back in the basement so he had to go to the basement and open it there. Once opened, Harry found a beautiful golden ring with the same snake on it as the trunk had. Harry immediately put the ring on and felt a swirl of energy pass through him. Harry felt as though he was almost whole again. That was at least until he found the wand that his ancestor had written about.

It was a beautiful black wand with a silver snake as a handle, which was in a display case with a golden tag on it saying "13 and a half inches Black Yew and Basilisk Heartstring (willingly given)". As soon as Harry held the wand in his hand, he knew it was the right wand for him. He felt the same flow of power go through him as before. And he felt like a final piece of the puzzle was added and he was now complete.

Harry had now decided that it was the best time for revenge against the Dursley's, and he knew the only way to do that was to take away what they loved most, their son and their money as well as their house. Harry went to Vernon's study and opened the filing cabinet to find every other statement that Gringotts had sent him. Everybody on that list wouldn't know what hit them once Harry was done with them and he would hit them when they least expected it.

The Dursley's were supposed to be home any minute and Harry had yet to clean the mess he had created. He was practicing a few Dark curses on various mice to see if it would work on the Dursleys. And Harry had perfected on of the most difficult torture curses. The Cruciatus curse. And he would now see whether it worked or not.

"Crucio" Harry nearly shouted at the mouse with all of his hate, despair and pain from the past few years of his short life.

The mouse instantly cringed and squealed for mercy. And Harry would try to grant it a few seconds later;

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The sickening green light flew at the mouse at a hectic speed, colliding with the rodent, instantly killing it. The sight left Harry feeling at ease, not by the fact that the rodent was dead, but simply by the fact that he could cast the curse, meant that he was a strong wizard, especially at his age.

Harry decided to take a nap in his cupboard before the Dursleys came back, and he instantly fell asleep. With his shrunken trunk in his pocket, ready for anything to happen.

As soon as the feeling of euphoria disappeared from Harry, Vernon Dursley walked through the front door.

"FREAK, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"

Harry looked up at him and smiled, not a child-like smile, but the smile of a person who's mind has once again, become their own.

"Hello Uncle, do you like the redecorating I did while you were gone?" Harry asked, motioning to the mess in front of his uncle.

For once, Vernon Dursley had decided that his life expectancy would be a lot higher if he kept quiet. And just that moment his wife and child had joined them.

"Daddy, the freak is standing in front of the telly! Move him, now!" moaned Dudley Dursley.

Harry smiled and pointed his wand at Dudley;

"Crucio"

His fat cousin instantly fell to the ground, writhing in pain, screaming his throat raw, while Harry looked on in pleasure.

"Do you enjoy this cousin, because I sure am enjoying this?" Harry said, showing a childlike smile.

"MERCY, PLEASE SHOW MERCY ON MY LITTLE BABY!" Petunia's screaming was soon drowned out by Harry saying;

"I asked you for Mercy, uncle. What did you do? Stop? No, you stated beating me even harder; I will show Dudley some mercy because he is young and still innocent, but that doesn't mean that it stops here. This is only the beginning Uncle Dearest." Harry said, turning around pointing his wand at Dudley, shouting his next spell;

"CRUCIO!" the red spell collided with Dudley, just as it had with the rodent. Just like the rodent, Dudley dropped again writhing in agony.

Petunia started screaming and crying frantically at the sight of her son lying half dead on the carpet in front of the television, where they usually ate supper. Harry barely batted an eye at the scene unfolding in front of him.

"Now Vernon, I will only ask once. And then I will do the same to your wife. Where is all of my money you have stolen from me?"

"I- i- have n- n- no Idea why- what you're talking ab-about, fr-freak."

"Aright than the hard way it will be, Crucio!" Harry pointed the wand at the horse faced bitch in front of him and watched as she, like her son, writhed from pain.

"Okay, Okay! Please just stop. I'll give it all to you!" Vernon ran upstairs and came down as quickly as he ran up. He had a pouch like the one Harry had found in the trunk and he had a shotgun in the other hand, pointing it at Harry.

"YOU HURT MY SON YOU LITTLE FREAK! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! FREAK!"

Harry woke up sweating and panting. For a dream, it was quiet vivid. Harry quickly cleaned up the house and went to his cupboard again. Harry decided to wait until the letters to attend different schools arrived, which was due to arrive in only three weeks, then he would plot his next moves.

Vernon Dursley was quite pissed off when he got home, mainly because he knew that the 'Good for Nothing Freak' would be receiving letters to induct him into the Wizarding world once again, and quite frankly Vernon was happy receiving the pay cheque he did from Old' Dumbie.

As soon as the Dursleys' arrived home Vernon ushered Dudley to bed and told his wife to say away from the cupboard under the stairs, also known as 'The Freaks Sanctuary'. Vernon ripped open the door and went inside. He grabbed the little boy by the locks of hair and started by hitting his fragile head against the wall nearest him until blood was running from the little boys nose, only then did Vernon start hitting Harry with his fists until blood was pouring out of various wounds, and the poor boy's body went limp and the skin of the poor boy was chalk white mixed with the sickly crimson of his own blood.

Blood started pooling around the body of Harry Potter when Vernon stopped beating him. And all of a sudden Vernon realised how deep in shit he actually was. He was plainly fucked, with a capital 'F'.

"Pet, Pet, I think I've killed the freak!" Vernon shouted half pleased with himself, half scared of getting caught. Vernon was already busy trying to come up with one of brilliant schemes.

Petunia came into the room and instead of looking disgusted, like many would think, she was also pleased. The old saying that 'Jealousy makes you nasty' definitely held merit in this particular situation, Petunia was so blinded by her hate and jealousy for her sister, that it fell onto her son, almost as if it was hereditary. Had Vernon have known that his wife would be so happy to see that the little freak was dead, than he would have killed the little fucker a whole while earlier.

"Oh Vernon, now we have to get rid of the freaks body. I have an idea; we throw his body by the orphanage in London and make it look like he was hit by a car on his way to the orphanage. That way we can deny everything, even if the old man comes looking for him. We can take all of the money you made and move to Mexico!" Petunia said, brainstorming, even if it was with a double digit IQ.

It was then that Vernon Dursley packed his family up and drove to the nearest orphanage disposing of the freak in the ice cold weather.

A/N: Hi Readers, Please let me know if you like the new first chapter!