Disclaimer: Jo Rowling owns Harry Potter & co. The rest of the stuff belongs to me. As I might have mentioned, this is very, very AU.

Author: zimagesto

Chapter Two: How to un-confuse the people reading this

Harry James Dursley had been born in 1989 to Petunia and Vernon Dursley, but appearing to be rather the son of Petunia Dursley's sister and her husband, Lily and James Potter. This, of course, had created a lot of trouble for Petunia, who got yelled at for this quite a lot. It was only after awhile that Vernon would realize that James would never cheat on his wife.

Of course, at the beginning Vernon was very, very pissed. So pissed, in fact, that when he declared the name of the child for registration, well…

"What will the name be, Mr. Dursley?" the woman behind the desk asked.

"Harry," Vernon stuttered, half-drunk. "Harry Dursley. Bloody James… Harry… James… you see, that bloody bastard slept with my wife."

The woman was disgusted by the whale-man and only wanted to finish up.

"Harry James Dursley, then?"

"Well, my wife would want it that way! Why not please her!" he said, pissed.

"Very well, then, sir," the woman said. "You may come back after the birth certificate in a few hours."

And, that was it. Harry James Dursley. Well, later Vernon plucked his hear out of his head, but there wasn't much he could do, so he left it at that. And after a longer while, the spirits cooled and Lily and James were welcomed in the Dursley home again. Soon little Harry became very attached to his nice aunt and uncle and the two of them realized the potential the kid had in him and decided to bring him into the world of magic.

The Order of Hogwarts was one of the most powerful Orders in the world, basically one of the few magical communities around. It was a completely classified community that even the governments knew nothing about. It had its researchers in magical domains, its teachers and students, its special agents that did jobs here and there, many times used as special agents by various people, including kings and queens. Now, of course, those who hired them rarely knew exactly how special the agents were, but it didn't matter.

Other things that were also studied where other worlds and magical creatures and beings. There were trades and truces and many types of relationships established by the Order of Hogwarts.

Of course, there were some that wanted to take the control of the world and to use everything that the Order created and researched for their own personal reasons. Those came up from time to time, sometimes disappeared without trace trying to become more powerful and never succeeding. Others were dangerous and required a sustained opposition.

But none of these were Harry Dursley's problem. He just studied more and more in the order, under the direct guidance of one Severus Snape, the Head of Slytherins (Slytherins were the ones in the Order who usually worked under cover in many places and they were well-known for their cunning and practical intelligence. There also were the Ravenclaws, well-known for being very intelligent and they were the ones who studied all type of phenomena and old texts and other such. Hufflepuffs were the ones who took care of the small things around the quarters, such as paperwork, keeping the rules straight, and usually mediating between different people. Social, loyal people, these Hufflepuffs. And of course, there were Gryffindors, who were a bit thick-headed sometimes, but they were ok with their friends. They were the ones usually sent out in recognition missions, the ones who entered social circles and gathered information, the ones who were sent out to impress people.)

Harry was quickly discovered of being more a Slytherin than anything else and he was fine with it. Slytherins were nice. Well, Gryffindors were nice also, after all, his uncle James Potter was a Gryffindor, as was the man's best friend, Sirius Black. Lilly Potter was a Slytherin and best friend of Severus Snape. But indeed, Slytherins were the cool-minded friends he always wanted. And Severus was great.

"You know what, Sev?" Harry had sighed after entering the room to the older man's quarters. "I really don't like my family."

"Not blaming you there." Severus had replied, carefully shaving. "But you do look like that idiot James."

"Don't call my uncle an idiot!" Harry snapped. "He's a nice guy!"

"He was a real idiot while we were in schooling… and he still is, might I add."

"Why are you saying that?"

"Bully, arrogant, thick-headed and only with sports in his mind."

"Well, I like him! And I wish I was his son, not Vernon's…" Harry spat. "I don't want to be a Dursley!"

Severus rolled his eyes and put the blade down, then grabbing a wet, hot towel and throwing on his face. When he got it off, he spoke again.

"Then don't be! And please shut up with your family, you're getting annoying."

"How can I not be?"

"Call yourself Potter and forget the connections or whatever. Yes, call yourself Harry James Potter and give us all a break."

"That's not a bad idea," Harry grinned.

"Well, I didn't mean it seriously…" Severus started, but then thought better of it. "But why not? You already look a lot like that bastard."

"Don't call my newly-adopted father a bastard!"

Severus snorted.

"So, why did you come here in the first place?…"

And well, this is the basics of our story here: Harry James Potter, son of the Dursleys (hehehe), was a student-member of the secret Order of Hogwarts and he was still studying…

Well, this is just about to change, thanks to those Ruler-of-the-World-Wannabes. Who even chose himself a dumb name. Voldemort. Who calls himself Voldemort, anyway?…

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Thanks to the ones who read and the one who reviewed, who convinced me that writing this chapter this way was a good thing. A few more reviews would be welcomed, though. Especially critique.