He was three years old when his uncle had dropped him off in the middle of nowhere with nothing but the clothes on his back. He was a clueless boy back then, but that did not remain so for very long as there had been someone waiting there at his drop off point for him.
It was a man with only one distinguishing feature. He wore an immaculately white lab coat. Everything else seemed to keep changing with every glance, every look, and every angle. The man's face, age, body type, everything save for that lab coat changed.
The man, who didn't share any name, brought him to a lab, as he would later learn of what it was called, and began ordering him to do all sorts of things, and when he either refused to do them or did not know how to to them, the man would somehow make him do these obscure and odd tasks.
He had food enough, clothing enough, shelter enough, and a whole host of other things that the cousin that he could clearly remember would probably take for granted.
Clearly remember. He could remember everything that he had managed to see, hear, feel, smell, and experience. He had a perfect memory, a mind that could not only retain vast amounts of information without forgetting anything, but could process that information as well. At astounding speeds too.
He wasn't quite sure on how long he had remained in the lab setting of wherever the man in the lab coat had taken him. All he knew was that time progressed ever forward and within each day there were numerous tasks for him to accomplish as well as numerous bits and pieces of information for him to digest.
The true passage of time was two years, at the end of those two years, when his routine was finally changed he was a walking talking modern day version of the Library of Alexandria. That was how much information was crammed into his skull.
After having all of that knowledge and know how crammed into his skull, forever to remain there for him to call upon, he was forced into unconsciousness, coming to several times within the span of two more years but never staying or remaining awake of his own volition for more than a few scant minutes.
He did not know what had really gone on during those two years of his being forced into a nearly vegetative state. All he knew was that when he woke up, finally, and without being forced back into adventuring in Slumber-land, his body felt very different.
He had memorized what his body felt like, and this body of his that he had woken up to was not like the one he had had when he had first been forced to fall asleep.
It was after examining himself, using all of his senses that the man in the lab coat came into view once again.
The man then explained, without prompting, what he had done to him, the boy turned lab experiment. He was like Frankenstein's monster now, just not hideous at all and not as susceptible to destruction by fire or any other means for that matter.
The man went on to inform him that he was the first of his kind, he was a progressively, passively, and actively, adapting and evolving individual. Not in the social or emotional sense, but in the physical sense. His body was that of evolution.
He was told that his body had been changed to the point that he would be able to survive even at the deepest and darkest of depths of the oceans of the world without having to worry about the pressure or breathing for that matter. His body would adapt to the changes of all the external forces around him.
Of course that hadn't encompassed all of the potential changes that his body could undergo.
The lab coat wearing man explained that the boy could evolve or adapt or simply either turn into or gain the characteristics of other living and even non-living things.
All he would need to do is absorb some of their essence, or something that made them what they were. For anything within the animal kingdom it was very simple. Blood. For non-living things, it was a combination of immersing himself in whatever that thing was, knowing the ins and outs of that thing, and also his body just adapting or becoming that thing.
The man then went on to explain how everything worked as well as all the biological tweaking that had been done to the boy without his express permission, not that the boy had it in him to really mind for this lab coat wearing mad scientist was the only semblance of family that he had.
The two of them continued to remain in the company of one another, the lab coat wearing man playing the role of observer of the initial stage of his experiment while the boy just explored the possibilities for the next two years.
It was at the age of nine that the boy was let go.
He was freed from the leash or chain that had tethered him to the lab coat wearing man. The man claimed that the boy no longer held any interest with him. It was time to move on to other things or people, and thus he left the boy with the complex that the two of them had used for the past six years, that and a substantial amount of resources for the boy to use for the remainder of his days, which were quite a lot based on the lab coat wearing man's calculations.
There was one thing that he had not learned or gotten any true experience with while being in the constant company of the lab coat wearing man, that being social interaction. That was not to say that he didn't know anything about it, just not how to accurately go about it. The only interaction that he had had so far was with his relatives that dumped him in the middle of nowhere, the lab coat wearing man, and his parents and their friends back during a time that such interactions did not and could not count as real experiences.
With the lab coat wearing man performing a perfect disappearing act, as in leaving without a trace of his previous presence, the boy went exploring and went about familiarizing himself with the rest of the home that was now solely his. He hadn't had the chance to familiarize himself with it all within the past six years.
Now with the chance and the need, that's what he set out to do for the next two months of his first year of independence. The complex was far larger than he had imagined. It sat upon the top of a mountain surrounded by a dense forest. The complex itself resembled some sort of modern day fortress and not a simple constructed set of buildings made out of stone or wood, but of metal and a whole host of technologies the likes of which the rest of the world had yet to stumble upon.
It was after the first two months of independence were up that he decided to venture out of the complex and explore the world that he chanced upon an instruction manual of sorts that the lab coat wearing man had left him. It informed him about everything that he had yet to discover of his new home as well as where in the world it could be found.
He was quite astonished to discover that the complex, the mountain, the forest, and the waters that surrounded all of it, were not of the world that he had been born to. They, he included, were all located in a separate yet connected dimension. It was like a pocket dimension but couldn't be referred to as such due to the sheer size of the place.
The manual also contained detailed instructions as to how to get in and out of the dimension, as well as how others might either be brought into or out of the place. There were even suggestions on what he could do to make the place less devoid of non-plant life. One of which was to re-peruse the science fiction and fantasy sections of his mental library, as the complex had the facilities to bring to life almost anything. Almost.
Dead parents were among the bullets in the not-possible list.
So he went about fiddling with the controls of temporarily artificial intelligent lifeforms, temporarily because they would eventually gain full intelligent life status through some means that the manual did not explain. Not that he really cared for the explanation. He just cared that he'd have company, albeit company that he could boss around.
He briefly wondered where that thought came from and chalked it up to his time with the lab coat wearing man who just kept ordering him around. He went with Star Wars, not the clones, but the droids. He didn't think he could handle ordering around people just yet.
He had the device that could create such things make him all sorts of droids from simply spy drones to the more complex types like medical droids or security droids. All of them had the ability to 'glamour' themselves into a relatively human form.
He knew how to give out orders, he knew about organization, he knew quite a lot of things, which included what he lacked in experience. The main point of which was human interaction or social interaction, which he decided to rectify by venturing back into the world of his birth.
He took a single humanoid droid with him as a precautionary measure. It wouldn't do for him to be without some form of protection, that and it would be rather suspicious of a nine year old to be wandering around without adult supervision.
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Harry was wondering around with his droid when he noticed the abnormal place called the Leaky Cauldron. People ignored it and the people who disappeared into thin air. Harry, being the curious person he is decided to eavesdrop on the people who dressed like the witches and wizards of fairy tales. Walking into the pub he looks around before following a group of people into an alleyway.
"Now children, we need to stick together to buy Percy and the twins their school supplies. That means no wandering off. First we need to restock their potions supplies and buy the twins their wands. Ron! Come back here!" Harry watched the family use magic to open a hole in the wall and followed them inside. The youngest red haired boy took off toward a shop full of brooms as Harry and his droid entered the alleyway.
"Young Master, I believe we should go to the bank a little ways off to direct questions to them." Harry nods in agreement and follows the droid to the bank where strange creatures were at. Walking up to the closest one Harry politely smiles, "Hello, may I please talk to a manager, good sir? I'm new and we just stumbled upon this place. I'm nine years old and am highly curious."
The sharp toothed creature sneered at him before hollering into one of the halls. Another smaller one stepped out and was given an order. It nodded before motioning for him to follow it and follow he did. Quickly catching up to the small being he tries to be polite as he asks it questions. "Mister, I am sorry if I sound rude but what are you?"
The goblin stopped and looked at Harry who was trying not to gawk and succeeding. "I am a goblin. Why would you care if you offended me?" Harry knew it was a trick question and paused.
Staring at the goblin intently for a moment he breaks his facade and smiles softly, "I guess I just want to learn. If I am rude you probably won't teach me everything I might need but primarily want to know. Besides, if the stories are correct you are a fierce and proud race who deserves respect for having to put up with dunder-heads like me."
The goblin doesn't show his surprise but he turns to lead him away again. "I must say you are the first person I have seen with common sense in a very long time. Feel free to call me Rugrot."
Harry automatically responded, "Yes Sir, Mister Rugrot. If I am meeting with someone else who is going to be answering my questions will you please explain goblin manners to me?" Rugrot nods knowing he is an unusual human.
"Very well boy, a basic greeting is as follows. 'May thy blade be stained red as thee pass by thy enemies.' An word of apology that you may use is calling yourself a dunder-head like you did for me by saying, 'Forgive me for my lack of knowledge, I am a dunder-head raised by muggles.' If your apology is accepted you must say, 'May thy fortune by blessed as I was by thy forgiveness.' Other then that you must always refer to the goblin I am taking you to as 'Lord Ragnok', understood?" Harry nods as he absorbs the information.
"Thank you, Mister Rugrot. Is there anything else I should know of?" Rugrot shakes his head in negative. "Is there anything you suggest I have done while here?" Rugrot looks at him before noticing the scar on his forehead and stumbling.
Harry watches Rugrot's eyes widen before he answered plainly, "I suggest an Inheritance test, if you are unable to pay for it from any existing accounts I will pay for it." Harry smiles at him and nods his head in acknowledgement and with gratefulness thinking he has no money.
Harry obediently follows the goblin toward Lord Ragnok before they were checked at a security passing. Harry showed them that he had no weapons but before they could check his droid it began popping several weapons out of it's legs, arms, and several other places causing the nearby goblins to gawk. Harry seeing it might cause a dilemma turned to it, "Droid, your orders are to stay here and not harm anyone. Understood?"
"Affirmative, Harry." The droid salutes him before picking up its various weaponry and placing them back into their rightful slots. Stay safe, Harry." Harry simply nods knowing it is already beginning to form sentience of its own and that if it feels he is threatened it will refuse an order. The guards watch the droid shuffle over to a distance closer to the entry before going into standby mode while disguised as armor.
Harry turns to Rugrot and politely snaps him out of it. "Rugrot, I thought we were going somewhere?" Rugrot looks at him with the other goblins and motions for him to follow and he does. After a while they arrive outside a set of double doors and wait in a short line to see someone.
"Harry, wait here while I ask if he will see you. It might take a while to convince him to and you must wait patiently." Harry nods and stands in his place for roughly thirty minutes before a gong sounds and the majority of the line groans as they walk away. Rugrot walks back out of the room and motions for him to enter behind him.
Obeying he sees that the room is lavish and that a king of sorts and his council is in the room. Harry watches the council argue and waits for them to quiet. "Silence." A voice called which caused them to quiet.
Harry quickly used the greeting, "May thy blade be stain red as thee pass by thy enemies." The goblins begin glaring at Rugrot who ignores them in favor of bowing before the king. Harry surprises them by bowing at the waist and remaining there.
"Up child, you are indeed unusual, especially for a magical child. How may I be of service, young Harry?" Harry remains bowing as he politely explains.
"Lord Ragnok, I was raised in a pocket dimension by a scientist and have the unfortunate lack of knowledge about this place and its people. I ask that you please assign someone to teach me a little bit about simple and well known things, just for one day."
The goblin council relaxes as an elderly goblin stands and carefully studies him. "I grow more surprised by the second." The goblin turns to Ragnok, "I would like to teach him for now, after that I wish to go to his pocket dimension for a visit. If he does well and understands may I teach him the human magic ways?" A few of the younger council members huff with aggression at the idea knowing it is up to Ragnok.
"I find no reason to object, he is respectful of our people. However, I believe I will have to refuse if he is a squib, if he has magic then you may teach him. Gargruff! Bring a basic test so we may find out as much as possible through his blood." A goblin at the edge of the room rushes toward a filing cabinet and pulls out paper and ritual blade. Bringing it to Ragnok he bows.
"Since we do not have your trust, merely your respect, we ask that you cut your thumb shallowly to allow three drops of blood upon the parchment. After that it will tell us basic things, like your name, birthday, and if you have magic. Proceed." Harry gently cuts a shallow scrap onto his thumb and lets three drops of blood touch the parchment. The cut heals after the necessary blood is on the parchment.
It glows very brightly, nearly blinding everyone in the room. The goblins are stunned as Harry barely with-holds a groan of pain. "Sorry, I don't know what happened." Harry rubbed at his eyes at the pain before his eyes adjusted, looking around he found that all of the goblins were looking at him with awe of some sort. "May I ask why everyone seems to have a dazed look on their faces?"
Ragnok hopped down and walks over to Harry while thinking about if he should tell him. "It appears that you are magical and that you are of a prophecy. It might be a human prophecy and it might be another's prophecy, but it is a prophecy. For now let me read the paper, please." Harry obediently gave him the parchment.
Clearing his throat Lord Ragnok began to read it out loud, "Harry James Potter, son of Lily Ivy Potter nee Evans and James Woody Potter. Born July 31st, in 1980 and is a High Sorcerer. Notable abilities only he has includes Heir s Command of Hogwarts, High Mental Understanding, High Mental Process, Fast Mental Process, Limitless Physical Adaptation and Highest Level Muggle Genius. Other high level skills include Multiple-Languages, High Pain Tolerance, Learning Aptitude, Creation of Sentient Beings, and Extremely High Loyalty - once earned."
Everyone looks at him in more shock as Ragnok continues, "Special abilities include Animal Understanding, Muggle Herbology-and-Chemistry Know-How, Muggle Technology Usage and Innate Understanding. Major abilities are Care of Living Creatures, Philosophy and Medical Knowledge. Minor abilities are just Strategy Expert and Planning - all types. Harry's Basic Abilities include Literate, Observant, Imaginative, and Creative. The power level of each ability he has is level Negative Ten while the assumed power rating is at Zero."
Whistling sharply he continues reading knowing the next part he will want to hear, "Family living is Lady Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, Draco Scorpius Malfoy, Sirius Orion Black and Bellatrix Lestrange. People who are considered family are not available and people who are related in other ways include Alice Veva Longbottom by Godmother-hood, Augusta Cynthia Longbottom by God-Grandmother-hood, Frank Travis Longbottom by Step-Godfather-hood, Neville Frank Longbottom by Godbrother-hood, Severus Tobias Snape by Secondary Godfather-hood, and Sirius Orion Black by Primary Godfather-hood."
Most of the goblins were quickly being able to correct their noble 'gawking' before another thing was brought up. "Notable people or beings he is favored by includes Magic itself - extreme range of highly, a few Goblins - barely, and the legendary Dei Immortalis Scientia - highly. Harry is Lord of seven Most Noble and Ancient Houses being Potter/Gryffindor, Slytherin by conquest, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Black, Emry, and Le Fay; he is also heir to about seven more notable families and their relations. End of sequence."
Everyone paused at the knowledge of the first 'favored by' and knew that they can trust him. How they think that no one knows but they remember the time of their birth by Magic. They evidentially still remember her even though the rest of the majority of the races has forgotten her. Harry flushes at the thought of being favored by magic itself. "Excuse me for interrupting but I was wondering if there are any schools that start education for magicals my age."
Several goblins began shifting as one particular goblin began leafing through a file. Looking at Ragnok and receiving a nod he turns back to Harry, "I believe there is no school that starts teaching children under the age eleven. However, with your money and upon passing an emancipation trial you will be able to start such a school if you so wish..." The goblins pause at the suggestion thinking it might go to his head and that he would want to be the headmaster.
Harry simply covers his mouth as he stifles a loud giggle. The goblins frown as he forces himself under control. Forgive me for my rude laughter but I could just claim my inheritance and Hogwarts as my own since I am her heir. The goblins smirk at the thought of him commanding Hogwarts to put in more classes. Then the goblins notice Harry s thoughtful look he is wearing. They look at him closely and realize what they thought was odd was actually his adult demeanor.
Ragnok chuckles lightly causing Harry to look at him with the rest of the Goblins, he rasps out, I have noticed what the other goblins just realized; you have the outlook and behavior of a fully grown adult. It is quite surprising but it also means that you are mature, which is extremely rare for someone your age. I have a proposal for you; a proposal my council will most likely appreciate. Just ask for one thing, and we will also provide it. Several goblins look at each other in confusion as Harry smiles softly.
"Correct me if I am wrong but you are a mind reader; as such you should be able to tell what I wish for. If you have been polite to me out of respect then I will honor you. Ragnok frowns as he stares at him kindly. Sighing he stands and walks over to him.
"I will be honest, when you first arrived I read your mind to see if it was true. My people and I are often betrayed by humans that we trust. When I found out your intentions are honest I decided to withdraw from your mind. I do not currently know what you wish for but with your permission I will seek the answer within your mind. Harry smiles widely at his answer for some reason as he tilts his head to think. After a few moments he hums as he comes close to making a decision.
"I am happy that you told me the truth. If you had not I would have refused my question and request. Since you have been respectful of my territory I will allow a deal between you and your people and my people and I. I have created a race of robots who are able to function in this place; I know it works because I brought one with me. I will order them to create mining droids and other aids to help you in this place and to gather things you need from places you are not welcome. How does that sound? Harry smiles at the goblins that are looking at Ragnok thoughtfully. They appear to be communicating somehow before one stands bringing Ragnok and Harry s attention to him.
"Lord Ragnok, we find that this offer is interesting, the robots, if made from heat resistant materials, could get to clusters of ores we cannot reach due to the heat. It might benefit us greatly to have the droids within our ranks and assisting us. We could also possibly find other uses for a few. Ragnok appears pleased at the thought as he nods. Looking at Gargruff he barks something in the goblin tongue. Gargruff rushes over to one of the cabinets and pulls out a Goblin Nation Contract Scroll and grabs a quill, a few inkpots, and a small clipboard of sorts that the scroll could be fitted to.
Harry looks at the clipboard with interest; it has two sticks at both the top and the bottom which are obviously meant to hold the scroll open as it is being written on. Looking closer he sees that it also has a place for one inkpot and a quill to be held at during times of thoughts. Harry watches Gargruff hand it to Ragnok and then he realizes that he knows the written language of the goblins; he easily read the title on the scroll s outer edge without realizing it. I would be happy to create a contract with you, Lord Ragnok.
Several goblins look at him in surprise before they huff in annoyance. Ragnok makes a humph sound as he puts the writing implements between them. He writes a few things in gobbledygook and turns it to face Harry. Reading it he sees it says that he offered three dozen mining droids for their use. Harry smiles, Good so far, but three dozen? Wouldn't you need more? Ragnok shakes his head.
"We have very few clusters we have detected that are beyond our reach. There might be more but we will figure that out once we get there. Harry smiles as he reaches over and signs it. The parchment glows briefly before copying itself and disappearing with both copies.
Okay, I think it would be wise if we were able to start efficiently and quickly as possible. I also don t know how far the distance between my landing place and this place is so I will need to either organize for the group of your tutors to stay in my dimension or for me to stay here. Since I am only a guest I will follow the rules your people lay out for me. Harry speaks softly as he told them his idea. They glance at each other before turning to face Ragnok and almost every last goblin on the council nods to him. Only one doesn't nod to him.
I find that thought reasonable, as does most of the goblins council. As such you will be allowed to study within our halls until Hogwarts comes under your jurisdiction. We also find that you should try for an Appropriate Magic Usage Test so that you may use magic outside of the school. Harry bows his head deeply in acknowledgement. The goblin who offered to teach him stands up and strides over to him and they fist their hand over their heart to each other.
I am happy to say that you shall learn of your heritage. Unfortunately I am almost always busy as the head of the education department and I cannot teach you myself. However, I assure you that I am able to assist you in hiring a few tutors. Harry smiles widely at the thought that he can hire people as he wishes. The goblin turns around and calls for a guard at the edge of the room and he gives him what appears to be explicit commands. The guard salutes him and bows slightly to Harry before the first goblin turns around and goes back to his seat.
Harry sees the guard motion for him to follow and he does until he gets to the doorway before making a request. Lord Ragnok, if possible I would appreciate having a list of rules on parchment to follow. I do not have to have it any time soon but I would appreciate to have it within the week. Harry continues following the guard and gently closes the door behind him. Turning around he follows the goblin down the hall toward where Harry's droid stood and they meet up with the droid.
"Droid, come on." He calls as they walk past it. Glamoring itself into another human he begins following Harry until they arrive in front of an office listing several family names with Potter being the largest name on the door. Walking inside they watch the guard speak with the accountant who is a smaller goblin. The accountant nods respectfully to Harry as the guard goes over to the door to make sure nobody over hears them.
"Greetings Heir Potter, you may call me Lurnott. I assume that you have come to try on the Potter's Lord Ring?" Harry nods with a frown as the goblin reaches over to a warded pedestal with several jewelry boxes on it totaling ten. Pulling a particular one down he hands the box to Harry who gently caresses the box and imagines a tendril of his magic soothing and empowering the ring and its magics.
Opening the box he sends a stronger wave of magic into it to strengthen it even more. To his great surprise the ring replied with a mental image of a question mark. Harry gave him the replied image of his name and then an image of the ring on his hand with a question mark. The ring sent him a happy wave of emotion before showing how it felt like it was just for dust and that it was gathering plenty of it. Harry sensed the underlying sadness in the image and carefully took it out and placed it on his hand before he felt it begin rapidly scanning his knowledge and memories. It scaned every last corner of his mind going as far as to find a hidden soul shard and evicting it into a conjured thing he hadn't notice it make.
After it destroyed the bond between him and the shard it unlocked a few things and removed several blocks weakening the ring. It sent him an image of the words 'Energy Needed' and he instantly gave it more energy. It began working around a few things until a larger block was undone and he remembered the time from his past life. Stumbling in the physical world he watched several memories flash by him in his own mental world. The biggest thing he remembered was that he was the Sage of Six Paths and and understood everything innately. Sending more of his magic into the ring while using the magic to give it a stronger sentience he felt a large portion of his knowledge copy and embed itself into the ring for it to use.
"Papa!"He sweatdrops at the title the ring gives him but he gives it a mental nod. "Papa, name me!" Sending it a name he hears the ring giggle, "I am Tony! Papa, I have made it to where you remember your past life since it wasn't blocked by the Shinigami very well. You already know that though but one thing you don't know is that was a different dimension and your power as a sage has partially followed you. I was able to strengthen this ability and you now may use your sage techniques with magic." Harry gives it a mental nod as he returns tho the real world and sees Lurnott looking at him with worry.
"Sorry it took so long, there was several blocks on me that had to be removed." Lurnott sighs showing that he was indeed very worried. Pointing at the desk in front of him Harry sees the rest of the boxes and pulls out the first ring with some kind of hunting hound on it. Slipping it onto the same finger he reaches toward the next box only to freeze as the ring merges with the Potter ring. Blinking at it he stares for a few moments before slipping the rest onto the same finger one at a time.
Sending a lot more of his power into the rings he feels them whisper to each other until they begin merging completely with Tony. Looking up at Ragnok he smiles. "Is there any way my robots could be aided in starting a trade and textile company here in Magical Britain?" Ragnok frowns at him as he shakes his head sadly.
"Unfortunately not, Lord Potter. The British Ministry of Magic is against anything that is similar to those things of the muggles. If anyone was to find out about your droids that work around magic they would throw a fit and demand that they be demolished at that immediate moment. However, Asian Magicals are far more welcoming technology. If you were to try to make a company in Japan or China, two of the largest countries in population, you could make a fortune renting out the robots and possibly even selling a few of their works as goods. I am sure that with something as accurate as a robot you could mass produce art, textiles, and some medicine if the Robots have magic in them. I assume they do and if they don't I ask that you forgive me for assuming such." Harry nods at the idea before snapping his finger. Looking around he uses his imagination and will to conjure ink pens and lined muggle notebooks.
"Alright then, I will hire your goblins to start an initial contract between the Japanese and my robots. I need a list of things that are in high demand though, whether it be potions, new potions, or anything else at all." Harry grins as they begin fleshing out details. Ragnok told him that there was medicinal needs to people the whole world over along with the constant need for clothes. They discussed Herbology, fashion styles and even potions as they suggested. However, that didn't encompass nowhere near the entire list of things they spoke of. They spoke of an ancient style of combat known as Taijutsu, Ninjutsu and Genjutsu and having trainers to teach those arts. Harry assumed that they were types of magic but he didn't realize that he was completely wrong.