Chapter 1
This is defiantly Mature so be pre-warned this time there is only a spirit of Harry Potter and a magical core that refuses to die. A spirit that is lost to its own devices and morals with the background memories of Tom Riddle. With 690,000 HP stories out there I have probably stepped on someone's toes, for that I apologize. I am having fun and it's addicting, so on with my attempt at writing so let me get out my crayons and get started. You get it as I write it and it's as fast as I can put the words down on the screen.
If you look past my grammar etc, you may find a story, then maybe not. This will contain lot of character bashing, character death and not book compliant.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners i.e. J.K. Rawlings, etc. The original characters and plot are the property of their author i.e. J.K. Rawlings, etc. This work is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Not for sale or profit but at least I can give it away.
Note: I must apologize if you read on as the first couple of chapters are liable to be on the slow side, like who doesn't know what happened basically to Harry Potter. You have I'm sure been to the cupboard under the stairs a few times as a reader. I will try to make the twists and turns different.
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Chapter 1—The beginning and the end.
Vernon swung his meaty fist at the nine year old Harry Potter aka 'The Freak'. The blow sent the boy hurtling backwards into the wall. That was of no real consequences as the blow had snapped his neck and the impact with the wall also broke his spine. Harry Potter was now dead and yet starting an earthly journey.
Vernon Dursley was not a person to panic. He left for the garage for something to put the body in and missed Tom Riddle's wrath sliding out of Harry's scar leaving in search of the rest of his soul. Wrapping the body in an old rug Vernon threw it in the boot of his car and headed to the local dump where he buried it under the rest of the garbage and headed home for supper.
In the great scheme of things plans were made and prophesies given but the rising spirit at the local dump was never noticed in life but even in death the entity remained unnoticed. This entity was unique in the universe as its magic would not release the spirit. One could say that Harry James Potter was lost and unknown in all the planes of existence yet he now sat on a pile of trash over his body. Many plans and plots had been made over Harry which of course was none of Harry's business so Harry magic only worried about what it knew of the here and now which added up to nothing but survival.
All of this was quite simple, back before Harry's memory started as a baby one small and inconsequential action to keep his loving aunt and uncle happy was the binding of Harry's magic. When the parents binding was not enough to stop accidental magic from happening additional bindings were put on baby Harry's magic when he went to his Aunts to live. A singular binding at low power was allowed, stronger and additional ones were illegally applied by Albus Dumbledore. For eight years Harry's magic could not expand in power which was not normal in a growing magical child. Because of these bindings Harry's magic had few choices, it could die, explode or do something unheard of in its bound state, Harry's decided to become concentrated and form an emergency bubble within Harry. This was the turning point in that Harry's magic had decided its own future.
With these oddities of circumstances Harry's rise was not of a ghost or a spirit but as a magical entity, not dead but as an spirit entity lacking a physical body. Had Harry been taught anything of love, religion or magic he could have made a decision or an intent or wish and moved on but Harry was confused and had been trained not to ask questions or think. Harry's magic took over because in all that lives comes the burning desire to survive. The magic had no other purpose than to survive, but it needed more therefore it took Harry's essence. Harry Potter of course knew nothing of what was happening; all Harry knew was he was here but without a visible body.
Normally it is though that there is a magical core and it is like a bubble inside of a magical's body to be drawn on as necessary for doing magic. It is thought that the soul is similarly and attached to the area of the heart. While arguments could be made that there was such things inside Harry in the end they would be mistaken. The essence of Harry Potter was now integrated in to the entity, the bubble inside him was just installed and was little more like an extra storage depot that the magical body could not hold, an emergency back-up as it were. The truth was that the soul is integrated into the entire physical body and when Harry died his soul left and was replaced by concentrated magic.
The blocks had ruptured at Harry's death, the entity or what is now Harry Potter started to absorb magic that surrounded itself, Harry's moving on to the next Great Adventure was now academic. This entity was now anchored here where survival was possible and that included all that was or is at that time called Harry Potter.
Harry was never given many pleasures of the physical form like eating and had lived off his magic more than any food provided at the Dursley's. Harry Potter needed sustenance so magic reacted and grew stronger and absorbed more magic from the surrounding area, concentrating it for use now and for survival. This became a cycle which caused a more solid visible body to come into existence. Within hours had anyone been looking at the garbage dump they would have seen a child's shape flickering into being and then fading as if it was never there, Harry Potter and the emergency bubble within him was still woefully low.
What am I doing here? Vernon is going to be really mad if he finds me out of my cupboard. I need to get back to Privet drive. These were my thoughts as beatings would soon follow if I was not where I belonged.
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Harry's invisible self appeared in the cupboard under the stairs. Harry fell asleep content that he had avoided any more trouble with Vernon. His body however continued to absorb magic but it had learned only one way to store magic and that was to compact or concentrated the magic. Soon this concentrated magic increased and caused a physical form to appear, that of a physical Harry Potter.
A normal spirit would remain invisible and do its thing from roaming the earth to haunting a broom cupboard under the stairs; Harry's magic had changed all that. When Harry's body was full with concentrated magic he became visible or better said he had a physical body. If he drained the magic off a little bit from his physical body to his reserve he became an invisible spirit. Life was bound to get interesting around this odd being.
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My sleep was interrupted by nightmares. Nightmares were something I had lived with for years but these were different, these were not of Vernon beating me. It was as if a door in my brain had been opened and stupid me walked inside to see what was there. I found memories from magical spells, curses and me killing people. Each memory, when I opened it seemed to seep into the floor of my brain and I felt that it was something that I had always known. I found a castle called Hogwarts and a place called Olivander's wand shop where a phoenix and holly wand was obtained. The next memory was encircled with a black ribbon tying it together. It contained the horrible killing of people so I took all those with black ribbons and locked them in a trunk that I had found and I swore never to open that trunk ever again.
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While Harry's magic was absorbing any and all magic in the area Harry' mind had found that part of his brain where Lord Voldemort had once resided. The residual knowledge of spells, curses and magic were now being assimilated into Harry's consciousness and knowledge banks. These memories were causing the nightmares and a deeper connection to magic which he found he knew more about and its application. Unfortunately Harry was still nine years old and still had to learn how things worked and how society operated, practical application was lacking in the nine year old. All Harry knew of the physical world was how Tom Riddle had grown up and how he had been abused like Harry and the manipulation by Albus Dumbledore. The killings done by Tom was upsetting to Harry's limited ideas of life and living.
Harry did not have the fun of watching his physical body appear and disappear in the cupboard nor the moans he made when he was in his physical form due to the nightmares. Vernon Dursley did hear those moans that next morning.
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Vernon clomped down the stairs and as he passed the cupboard he heard a moan. Not believing in magic or supernatural things the flung open the door to find Harry sound asleep.
"What are you doing back here you Freak, I though I got rid of you yesterday? Crawled back here to die did you?" Logical thinking was not part of Vernon's make-up.
Not thinking he reached in to grab the now awakening Harry Potter. Vernon grabbed empty air as Harry had faded again. This caused Vernon to leap backwards in fear and realization that the Freak was actually dead, being an overstuffed hippopotamus he fell on his fat ass. Harry faded back into the physical world causing Vernon to scream and slam the cupboard door and throw the locks. All that could be heard was a giggling from a nine year old through the slats in the door. Soon a thick sheet of plywood covered what use to be the door of the cupboard under the stairs at #4 Privet Drive. Vernon Dursley was not known for being a rational thinker.
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This is boring sitting here in the dark being dead. Let's see what I can do about all this stuff I found in my head, 'Lumos' why didn't that work? I need to go to where Vernon dumped my body and figure this out at least there it is light.
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Harry had a bit of time so he sorted the information. One big finding was he could only do the things called magic when he was visible and that fact was found by accident. While becoming visible was not difficult nor did it take much energy, what it took was learning how to remaining in this solid form.
Harry's tenth birthday passed in front of a conjured mirror as dancing blue-bell light lit his cupboard. He had perfected his remaining in a solid form and was for the first time trying a few simple spells like the mirror and lights. This was also the first time that magic had been done in the cupboard under the stairs at Privet Drive.
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Even though the plywood was covering the door the sudden starting of muffled yelling was interfering with my concentration on staying physical and doing my next spell, "Ow" that hurts. It appears that magic can hurt me in my physical form. Funny no blood and it healed immediately. More noise, leave it to Vernon to ruin my practicing magic, I guess I will go to my body and play there.
They are all trying to ruin my day, what are all these machines doing here digging up the dump? I wonder why all those men are jumping off their machines and running away? "OH" Riddle's memories talk about ghosts and how muggle's fear them, I best never fade in and out in front of anyone or I could have troubles.
I give up trying to do spells, but I need to go somewhere, Diagon Alley is supposed to be interesting according to my memories. Oh yes! An ice cream parlor, yes, I want some ice cream.
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The owl from Matilda Hopkirk was run off by an irate Vernon, Albus Dumbledore's silver monitor monitoring magic at Privet Drive was screaming. Matilda being a children hater notified Cornelius Fudge, the Prime Minister of Magic, that Harry Potters magical signature had shown up and Potter was using underage magic, the Minister in turn ordered Aurors to Privet Drive.
"Where is Harry Potter?" Asked Albus 'too many names' Dumbledore.
"Stay out of this Albus you have hidden Harry Potter for too long we are here to put him under Ministry control."
"Cornelius might we find the lad before we decide anything, he is only ten years old and not in possession of a wand."
"Well Dursley, where is Potter? Fudge demanded.
"Get out you Freaks there is no Potter here and I demand you leave immediately."
"Aurors, search the place and put this lout under arrest for interfering with a Ministry investigation." Fudge was gifted with a right hook to the nose before the Aurors could reach a fuming Vernon Dursley.
Being the intelligent leaders of the Magical world the thick plywood was not removed to see what was on the other side. They did a "Homus Revilius' and when Harry was not found they hauled the Dursley family off for questioning. Fudge was helped to St. Mungo.
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They are indeed trying to ruin my day; you need money to get ice cream. I search my memories and there are Galleons as money but it's with all the Goblins in Gringotts. That guy Riddle that left all those memories didn't have money in Gringotts but I might, no harm in asking.
Dam! I best review all those memories he left, except those in the trunk, there is things I should know. These little things called Goblins are about nasty looking. "Excuse me but could you tell me if I have any money in this bank?"
"Key please"
"I don't have a key; I just want to know if I have any money in this bank.
"Cut your finger and put it on this parchment, your blood will tell me if you have a vault, hurry up you are wasting my time."
I was about to say that I don't have any blood but I put my finger on the parchment and I could tell it was not the blood but the magic in the blood that this test was about. I pushed a little magic into the finger and the parchment did its thing.
"Here is your key to your trust vault, you will not be able to access your two family vaults until you turn seventeen, do you wish to visit your trust vault or do you wish to waste more of my time?."
"Yes please, oh what are the vault numbers of my family vaults?"
"Vaults five and twelve, follow Griphook, he will take you to your trust vault."
"Thank you, you have been quite kind and of great assistance." I figured anything that grumpy would be insulted by my last comment.
The ride was the best ride I have ever had, even if it was my first. I found a bag in the vault and filled it with Galleons and tipped Griphook with a couple of Galleons and left the bank. I headed to the ice cream parlor and ate and ate; there was a good side to being solid in the physical world.
As I gorged myself with ice cream I started reviewing those memories, especially about Diagon Alley. Seemed the poor slob Riddle was poor and was on a budget but some things he drooled over and one was a trunk that would fit my purposes. The trunk was shrinkable and the insides were expanded so I bought one. Tell me I can't have access to my family vaults. I had a family and I was not going to miss seeing anything about them.
I 'faded' into vault twelve and found more Galleons and a lot of old junk. There were things that caught my eye like a jeweled encrusted sword but at my age I couldn't lift the stupid thing no less use it. That made me think that I had automatically made my physical body like the nine year old that I was when Vernon off'ed me, could I change what I looked like now?
Vault five was my kind of vault. There was tons of Galleons but also a lot of books. The Dursely's made sure I never had anything and heaven help me if I did better that Dudley in school. I had found a way not to be bored in my cupboard.
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It didn't take long to realize that Vernon had killed Harry Potter and was sent to muggle prison for life. Petunia Dursley was found guilty of child abuse and sentenced to a year in muggle prison. Dudley Dursley was mind wiped and sent to an orphanage.
Harry Potter was enjoying his books in his cupboard under the stairs. Harry made sure he alway took his trunk and all his books when he left to make sure Vernon never got anything from him ever again. He found that these were Potter books and gave him a larger understanding of some of the memories he had processed. Never having venturing past the plywood cover on his door Harry never realized that the house at Privet Drive was empty.