/ Will be Hisoka x HP
/May be some H x HP x Illumi Z. or H x Hp x Voldemort later on maybe all four, I don't know, this will definitely be slashy fun though. I will probably post a warning in the header of slash chapters and mark it out inside as well, so don't like, don't read
/Name: Hadrian 'Harry' James Potter, A.K.A. Prongslet
/Age of the hunt: 15 deaged to
/(School years will be fast forwarded through for the most part)
I own nothing
Chap 1 No more
Harry Potter rarely escaped outside the confines of the Dursley household, or the gilded cage Hogwarts represented. The past 14 years of his existence has been confined to the cookie cutter house on privet drive, number 4 to be exact; or a fantastical castle where an old coot plots his manipulative schemes. The Dursleys, his relatives, like to present themselves as the epitome of normal, and as Harry is a Potter he does not fit into that picture frame. Dumbledore likes to pay the genial grandfather while he manipulates people like pawns across a chessboard.
For the last 15 years Petunia, his aunt, has told the neighborhood he was a sickly little boy, and wasn't able to leave the house. However inside the confines of the house a completely different story has unfolded. Since he was dropped off at the Dursleys on a cold November night, Harry Potter has resided in the small boot cupboard under the stairs. The space is outfitted with a ratty cot that originally belonged to a crib, and the thin blue baby blanket he came in. He learned early on in his first years of life that crying only brought more pain. Vernon would just kick the cupboard door and spiders would drop down from the ceiling and bite into his soft flesh.
The only time he was taken from the cupboard was during the night after the smell had gotten to be too much. he was fed once a day, and given water twice a day. The first time he was allowed outside his cupboard was when he was four years old, and his relatives had decided he was old enough to do the chores around the house. he learned those quickly too. Anytime he didn't either complete a task on his list, or didn't complete it correctly, there would be a punishment.
The punishments ranged upon the severity of the crime, the most regular punishment was the withholding of food, and being locked in the cupboard, with the occasional beating or whipping to get the message to 'sink in'. The first time he was told to cook he burnt the food, Vernon held his hand on the stove until the flesh was blackened in it's blistering. Once he was even chained outside to the tree, like one of Marge's dogs, who happened to be Vernon's sister.
One time, when he was 6, a broken plate he had dropped mended itself right in front of them as he cowered, waiting for his punishment. That was when one of the worst punishments he had ever received occurred, he was branded. Vernon had taken a hot iron firewood poker and pressed the metal to his flesh, searing the skin on top. In bold letters across his back, squarely in between his shoulder blades, the word freak was spelled out for anyone that might ever get close enough to see.
Since Harry turned 8 he had began relying upon his freakishness to help his. The sheer amount of work he was required to do, day to day, required it, otherwise he would've been dead by now. He knew how to direct it into doing a task out of sight of his relatives, and make it stop if they came anywhere near it. It almost acted like a puppy, eager to please, and quick to defend its master. he learned to receive little pings on how his freakishness responded to his requests or other people's intentions.
Then one day a Giant showed up and took his to a magical world. Harry had been ecstatic at first; he finally had proof he wasn't a freak. As the years went on though, he started to wish that he hadn't been dragged into the Wizarding World. At 11 he had become the youngest seeker in the world, faced a troll, stumbled upon a three headed giant dog, had a run in with a incorporeal Moldyshorts, saved a unicorn, exchanged words with a couple centaurs, solved all the teachers traps, saved the stone, and ridded Voldy of his host.
At 12 he had escaped his abusive relatives after sending an SOS to the Weasley Twins who busted his out with their flying car, met the Weasley family, was manhandled by Cockfart the fraud, forced to arrive by floo to Hogwarts with professor Snape after the barrier closed his out, learned that he was a parselmouth, got accused of being the heir of Slytherin, got attacked by a crazy house elf, followed spiders into an acromantula nest, spoke to aragog the acromantula, fought his way out of the acromantula nest liberated Cockfart of his memories, got bit by a big ass snake, killed a big ass snake, killed a memory trapped in a diary, and freed a crazy house elf.
At 13 he had been attacked by dementors on the train, learned the patronus, found out he had a godfather who had betrayed his parents, traded Divination for Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, rode a Hippogriff, saved malfoy from being hippogriff chow, discovered his dogfather who was convicted of a crime he didn't commit, got attacked by a werewolf, got sent back in time by Dumblefuck, saved a hippogryff battled 100 dementors and winning single handedly, and busted a 'deranged' criminal out of a ministry guarded holding cell.
At 14 he had been caught up in a death eater attack, had some serious nightmares, got placed in a death tournament against his will, talked a nesting mother dragon into giving him a golden egg, attended a ball with a bulgarian wizard from Durmstrang, had people flinging spells at him left and right for him being attracted to his same sex, swam with mermaids and grindylows, beat a sphinx, won the final task, got portkeyed to a graveyard with a homunculi of Voldemort, got tied to a statue above the grave of Voldemort's father, was used unwillingly in the ritual to revive Voldemort, got tortured with a crucio from Voldemort, escaped, was taken into the ministry for questioning.
Got taken by a psycho pink toad of a woman named Umbridge, was forced to carve 'I must not tell lies' into his hand permanently through use of a blood quill, was rescued by Madame Bones, and now he was going to pack and then head to Gringotts to solicit some help in getting the hell outta dodge.
Harry Potter was so tired of the wizarding world. He had hoped when he found out he was a wizard that he'd be able to escape his relatives abuse and make his own way in life. That however was not the case. As soon as he entered the WW he got expectations thrown upon him with people having already decided who he was, what he was going to do, and who he was going to be. Not only that, but he was put in life threatening situations again and again. He knew something fishy was going on; the hat hadn't wanted to put him in slytherin for no reason, he was smart.
Harry knew Dumblefuck had deliberately put him in those situations, and had purposefully not lifted a finger to help him, or even train him, though Dumbles still expected him to face Voldemort and come out on top. Harry had more self preservation than that, and it didn't sit right with him to blindly follow someone who put him in life threatening situations over and over again, so he was going to leave this world to it's own devices. In his opinion they deserved exactly what they got for sticking their heads in the sand and not making anything better when they'd had peace. As long as he was left out of any conflict he was leaving Voldy alone.
Harry was swiftly moving to the room of requirement that Siri had shown him this past year. He arrived and asked the room to give him anything he might need to escape and live on his own for an unforeseen amount of time. He opened the door. Inside the room was piled with books, bags, tents, potions, potions supplies, and weapons that had been lost or hidden over the years. Harry let out a laugh as he'd hoped Hogwarts would provide for him as it always did.
First he went to the assortment of bags and pouches, they were all undetectably extended so he chose a satchel and five pouches, all imbued with featherlight charms for easy carrying. He went to the tents next, and upon seeing that they were wizarding tents he had to tour each one so he could find the one that best suited his needs. In the end he chose a tent thats description showed that whenever it was occupied wards would erect camouflaging the tent, repelling muggles and aggressively defending a 3 meter perimeter from all sides. It has 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, a kitchen, a living room, a library/study, a potions lab, a dungeon, and a vault all fully furnished in a tasteful style. He left it set up so that he could pack the potions things and books he probably wouldn't need to access immediately in a crisis.
Harry then moved to the pile of weapons, here he took one of the bottomless pouches and stuffed every single weapon there into it. He had guns, maces, katanas, swords, daggers, iron knuckles, bows and arrows, crossbows, and a few he hadn't even known existed. He placed the weapons pouch into the satchel after labeling it and strapped a wickedly sharp dagger in a sheath to one thigh, and a loaded pistol with an attached silencer to the other. He strapped a dragon hide leather wand holster to his forearm, which seemed to have notice me not and anti-theft spells imbued into it. He had kept the sword of Gryffindor aside and, after finding a sheath that fit it, placed it in the satchel for easier access, constant vigilance and all.
Harry went over to the potions supplies and, after charming all the vials unbreakable, levitated them all into the tents potion labs. The ingredients and the finished potions split and stored themselves on opposite sides of the room, and as they all were helpfully labeled the cupboards sorted them alphabetically into their confines. He kept out a few, like essence of dittany, a bezoar, a vial of felix felicis, and a blood replenisher, and kept them in his satchel. He packed all the books into the library only keeping a healing tome, a book on wilderness survival, and a book on offensive and defensive grey battle spells.
Next he called some of the houselves he knew and asked them to fill the remaining four bottomless pouches with all the food and drink he'd need for the next two years under preservation charms so that it would still be as fresh as when they caught, plucked, baked, or bought it. Then he had them fill the tent's kitchen with premade meals, and all of the butterbeer, firewhiskey, and elvish wine in the forgotten Hogwarts cellar under the same charms. Harry fished out a thermos of his favorite japanese styled onion soup and a tin foil wrapped roast beef sandwich on italian bread to keep accessible in his satchel, and then deconstructed the tent to stuff it in after.
Now that Harry had deemed himself sufficiently ready to leave he called for Dobby who was oh so excited to be taking Mr. Harry Potter sir to meet with the cruel and cunning cave dwellers called goblins. Harry was determined to make this the first day of the rest of his life. To do that though he needed to meet with the goblins so he could consult with them the best way to proceed.