AN: This is my first fic, please don't kill me.

Disclamer: I don't own Harry Potter only this story

"What?"

Harry Potter was confused. He was sitting across from the headmaster of Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school he had been going to for the past 5 years of his life. Of course, he had been a student, but that, apparently, was about to change.

"After what I saw last year, with you leading the DA, I want you to teach here. I feel like you'd do just fine and it'd be beneficial for the students." the headmaster explained.

There was a long pause as Harry thought about it. He had liked teaching the class, and the members did do exceptionally well that year...

"What about me, how will I keep taking the class?" he replied

"I'll have professor snape-"

"NO!" Harry yelled

"I don't think I understand." Dumbledore said politely

'Damnit, I have to reset the spell' Dumbledore had been placing all different kinds of spells on Harry from mental blockers to magic blockers on harry ever since the night his parents died just like he had planned.

"All that sorry excuse for a wizard ever did was hate me, ever since I've known him! I asked how i'd keep taking the class not torture!"

"Surly he isn't that ba-"

"Don't give me that crap! Yes he was!"

"Okay, just calm down. I'll arrange for Professor flitwick to teach you."

"Alright...I'll do it"

"Splendid! The Professors meet every year at the front of the train. Please meet us there and remember to make your syllabus and turn it in to me."

"Okay, have a nice day professor." Harry said as he turned to leave.

When he was turned around Dumbledore fired a spell at him, but Harry bent down to tie his shoe. The spell he had fired was very magically taxing, and he would need another 10 seconds to fire it again. Just as he was ready to fire it again, Harry walked out of the office and the spell hit the door.

"DAMNIT!"

Harry came back in to see if he was okay."Are you okay Professor?"

"Yes I am fine, just dropped a lemon drop." he lied with a smile.

"Okay, bye." Harry said and left.

Harry was sitting on his bed at his relatives' house.

'Why do they hate me so much, what did I do to them?' Harry thought.

'I mean, yeah i'm a wizard, but that shouldn't be enough to completely hate my guts, should it? I tried to be nice to them when I was little, but all they did was hate me even more!'

His thoughts were interrupted by a regal looking owl tapping on his window. He got up to open the window and noticed it was a gringotts owl. 'i've never gotten a gringotts owl before.'

when he touched the letter he felt a sharp sting on his thumb. "ow!" he noticed the letter flashed red, then green, then yellow, then blue, then it just glowed before it stopped. He cautiously opened the letter and read:

Dear Lord Potter

Since today is your birthday, you can now be officially emancipated and receive your heritage of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Griffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Emrys. We would like to met as soon as possible.

Sincerly, Ripclaw, Manager of heritage.

"What?"

For the second time that day, Harry potter was dumbfounded. His mind was racing with thoughts, including, 'how am I lord potter?', 'How could I forget today is my birthday?', 'there's no way i'm the heir of all those houses.', and 'What house is Emrys?'

He quickly wrote a reply saying that he would be able to met tomorrow at 3 am.

'what kind of summer is this?'

AN: Is this too short? Is it good? is it bad? please review and tell me. thanks!