I got this challenge from an awesome writer, TheSilverboar, so yeah let's get this thing started.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the multiple personalities and oc characters

Dumbledore bashing, Weasly Bashing, Grey-ish Harry, Helpful Gringots.

Chapter 1: More Than Harry

Harry James Potter laid on his stomach, on an island, in the middle of a storm. Why? So he wouldn't feel the excruciating pain in his back that was caused by his uncle's belt. That, and to stay at least somewhat out of the way.

It all started because of a simple letter. Well, maybe not simple, but that's beside the point. His uncle lost his marbles, renting out a dinghy in the middle of a storm, and rowing to a small shack on an island. The small shack, which had no heating, was absolutely freezing. Dudley and Harrys' Aunt and Uncle had the luxury of blankets.

Harry did not.

What Harry did have, was something that is yet to be revealed. What it did for him, or rather, what they do for him, is something quite special. Magic can have an interesting side effect with human diseases. In some ways, it can be disastrously bad.

Or in this case, it can have the best effect. In this case, it mutated a mental disorder that most muggles call "Multiple Personality Disorder". Magicals have never encountered this disorder. Well, not that they know of at least.

Harry laid on his stomach, unable to sleep because of his back, when the shack shook with the force of an earthquake (or perhaps the force of a giant? :D). Vernon stumbled down the stairs, shaking while holding a shotgun.

"W-who's there?" he managed to get out.

As if waiting for words, the house shook again. Harry, realizing a possible threat, went behind the couch that was to his right, completely out of sight from the possible intruder. Well, he would be if the person opened the door normally.

The door blew inwards. Literally, it flew a good 3 feet before touching the ground. A man of ginormous proportions stepped through menacingly.

"Sorry 'bout that. Don' know me own strength sometimes." He grunted out, while lifting the door back in place. (AN: I'm making Hagrid a bit more battle hardened and experienced in a battle for a couple reasons I'll explain later). The man scanned the room, searching for someone. He caught sight of the couch, and made to move over to it.

Vernon, however, wasn't having any of that, "I demand you leave this instant! You're breaking and entering, and if you don't leave immediately I will –"

"Oh shut up Dursely, you old prune," the man interrupted, bending the barrel of the shotgun.

Needless to say, Vernon's pants gave hints to the possibility he had prune juice earlier. The Dursely's themselves ran up a floor to the bedroom. The man chuckled and turned again to the couch.

Harry was shocked. This man just bent a shotgun barrel! The amount of sheer strength needed to do so with little strain is humongous! Harry knew that the man was immensely strong, and knew that if he was sent to do harm, Harry couldn't do anything to stop him.

Before he could even say a word, the man said "Well there yer are Arry, figured you be behin here. Only otha place, you see. Now," he sat down and lit a fire with his umbrella, "I'm here to deliver ye letter, may have been a little over the top sending so many, but with no response…" he threw his hands in exasperation.

"So," Harry began hesitantly, "you're not here to hurt me?"

"Course not!" the man said indignantly, "Why on earth would I do that? No, I, Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of keys and groundskeeper of Hogwarts, am here to deliver yer letter. Of course, ye know all bout Hogwarts."

"Um, sorry no." Harry disagreed quietly, "My uncle didn't show me the letter."

"WHAT?! YE DON KNOW YER HERITAGE? DURSELY, IVE A MIND TO SHOW YE EXACTLY WHAT I THINK OF THAT! WHEN I GET ME HANDS ON YE…" Hagrid stopped himself, though he did continue muttering darkly.

"Um, what exactly is Hogwarts? And how'd you create that fire with just your umbrella?" Harry asked slowly.

"With magic of course! How do you think ye survived that curse?" Hagrid grumbled out.

"What curse?" Harry questioned, getting more and more confident as the questions as the minutes ticked by.

"The killing curse! Yer parents both died to that curse, Merlin, hundreds of people have. Yet ye survived, didn' ye?" Hagrid exclaimed.

"My parents died in a car crash," Harry said quietly to the man.

"CAR CRASH? A CAR CRASH KILL LILY AND JAMES POTTER? THAT'S A SCANDAL, DURSELY YER IN THE," Hagrid then went into a string of profanities that the author didn't want this early in the story.

"Oh, er, best not mention that to anyone, if ye could. Especially at Hogwarts, I'm technically not allowed to do magic." Hagrid said after calming down a smidge.

"Don't worry Hagrid," Harry reassured, "your secret is safe with me."

"Good," he grunted out, "now let's get going, shall we?"

Hagrid walked over to the door, and perhaps to let out some frustration, punched the door forward. The Dursely's wouldn't have a warm night sleep while at that shack, as the door splintered and crumbled at the force of Hagrid.

"Good riddance to bad rubbish," Vernon grumbled, thinking Hagrid was out of hearing range.

He wasn't.

"I'LL BE BACK FOR YE DURSLEY, BE IT TOMMORO OR DECADES FROM NOW, ILL BE BACK," Hagrid roared, "AND I'LL CRUSH WHAT LITTLE BONES YOU DO HAVE!"

"Can we just go Hagrid? I have a feeling that this will go on forever if we don't just go." Harry muttered with his head down.

"O' of course Harry! Sorry about losing me temper, but him saying those things… well, it gets to me, tha's all." Hagrid explained in a rush. "But know one thing Harry…"

Harry looked up.

"You'll always have me in yer corner. It's partially my fault yer in these, animals possession. Know that I'll never forgive myself, and I'll never willingly let ye go back here." Hagrid told him firmly, looking Harry straight in the oh so Lily like eyes.

Those eyes seemed to flicker, and a new expression took hold. An expression that was rarely seen, an expression that only showed up in times of great stress or happiness.

The expression was determination. His features seemed to be carved from stone, and he wasn't quite the shy boy he was a few seconds ago. He was determined to live a life without the Dursely's, and he would fight tooth and nail to accomplish that.

Hagrid narrowed his eyes a little, then burst into a wide smile.

"Did ye know ye have yer mothers' eyes?"