A Potter No More

by AceofRavens

A Seventh Year Ravenclaw spreads his wings and breaks free of his cage... The story of a young man forgotten as his younger sister is lauded for his accomplishment. The Heir of Merlin and Morgana will set the record straight though, and it will be with style...BAMF Harry, Wrong Child Who Lived

1. Chapter 1

A Potter No More

I do not own Harry Potter, much to my regret, as that would have me set for life, Hehehe…

Chapter 1: Where it all began…

For as long as he could remember, it had always been Rosie this, Rosie that, look at what Rosie accomplished. He was the eldest, and the Heir to the family, yet ever since the night that Voldemort had been defeated he had been pushed aside and forgotten about, all because they had believed Dumbledore when he had pronounced his little sister the one who had defeated the Dark Lord.

Sighing as he remembered the look on his parents faces when he had had more than enough magic to receive a letter to go to Hogwarts, he shook his head as he walked down Diagon Alley to Gringott's. At least the Goblins had always dealt fairly with him, and the sad thing about that was the fact that they despised most wizards and they showed it openly, at least as long as you knew what to look for.

His first three years at Hogwarts had shown him three things: First and foremost was that he would never be seen as himself to anyone, he would always just be the older brother to the Girl-Who-Lived. Secondly was that no matter what he achieved or accomplished that he would never be able to have his parent's acknowledgement, let alone their praise. As far as receiving their love, he had given up on feeling like he was even a part of their family like that years before. The last thing that he'd realized was that when they finally came to the realization that he was the one who had defeated the Dark Lord that night, due to the love that he'd once had for his sister, which would immediately lose him any and all control he had in his life.

Ironically enough, he had come to realize the last point very early on in his life, and he had started preparing from the time he was eight years old. Harry had started off by learning and mastering Occlumency by the time he was nine, which had given him some side benefits, like an eidetic memory, and learning how to portray false memories and thoughts that would show an invader exactly what he wanted to see and nothing else.

It was while he was learning Occlumency that he had discovered two major things, one that excited him and one that angered him greatly. The good thing that he had discovered was that he had more than one compatible Animagus form, while the bad was that someone had bound his core down even more tightly than an infant lock. That had led him to finding a place at Potter Manor that wouldn't allow any magic to harm anything or anyone, and had chipped away at the binding until just after his ninth birthday he had finally broken it down enough that it finally shattered.

The only good thing about having undone the binding the way that he had, was that with the internal struggle of breaking it down while his core was still in its early developmental stages was that it tripled the amount of growth he normally would have seen. What this meant for him was that his first two maturities would happen sooner, and the duration of each of them would last longer, meaning that he would more than likely end up stronger than he originally be by almost an order of magnitude.

This had lead him to learn that children don't have incidents of accidental magic, they have uncontrolled bursts of wandless magic. Training himself into the ground on a regular basis only led him to confirm this theory, as the more he dove into the Family Library, the more he learned and the more he was able to learn how to do wandlessly. It had been in a book that he had found on the theory of magic, that if one had a strong enough will and a creative enough imagination that they could literally make almost anything happen without any wand movement or incantation.

By the time he had reached the age of eleven, he had learned and mastered the spells and curriculum of a Fourth year at Hogwarts, and he was looking forward to learning even more. Going to Diagon Alley was quite the eye-opening experience for him as well, as he had learned quite a bit more than he had expected from his trip in more ways than one.

Upon arriving at the Leaky Cauldron, he had swiftly made his exit unnoticed, and headed straight for one of the tellers at Gringott's. After stunning one of the Goblins into silence by giving a proper greeting, he had promptly received first class service, and had a meeting with his family's account manager, BloodClaw.

Once again, stunning his Account Manager, he had quickly asked to have a Heritage and Ability test done, and the results had been nothing short of astounding.

FLASHBACK

"You cannot be serious, me, the Magical Heir to Merlin AND Morgana?"

There was a stunned silence, aside from the ruffling of parchment as he was handed the results to see for himself.

Sure enough, there were the results, written in his own blood.

NAME: HARRY JAMES POTTER

PARENTS: JAMES CHARLUS POTTER – FATHER, LILLIAN MARIE POTTER nee EVANS – MOTHER

HEIR TO: NOBLE AND ANCIENT HOUSE OF POTTER, THE MOST REVERED AND ROYAL HOUSE OF MYRRDIN (MAGICAL HEIR), THE MOST REVERED AND ROYAL HOUSE OF LeFAY (MAGICAL HEIR)

MAGICAL CORE INDEX : 0-50 MUGGLE, 51-100 SQUIB, 101-250 WITCH OR WIZARD, 251-400 SORCERER OR SORCERESS, 401-500 GRAND SORCERER OR SORCERESS, 501-650 MAGI, 651-750 GRAND MAGI, 751-1000 ARCHMAGI

CORE INDEX OF HARRY JAMES POTTER: CURRENTLY – 469 GRAND SORCERER (AFTER FIRST MATURITY), AFTER SECOND MATURITY - ~750 GRAND MAGI, AFTER FINAL MATURITY - ~915 ARCHMAGI

ABILITIES:

METAMORPHMAGUS

MULTI-ANIMAGUS – FORMS UNLOCKED: HAAST'S EAGLE, EGYPTIAN RUBY COBRA, AND DIRE WOLF (WITH ANOMALY)

PARSELTONGUE

PARSELMAGIC

WANDLESS MAGIC

MISCELLANEOUS: SOUL FRAGMENT IN SCAR TISSUE, REMNANT OF TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

FLASHBACK END

That had led to him being hurried to a ritual room and cleansed of the Horcrux, as well as all of the others being cleansed as well. Harry had later found out that the main portion of Voldemort had survived and would until someone got rid of him permanently.

After all that was said and done, he visited his vault, once he'd had them all consolidated, gathered his Head of House rings for both Myrrdin and LeFay, and had himself quietly emancipated, meaning that until he announced that fact, it would remain unknown.

The last thing he'd done after getting a couple hundred platinum coins known as Claymores, worth one hundred galleons apiece, as well as dozen or so Schooners, each pale red coin worth a thousand and one Galleons, and tossing them in a bag, was to have a brand new key made for his vault so that he was the ONLY person who could get in.

From there he wandered about the alley, making a couple of important stops, and places like a luggage store for a multi-compartment trunk and a multi-compartment library trunk. Once he was done there it was off to Twilfit and Tattings, then Flourish and Blotts, and the next to last stop was at the Magical Menagerie, where he was drawn to a pair of cages in the back. There he stopped and looked into a pair of deep blue eyes, and raised his hand almost on auto-pilot to ruffle the fur of what appeared to be a kitten of some sort. As soon as he felt the fur, he let his magic flow down his arm and into his fingers, allowing the kitten to get a 'taste' of his magic in order to find out if it was acceptable to the young cat.

He felt the bond snap into place almost immediately afterward and without a second thought reached for the cage door and let her out. Once that was completed, he turned to the other cage and saw one of the most beautiful serpents he had ever seen, with rings of black and red. Repeating the same process, he was rewarded by a bite and a brief pain, followed by deep and unfamiliar warmth. Picking her up, he gently set her across his shoulders and allowed her to coil around his upper chest and shoulders. Carrying them up to the sales counter, and paying for their carriers, food, and a few toys were rather blurry memories for a time, simply because he was fascinated by how fast the bond was formed.

The stop that he had saved for last, was Ollivander's, and with the day being almost over, he felt that it was time to stop dawdling and get back to the Manor. As he walked through the door, he let out a pulse of magic and got back a couple of feeble results, and sighed mentally as he had reasoned that something like this might happen.

Turning to face the wandmaker as he seemingly appeared out of nowhere; Harry smiled at him and bowed his head slightly. "Good evening Mr. Ollivander, I'm here for my wand."

Grinning in pleasure at the prospect of dealing with a unique customer, Garrick bowed his head in greeting. "A pleasure it is to see you, Harry Potter. I find myself surprised to find you able to try to locate your wand by resonance, might I enquire as to how your search went?"

Grimacing slightly, Harry sighed and his shoulders slumped. "Not well, not well at all. There were a couple of rather weak connections, but not a single one that felt right." Turning his face upwards to the elderly looking wandmaker, he asked with some trepidation, "What do we do now?"

Smiling broadly, Garrick placed a worn hand on the young boys shoulder. "Fret not, young Harry, as I have encountered this situation before and while it is almost always a challenge as the witch or wizard is often more powerful or intelligent than most others, I find that it is a challenge that I enjoy, because the results are quite a pleasure to behold."

Gently guiding the young wizard to the back of the store, he opened a door to his crafting workshop, pleased to see the look of awe and wonder on the boy's face. With his aura sight ability he had seen that while hardworking, intelligent and powerful, that Harry had faced some of the worst conditions for any child to grow up in: neglect, a lack of loving care, thirsting for care, affection and attention. Fortunately, he had not turned to the darkness in his heart, as many would have, but had strived for excellence, turning to improving himself, changing and growing into a powerful and quite smart young man.

Walking forward in front of Harry, Garrick headed for the desk that dominated the scenery in his shop. Reaching down, he picked up a small, silvery-blue orb and held it out to Harry. "Take this orb, and you will have accomplished the first step in a creation that will be as unique as you are. This orb," releasing it into the young man's grip, "is called a determiner orb. It has the unique ability to show the finished wand or stave, which is important for both the wielder as well as the crafter."

Focusing his magic as gently as possible, Harry gazed down at the orb, his emerald green eyes, unhindered by unflattering lenses no longer, and glazed over as they looked down at, but didn't see the orb itself. Silently Garrick inhaled harshly, as he had only heard of this type of event to have occurred a handful of times, and seen it even fewer in his long life.

It would appear that Harry Potter had a connection to his magic that was innate, and because of that, he would be more in tune with the spells that he cast, wrenching the most use and most energy for his spells with but the tiniest drop of his own power. That wasn't to say that he was a weak, but intelligent wizard, oh by Merlin, no! This young man before him was what most considered being a Focal Point in the Tapestry. One who could be a force of change either for good or for evil; and at this point Garrick Ollivander knew that this wizard in front of him would go and do many great things.

As he came back from his musing, he watched as the image of a staff most handsome came forth from the orb. It appeared to have at least three woods, all spiraling upwards from the base, one a pale, rosy red; another was a deep golden honey, and the third was a vibrant yet satiny purple. Each was ornately wrought in a different way; the red wood was designed as spiraling flames, winding higher and higher; the golden one was more in tune with the sources of the wood, with the appearance of bark and branches and leaves seemingly growing from this wood; the purple-red appearance of the third wood was styled like a serpent from the foot of the staff to the crown, with a bird of prey with eyes of gemstones as the cap piece.

Chuckling throatily, Garrick quickly waved for the orb and motioned the young man forward to the eastern wall of his shop and gave him instructions. Turning, the young man closed his eyes and carefully held his hand over the blocks of wood, and found the first two rather quickly: a block of honey yellow Alder, and a rose pink block of Pink Ivory. The last piece seemed to be tricky, and Garrick was stunned to hear the eldest Potter child hissing under his breath and heard a clear response.

Shortly after the hissing stopped, he saw the head of a rather striking cobra hybrid pop out from around his neck and scent the difference in two blocks of what appeared to be Purple Heart. Once the snake had pointed to one of the blocks in his hands, it quickly retreated to the warmth of its wizard, and Harry set the block down in front of the wandmaker.

Tilting his head to the side in an inquisitive fashion, Harry was wondering why Mr. Ollivander hadn't reacted more negatively to his peculiar ability and promptly asked about that. "My boy, just because the more prominent users of said ability are evil does not make the skill evil. To prove a point, there was an ancient Greek Magi, by the name of Asclepius who was a Parselmouth, and used Parselmagic to heal others. There are few enough others who are told about throughout history who have also used the ability for good and useful purposes. Now, I just need you to repeat the process you just used for the wood, over there on the western wall to find your core or cores."

Smiling in gratitude, he nodded and complied, swiftly moving in the direction indicated. This time the finding was relatively quick, and he brought three items over and set them down. A vial of boomslang venom, a Thestral hair, and the most unexpected was a Veela hair. Looking up at the man, he sighed briefly and requested an empty vial, and once produced, spoke to his serpentine familiar. "Celeste, may I have some of your venom for my staff?"

Receiving an unspoken affirmative, he held the vial up and carefully milked a small amount before handing the vial over. Running his hands over the wondrous mix of woods and cores, Ollivander chuckled lowly. "I dare say that this will be a wondrous beauty when I am through, and will be quite the powerful focus once complete. You may stay and watch, but I must ask for a vow of silence, as there are many things that you will see that cannot be spoken of outside these walls."

Taking a moment, Harry nodded before smirking mischievously. "Only if in turn that you take a vow not to tell anyone what materials were used in the making of my focus and not mention to anyone that it was a staff."

Bursting out into laughter, Garrick nodded before complying. Once he had received Harry's oath in turn, he smiled broadly at the young man. "Bravo Mr. Potter, Bravo. If I wasn't so certain that you would end up a Raven, I would say that with cunning like you just showed you would be headed to Slytherin."

Over the next half an hour, Harry took in the sight of a Master at work, and was astounded at the way the older man worked. The finished product was as Garrick had predicted and was quite a sight to look upon. Nearly six feet in length, the detail work was astonishing in its intricacy, and Harry was hesitant for a moment in picking it up.

Shaking off the momentary surge of inadequacy, the young Heir of Merlin and Morgana calmly reached out and grasped the staff. Neither of them was expecting the results that they got, as blue and bronze smoke poured forth from the staff and formed into the shape of a dragon. Smiling brightly, Harry bowed to Garrick and reached into his money pouch and palmed several coins. Handing them to him, the younger man waved his hand out in front of him to halt the older man's protests and walked out the door. As the last Ollivander looked down at his palm, he shook his head at the kid's generosity, for sitting in the palm of his hand were two stacks of five Claymores.

APNM

The first three years at Hogwarts flew by for him, from his sorting into Ravenclaw, to dominating the scores at the end of each year's exams. Third year was even better for him as he was able to delve into Ancient Runes and Arithmancy. The three courses he excelled at were Ancient Runes, Potions, and Transfiguration, not to say that he was a slouch in any of his other courses, but those three were where he really shone.

Even though he struggled his first year with the remnants of desiring his families love and support, by the time he had entered his fourth year, he had given it up as a lost cause. It wasn't so much giving up, but more letting them go, since they had made their decision.

The real troubles for him began during his fourth year, which was his little sister Rosaline's first year. She had walked in like she owned the school and had acted like she was God's gift to the Wizarding World. Of course she got sorted into Gryffindor, just like her mother and father, and even his Godfather; Sirius Black had gotten her something in order to congratulate her.

Of course he got the first thing that should have come to him early on in the year, and that was the Invisibility cloak that had been handed down from parent to firstborn since before recorded history. He had come upon it during a late night stroll to think about the way things had been going, shortly after he had heard her and a couple other students had gotten caught out of bounds. Picking it up and recognizing it for what it truly was, he had pocketed it, and sent it off to the Goblins to have it checked over for anything out of the ordinary, before having it deposited in his vault for safe-keeping.

Then there was the whole fiasco at the end of the year where she had nearly gotten herself and her little friends killed trying to save Flamel's Philosopher's stone. Smirking mentally as he recalled the meeting that he'd had with the Alchemist that summer, due to having removed the stone earlier in the year and replacing it with a very convincing fake, he had learned quite a bit from the man and his wife, Perenelle, who happened to be one of the world's foremost authorities on rituals and Ancient Runes.

Then came his Fifth year, which almost seemed to be a normal year, until the petrification of various students had occurred, which of course intrigued the young man. Having a huge amount of common sense helped him to deduce where the attacks were coming from shortly before Christmas, and he spent the Christmas holiday there, determined to figure it all out. Descending down into the bowels of the school, he was awed to find the Chamber of Secrets, and was stunned to find that the creature that was wreaking so much havoc was a Basilisk of enormous proportions.

Being as advanced as he was in theoretical Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, he managed to devise a runic chain that once activated would send an alert to the person who had activated it without alerting anyone who had passed it. Figuring that anyone who had access, which was limited to anyone able to speak Parseltongue, would believe that no one else could find this place, he decided to leave some of the complex rune alarms that he had created that would allow him to know the next time someone came down here.

In the end he was able to stop the serpent's attacks less than a month after the holidays, when the alert was tripped while he was on his way to lunch. Without wasting a second, he rushed to a secret passage that he'd recently discovered, where he threw on the invisibility cloak and headed out towards Moaning Myrtle's loo. Once there he realized that he had just missed whoever it was, but could hear their footsteps coming from down below. Once he'd determined which way they were going, he swiftly cast all the anti-detection spells that he knew and levitated himself down the pipe. Reaching into his mokeskin bag once he'd gotten to the bottom, the young man pulled out a Goblin steel blade that he'd found in his vaults and continued forward.

Catching up to a shorter figure in Gryffindor colors puzzled him for a moment, at least until he heard her voice. It had something far older and masculine underlying her young tones, and it dawned on him that it must be some type of possession. It didn't click in his mind until he saw the tiara lying on her head, and he nearly saw red as he recalled a conversation that he had with the Ravenclaw ghost, Helena Ravenclaw, who was the daughter of Rowena.

Recognizing the diadem for what it was, he instantly connected the dots between who had possessed the girl, and knew what had corrupted the diadem. Slipping through the final door right behind the redhead, making no noise whatsoever, he waited to see what happened from there. In short order the young lady had opened the mouth of the statue, hissing at in Parseltongue, once again with that weird undertone, after which the mighty serpent slithered from its den.

Slowly levitating himself over the great beast, he closed his eyes for a moment in regret, but then opened his eyes and put all his weight and strength behind the blow as he cut off the flow of his magic to the levitation spell. As soon as he felt the blade sink into the creature's brain, he leapt off to one side, aiming for a spot just to the side of the girl. Once he had landed he immediately sent out a stunning spell of his own design, which struck the girl and as she fell the diadem was tossed from her head.

Gathering his wits about him, he quickly grabbed the sword from the corpse and walked towards the diadem, which concerned him. The only reason that he could think of it not having suffered the same fate as the other shards was that it had been held in some sort of extra-dimensional space. As Harry approached the tainted relic, he locked away all his emotions using his Occlumency skills and stabbed the blade into the largest of the gems, only to flinch slightly at the shrill shriek that the death of the soul container let loose.

Leaving the relic where it was, Harry cast a tempus spell which let him know that he still had quite a bit of time before dinner, and as it was a weekend there was no class, so he had plenty of time to explore and still get the girl back up to the loo.

The only thing that he found was a small library of books that not only contained the diary of Salazar Slytherin, but a goodly portion of them were books written in Parseltongue that contained many different spells. Shrinking them down and placing them into his mokeskin pouch, he conjured a sheathe for the blade, and using his staff that was currently shrunk down to wand size, engraved some protective runes that would not only prevent the venom from the Basilisk to cause harm, but made the conjuration permanent.

Once he was finished, he quickly gathered the girl and the diadem, before levitating her out and closing the doors to the Chamber. After levitating the both of them up the shaft, he disillusioned the both of them and hauled her up to the hospital wing, where he laid her on a bed with a note explaining what had happened to her before vanishing.

Then there was of course the O.W.L's this year, which he wasn't even sweating, and the time until he got the results was spent working with the Goblins harvesting the Basilisk. Having enabled the Goblins to make an enormous amount of profit by aiding them in creating a credit card system, which in turn granted him Goblin Friend status, he had only profited from the Basilisk by offering them the meat of the beast. They were among the only races that could eat it, and considered it a delicacy, so in exchange for all the meat, he was able to receive a half-dozen sets of basilisk skin armor, as well as about 80% of the venom for his own uses.

When his O.W.L.'s came, he was unsurprised that not only had he aced them, but because of his request to be tested to ICW standards, he had not only received O's with distinction as well as the Governor's Award, but he was also awarded recognition from the ICW for his achievements.

Fortunately for him, at the request of both Professors Snape and Flitwick, they didn't announce it to the press, which saved him from the headache of being swarmed by his 'loving family', which he knew for a fact, would cause him no end of grief.

Sixth year passed by quite peacefully for him, and he was pleasantly surprised that his sister managed to lose some of her arrogance, and was actually becoming more like a normal human being. There was some to do about Pettigrew breaking free from Azkaban, as well as the incident on the train, which he anonymously defended from the dementors with his Patronus, which no one recognized.

Seventh year was a headache inducing year for him on almost all counts, and it was only certain circumstances that allowed him an out from all the problems that could have easily overturned all his plans that he had had in place since his fourth year.

The first problem was that he found out through the Goblins that the Ministry, in all their non-existent wisdom, had decided to bring back the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Yeah, let's bring back an inter-school tournament that has killed more students than any other cause of death out there….

Then there was the fact that two of the professors that were going to be starting there this year, were none other than his parents. His father had been selected to take over as the DADA Professor, while his mother had been selected to replace the previous Muggle Studies Professor's spot.

But that wasn't the one that really took the cake. The one that really made him hot under the collar was a marriage contract that he had just become aware of, that was between the Heir of House Potter and the Heir of House Delacour. The fact that the woman was a Veela didn't do jack shite for him, it was the fact that his parents had never even played a part in his life and then all of a sudden he was being forced into a loveless marriage? Oh, HELL no…

The year started off like always, riding the train, attending the Prefects meeting as the Head Boy, another thing that he was grateful that he didn't have to let his parents know, even if he knew that they would find out eventually. Then there was the opening feast, which was amazing as usual, which led to the first month of classes.

The classes went about as good as can be expected, even if he did resent the useless waste of space that was his sperm donor who had suddenly 'discovered' that he had an older son. Fortunately for him, he wasn't in Muggle Studies so he didn't have to worry about dealing with his mother.

Then the event that he'd been dreading all summer happened and that was the arrival of the foreign students to Hogwarts. Their arrival had been obviously coordinated to attempt to show up Hogwarts, which really fell flat. Fortunately for him, he was able to avoid any type of confrontation with his supposed fiancée, which tickled him pink.

Then came Halloween, and the selection of the Champions, which he fully expected to be selected for, since he'd managed to slip his name into without any one the wiser, which still made him chuckle thinking back on it.

Groaning internally at the Headmaster's poor attempts at showmanship, he was pleased to learn who the first was to be selected as a Champion, and his internal smirk grew as he watched the shock grow on Dumbledore's face. "The Champion for Hogwarts is our very own Head Boy, Harry Potter…"

OOOOOOHHHHHH CLIFFHANGER! This is a story that I have been wanting to write for quite some time, and finally found the inspiration for just recently. Posting will be slow due to the fact that I have way too many stories running around in my head and not nearly enough time to type them all….