This is defiantly Mature so be pre-warned. With 670,000 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 or scribbling in my case. 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. In any case it's a great stress reliever from school pressures.
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^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Beware what's hidden in the Basement^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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Chapter 1 – Who's that knocking on my door?
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There is told throughout history stories of gods and goddesses. The names have changed over the eons of human existence but the basic core persists in its telling. Many distortions were already in existence when man tried to describe and explain these entities on paper. Three such entities were Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. They were three ancient old crones that were the Fates. Clotho spins the Thread of Life and the Thread is said to be unchangeable. Lachesis allots the length of the yarn and Atropos who does the snip in the end. A lot is wrong with these tales.
If you were that powerful and ruled the deities would you be an old crone? If you were that powerful would you be locked away or would you do as the old tales said, roam the earth and mix with the mortals? In their working chamber sat three intelligent and beautiful entities making a snip here or a birth there to insure the timeline was steady. The Fates as they are called usually only paid attention to the Thread of Life and not to individuals within that thread. Upon birth people were entered into the Thread by Clotho, given the length of existence by Lachesis and sniped in the end by Lachesis. The last moron that tried to oppose their will found out just how much the time line could be changed to his eternal regret.
"Clotho! Yelled the messenger who entered the room running. "We have a plea request from the Gods."
Work stopped as the three looked up, this type of request had not been done in centuries.
"Lachesis took the request and shook her head as she read the communiqué. "It is requested by James and Lily Potter that attention be drawn to one Harry Potter. It is indorsed by three of our subordinates. Damn it's even indorsed by Beelzebub himself.
"Now that is an all time first, if I remember correctly, people living in the light realm making a request that is indorsed by the dark realm."
"Come girls they have my interest, let's see where this Harry Potter fits into the thread and how he is going to affect it." Clotho laughed not expecting anything abnormal.
"Well I'll be an old crone, how in Hates did something like this ever get put together?" Clotho growled.
"See the touch here where someone has nudged the thread?" Lachesis pointed.
"And here there is a significant change to this Potter's life line." Atropos exclaimed.
"I don't give a bean what happens to Harry Potter I want the ass that messed with this Thread. I want his life force sent to Hates and eternal damnation; he has started a series of Dark Lords." Clotho screamed.
"Clotho calm down, let's follow the waves and eddies and see where this all leads and then we can change it back to where it belongs." Atropos proposed.
"You're right let's get to work."
They did and they did not like the results so they plotted a new course for a new out come. One could say that they moved heaven and earth but in the end a significant birth would be tossed into the life of Harry Potter causing the time line to corkscrew before it returned to where the three wanted his existence to pulse.
"Messenger, have Beelzebub send us up a Draca the kind that shoots lightning from its eyes and retractable wings." Clotho shouted.
"Clotho you can't send that much dark without a balance of light or you will make another Dark Lord." Lachesis added.
"Fine dispatch another messenger to add an upgraded owl and have the Goblin liaison report sometime today even if he's dancing in YesterCastle." Clotho was defiantly upset over her Thread of Life being tampered with and the three knew why Beelzebub had indorsed the request.
Later in the day:
"Good you're here. I need you to get the Head Goblin in LondonEngland convinced that this Harry Potter is their savior. Use what ever means necessary. Those sneaky little Goblins of yours need to do everything they can even if it includes adopting this Harry Potter as their own child, is this clear?"
"Yes Ma'am, the Fates have spoken and it shall be done." He backed out in a hurry.
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Five year old Harry Potter had just burnt the bacon and afterwards being smacked around by Vernon Dursley he was then thrown into the cupboard under the stairs at #4 Privet Drive. The bacon would not have burnt if he was not tripped by Dudley which caused the fruit juice he was delivering to Vernon to crash to the floor as had Harry.
"You will stay there until we let you out and since you wasted our good food and don't go asking for any food for awhile." That echoed in my ears as it probably ment today and probably tomorrow without food.
/Scene Break/
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster was humming to himself while sucking on his lemon drop, life was good. The Wizengamot was done for the next few months, the ICW was in recess and the school was being run by McGonagall. So with his feet propped up on his desk and lemon drops on his tongue he was a happy Headmaster. The Weasley twins were funny in their pranks that drove McGonagall up the wall, something worth seeing. All the silver instruments on the mantel were spinning or puffing showing that Harry Potter was alive and well at the Dursleys. Knowing that for the next six years Harry Potter would be ill treated and be down trodden for his savior one Albus Dumbledore. Tom Riddle was maintained the same way but had slipped out of his grip but Harry Potter would be different. Albus was one plan after the next, even plans within plans. He would obtain the Philosophers Stone to extend his life and eliminate the victor of the final battle between Harry Potter and Tom Riddle. Life was great.
/Scene Break/
Gringotts Bank London England, in the Directors office one Manager Ragnok was contemplating his life and how it could end at any minute. He had just left a meeting with the Goblin King who unequivocally told Ragnok that he was to take Harry Potter under his wing and treat him as if Potter was his child. Ragnok was to use every Goblin resource to train the kid in Goblin magic, Wizard Magic, martial arts and everything else available. The King has said that rules and laws were to be enforced with this Goblin assistance which meant Potter would be allowed everything possible and the hell with the rules. Life for Ragnok could be very short if the kid was a dud.
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Drac a magical dragon had arrived in the basement of #4 Privet drive and was walking around and taking inventory. Drac was happy that he was chosen by Beelzebub but he knew it was for his special talents that not all Draca possessed, Drac was a small dragon yet looked like a large snake. He walked on his two hind legs but had hidden wings for magical flying. He was the only choice when it was noted that he could talk the snake language and could shoot lightning from his eyes. His instructions were clear, bond with the child Harry Potter, never leave him alone and give him the portkey. Life was not complicated.
/Scene Break/
It must be after ten at night as the snores are echoing down the stairs. I am hungry but without food and water I don't have to go very often. After all the coffee-can under my matrice can only hold so much. If only I had someone to take me away from here, even my drunken parents would be better than this life.
"Psst"
"Psst, can you hear me?"
"Yes who are you and how did you get in the house?" I asked
"I do not understand your language please speak snake language please."
"What?"
"Never mind, I will unlock this door but you must not be afraid when you see me I am here to help you."
The click of the locks caused me to try the boot cupboard door, it swung open and I almost screamed.
"I am Drac and I have been sent to help you."
Now this was something, a talking snake standing on two little legs and he wanted to talk with me like a real person. We must have been talking for a couple of hours when Drac asked for me to take what he called a portkey and to hold out my arm. He did say he was magical as he disappeared into my arm. Where he entered there was a little Drac tattoo. He had said to say in English the word 'Goblin' so I did and felt a tug at my stomach.
"Who are you intruder?" Said a small ugly little thing but then again I must be in his house so I told him. "I'm Harry Potter Sir" Even if I never saw these creachers before I recognized panic. Another of the creachers rushed in and introduced himself as Ragnok. He was nice and we had a nice chat in his office over food and fruit juice.
For every question I had he had four. Most of his questions I was unable to answer. I was lucky to know my name I didn't get an education living in a cupboard. Ragnok was not happy with most of my answers but explained the portkey and told me to come back in the morning as I was afraid of the trouble I would be in if I was not there if the Dursley's woke early. It didn't make much difference they were up and found the cupboard door open and me gone. When I popped into the hallway they charged out of the kitchen.
"Where were you BOY!" Vernon roared. I didn't need to answer as he had his belt out already so anything I said would only make it worse.
Draco sprang from my arm and lighting bolts sprang from his eyes. Vernon flew backward and collapsed against the wall his clothes smoking.
"Harry use the portkey" hissed Draco as he jumped back into my arm. I did and Ragnok scared me he was so mad. He called together a few people and we all port-keyed back to Privet Drive. Vernon was still out cold and one look at the Goblins sent Petunia and Dudley running. That is when the basement became my new home.
"Now young Harry we have warded the door, walls and window. We will explain in a bit but no one but you can get in here without a portkey that only we make" I was not paying much attention as I could hardly keep my eyes open. The last thing I realized was that they had moved in a bed and it was comfortable, oh so comfortable.
When I awoke the next morning I could not recognize the basement it was the nicest room I had ever seen. Big bed, nice desk with plush chairs and they had pictures hanging on the wood paneled walls. There was a door that I had never seen in the basement and when I opened it there was a huge bathroom all for me the Freak. Even the floor was carpeted with a thick plush pile. The note on the desk said to use the portkey to Gringotts which I did.
"Morning Harry are you ready for a full day learning who you are and some special training?" Ragnok asked and who was I to say no?"
"First we are heading to the Hospital wing and have you checked over and see if that Uncle of yours did any permanent damage."
"Yes Sir" was all I could come up with. How could I refuse someone who had already improved my life?
Later in the Hospital wing in Gringotts Bank the medic was having me drink potion after potion. That's what he called the bad tasting things. When he got to my scar on my forehead he called in a lot of Goblins to talk, I didn't understand the words they were using. They did a further checking on the rest of me and more people came in and they didn't sound happy.
/Scene Break/
Vernon Dursley was one unhappy person. After he came back to his sense and had a couple of belts of Scotch he decided to tackle the basement. Armed with a cricket bat he grabbed the doorknob and got the second largest shock in his life. Never deterred he charged the door only to be thrown across the hall and into the living room. Since this was not working he sat at the kitchen table and had a few more shots of Scotch. He was going to get into that basement and strangle that freak. Maybe Frank would loan his shotgun for the weekend. If he only knew what was working on the other side of that door he would have probably moved to a new house.
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"Yes Axehandle what can I do for you? Director Ragnok asked.
"Sir I just came from the Potter boy's house and there is more bad news."
"Well spit it out Axehandle what's the problem?
"Sir, there are more wards on that house that are not protection wards. There are several alarm wards that tell if he is gone for a time, wards that monitor his heath and most wards are being charged by the boys own magic."
"Can you get around his charging the ward as that is not healthy for one so young?"
"Those yes but the others are just going to go off if we bring them down."
"Fine do what you can, I will be sending over a crew. Whoever put up all those wards is going to lose this game. Send in Bladethruster on your way out."
"Yes Bladethruster take an excavation crew over to Potters basement and put in a dueling chamber and make it as large as you can. Also have it warded so magic cannot be detected by the Ministry of Magic."
"Yes Director Ragnok."
/Scene Break/
Albus Dumbledore missed the fluttering and missed beat of his monitoring devices as he was currently enjoying his breakfast in the Great Hall. The first year Weasley twins had turned the Slytherin's hair to a nice shade of pink. It was always an enjoyable sight to see his old house being given a wake up call and the whip cream and custard was especially delicious this morning.
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"Yes Mister Potter you have a leach in your scar and several bindings on your magical core."
"What does that mean; I have no idea what you are talking about." I replied, what did they think I was besides a dumb kid? Hell I couldn't even read and they are throwing all this around like I know what they are talking about.
"These are very bad things for anyone to have and if you will give us permission we will remove them from you."
"Bad stuff is better gone so please you have my permission."
That was the correct answer but when I woke up I was not so sure. I had a splitting headache and my entire body seemed to pulse with each heart beat.
"Ah Mr. Potter your awake, lets have you drink this headache potion and I will make a few tests. GREAT LORS!" and the medic ran out the door.
"Director Ragnok we have a problem at least I think it's a problem, hell it's just…"
Ragnok sighed and had a feeling his life was ending sooner than he had expected. "What is the problem exactly?"
"That kid had his magical core bound and when we removed the bindings he should have had a ten percent increase in the core. It expanded alright but it's just around double the size of a powerful adult."
Ragnok grinned as his prospects of living additional days just increased.