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Chapter 1

Ding

He turns his body around to face his opponent, the disinterested look that has come to be associated with him never leaving his face. Why would it? It was the 4th and final round in this particular tournament and once he found himself extremely disappointed in the competition he has had to face. Never mind that he is the youngest competitor by three years. His expectations were really high after finally being allowed to fight in the junior tournament even though he didn't meet the age requirement.

He weaves and bobs his heads past the wild punches thrown by what was supposed to be the favourite to win this tournament, everything moving in slow motion. He could have ended this in the 1st round but decided that since this was likely to be his last match, he wanted to make it last.

The crowed was behind his opponent, a 15-year old that he could not even remember the name of. Only those with any real boxing experience could see that he has been in control of the fight since the first bell rang.

Focusing his attention back on his opponent, he starts throwing counter punches to the body. He makes sure to not put his full weight behind it, not wanting it to end just yet. Even if he let the fight run its course, he would still definitely win on points. But then again, where was the fun in that?

Deciding he's had enough, he pulls his right arm tight against his body and holds his left glove up in front of his face. After side-stepping one more punch, he steps in with a quick jab to the face before weaving around his opponent to find another opening. He starts quickening his pace; bobbing and weaving around faster than his opponent can keep up with, throwing nothing but a left jab.

The noise level inside the building slowly decreases as the crowed watches in awe and disbelief at the skill with which the small 10 year boy is displaying. He's literally running circles around a boy who is older and much bigger than he is.

After getting his fill of the fight, watching his opponent stumble back against the ropes, he finally throws a powerful right hook to the temple of the 15 year old boy. Stepping back, he watches as the legs of his opponent fold under him as he topples to the floor. He walks to his corner and climbs over the rope to exit the ring, not paying attention to the referee as his victory is announced.

"Winner by knockout: Harry Potter."

Walking over to his trainer, takes off his boxing gloves and takes hold of the pair of glasses held out to him. Putting them on and looking up into the eyes of his trainer, Harry finally allows a small smirk to appear on his face as he holds out a hand for a shake.

"I'll see you in the summer after I come back from boarding school, okay? Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone."

"Don't worry about me, kid. Just make sure you keep up with your training and I'll make sure to sign you up for the coming summer's tournament."

After one final handshake Harry walks away through the crowed and out the building, releasing a tired sigh when he finally makes his way into the sunlight. Looking up into clear afternoon sky, his mind starts replaying all the matches he had in this recent tournament.

"Tch, and here I thought I would finally be able to get a decent fight. Didn't even need to rely on magic. I'm tired of not having any competition anymore. Maybe I'll find some excitement in the magical world."

Taking out his new Ipod, Harry plugs in the ear pieces, shoulders his sports bag, and begins walking toward 4 Privet Drive for what he hopes to be the last time.

As he walks down the street, Harry waves and greets habitants of Privet Drive that have been kind to him over the years. In the beginning, the Dursleys kept him away from the public eye as much as possible. He was the punching bag to let out their frustrations upon. This lead to Harry being a shy and quiet child.

The constant bullying by Dudley and his gang, along with the almost nightly abuse of his Uncle Vernon, forced Harry to become a docile, obedient little boy. 'Harry Hunting' would soon become the most played game in the neighbourhood. Even when he looked for help from the adults around him, Petunia's Rumours ensured that he never got any. All this treatment lead to Harry growing up with a very little trust in everyone around him.

Things started changing for young Harry after his 7th birthday. While being forced to clean to attic, he came upon a trunk that had weird engravings upon it. Try as he might, he could not move nor open the trunk. Eventually he left the trunk alone in favour of cleaning the rest of the attic, all the while feeling a strange pull coming from the trunk.

After another humiliating day at school due to Dudley and his gang, Harry was chased around the neighbourhood again. Feeling tired and scared, all he thought about was going to a place that was safe and where no one could find him. Closing his eyes he felt a weird sensation around his naval before hearing the sound of a pop. Opening his eyes, he found himself sitting in front of the trunk in the attic of the Dursley's house.

Feeling the strange pull from the trunk become stronger than ever, Harry ran his hand across the lid, on for a bright flash of light to go off. Upon inspection, he found he could final open the lid and view its contents.

Reaching in, he pulled out dozens of photos of a man, woman, and child. The man resembled Harry almost perfectly but the woman had the same colour eyes as he had. With a startled realization he realised he was staring at his parents and a baby Harry.

Searching through the rest of the trunk he found a letter addressed to him in very neat hand writing.

My dear Harry

If you are reading this then it means that both your mother and I have passed on. We are both so sorry, my boy. All we ever wanted was to watch you grow up and shower you with our love for as long as we possibly could. Even now, as I sit down and write this letter, I can't stop the tears that fall down my face.

If you do not know already, my name is James Charlus Potter. I was lucky enough to fall in love, and eventually marry, your mother, Lily Jean Potter nee Evans. We both love you so much. There is so many things that we want to tell you but we just simply do not have the time.

In the event that we died and you are not with either Sirius or Alice, we created this trunk. It will only ever open for you once you start displaying magical prowess. In it we have left you with specific instructions that you should follow if you plan on ever going back to the magical world. It holds all our knowledge on both the magical and muggle world, our personalized notes and diaries from school and our careers, and mostly importantly, forms and bank statements that should only be seen by you and the holder of the Potter accounts at Gringotts. More will be explained in our diaries.

If you are reading this then this means you are most likely living with Petunia and her family, which goes against our express wishes. Therefore, under no circumstances should you trust a man that goes by the name of Dumbledore.

Knowing the hate that Petunia and her husband have against magic, I can only imagine the life you have had to deal with up until this point. Always remember that YOU ARE A POTTER! We bow down to no one! If anyone knocks you down, you get back up and knock them down twice as hard! Never let anyone hold you back from reaching your true potential! The magical world has always looked to the Potter House for guidance in times of upheaval. As the you are now the last Potter alive, it'll be your job to lead guide.

Just by looking into your beautiful green eyes, I can tell that your have inherited your mother's intelligence. Never hide it or supress it. Its one of the things I love most about her. Don't be afraid of power. Always embrace and control it, never let it control you. Always stand up for what you believe in, even if the whole world is against you. Never shy away from who you truly are. Never change for those who wish to use you. Never bow down to those who wish to oppress you.

You are my son, Harry, and looking at you now as you and your mother sleep in the chair next to me, I just know that you will go on to do great things. I am so sorry I will not be there to see any of it.

I love you Harry. Your mother loves you even more. I have never seen her so happy than the day she held you in her arms for the first time. No matter what you set out to do, we will always be proud of and love you with all our heart.

Your loving father

James Potter

Tears stream down Harry's face as he finishes the letter before reading it once again. Wishing and mourning for the life with his parents he would never get to experience. After finally letting the last of his tears run free, Harry set the letter down and looked through the rest of the contents of the trunk.

Contrary to popular belief Harry was a very smart boy. So smart in fact, that if he had taken an IQ test, his results would out him at genius level intelligence.

When he went down stairs to face his relatives, he was immediately shoved against the wall by his uncle.

"Where the hell do you think you are, freak?! You do not get to just walk in and out here as you please! You should have died with your drunk of a father and whore of a mother!"

At hearing that, something inside young Harry snapped. After reading the letter from his father and reading through a few chapters of the diaries left behind from his parents, he was not about to let anyone disrespect them in anyway.

Feeling a strange sensation in his naval, which he later realised to be his magic flowing through him, Harry did the only thing that felt right to him at that point in time…

… he swung his fist as hard as he could. Sending his uncle back against the opposite wall. That was the first time he had ever stood up for himself. The last day he would ever let anyone walk over him ever again. He was a Potter. He would bow to no man.

After that day, things changed drastically for young Harry. He stopped hiding his intelligence from everyone, easily reaching the top spot in his grade, then being allowed to skip the next two grades as well. After using his magic for the first time his body just became so much healthier. It was as if a block had been lifted or a sickness had been cured. He found that he could freely move his magic through his body to enhance his strength, speed, and reflexes.

After a couple more encounters from Dudley and his gang, Harry signed himself up at the local boxing gym that allowed young kids to learn how to box as well as train there for tournaments. After just a couple of sessions it was blindingly obvious that Harry was far above his peers in terms of skill and pure fighting instincts. He was so good that he caught the eye of the head trainer of the gym and was from then on given private training sessions.

Due to his age Harry focused on strengthening the muscles that he already had instead of trying to bulk up, this lead to him being faster and stronger than anyone around his age. After a couple years of boxing and quickly moving up the ranks of the junior boxers in England, Harry's personality had started to change for the better. He was still a soft spoken boy, barely ever raising his voice at anyone, but he had a certain presence to him. When he walked into a room people would always instantly take note of him. He carried himself with a confidence and swagger that most people would associate with predators of the animal kingdom that were at the top of the food chain. He was never arrogant just highly confident in himself.

Harry always spent as much time as he could looking through each and every book that was put into the trunk by his parents. Over the years he learnt quite a bit about the magical world, its society, the other races, and the event of Voldemort and his followers. He learnt that using his magic to strengthen his body was a skill that only members of the House of Potter could do. Due to not having the resources to test out any of the spells or potions, Harry went over as much theory as he possibly could, his genius level intellect enabling him to memorise and sort through all the information at an astounding rate.

He spent a large part of that time working on and mastering the mind-arts from books that his mother was smart enough to place in the trunk. This enabled Harry to have a perfect poker face and protect his mind from almost any attack made by a master legilimens.

After reading about how Magical Britain had not allowed itself to advance with the rest of the world due to prideful and silly blood purists thinking, he decided that he was going to be the catalyst for the change that they so desperately needed. He poured over all the social etiquette books left to him by his father. His plan was to gain allies with all the magical races and then help them behind the scenes or as a figure head if need be.

Everyone around the neighbourhood started to take note of the change that became of Harry. The older kids that would try to bully him were instantly put into their place by his boxing skills. Another thing that everyone soon learnt was that Harry was fiercely protective of those he came to call his friends. Bullying or hurting those he cared for was one of the few ways that truly brought about his wrath. After a few occasions when Harry would go up against a group of bullies, people quickly learnt that it was for the best not to get Harry Potter mad. Instead of getting back at bullies by pranking them or telling an adult about them, Harry would confront them when they were all together and then would only leave when the group of bullies were on the floor, moaning in pain. He would always admit to his actions whenever asked about it by a teacher or angry parent.

Just because he never put any thought into the payback he dished out did not mean that he never had any ideas, he just never considered the bullies he was dealing with to be important enough to warrant that much effort on his part. Harry was a tactical and strategic genius. Add in the fact that he always tried to ensure the well being of those he cared for, Harry quickly became the de-facto leader of the kids and teens around Privet Drive.

On the day before his eleventh birthday, the day he would receive his Hogwarts letter, Harry was certain he was more than ready to deal with whatever came his way.

On the morning of his 11th birthday, Harry was sitting at the kitchen table with the Dursleys for the last time, awaiting his Hogwarts letter. The trunk left by his parents was safely shrunken down and out into his pocket. A duffel bag with clothes and other items he might need was placed next to the stairs.

"Even though the beginning years of living here will never be something I will enjoy remembering, I would still like to thank you for allowing me to live here. I know it was never your choice to put up with me so I apologise on behalf of my parents and the other parties concerned."

"Just hurry up and get out of here boy. The sooner you are gone the better."

Even though things were never bad after Harry stood up to Vernon, they weren't good either. The Dursleys just went about ignoring him and he was only too glad to do the same.

After finishing his breakfast, Harry walks to the front door to collect the mail. He walks back to the kitchen as he leafs through the envelopes, looking for any addressed to him. After finding one, he hands the rest to Vernon before opening his own and skims over its contents. Laying aside the page that contains the list of things he will be needing for school, he writes his acceptance on his letter of enrolment and places it back in the envelope before watching it disappear with a soft pop.

He looks around the Dursleys' kitchen once more before giving a nod to his relatives and walking towards where he placed his duffel bag. Picking it up he places it on his shoulder and pulls a pendant out of his pocket that has a carving of what he has now come to recognise as the seal of Gringotts. Channelling his magic to the hand holding the pendant he felt it heat up. Closing his eyes, he felt the sensation of being squeezed through a really small tube.

When he felt hard ground under his feet again he opened his eyes. The sight that greeted him was one that he fully expected but still managed to get his blood pumping. In fact, it has been so long since someone managed to truly excite him like this that he couldn't contain the amused smirk that appeared on his face.

Harry was standing in a lavishly decorated office. He would have taken the time to appreciate all the décor if it was not for the fact that he had swords and spears pointed at all the vital points on his body.