Full Summary: : Since the muggle's discovered the wizarding world, everything went simply downhill. Their technology too advanced to be stopped by spells, one by one every magical being was murdered in one way or another, leaving the world bare of wizarding kind. What the muggles had failed to understand was how essential wizards were for their own world, leading to the destruction of not only their universe, but multiple others they had no knowledge of existed.
Once again the world turns to The Boy Who Lived to be saved from destruction. Born in July 31st 1982, Harry's life begins once again, not much different from his former one... until his Hogwarts letter arrives and Harry's life is turned upside down from start.
Disclaimer:Is my name JK Rowling? Nope? Yeah that pretty much says it all. Harry Potter is not mine, never will be, but I will use it to make my perverse dreams come true ;)
Warnings: This is going to be MalexMale (HPLV as the main pairing) so don't like don't read. As of now I don't know the extent of how violent this fanfiction is going to get, but I'll warn you each chapter for any triggers.
Rated: M (just for safety!)
Beta: Not betaed and I have no bet so yeah, there are probably gonna be mistakes ^^'
A/N: Well... I have no excuse for why the second chapter took so long xD But hey, it's here :D Don't know how the updates are gonna be. Don't await any updates to be regular. I'm already writing another chappy for another fic even though this is still in its baby shoes hahahaha -.-" sowwy. but yeah, hope you enjoy. On with the story!
Chapter 2: Retold yet different.
Voldemort was dead. The wizarding world overjoyed by the fall of the Dark Lord. Finally free from his madness, free from the bloodshed that took the many lives of wizards and witches as they fought against his army, the Death Eaters. The terror having taken an end, all of magic celebrated the death of the most powerful Dark Lord in half a millennia and the heroic sacrifice the Potter's and their child had made for their world. It was not known how or why the child had survived. They just knew that the robes of the Dark Lord had been left on the scene, a pile of ash underneath them as if Voldemort's body had been pulverized while the child of the Potters , almost unscathed with only a lightning scar left as a mark of his survival, lay crying on his crib. But they believed that it had been Harry the one to end the Dark Lord's life, escaping death and therefore giving him the title "The Boy Who Lived".
However, despite celebrating Harry's deeds to wizarding kind, they cared not for where or how the boy would grow up during his childhood. How come no one wondered why Harry Potter was not seen once in the wizarding world, at least, not until he reached the age of 11, for then, like any magical child, he would visit Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
True to say, wizarding kind was truly above those muggle, yet they were quite stupid when it came to caring for those which honored their world. But then again, only Fate would know what the consequences for the truly careless would be, for the Dark Lord would return, bringing back the miserable times they thought they had left behind sooner than they had imagined. Not prepared for a war to break through so soon, all wizards and witches would regret not paying attention to the life of their hero. Dependant on a child they would be! But would the child fight for them again, only to be forgotten and left behind just like the last time he paid the price for their peace?
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The scream shocked almost the entire neighborhood. Vernon Dursley quickly making his way to the doorsteps to come to his wife's rescue, for something horrible must have happened if his precious wife screamed in such manner. But as he reached Petunia's side he was shocked to see a small basket with a child lying on it, covered by a soft baby blue blanket.
"It's one of them..." she said in a barely audible voice.
Yes he remembered. Petunia had warned him about those freaks. She had said that her own sister had been one of them. Those people that could do funny things. Magic, they called it. And they named themselves wizards and witches. Everything they did was abnormal. She had once thought to be finally free from the freakishness once her sister got married to another freak and never came back. But it seemed like they would follow her longer than she had hoped for. However this time she was not alone. He would protect his Petunia and his beloved son Dudley. They would not let this freakishness ruin their normality.
"I am to care for him."
"You do not have to care for him dear. We can just leave him in an orphanage." Vernon suggested. But his wife simply shook her head.
"I can't. He must remain with us." Vernon looked strangely at his wife. Why would she willingly keep such a devil's child? It would only cause them trouble in their happy normal life. But when he looked closely, he also realized a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"It was in my sister's will. She might have been a freak Vernon, but she still was my sister. I cannot disrespect her last wish." She took the child in her arms and brought him into their home. Petunia might have taken the child in out of pity and long forgotten feelings for her sister, but he would remain to his promise, even if he had to beat the freakishness out of the child.
And so, Harry's life with the Dursley's began. It would certainly not be a pleasant stay, his childhood rather empty and sad as he watched Dudley grow up loved by his parents while he remained unloved by anybody in this world, thinking he deserved it. And as he would grow, the more hateful his family would become of him, for the older Harry got, the stronger and more potent his powers became which lead to more accidental magic happening around him, something the Dursleys absolutely despised.
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Harry woke up from the banging noise of his aunt Petunia knocking loudly on the door of his cupboard. He quickly woke up, turning on the tiny light built into the small space and putting on his round glasses for a clearer vision. Though seeing as the optical eye number on his glasses was wrong, it did little good to fix his sight. Once he was sure he would manage not to stumble upon anything laid in his path, he opened the door of his cupboard, quickly went to the bathroom to do his duty and immediately went to the kitchen where his aunt was waiting for him to start preparing breakfast.
He had learned how to cook the moment his aunt noticed that he was able to control his limbs, since the age of 6 cooking almost every meal, unless of course aunt Petunia wanted to surprise her husband and son with something truly delicious, then she would take over the kitchen. Not like what Harry cooked was bad, oh no, on the contrary. He proved to be very skilled in that particular field, which truly helped him since it reduced his punishments with the Dursleys and they sometimes would give him more food than usual. Of course that all would be set back to one meal per day if they were in a good mood once those freaky thing happened again.
He honestly had nothing to do with them! They simply happened when he was around! He did absolutely nothing! But the Dursleys seemed to believe it was his fault.
He sighed as he noticed he was once again thinking negatively. But when no one seemed to even remotely like him, it was hard to think of happy stuff. Today was his 8th birthday. Of course the Dursley didn't care about such a trivial thing. As a matter of fact, he never celebrated his birthday. He didn't even know when it would have been if he hadn't been asked about it. The Dursley's had been forced to tell him of the day.
Similar thing happened as he found out his real name as well. He had thought his name to be freak. But as he entered elementary school, he finally realized that his true name was Harry James Potter. His middle name, James, was taken from his father. He didn't really like talking about his dead parents. Aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon had told him that they had died in a car crash and that he had been the only survivor, hence the scar that rested on his forehead. He was told that his father was a good for nothing drunk, but he believed that he would be better than that. Though the Dursleys seemed to think otherwise.
"Happy Birthday Harry..." he whispered to himself as he put the pancakes on a plate.
Soon enough, uncle Vernon and Dudley were done with breakfast, his uncle hurrying to work hoping not to catch the rush hour and his cousin wanting to meet with his friends.
"Here." Petunia told him coldly. On the plate were two pancakes. Of course it were the pancakes he had made, but most of the time he would simply get some dried bread and smelly cheese. He gratefully accepted the pancakes and quickly ate them as he was afraid that she might take them away after all if anything freaky happened. Thankfully today would be a peaceful day.
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It was Dudley's eleventh birthday. Of course the first thing that crossed Harry's mind was Oh no, another whole day spending with Mrs. Figgs. However, he had been unaware of Mirs. Figgs recent accident and was joyous when he overheard that he might be spending the day alone without the Dursley's in the house. He could watch TV and maybe even eat something! After all, it had been a while since his last meal.
"Boy! You're coming with us to the zoo." Vernon yelled at Harry. Those had definitely not been the words he had been expecting Vernon to say.
"WHAT?" It seemed like Dudley had been faster cause he took the words right out of Harry's mouth.
"But daaaaaaaaaaad! It's my birthday, I don't want the freak to be with us."
"I-I can stay alone in the house, I don't need Mrs. Figgs to take care of me. I'm almost 10! I promise I won't cause any trouble I swear!"
"Silence boy! You're coming with us. We can't trust you not doing your freaky things while we are away! For all we know you could blow up this place." Harry couldn't refuse Vernon after that. He was too afraid he might get punished if he pushed too hard. Besides, he could really cause trouble and then his life would become far worse than it already was. He still wasn't sure if it was his fault that these strange things happened. But after he ended up on the rooftop of the school while trying to escape from another session of Harry Hunting, as Dudley loved to call his sick game, it was difficult to deny that the freakishness wasn't his fault after all. In one way or another it would always react to his emotions.
Harry put on an oversized shirt that used to be Dudley's in order to not feel cold and walked out of the house waiting for the rest of the Dursleys to arrive. Vernon was already in the car. Well, this day wouldn't be so bad for sure. They were going to the zoo now that he thought about it. It would be the first time he would see different kinds of animals. Of course he had seen some animals on TV when he tried to sneak a peek without the Dursleys noticing. But seeing them for real would definitely have a different feeling rather than looking at them from the screen. And as it started to seem like the day wouldn't turn out to be so bad after all, Dudley's best friend, Piers Polkiss joined them. Great. Just great. This practically screamed for another Harry Hunting session. He just hoped the animals in the zoo would distract them and take away the thought of letting Harry join on their game.
The car ride to the zoo was awful of course. Dudley would sometimes push him at the back of the door out of spite. He certainly was VERY unhappy with Harry joining them on HIS birthday. If only those freaky things wouldn't be happening, maybe the Durley's would have liked him after all? But it was no use thinking about what ifs, he just had to endure it long enough until he could care for himself.
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The zoo had been quite fascinating. All the different animal and creatures. Dudley was also enjoying himself and thankfully not bugging him, too distracted from the animals. Dudley and his friend were happy, until… well until one of the animals did not feel like obeying them.
A snake. A boa constrictor to be exact. It looked rather bored.
"Stupid children. If only I could go back to Brazil." The snakes tongue flickered in and out.
For a moment Harry looked around, seeing for another except the Dursleys near them. There was no one. He looked back at the snake as it continues to say different curse words to Dudley and Piers. It was quite funny actually.
He wanted to chuckle but noticed no one could hear the snake. Was it once again one of those freaky things that he could do? He listened to the snake wishing upon going to his homeland. And just like that, the glass separating him and the snake disappeared. The snake looked at Harry, as if knowing it was his doing.
"Free! Brazil here I come, thanks amigo!"
The boa slithered out, the humans panicking, for a deadly snake had been released. How it had happened no one knew and no one would know. Except Harry and the Dursleys. Immediately the Dursleys looked at him, knowing he would get punished. But first they needed to get away from there, for the dangerous snake could do harm to their lovely Dudders.
Dudleys birthday was now ruined.
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One week. In one week Harry would be 11. Of course he knew that it would not matter. No one ever celebrated with him his birthday. But still. Somehow, something told Harry this would not be like his previous birthdays. Somehow, he just knew.
It was early in the morning and first thing he always did in the morning was go fetch the mail. And so he did. Looking through the letters that came in, one particular letter shocked him. It was addressed to him.
Harry Potter. The cupboard under the stairs.
It was no mistaking it that it was meant for him. And he knew, he had to hide it. Hide it or let it get taken away from him. He secured it underneath the elastic of his pants, his shirt over hiding the letter as best as he could.
He would do his chores, help Petunia with her garden. Dudley would be out with his friends. He would have his peace and quiet. And finally he was alone. Alone in his cupboard. With excitement he opened the letter. Who would send him a letter? More importantly, how did they know about where he lived? And if they did, why did they never come to check on him? Well he guessed he wasn't important enough to check on.
If the boy knew how important he was to the world. If he knew how much the world would suffer for that mistake.
HOGWARDS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Stood in bold letters on top of the paper.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Underneath titles. Strange titles, like Grand Sorc. Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards.
It sounded Bizarre. Was someone playing games with him? Was it some sick joke from Dudley? No, Dudley was not smart enough for such. But it was still strange. It sounded like a magic school existed somewhere in Britain. Magic. If it was really true… did that mean than what he could do was magic and no freakishness. No sickness as the Dursleys had told him since he was but a toddler. Magic was a word forbidden in the household.
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwards School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagal.
Deputy Headmistress.
He would need to reply till 21 July. With an… owl. This was complete shit. Who would believe this?
And yet… somehow he did. Somehow he couldn't make himself not to believe. As if it was engraved in his soul that believing is what he needed to do.
He turned the paper to read what was written behind, which would be even stranger than the front.
Dragon Hide, Potions, History of Magic, wand, cauldron and so much more. If this truly wasn't real, than someone had really outdone themselves with making it as believable as possible. Or he was just that simple minded.
But even if he wanted to, where would he find an owl to mail his reply? There was no given address either where he could return the letter.
In the end, nothing would change for him. He simply his the letter under his pillow and proceeded with his life. Magic… as if something like that existed. It gave a pang to his heart, just thinking those thoughts. Yet that was a truth. That's what was taught to him.
And so on his 11th birthday, just when the clock hit 12 for the 31rd of July, a giant stood in front of their door, demanding to meet Harry Potter, a huge cake firmly in the giants grasp, his smile doing nothing to ease the scared look of the Durleys.
Of course the agreed to let him meet the boy. They were terrified of the man. And so was he. Terrified the giant might do something to him. But he soon found out that that wasn't the case at all.
He was the friendlies human being (well giant to be exact) he had ever met in his entire life. He treated him like a friend. Like a person. No freak at all. And he showed him. He showed him that magic was real. That Hogwarts was true and that in one month he would be attending it.
"You're a wizard Harry"
He was a wizard. And he was in Diagon Alley.
The stores, the shapes. It was baffling how these buildings stood. And yet the explanation was so simple. Magic.
The first place they visited though was Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Harry knew that the Dursleys would not give a penny for him. Especially if he was going to a wizarding school. Thankfully, all students who don't have the financial support got a certain amount of fee from the school itself. It was designed for the muggleborn wizards and witches. A muggle, Hagrid explained, was someone non magical and muggleborn are those called whose family and relatives have not an ounce of magic flowing in their blood and yet them themselves had magic. And he. He was no muggleborn. But a halfblood.
After finishing their business in Gringotts Hagrid told him about him. About You Know Who and how he had defeated him. That he was important to wizarding Britain.
But he did not feel important. He was not powerful. He had just found out that magic was real after all. That there was a whole other world.
But Hagrid insisted he was important. But then… why had they not cared for him? Why was he with the Dursleys?
The part of the conversation though, which really brightened Harry's day were his parents and the legacy they had left. How they had fought this psychopathic wizard and how they had protected him. How they had loved him. That the Dursleys had been wrong. That his parents had been good people. Better people than they would ever be. Their sacrifice gave Harry hope. Hope that he finally found the place where he belonged. Where he would be loved.
They bought the books needed for the first year in Hogwarts, a trunk to store the things he would be buying, equipment and everything listed on the paper he had gotten. Hagrid even gifted him an owl. A beautiful white owl. He would be her companion and his source of contact with magic. They even met a blond boy. He was very polite and screamed pureblood. Yes Hagrid had also explained about the pureboods. But either way, the blond soon went away with his father who shared the same platinum blond hair as he did.
And then came Harrys and Hagrids last stop. Ollivanders. The wand shop. The one tool he would forever use to control his magic. To do things. Great things as fate had foreseen.
Ollivander was an old and strange man.
"Ah, Harry Potter. I have been awaiting your arrival." He told him. His eyes seemed all knowing. As if he could see straight through his soul. As if he knew. He knew. But what?
Harry greeted the old man right after Hagrid did, remembering his manners.
"Show me the hand you write with"
He did.
The old wand maker inspected his hand like it held the secrets of the world. He measures his arm length, even tested his grip. And then it started. Wand after wand Harry tested and yet none passed. He was beginning to get worried. Maybe no wand wanted to choose him. Was he even here a freak? He had, after all, survived the death curse.
And then the old man disappeared in the back of his shop, only to emerge back with an old dusty box. And he took the wand. He felt the magic in him flow into the wand. Felt it spark. Felt him warm up his soul. As if… as if he had reunited with an old friend. A companion who fought with him side by side. He felt warm.
"Curious. Very curious." Harry listened carefully to what the man said.
"This wand is truly special Harry. It is the brother of another. 11 inches long, made out of holly with the core of a phoenix feather. This phoenix only shed 2 feathers, one contained in ur wand and the other… I remember every wand I made and every person I sold a wand to. Harry, this wand is made for great things and the person who wields it will do great things."
But he never mentioned who owned the brother wand of Harry's. And so, he asked. Maybe he shouldn't have. Maybe he would have felt better to not know. Hi wand was the brother of none other than the one who took his parents away. Voldemort had owned the brother wand to his.
"He did great things Harry. Terrible but great things"
His heart thumped. A deja vu. He had heard this once before. It felt like a repetition of what once happened to him. The same moment. Yet very different.
Hagrid had been afraid. Knowing whose wand it was that shared the same core. But he did not cower away from him. It is the wielder of the wand who was bad and not the wand itself.
Hagrid took him back home. To the Dursleys and Harry told them the news. Of course they were livid! He was already freakish enough, Spending more times with freaks would make him incurable. But they had to accept. Harry would go to Hogwarts.
And the month passed, the day he had been waiting for finally there.
Platform 9 ¾ .
He was almost there. He would finally go to Hogwarts.
