I seem to have made an error about the length of chapters. This chapter was also nearly 8,000 words. Huh, I don't usually write that much, but this story seems to be writing itself more than anything. Not that I'm complaining, as I really like this idea.

Voldemort makes an appearance, as well as the Weasley Twins! I bet you're wondering what Potter Manor looks like, well, you're going to find out. Flee Dumbledore, for your manipulations have been realized and you really don't want to piss of someone who has this much dirt on you, old man! *Cackles insanely*.

Yes, I have no mental sanity, so what. Deal with it, as it just makes my writing that much better! Muwahahahaha! Onward to the story!

Disclaimer: Is my name J.K. Rowling? No? Than why you think I own Harry Potter?


"Harry!" Harry recognized the voice as belonging to Fred or George Weasley. Their shop, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, was amazing and filled with costumers of all ages. Harry looked at the love potions wearily, but ignored them in favor of his apparent business partners.

"Hey, guys!" Harry smiled as they darted over to them. He nearly gasped at their scents, not having a handle on his abilities just yet. While the features were hidden, that didn't mean that they weren't there.

"What are you doing here, mate?" Fred asked, draping an arm around his shoulder

"Does dear old Dumbles know your hear?" George draped his arm over his other side.

Harry grinned at them, "Nope, he hasn't got a clue. I've left the Dursely's and he can't make me go back!"

"What d'ya mean?" They both asked, curious.

"I've been emancipated." Harry hummed happily. "He no longer has any power over me, and he can't tell me where I can or can't spend my holidays."

Fred and George grinned, "That's great!"

"Wait,"

"doesn't that mean,"

"you're the new,"

"Lord Potter?"

Harry ignored the chopped up speech pattern and nodded. He showed them the rings. They whistled in appreciation.

"We best be talking about this elsewhere. Don't want any eavesdropped overhearing us." Fred muttered, leading him up a staircase to an apartment. George followed in behind them, closing the door.

"So, mate, spill it. Lord Potter-Evans-Black-Gryffindor? That's going to be a handful to write on you homework all the time." Fred muttered. "You went through your majority, right? Meaning that you could be declared an adult. But really, and Evans? I thought the line died out?"

Harry shook his head, "Nope, they just kept producing squibs for a few decades. Apparently my mum was the first witch in nearly 5 decades."

"Whoa," George mutter, wide eyes. "I never knew, but it makes sense. Are all muggleborns the descendants of squibs?"

Harry shrugged, "No idea, but it's possible. It would makes sense with how many pop up out of nowhere. If it's true, that means that they're technically first generation pureblood's, not muggleborn at all. It turns out, I'm not a halfblood either. I'm a pureblood, since mum was technically a halfblood."

"That amazing," Fred grinned. "People can't look down on you for that anymore. You could easily rub that it their faces. Not to mention Malfoy. I would love to see the look on his face when he realizes that you're Lord Black and not him."

"Not to mention you've got four Lordships and he'll only have one," George added, grinning just like his twin.

"Oh, it gets better than that." Harry smirked. "I'm not a parselmouth after all."

"What?" They both asked.

"I'm an Animal Speaker."

The twins stared in open shock. "You're kidding!"

*Nope, right Hedwig?*

*The look alike humans seemed to be in shock, my Pennatus Lupus.*

*You're going to call me that for now on, aren't you?*

*Yes, my master.*

"Blimey, mate. That's amazing right there. I know it was like you could understand her before, but this is pushing it, it is!" Fred looked between Harry and Hedwig in shock and amazement.

"Forge is right, Harry. That's amazing and I can't wait to see the looks on everyone's faces!" George snickered. "Especially Ron."

Harry groaned, "He'd going to be a jealous prat again, isn't he?"

"Yep!" The twins chorused.

"Just great. That's exactly what I need. Why doesn't he ever understand that I don't want the fame?"

"He's Ron mate, you're not going to even understand how he thinks." The twins shrugged. "It's impressive enough that you understand how we think!"

"True," Harry muttered. Most people couldn't even tell them apart. "This brings me to why I ended up here. Really, you gave me a third of the business?"

"Yep, and don't you try and give it back!"

"Without your help, there'd be no business!"

"So you're just going to have to keep it." They finished together. Harry didn't bother trying to figure out who said what.

"So, what did you get me for my birthday?" Harry felt his ears perk up and his tail started to wag. Usually, Harry protested gifts, but it seemed his canine side really like the show of affection. The twins watched as Harry blinked before shrugging. The question had caught them off guard, as Harry hated being spoiled.

Something told them that he wasn't telling them everything.

"Close your eyes." Fred muttered, before moving to grab the gift. They had thought long and hard, before deciding to get Harry something different. It had been hard finding something that wouldn't be in the Potter vaults already. They decided on a green bracelet. It was an emergency portkey that would take him straight to their shop if he was ever in trouble. George grabbed it from him, before clipping it onto Harry's wrist.

Harry snapped his eyes open and looked at the bracelet. "What is it?" Harry muttered, tracing the simple but elegant design.

"Emergency portkey. It'll take you straight here if you're ever in trouble." Fred explained. "It's got a Notice-Me-Not feature if you ever want to hide, and you can't be tracked while you're wearing it."

"We made it ourselves for our trouble magnet little brother." George smirked. Harry beamed at them both.

"I love it. And it goes with the ankle and pendant!" Harry grinned, showing them the items. "The ankle was in my family vault, it protects you from dangerous spells. Even the Cruciatus curse can't get through!"

"Wicked!" They laughed. "The pendant."

Harry fiddled with it, not speaking. He blushed when the stared at him in confusement, Harry never usually took so long to tell them what something did, not since they had stood by him during his second year.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Fred studied his adopted brother in concern. "Why don't you want us to know?"

Harry blushed, "I didn't just get some different abilities from my majority. I got a creature inheritance as well."

George raised an eyebrow, "Really? What are you?"

"A Pennatus Lupus." Harry whispered, fidgeting.

There was silence.

"Only you." Fred shook his head. "Only you could be a rare magical creature that was thought to have gone extinct a century ago."

"Can't do anything by half, can you Harry?" George laughed in shock.

Harry grinned at them, glad they weren't gaping like he expected. After all, he was a magical creature that was thought to have gone extinct. "Where would be the fun in that? Doing things by half is boring!" He joked.

"True that!" They cheered.

"There's more." Harry became grim. The twins were one of the very few people that knew about his relatives and the abuse he suffered. "Dumbledore has been paying the Dursley's."Rage flashed across twin faces. "From my accounts as well. He's also been stealing from them since November 1st, 1981."

"No!" they chorused. "That's not even a full day after your parents died!"

Harry nodded, his eyes tearing up. He didn't have his glasses to hide the tears, either. "He even ignored their will. I was never supposed to be placed there. My parents had even listen your family as one of the ones I could have gone to if Sirius of Alice Longbottom couldn't do their duties as my godparents."

"Oh, Harry." He enveloped in a tight hug. "Gringotts will make Dumbledore answer for his crimes. Don't you worry."

"Okay." Harry muttered. "I won't."

"Good!" The twins nodded, fiercely. "Was there anything else that you wanted to talk about?"

Harry nodded. "I wanted to see if you wanted to accompany me to Potter Manor?"

The twins felt their eyes widen. No one had been to Potter Manor that wasn't a Potter in three centuries. To be invited was an honor that they would never pass up. "Of course." They chorused. "We'll have our helper, Deby, take care of the store until we get back. All products are charmed so that they can't leave the store without being bought and all money goes into the register and disappears into our Gringotts vault immediately. There's also a compulsion spell so that all money must be put in the register."

"There's also wards around the building that are tied into the spell work making it impossible for the spells to be undone." Fred continued. "We had Bill help us with them."

George disappeared out of the apartment before returning. "Deby says that she'd got everything under control."

"How are we getting there?" Fred asked.

Harry held up the Potter Ring, and the twins each placed a finger on it. Harry gripped his pouch and money sack tightly before speaking in a clear voice, "Potter Manor!"

They disappeared with a giant tug to their stomachs.


They landed in front a grand gate, with a majestic stone lion hanging from the lock. Harry walked over to the lion and studied it. Taking one of his claws, he sliced his hand and let the blood drop into the open mouth. The lion's eyes glowed red before the locked clicked and the gate swung open. The ward immediately welcomed him but seemed to be uncertain about Fred and George. Harry vaguely remembered what Walburga had told him about wards and copied the words she'd taught him to speak.

"I, Lord Harrison Jame Potter-Evans-Black-Gryffindor, do hereby invited Fredrick Gideon Weasley and George Fabeon Weasley, into the Most Ancient and Noble Potter Mansion. May they be able to come and go as they will and let the Manor welcome them forever more. So mote it be." Harry heard Fred and George gasp as the Manor wards welcomed them.

"Your full name is Harrison?" Fred asked as they walked inside the gates.

Harry gave them an amused look, "You didn't think a pureblood heir, even if I was thought a halfblood, would be named Harry, did you?"

"We weren't sure," George shrugged. "For all we know, you could of. James was a rather common name for a pureblood heir as well."

"True," Harry nodded. "But that's because my father wasn't the Potter heir."

There was silence. "Come again?" Fred stared at Harry.

"Charlus Potter didn't think dad was responsible enough allowed unlimited access to the Potter fortune, which is proven by the fact that he nearly gave all his own money to Dumbledore for the last war. There was only enough to give Remus 1,500 galleons and for me to get the last 500 galleon after their deaths. All their material possession were place in their personal vault on their deaths and have been there since. Didn't you wonder why they were in Godric's Hollow instead of Potter Mansion?" Harry looked at their stunned faces. "I guess not."

"So how are you heir?" George asked, as Fred was still to stunned to say anything.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Duh, Charlus was still alive when I was born, Fred. He named me heir then. It's just to bad that he died a month before mum and dad, I would have loved to have been raised by him."

Fred nodded, "That makes sense. So, are there any house-elves here?"

There was a resounding crack, and three house-elves stood before them.

"How is Missy to be helping the Master Potter and guests?" the elf apparently named Missy, asked.

Harry smiled kindly, "Would you be able to prepare a few rooms for them? I would assume that I am to stay within the master bedroom?"

Missy nodded happily, her ears flopping back and forth. "Missy be making up two guest rooms. Master Potter is correct, he is to be staying in the master bedroom!"

"Would you two please introduce yourselves?" Harry asked the other two.

"I is Slinky and this is Blinky. Wes be going to makes up the guests bedrooms now!" Slinky and Blinky disappeared with a crack.

"Are you only three here?" Harry asked Missy. The Manor was very large, and they, well, they weren't.

Missy nodded sadly. "Other's get old and die. Theys been missing poor Master Charlus and Lady Dorea, and Young Master James."

Harry thought for a moment. "Would you like some help?"

Missy nodded, "Missy, and Slinky and Blinky be lonely."

Harry nodded. "Dobby!"

The eccentric house-elf had asked to bound to Harry during the previous year. Harry said that he would have to see what other house-elves the Potter's owned and consult them first. Dobby had burst into tears because of Harry's concern for his other house-elves feelings.

"Yes, Master Harry Potter sir?" Dobby bounced up and down in glee.

"Dobby, this is Missy. Missy said it would be fine it I bound to other house-elves." Harry smiled kindly at the happy elf. He felt the bound form immediately and grinned. "Missy, can you show Dobby were the house-elves quarters are?"

Missy nodded happily. "Missy be happy to! Slinky and Blinky be happy to have new friend! Come Dobby, follow Missy!"

The two house-elves vanished instantly with a pop.

"Wow, Harry, you sure do attract the weird ones!" Fred laughed.

"Yeah, what is it with house-elves and adopting you anyways?" George wondered.

Harry stuck out his tongue, before his hand went to his necklace. He removed the clasp and slid it into his pocket, ignoring the gasp that came from the twins. Harry easily shook off his robe and let his wings stretch out. Hedwig hooted from his shoulder.

*Why don't you go find the Owlery?*

*That sounds nice, my master,* Hedwig hooted, before flying off.

"Where's Hedwig going?" George asked, as the owl flew off.

"The Owlery." Harry replied, stretching his wings and tail wagging at the small pop they made.

"Feel good?" Fred asked, studying the furry wings intently. Harry nodded happily.

"Can you fly yet?" George wondered. "This does explain your skill on a broom, though."

Harry shook his head, "I have to strengthen the muscles more and then Hedwig promised to teach me."

"You owl promised to teach you to fly," the twins deadpanned. "We should be used to this by now." Fred muttered to George.

"That we should, he does seem to always end up doing so very strange thing that draws attention to himself." George returned easily.

"Oh, shut it and help me explore!" Harry smacked their heads fondly. The twins snickered and followed their friend to the front of the Manor. So far, what they'd seen of the grounds looked beautiful. There was greenery everywhere and even a few fountains from what they could see.

Inside was just as impressive, everything was made of marble of all different colors. "It's amazing," the twins muttered, looking around in awes.

Harry nodded, "Yeah, it is." This was his home, where he could have lived if not for the meddling of Dumbledore. At least the old coot would never be allowed to set foot here.

The rest of the day was spent looking around the Manor and strengthening Harry's wings. The twins had him moving them whenever he thought about it. The muscles weren't taking nearly as long to strengthen as that of a birds and Harry was positive that he'd be able to start flying in a day or two at this rate.

When Missy had come to inform them that dinner was ready, Harry's wings had nearly given her a heart attack. Then she realized what he was, and all the house-elves were checking out the wings, his back, his tail and ears to make sure that nothing was wrong with the way that they were progressing. Missy had been happy to announce that Harry's wings were healthy, his tail hadn't caused any spine damage and that his human ears were completely gone. Harry smiled and thanked them as they lead the way to the dinning hall. The meal prepared was delicious and rather large in quantity. The twins had been gobsmacked, but had dug in quite quickly. Missy had been in tears as they praised her food.

Harry and Dobby had caught up, Harry explaining to Dobby about his majority and the changes. The house-elves were awed when they realized that Harry was a Lord of four different families. When Dobby heard about what Dumbledore had been doing, he had been enraged. Harry hadn't bothered ordering him to leave it alone, but had said anything he did was to be discrete. All the house-elves had agreed.

After dinner, the twin had been adamant that they explore the library next. Harry had grinned and nodded, and the trio had left to only lace they'd yet to be, the west wing of the Manor. It turns out, the west wing was nothing but the library. Harry and the twins had splint up, taking turns looking around.

It was no shock that Harry was the first to discover his grandfather's portrait.

"Who are you, young man?" The voice was rather gruff, and not one of the twins. Harry looked around before finding the portrait and identifying it as a older man, nearly a carbon copy of his father.

"Harrison Potter," Harry introduced himself.

"Ah!" Charlus grinned. "Your little Harry? My, not so little anymore, are you? And are those wings?"

Harry laughed, "Yep, those are wings." He flapped them a bit to prove his point.

Charlus laughed, "It seems your majority was much more revealing that James had been? How is your father and mother? Still annoyed at me for making you heir?"

Harry felt is heart fall, his poor grandfather didn't know. "They're dead." Harry looked his grandfather in the eyes. "They've been dead since Halloween 1981."

Charlus' face became grave, and his eyes dimmed. "So you've never met them, have you?"

Harry shook his head, "No, I haven't."

"Who killed them?" The old man looked like he already knew the answer.

"The Dark Lord. There was a prophecy proclaiming that I would have the power to vanquish him, and having a stupid moment, he acted on it." Harry frowned. "Mum and dad died, but the killing curse rebounded onto the Dark Lord and destroyed his body."

Charlus nodded, "I warned them that they would be in the putting you at risk by being in the thick of things with a baby. Dumbledore, the old coot, had them convinced that he was right. I don't think they even know what the ideals of the Dark Sanction are."

"Nobody besides those on the Dark side do," Harry admitted. "I don't even know. Dumbledore tries to make everyone believe that they want the death of all muggleborns, halfbloods, and muggles."

Charlus gave him a calculating look. "You don't believe that?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I have many opinions about the recent Dark Lord, most of them not is his favor, but I don't believe for on second that he's a hypocrite. A murder who seem bent on killing me and has failed multiple times, yes. A hypocrite? Not a chance."

"Killing you?" Charlus seemed alarmed at this.

"Prophecy declaring me his vanquisher, didn't you catch that part?" Harry pointed out. "I'd try to kill me to, if I were him. That, and I think being bested by a baby, than a eleven, twelve, fourteen, and fifteen year old is bruising to the ego."

Charlus chuckled, "That it would be, but you being a Pennatus Lupus might have something to do with it."

Harry's eyes snapped to attention, "What do you mean?"

"Well, it's common knowledge that the Pennatus Lupus were the only creatures in existence that could throw off the Killing Curse if they were desperate enough. You were probably panicking and your dormant ability came out and threw off the curse." Charlus explained.

Harry looked stunned. "Can a Pennatus Lupus be part of prophecies?" Harry wasn't about to let that one go.

Charlus opened his mouth, before he shut it, his eyes going wide. "No, they can't. Only humans can be apart of prophecies, magical creatures are exempt."

Harry let out a huge whoop of joy. "Hah! Beat that you goat fucking out coot! You got nothing on me anymore!" His tail was wagging off the hook as he bounced around in joy.

The noise caused Fred and George to come running, as they thought something was wrong. The twins burst from the shelves, wands drawn, and in a defensive position. Harry blinked at them, while Charlus stared in shock.

"Who are they?" The twins blushed as they put their wand away.

"Grandfather, these are the Weasley Twins, Fred and George. Fred, George, this is my grandfather, Charlus Potter."

"Nice to meet you," they chorused.

"Pleased to make you acquaintance," Charlus greeted them happily. Harry would have to trust them with his life if the wards on the mansion had let them in.

"Gred, Forge, grandfather told me something very interesting!" Harry quickly relayed the information. The twins cheered, pleased he no longer had to be on the death list of a Dark Lord.

"You're still keeping the bracelet on,"

"We don't trust you not to become trapped in a dangerous situation,"

"And we would feel much better if we knew you had a way to get out quick."

Harry nodded, "Of course. It would have come in handy with a lot of different things."

"Like the three headed dog, Hagrid's dragon, the Dark Lord that wanted you dead, the Troll, the Aracomantula nest, the bludger that tried to kill you, the crazy house-elf, the 50ft basilisk, the army of Dementors, the escaped convict who was really innocent and after the real criminal who was our brother's pet rat but he wasn't a rat but a animagus, the entirety of fourth year with the TriWizard tournament, the Dark Lord trying to kill you again, Dementors attacking you out of school, the blood quill used by the professor who also tried to Crucio you and force Veritaserum down your throat, the giant whose Hagrid's brother, and the rather awesome battle against the Death Eaters by fifteen year old, who won by the way, and the same Dark Lord trying to kill you again...did we miss anything?" the twins listed off the rather dangerous things that happened to the blushing Potter.

"Yes, you forgot my relatives during the summer," Harry pointed out. The twins nodded in false apology.

Charlus was stunned, "Do you have a sign on you that says 'Here I am, come attack me'?"

The twins snorted, "He might as well have."

"You're worse than your father, and he nearly died every time he got on broom!"

"That's right, we forgot Quiditch!"

Charlus groaned.

Harry glared.

The twins just laughed.


Harry was exhausted by the time that he and the twins decided it was time for bed. Entering the Master Bedroom, Harry felt shock course through his veins. This was not what he had been expecting. The room was huge, dressed in greens (Missy made a point to say that she liked his eyes) and golds. The bed could easily fit six people and the room itself was bigger than the dorm room at Hogwarts. There was a adjoining bathroom, closet, and study! Harry was shocked, to say the least. He had never had this much space in all his life!

Harry touch out his pouch and after removing his parents' portrait, he spelled all the items onto the bed. He found that he really didn't need to specify the spells anymore, just focus on intent. It was probably due to his creature inheritance working the magic for him.

The books were the first things that need to be taken care of. The study was empty of everything, and Harry directed the books onto the shelves, organizing them by interest. His school supplies (i.e. quills, parchment, homework, inkwell, etc.) were placed in various place on the desk in the study. His school books were also placed on the self. The book that became anything was placed in the desk drawer.

The magical artifacts taken were placed on the remaining spaces of the shelves. Harry smiled at the study, before making his way back to the bedroom. He grimaced at his clothing, before banishing the rags that had been Dudley's hand-me-downs. His school robes were folded and neatly put in the drawers of the dresser by the bed. Harry was thankful that he bought undergarments every year while school shopping. That left his photo album, broom, cloak, and the map. Each item was placed in the trunk at the foot of the bed. Harry spelled the lock shot with a password in parseltongue. Only he and Voldemort would ever be able to get it open, and the Dark Lord would never be able to get into Potter Manor.

Harry took one look at his parents portrait before deciding to hang it in the study. He enlarged it and lung it above the desk, before removing the stasis spell that was on it.

Lily was the first to notice the change in scenery. "James, wake up!"

James groaned and rubbed his eyes blearily. "What is it, Lils?"

"It's Harry!"

James was awake instantly. "Harry?" He looked at the boy in front of him with uncertainty. Harry had place his necklace back on, hiding the wings, claws, ears, and tails. "Hullo, dad."

"It is you!" James laughed happily. "I wasn't sure at first, but it seems you didn't inherit my poor eyesight. Even my majority could completely fix the problem!"

Harry smiled, ignoring the feeling of longing. These were his parents, people he had never thought he'd get to know. "Yep, my majority took care of that right away."

Lily clapped her hands. "Well, you're all grown up and already sixteen! It looks like you're emancipated too! Where's Sirius and Remus?"

Harry flinched at Sirius' name. Remus was nowhere to be found, not even the Order could find him. Harry figured that the werewolf was still grieving. "Sirius died." He whispered, causing his dad to flinch and his mother's eyes to widen. "Bellatrix LeStrange sent a stunner at him, but he was forced back into the veil on accident."

He had seen the look of despair of LeStrange's face before she covered up the act with bragging. It had been the look of someone that hadn't meant for that to happen. It was the only reason Harry wouldn't hold his godfather's death against her.

"Oh, Sirius," James whispered. The veil was a slow and painful way to die. It ripped the very life from your body and tear the soul apart. "Where's Remus?"

"We don't know," Harry admitted. "He's lost you, Sirius, and Pettigrew's a traitor. That's most of his pack, dad."

His own wolf whined in sympathy to it's father figure.

"He'll show up when he stops grieving," Lily nodded her head. "Who takes care of you?"

Harry's eyes turned cold. "I do."

"But what about the other's on the list? What happened to Alice?" Lily was alarmed at the icy tone her son used.

"Tortured into insanity with her husband. Neville's fine, though, one of closest friends."

"Anyone else?" Lily sounded desperate.

Harry looked at them, before sighing (it came out like a cross between a whine and a huff). "Your will was ignored."

"What?!" James was paying rapt attention.

"Dumbledore ignored your will and placed me with the Dursley's and then proceed to steal money and artifacts from the Potter vault for the last fifteen years." Harry wasn't about to coddle his parents into the truth, they needed it shoved bluntly into their faces.

"He stole?" James whispered, "but why?"

"Because he's a greedy bastard who doesn't care if I live or die and thought that the theft would be justified somehow over time. I've nearly died more than once every year that I've been to Hogwarts because he wanted to test me. He let Sirius be thrown into Azkaban, when he had proof that Sirius was innocent, so he could get access to the Potter accounts. He let Peter Pettigrew roam free as a rat for fifteen years." Harry's glare hardened. "He never told me about the prophecy until two months ago."

Lily looked shaken, and James looked no better. "Why would he do this?" She whispered.

Harry looked at his mum before something clicked and he remembered she didn't know about her family. "Mum, did you know that you're a halfblood?"

Lily blinked, shaking her head. "I'm muggleborn, sweaty."

Harry shook his head, "Nope. You weren't just Lily Evans, but you were a Evans."

James seemed to understand, "Merlin! The Evans Family! I'd forgotten about them, they'd been giving birth to nothing but squibs for decades!"

"Mum was one of the first witch's in nearly five decades," Harry nodded. "That's why her parents were so ecstatic when she was born a witch and it's why Aunt Petunia took it so hard that she wasn't."

Understanding lit up in Lily's eyes. "She must not have told me and told our parents she had. She was always spiteful. So, I'm a halfblood? I do believe that makes you a pureblood, son."

Harry nodded but kept going. "You were an Evans, and that is a very big thing, mum. The line had many different creature marry into it, the most frequent being the Pennatus Lupus."

James gasped, figuring out what Harry was trying to tell them. "Your majority!"

Harry nodded, and unclasped the necklace. His features were now on full display as his mother gaped at them. "Oh my," she whispered, looking at him.

"The Pennatus Lupus were thought to be extinct. I'm apparently the only one at the moment. The Evans line carries the blood the most prominently, but since all the children kept coming out as squibs, the breed was thought to have become extinct with them." Harry grinned at his mother, spreading his wings. "And this brings me to the next part. Magical creatures can't be the subject of prophecies."

James was beaming at his son and comprehension dawned on Lily's face. "You're not the child of prophecy."

Harry nodded, "I never was. Pennatus Lupus are known for throwing off the Killing Curse if they're desperate enough. Since you both had just died, I was panicking and the curse was thrown of, and hit Voldemort instead. He'd immortal, by the way. Did you know that?"

They paled. "Then how can be vanquished if he'd immortal?" Lily asked, confused.

Harry clapped, they'd gotten it. "He can't."

"It's a fake," James realized. "We died over a nonexistent prophecy."

"Dumbledore's a very bad man," Harry nodded, smiling.

"So, what are you going to do?" James asked, looking very curious. Lily also looked intrigued.

"First things first," Harry said grinning. "I'm going to get the very ego bruised Dark Lord that's keeps trying to kill me to stop it."

"Ego bruised?" Lily raised an eyebrow.

"He lost to a baby, than an eleven year old, than a twelve year old, than a fourteen year old, and than a group of fifteen year old's." Harry snickered. "Yes, I think that would bruise my ego as well."

It seemed his laughing parents agreed.


Dear Dark Lord, Voldemort, You-Know-Who, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and He-Who-Has-Far-Too-Many-Hyphenated-Names, Lord Slytherin, and Tom Marvolo Riddle,

There, that should cover all the possibilities of your formal address. I would have just gone for Lord Slytherin (as you are the new Lord) but the portrait of my father thought that it was too formal. Don't worry, my mother's portrait smacked him. My father then replied that he had every right to insult you since you killed him.

Can't argue that logic.

Anyways, you're probably wondering who the hell is writing this, or you've burned the letter, or you already know and are pissed but to curious to destroy said letter. Either that, or you're crucio-ing some poor soul (hopefully Wormtail) is irritation. To get to the point of the letter, this happens to be The-Boy-Who-Never-Bloody-Dies (like that one? I thought it was rather funny, as I do seem to not die quite often).

Anyways, I seem to have found some interesting this during my majority, which you no doubt felt the pain of through the nifty curse scar on my forehead (it's not actually a scar anymore, more like some sort of tatoo, but still). I, being my strange and rather abnormal self, am not human.

WHICH MEANS THAT I CANNOT BE APART OF A PROPHECY, SO NANANANANANA! Oh that felt good! I happen to be a Pennatus Lupus, a species known for throwing off Killing Curse (it did not rebound, I threw it away from myself, and you had the rather unfortunate luck of getting in it's way), so there you have it. Mystery solved, no prophecy in existence (unless you want to go after poor Neville, which in that case, just put him in a room with Snape for an hour and he'll have died out of fear. His bogart is Snape, after all) and I would appreciate it if you stopped trying to kill me.

No, really, please stop it. It's starting to piss of my canine side, which really isn't good for ones health (whether it be mine or the poor sap next to me when I loose it is of no consequence). Leave me alone, I leave you alone, kapish?

You're probably wondering how a lowly halfblood (don't be a hypocrite now and prove me wrong about you. I say you aren't, dad's portrait says you are) has gained a creature inheritance? It seems the so-called muggleborn aren't muggleborn. Go figure? They're actually descendants of squibs, my mom was of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Evans. Not sure why no one made the connection with the last name, but hey, the Wizarding World isn't too bright from what I can tell.

And here's a disturbing thought that just occurred to me: if I'm a Secondary Heir of Slytherin, does that mean you're my cousin?

I think I just broke myself. I need to go check a family tapestry somewhere, because, as I'm sure you'll agree, that would be creepy and ironic. More creepy, though, seeing as you've been trying to kill me since I was born. That actually seems to be a pattern where I'm concerned, however. My muggle relatives want me dead, the LeStrange's want me dead, as do the Malfoys. The Black's seem to be the only ones that don't want me dead (Walburga's portrait seems to like me well enough, and Sirius didn't want me dead despite what the Daily Prophet may tell themselves).

Oh, that reminds me, I can finally get that lot to shut up! God, I'm so going to Lord th fact that I hold 78% of their newspaper over their head. Bye bye, Rita Skeeter! I think I'll do the world a favor and warn everyone that she's an unregistered Animagus in the form of a beetle. You should warn your followers, she can even get past the Hogwarts wards in her beetle form when they be designed to specifically not let her in. Interesting, eh?

Wow, being part canine seems to be making me more babbly and chatty that I was before. That'll take some getting used to.

Right, I'm going to end this here before I spill something important like the secret passageways into Hogwarts from Honeyduke's cellar and the Shrieking Shack into the Whamping Willow. Have fun on your world conquest and I request that you might leave the Weasley's alone unless the directly get involved in the war by fighting against your people. Have fun maiming old Bumblebee for falsifying a prophecy!

Your's Truly

The-Wolf-Who-Lived (I think I like this one better! Making fun of the names that Wizarding World comes up with is amusing!)

Lord Harrison James Potter-Evans-Black-Gryffindor


Lord Voldemort gazed at the letter in amusement. It seemed that there was much more to The-Wolf-Who-Lived than the child let on. Even with the report from Walburga's portraits, the Dark Lord hadn't expected the child to actually initiate contact with him on his own. It was truly amusing. Not even a day after coming into his inheritance and he was already making a difference in his life beforehand.

Sirius Black must have made the boy his heir when he realized that Potter was eligible due to the connection his grandmother, Dorea Potter nee Black, had to the main family. The Gryffindor Line and the Potter Line must have been connected like the Gaunt and Slytherin Line had been. Harrison being the Secondary Heir of Slytherin did raise some interesting question, such has if they were really related or now. Perhaps the Secondary Line came from the Evans? The Youngest of Slytherin's children had married the youngest of Ravenclaw's children (not Helena Ravenclaw, who was killed by the Bloody Baron). That would make him Secondary Heir of Ravenclaw as well, but it did explain the Parseltongue the boy was able to use.

The Evans Line, one thought to have gone extinct. This bore looking into, as more older lines could be saved if muggleborns were truly the descendants of squibs. This would bring in both old and new blood, making magic spread and last longer than it would have otherwise.

Potter being a Pennatus Lupus was most fortunate. There was no longer a prophecy, it having been made null when Potter made the change. It also explained the great amount of pain he'd felt coming from Potter's side of the link the night before. If it made him, the Dark Lord, want to scream from only the echos of the pain, he did not envy Potter in the least.

The Death Eater's stood in a circle, watching him with unease. He knew that his giddiness were making them very uncomfortable, but he really couldn't find it in himself to care at the moment. There was nothing but joy at no longer having to focus most of his plan around a sixteen year old boy.

"I have good newssss my friendssss," Voldemort let the slight hiss appear in his voice when talking as to unnerve his followers. "We no longer have to worry about the Boy-Who-Lived or the prophecy."

Lucius was the first to react, "Has something happened, my lord?" He seemed almost concerned for the Potter boy, and Voldemort was reminded that the Malfoy's were cousins of the Potter's, so it was only natural to worry about ones family.

"No," The Dark Lord smirked. "The prophecy no longer applies to to Potter coming into a creature inheritance. As you all know, creatures cannot be apart of prophecies, due to their innate and wild magic being unpredictable in certain situations. In other words, the prophecy is null or is about the Longbottom boy."

Snape wasn't able to stop the snort that came from his mouth. The other Death Eaters mutter in agreement, the Longbottom heir was a decent wizard, but not nearly the strength of their Lord like the Potter heir is. There was no longer a prophecy.

"What creature is he, my lord? How was he able to rebound the Killing Curse if the prophecy no longer applies?" Lucius seemed more than a little curious, as did his surrounding followers. Voldemort decided that it was better to just tell them, than to have them trying to find the information on their own.

"Potter is a Pennatus Lupus," The Dark Lord smirked at the awed gazes. "And as of yesterday, Harrison Potter became Lord Harrison Potter-Evans-Black-Gryffindor."

There was silence, before a burst of sound broke out between the Death Eaters. The Malfoy heir look annoyed that he'd not gained the Black Lordship, but everyone know that Potter would be the gaining it (being connected directly to the main house through Dorea Black and his godfather the previous head, Sirius Black). More than anything, it was the Evans Lordship and the Gryffindor Lordship that came as a surprise.

Voldemort chuckled, causing the noise to diminish significantly. "It seems that muggleborns aren't muggleborn. They're descendants of squibs, halfbloods at the worst."

There was silence among the purebloods. "Lily Evans was an actual Evans, and a halfblood. A squib father and muggle mother. Her sister, Petunia Dursley, is a squib, which explains the hatred that was reported she had for her sister."

He saw recognition in the face of Severus Snape, who seemed to know the name from somewhere. The Dark Lord filed this away for a later time, where he could confront the man privately. He also kept the information on the secret passageways to himself. He did not wish for that to become common knowledge and to have them sealed off before he could make use of them. "As of this moment, Potter is no longer a problem. We will leave the Weasley's alone unless they directly attack you. I would stay away from Potter's werewolf as well. It's well known that a Pennatus Lupus is unforgiving when their pack is attacked."

"You are all dismissed."


Lord Potter-Evans-Black-Gryffindor,

Your letter was amusing, if not a tad insulting. Do not worry, there is no longer any reason to see you dead, as such, I will no longer seek the end to your life.

A pureblood and a Pennatus Lupus? Have you informed your pet werewolf yet? There may be conflict if you meet him next and do not tell him of your status. The werewolf might mistake the foreign wolf scent as you betraying the pack for another wolf. That would not be fun meeting for either you or your werewolf.

Muggleborns truly being halfbloods in an interesting, if not concerning, revelation. Interesting as it proves a theory I've been attempting to prove for nigh fifty years, and concerning due to the amount of muggleborns in the muggle world that are orphans or abused by their families. It seems that plans will have to be made to rectify that problem. I shall see to it, your assistance in providing proof is much appreciated.

You are Secondary Heir of Slytherin? Yes, that would make you my cousin, I am sad to say. You must have gained that from the Evans line, which was originally the Youngest son of Slytherin and the Youngest daughter of Ravenclaw. I assume you are Secondary Heir to Ravenclaw as well?

That is very interesting, though concerning. Ravenclaw had two daughters, Helena and Alana Ravenclaw. Helena died without children and Ravenclaw had no more children, which should make you primary heir. Perhaps magic thought that would give you too many responsibilities to maintain? It is probable that one of you children will inherit the Lord or Lady ship or Ravenclaw. The Hufflepuff Line has died out, but perhaps there will be a descendant from a squib of the Line that will take the place?

The information on the passageways will become useful. I have no doubt that you had a purpose in giving it to me, but I will keep the information to myself for now. One never knows when it will become useful. There are now wards on all properties of my followers against beetle animagus'. I must say, you are a surprising source of information that may become useful over time.

Your father's portrait seems annoying. Does he not realize his death is his own fault for fighting in the middle of a war? A war is no place to have a child. You are a prime example of why.

Your muggle relatives wish you dead? That is concerning. I am very irritated to inform you that your magical relatives have a distinct lack of ill will towards you and seem relieved I've decided to let you live. You irritate me. Be glad I let you live, as I happen to find you more amusing than irritating.

Their is also the now revealed fact that your are, unfortunately, family. As gut retching and nauseating as that thought is, I do not harm family for no reason.

Until Later, little Gryffindor.

Lord Voldemort


"The Dark Lord finds you amusing," Fred started at the letter. "And seems to be an actual decent guy."

"Voldemort is your cousin!" George stared at the same letter is shock. "I've heard of family feuds, but this is ridiculous!"

Harry snickered, yes the twins had read the letter. They had read both letters. In fact, they had thought the idea of writing to the Dark Lord to get him off his back was brilliant. Harry quite agreed, if he did say so himself.

Harry felt a genuine smile spread across his face. He was free.


There, it is done! Just to let you all know, this is not slash. Harry will not be mating with a man, as I don't believe in MPREG, and I plan on Harry having children. There will be relations between men and men, and woman and woman, as there are in real life, but that will not be the main sexual orientation. There will be many different types of pairings. Get used to it. The focus of this story is not romance, and there are many other qualities that are much more important.

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~JFHBT