Umm, sorry? It's been over a year since I've sent in kind of update to the story and for that I'm sorry. I won't go into a big long sad explanation as to why I have not updated, but the biggest reason would just have to be that I am really un-happy with what I wrote. The level of content that I have posted here REALLY made me sad that I ever uploaded it. For this reason I'm completely re-doing the entire thing, and double checking to make sure I do a good job. Now, the three biggest changes are going to be as follows: 'Harry' will not look like he did in the book, you will see how in this chapter. I'm also removing the inheritance cycle magic, it just didn't make much sense and made Harry even more overpowered than he's going to be. And finally, I'm going to go WAY back to when Harry was 3 to really start the story, no more skipping strait to first year and doing that in three chapters. Anyways, sorry for putting the AN at the beginning, and hope you guys enjoy the new and improved version of Secrets of the Ancients! And if someone wants to beta for me that would be a great help.

This chapter has been edited on 1/22/14.


Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Supreme Mugwump walked up to the Potter's cottage. Or at least where it was.

"Oh my…"

The house was no longer the quant cottage it once was, it now resembled something along the lines of a large pile of wood. Not dwelling on exactly how the house came to such a state, Albus walked among the wreckage listening, and hoping, for some signs of life. Sadly he heard non and was about to turn and head for the Order of the Phoenix's hide out when he heard a rustling of the wood. Headind briskly for where the sound originated he found the now only living heir of the Potter house, Harry James Potter. But something was different about the child, he still had his father's messy black hair yet it seemed to be such a deep black as to absorb all light and throw the boy's face into shadow. His once emerald green eyes of his mother now looked much darker as well, to the point they seemed to stare into the looker;s soul. His right eyelid was covered in a thick scar that came down from under his right brow and stretched all the way towards his lower ear, marking the innocent face with a look of gruffness only seen on those returning from war.

Albus Dumbledore sighed as he picked up a dark grey American style bag from the ground that had a note hastily written in Lily Potter's elegant writing; Where ever Harry goes, he must keep this bag with him until he comes of age. It contains family heirlooms only he may inherent.

As he expected, Albus could not open the bag no matter how hard he tried. "Well my boy, it seems you're going to visit your cousin." And with a pop he vanished into thin air.

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Three years' time….

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To say Harry Potter was having fun on his first day at Kindergarten would be like saying the dog was enjoying his first day at the kennel. He was here at all was because his 'normal', and he used the term loosely, relatives placed him here to keep the neighbors unaware, and keep him away from them as long as possible. The young three year-old sat down messing with round blocks and placing them in a seemingly random order on the ground. The red and blue ones were placed in a cluster in the middle with the yellow ones looking as if to orbit around the center ones.

"Can anyone tell me what color this is?" The kind teacher, a Ms. Smith if he remembered correctly, asked the class as she pointed to one of the circular shapes held up to the white board by scotch tape. "Anyone? How about you Harry?"

Said boy ignored her and continued placing his blocks with what could almost be called reverence. Ms. Smith sighed and finished her lesson so the children could have play time.

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"Harry? Why don't you participate in learning time with the rest of the class?" Ms. Smith smiled as she asked this, leaning towards the boy still playing with his blocks. She had always liked him, the quite shy one that seemed to awkward to play with kids his own age. The large scar on his face further distanced him from other children and made her want to try even harder to get to know the boy.

"Too boring." She started at his answer.

"Boring? Well, what do you like? Do you want to learn about animals, shapes.."

"Math." This confused her, most kids his age thought the numbers too confusing to try and learn, instead choosing to play with toys and such.

"Well what's your favorite number? I like seven because it's so lucky."

"Pi." Now she was really confused, most kids his age have never even heard of pi, much less thought it was anything besides food.

"Well why do you like it so much? Does it taste…"

"Pi was mostly likely discovered by the Greeks or Romans and became popular by Albert Einstein during the 18th century. It is used to find the area and perimeter of a circle. It is an irrational number due to the fact it has no end and follows no pattern." Ms. Smith was floored. This three year old child knew enough about pi to be in at least middle school, yet he was here in her class, playing with blocks.

"If.. If you know so much why are you here Harry?"

"Don't want attention." . She never noticed the fact his blocks mapped out something most scientist would give their lives for. Only once she was picking them up did she see the electrons for what they were. She dropped and subject and never brought it up again with the exception of his guardians, who seemed somewhat cross once told. After telling them, Ms. Smith never saw Harry in class again. After sending a report to the London CPS, she meet a rather nice man named Albus Dumbledore.

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Five years later...

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David Friden peered down at the figure in front of him, the dark cowl cover the person's head and the attached cloak kept him from so much as getting a good look at said person's figure. For all he knew the one he hired could be a monkey with purple spots. "So you think you can do this Mr… Legacy?" The figure snorted and David's neutral expression twisted into a frown. "Three men died trying to get into that place. It's a fortress! So you can understand if I mind you taking this so lightly, correct?!" Legacy leaned back in his chair, his posture indicated he was smirking.

"I understand. Just rest assured, General, you will have your intel. I have not failed yet and won't start doing so now." General David Friden leaned towards Legacy, even face to face he couldn't even make out so much as a nose.

"So you say, but I believe actions speak louder than words. More so if said action is delivered with plenty of ass kicking and fire."

"That it does."


So, I'm back. If you read my massive note at the beginning good for you; if not go read it. If you see any spelling/grammar errors just let me know and I'll get to fixing them. The Laptop I used for this chapter has horrible ghosting issues, so if you see any letters/caps/spacings missing that's why. So review for me! I don't care if you like it, hate it, just tell me what's wrong and I'll try to make it write. (Ha ha I'm so punny.)