Death Wish

Hello everyone! Hope you're all having a wonderful day. As I'm writing this, the first chapter has just been published. As such, I have only seen one review so far. I shall respond to this at the end of the chapter. The response in terms of Favs and follows was absolutely amazing, keep it coming, thank you so much!

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As always, this work isn't my own, apart from the bits that are, the rest is all JK's.

My wand is 13 ¼ inches, Aspen wood wand with a dragon heartstring core. (I've used it for Harry's wand here. He has no horcrux btw)
Slytherin house

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Chapter 2

'Portus'

The world suddenly started to spin violently. His breath was caught in his throat as his lungs felt like they were being compressed under a giant's boot, all he could hear was white noise blaring in his ear. He thought he was going to die. All of a sudden, the swirling stopped, and he could breathe again, he wasn't dead thankfully. What he was though, was lost.

He had appeared in what looked like a very rundown pub in the middle of London. He must be lost, surely. This didn't at all look like what he had imagined. The walls were tattered, the paint peeling off and the picture frames, most of which were empty, held large cracks. Even the people sitting in the pub looked rundown. There was a man off to Harry's right who only had 2 teeth and his clothes, well it's fair to say it was hard to tell that he was wearing any, they were so torn.

The bartender must have noticed Harry's confused face as he called out to him.

"First time being to the Leaky mate?" Harry nodded, "Yeah don't worry about it, it aint as dodgy as it seems. I'm Tom, owner. Assuming you wanna get to Diagon Alley, you'll wanna walk through that back door, and tap the bricks 3 times. Then, you'll need to go to the bank and speak to the goblins. Alright? Good."

"Wait, Tom. Di… Did you say Goblins!?"

"Ah must be muggleborn. Yeah don't worry about them though. As long as you're quick and don't waste their time, you'll be fine!"

"Oh, ok. Cheers Tom."

After doing exactly as Tom had said with the brick wall, Harry was exposed to the wizarding world proper for the first time. In front of him was a long, narrow road that was covered in people wearing brightly coloured robes and hats. To either side, shops, too many to count on just his two hands. Ones that sold animals, ones that sold clothes, flying brooms, potions, wands, toys, jokes, sweets, everything! It was beautiful. There was even someone playing music somewhere.

At the end of the road, just as Tom had said there would be, was a giant, white marble building. It towered over all of the other shops being at least three times as high. It was a fairly daunting sight to say the least for Harry.

It took him nearly ten minutes to walk the length of the alley, be it because of his intrigue at the items being sold or the heavy crowds he didn't know.

Inside the bank, Harry froze out of shock. How Tom could say not to be worried about these creatures was beyond him. They were terrifying little things with claws for hands and noses longer than Harry's fingers. Aiming to make this trip as quickly as possible, he went to the nearest Teller to the door.

"Um, hi I wa..." "NAME?"

He was temporarily stunned at the interruption but gave his name, nonetheless.

"Harry Potter sir."

The goblin looked up in shock, "That's impossible" He whispered before scampering off somewhere.

"Oh. Well that was rude."

Just as Harry was about to leave, the goblin came back with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Mr Potter, are you aware that until this moment you were assumed dead as of 31st October 1981?"

"Um. No? Why is that? I can assure you I'm very alive."

"I'm afraid that is not my place to tell you. Anyways, there has been no problem in reactivating the Potter vaults and you will now follow Griphook down to vault 687 to withdraw funds. Here is a bottomless money pouch that you can use after your first visit to the vault as well as your key. Good Day."

Without even asking Harry if he wanted anything else, he was pushed aside to allow for the next customer. While he was a little disgruntled, he was more confused than anything. One, he was supposedly dead, for some reason. Two, he had money and his own vault?! He decided that the goblins probably weren't the best resource to answer his questions, so he promised himself to do some research.

The ride down to his vault was one of the most exhilarating experiences of his life. He assumed that this is what those roller-coasters felt like, only there was absolutely no safety parameters in Gringotts, only a bar to hold onto as if your life depended on it. It took about forty-five seconds for the death trap of awesomeness to reach the vault, which was situated on a rather thin corridor of vaults with the track placed through the middle.

"Key please!" His heart stopped. He didn't have a key. What an idiot!

"Oh… erm sorry Mr Griphook. I... I don't have a... a Key… Sorry."

"Place your hand on the Vault door. Shall you not be who you say you are, then there will be no problems. For us."

With an audible gulp, Harry stepped up to the door and place is right hand in the slot that had appeared, time seemed to slow as Harry awaited rejection by the vault and his probable death at the hands of the goblins. It never came, and he breathed a sigh of relief as the door opened. That sigh of relief quickly turned into a gasp of shock however, as he took in the mountains upon mountains of gold that stood in front of him.

"Uhm, Griphook? How much money is in here?!"

"There is a ledger on the right as you go in."

With a nod, he stepped into the vault. It was even bigger on the inside than it had looked, the walls of the vault were approximately three metres apart and stretched back by at least ten metres from the door. Apart from the one by one metre square just as he walked in, the floor space was entirely covered in golden coins, it was beautiful. It became even more beautiful as he read the numbers on the ledger to his right.

"FOUR HUNDRED THOUSAND GALLEONS! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! WOO"

Today was a very good day if your name was Harry Potter.

"Griphook, what's the exchange rate for pounds to galleons?"

"Near enough £5 to one galleon." Came the raspy voice from outside the vault door.

"Wait, so hang on. Five times one-hundred-thousand is five-hundred-thousand. Times that by four. And Holy shit I'm a double millionaire… Holy mother of god."

It took Harry five minutes to compose himself after such a revelation, all his life he had no money of his own to spend. Only what he was given every month as pocket money by the orphanage, and that could only stretch to two packets of crisps per month. So being handed £2 million one day was quite a shock to the system.

"Are you ready to leave now Mr Potter? Or are you planning on staying in the vault. Because I can assure you, that can be arranged."

"No, no it's ok. How do I use my money pouch though?"

"Well it should be set up already, just think of the amount you want when you place your hand in and you'll get that amount." A terrifying toothy grin welcomed Harry as he exited the vault. Something on the list of things he never wanted to see and never wants to see again.

Another death ride up to the surface and Harry was back out into the open air and ready to spend his new-found riches. The most exciting thing that he was anticipating to buy was most definitely a wand, a way to harness, control and distribute is power in an effective, efficient and deadly way. Yes. That's exactly what he wanted. So that's exactly what he went to buy.

The shop, 'Ollivanders, makers of fine wands since 382 B.C', was a dingy little black building of at the end next to Gringotts. Inside it looked as if it was abandoned. Cobwebs lay in the corners and on the boxes behind the counter, and the little bell was almost completely rusted, as if it hadn't been used in hundreds of years. The only tell-tale sign of life was the faint whistling of the shop owner behind the shelves. Despite not expecting the bell to work, Harry tried it and to his surprise, it worked!

"Ah. Mr Potter. What an unexpected yet totally expected visit. It is of the opinion in the wizarding world that you are no longer with us, despite many people, myself included, not truly believing so. I assume you are in need of a wand? Well then, you've come to the right place. Garrick Ollivander, at your service." They shook hands and Mr Ollivander turned from chit chat and into business.

"Let's see, Larch Wood, phoenix feather, 13 ½ inches. Try this one."

Harry took the lightly coloured wand in his grasp and felt nothing, it felt just like a plain old stick. He placed it straight back on the desk.

"Hmm, interesting. Ok. Well how about this, Holly, phoenix feather, 11 inches. Try that one instead."

This time there was slight tingling around his body, but it didn't feel right. There was no power in it. It felt weak. Unusable.

"That is, unexpected. I'll try again. Maybe, yes maybe this one. Aspen wood, dragon heartstring, fairly rigid, 13 ¼ inches."

As soon as Harry grasped the wood, the whole shop shook as if there was an earthquake. He could feel the power that this wand held, it was unbeatable, he knew it. It was a beautiful wand, there was a curvature to it, just after the end of the handle it bent upwards before bending again to go back straight. The handle itself was covered in amazing swirling carvings that looked like the waves of a tsunami and were heading up the wand, as if a destructive force ready to burst out. He couldn't have hoped for a better wand.

"This one most definitely Mr ollivander."

"Yes, it would appear so." The old wandmaker appeared particularly shocked at what had just occurred. His face had gone white and his eyes wide. It was the face one made when they realised they had just gone face to face with the devil.

"Brilliant. What's the problem though?"

"There is no problem young Potter. No problem at all. Just know, that the wand you now posses is incredibly powerful, and I plead you to be mindful of the spells that you cast, for it can easily taint its master should it be used wrongly. The price shall be seven galleons."

With his thoughts racing, Harry paid the money and left the shop. All worries left his mind almost straight away however as he was welcomed back into the hustle and bustle of the wizarding world.

After this, he went to buy the required materials on his list. It only made sense for him to get a trunk first as that way he had a place the put the rest of his things. Despite, being insanely rich, there was no overwhelming desire to have the absolute best of everything. However, that didn't mean he wasn't going to have above average materials.

So, when he got to the trunk shop, he was surprised to find that it was in no way alike Mr Ollivanders wand shop. The building itself wasn't much bigger, but it was inside where the differences were made. As he entered the shop, it was almost impossible to see anything due to mountains of trunks stacked right up to the ceiling. There must have been at least 125 trunks in a not very large space. Somehow, the shopkeeper had managed to ensure that light was not blocked by the trunks, how though, was anyone's guess according to Harry. Standing behind the counter was a miniscule man, probably came up to about Harry's waist. The man beamed at him as he approached.

"Hello sir, I'd like to buy a trunk. Preferably one that is above the average standard for a Hogwarts student if that is possible?"

"Of course, my good young man! I can give you one that has an expansion charm on the inside, allowing you to store up to seven times as many items! As well as this it will be featherweight charmed to ensure maximum ease when travelling. How does that do my man?" He had held his extremely happy expression during his enthusiastic speech.

"Yes. Of course, that would be excellent. What would the price be?"

"I'd say 50 galleons young fellow! Would you like black, brown or white to be its outer colour?"

After paying the price, Harry walked out with his black trunk, helpfully shrunk by the shopkeeper in his pocket. Next up, it was the bookshop, flourish & Blotts.

Because of his difficult childhood life, Harry had never been able to satisfy his thirst for knowledge. It was hard to contain his excitement at being able to buy and read any book that he wanted. By the end of the next month, he was going to be completely booked out. And he loved it.

There was very little special about this shop, to the untrained eye. However, to those with the thirst for knowledge and the ambition to be the very best of themselves, it was quite simply the best place in the world. There was sections on everything that Harry could and couldn't have dreamed of. Mind magic, dark magic, transfiguration, charms, defence, medical to name just a few. It took Harry a lot longer than it would most first years to buy his books for the first year. Because, it would be silly to only learn what the syllabus required of you. How would anyone do anything with their lives if they only knew about what they taught at school. He would assume that those kids lucky enough to have grown up in the wizarding world would definitely be incredibly knowledgeable about not only the physical spell casting, but the theory behind it as well as the political side of magic. Because there must be a magical government. The regular English government had no idea about magic and neither did the people, so it would be impossible for there not to be one.

After collecting his regular books, Harry then went browsing in all sections of the book shop. He bought books that taught how to maim his opponents and how to stop his opponents from maiming him, how to heal minor wounds, how to curse and jinx friend or foe etc. The man behind the counter raised his eyebrows at Harry's extensive list of 'dark' books. But he didn't bat an eyelash. There was no way in telling what the other children at Hogwarts would be like. For all he knew, they'd be just like the ones from the orphanage, horrible little shits. If this was the case, then Harry needed to be prepared to face the worst against people who would most likely know the same amount, if not more, offensive and dangerous magic.

After paying 40 galleons for his books and placing them in his trunk, he bought the rest of his supplies bog standard as they are on the school list, hoping to learn how to charm and improve them himself. After buying his supplies and using another 70 galleons, he bought some fine silk robes. The regular Hogwarts ones had been far too uncomfortable and heavy to wear every day, so he decided to splurge a bit. 80 Galleons it had cost, expensive, but worth it. Regular muggle clothes, he'd learnt the term from the shopkeeper, would be better for everyday wear he felt. At the moment at least.

It had taken him a while to decide but, in the end, Harry decided on an owl as the best animal out of the three to cake to Hogwarts. It was a wonder that everyone didn't take owls. They were able to deliver post. Could cats or toads do that? No. So why was it a choice? The owl he had chosen was perfect, he felt. It was a regular barn owl, but she had a special something about her that made her stand out in the shop. Harry wasn't sure what it was, but it felt magical. He had called her, Hedwig.

And after all that, he was done. A grand total of 267 Galleons, or £1335. Harry was dead on his feet. They really needed to invest in somewhere to sit whilst in the alley.

Obviously, Harry needed to go back to the orphanage until September the first, something he was hoping to avoid. And as if by magic, an opportunity presented itself as he stepped back into the leaky cauldron. A large sign behind the bar read, ' ROOMS TO RENT, 1 GALLEON PER NIGHT'. This would be perfect!

"Uhm, excuse me, Tom? Could I rent a room for the next month please?"

"O' course lad. No where to go? Shame that. Normally that'd be 31 Galleons but ill cut some off for ya and make it 20. That alright?"

After paying the 20 galleons, he headed up to his room, room 13. A good night's sleep was exactly what he needed at the moment, and he was gone before his head even hit the pillow.

(1 month later)

It may have been only a month, but for Harry it had felt like years. Not that that was a bad thing. Just as it had reached the 30th August, he had finished and learnt all that is books could teach him. He was now well versed in wizarding pureblood culture, he was able to perform spells in every subject except charms up to fourth year. Something that had seriously helped his learning and his memory retention was the books on mind magic. One of the first things that Harry had promised himself to learn was Occlumency. By organising his thoughts and feelings behind a barrier, he was able to bring forth any memory. This allowed him to not get distracted by wayward thoughts and remember even the slightest details. It also meant that he could hold his emotions expertly, allowing a sort of mask to fall whenever he wished. Many adult wizards and witches believed that to learn occlumency took many years. However, this was not the case. This was widely believed because the standard method was rather slow and laborious. Harry's method was a lot quicker, but also a lot more difficult. Instead of going through each individual memory and building defences brick by brick, Harry had just imagined what he wanted the end result to look like and willed it so. For his defences, he had massive castle walls, with razor wire covering them. To set that up had only taken a couple of hours instead of a few months.

All of this meant that on 1st September, he was more than ready for his first year at Hogwarts. So, after making sure he had everything, with his trunk in his pocket, he grasped the ticket that had come in the post on 25th August and was transported to platform 9 ¾.

He had not known what to expect when he arrived at the platform. The obvious would've been a train in his mind but thinking about wizards using trains seemed weird. Obviously, when he got to the platform, he discovered that wizards were indeed, weird.

Not only was it a train, but it was a bloody brilliant train as well. Its engine was bright red as if it had just been painted, ready for the big day. The smoke that billowed out of the top was being contained by some sort of invisible force field creating a kind of cloud over the train and platform. It really was a sight to behold. Thanks to Harry behind quite organised in the morning, the station and train were rather empty which meant finding his way to a compartment right at the back was quite easy.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the platform had slowly started to fill up with students and after another ten, it was empty again, as the train set off from London on its way to Hogwarts. Just after the station moved out of sight, two young girls, about the same age as Harry busted into the compartment. At first, they didn't see him, but eventually they noticed and the blond haired one seemed rather put out.

"Come on Tracy, this ones used already." She looked very upset for some reason that Harry couldn't quite figure out, well now was as good a time as ever to make some friends.

"No! Sorry. You can sit here if you like, I won't cause a bother" Both girls faces lit up in delight over this and they sat down opposite him.

"Daphne Greengrass of the most ancient and noble house of Greengrass. My friend here is Tracy Davis of the ancient house of Davis. A pleasure to meet you…."

"Ah, Harry Potter of the most ancient and noble house of Potter. A pleasure to meet you my lady." He noticed their pure blood demeanor that he had read about and as such, kissed her outstretched hand and replied in the appropriate manner, before noticing their shocked faces.

"Is this the whole thing where I'm meant to be dead? Because I don't quite understand that." They nodded silently, still with shocked faces.

"Well maybe one of you two beautiful ladies can inform me of why this is?"

It was Daphne that first recovered and told him the whole story.

"Mr Potter, can I call you Harry?" He nodded. "Thank you. Harry, 10 years ago, a dark wizard, one of the darkest ever, came to your house and killed your parents. There had been a war going on, and your parents were right at the front, fighting for the light. It is rumoured that you were meant to be the prophesised killer of Voldemort, the dark wizard, so he came to kill you as a baby. Everyone thought he succeeded because you disappeared. But at the same time, you seemed to have killed him because he hasn't been seen since. So, Harry, you're known as the vanquisher, the most famous child of all time." Daphne was out of breath by the time she had finished her little story, and now it was Harry's turn to look shocked. It all made sense now, the face of the goblins, the piles of gold, his mysterious discovery at the side of a road as a child. It all made more sense now.

"Well. Then I hope you two wouldn't mind in being the first two friends of 'The Vanquisher' in the wizarding world, would you?" Both girls shook their heads violently.

After the rather riveting start to the journey, there was very little action for the rest of it, making it a rather pleasant journey as the three new friends began to learn more about each other and their lives.

Wow, just wow. Over 4000 words, absolutely crazy. I think this is my longest fic yet and its only the second chapter. Now, there was a review asking about how people at the orphanage new his name was Harry. And to that I say that he could probably say a few words when he was one, 'Harw' being one of them.

Again, please keep on favouriting, following and reviewing, I absolutely love it when you do. Chapter three has been planned out and should be up within the next few days. However I have exams starting this week so no promises.

Once again, thanks for reading!