July, 31, 1991
Harry Potter's eleventh birthday
Today is the day Harry has been waiting for since he was seven years old. The day he became Lord Potter, a legal adult by magic law. He had just woken up and finished his morning work out and shower. In the past three years Harry has grow enormously. In all aspects.
Everything they predicted was true. Harry could now take on any normal fifth year Hogwarts student with his wand. Any third year with wandless magic. And has the knowledge of O.W.L and N.E.W.T level. He has grown even more than they thought in occlumency, now being able to handle Nathan, easily even. Yet his legilimency wasn't as good. He would be able to read any students and even some teachers minds. But was no where near able to read some one like Dumbledore or Voldemort.
And he has finished his muggle studies, even learning how to read, write, and speak both French and Spanish. With his power growing at an even faster rate then normal wizards, from all his training and studying, as well as his growing body is naturally making more magic, and the seals weaken more and more everyday. He was able to learn at a faster rate than normal, and with all the magic coursing through his body he barely needed to sleep to function at a hundred percent.
He knew for a fact that his magic was more potentate then both Voldemort and Dumbledore, not to mention his reserves were well beyond both of them. Now he only needed to harness it, with more knowledge and experience he would be able to handle them easily.
Physically he was five foot two, the average height of a thirteen year old. His body has filled out nicely, having a four pack, and being very lean, having a more swimmers build. Which was expected since he loved to swim and fly. Both needing a more smaller physique. He loved the feeling when he was in water or in the sky, he felt weightless, like nothing mattered.
Harry was in his room on his bed, mentally preparing himself for the ritual. He knew without a doubt that the family magic would accept him, but he was still nervous. After it accepted him he would be taking on a lot more responsibility. And he already had a lot of plans set up for when he was excepted. Very important plans, that he could not fail.
"Are you ready?" Came the sweet, caring voice of Abby.
She has grown even more beautiful in the past years, and Harry still couldn't believe it. Even though elves matured faster. Hell, even Toby had the mentality of a fifteen year old now. He has grown and specks regular English now. And has been greatly helping Harry with his studies.
Abby has continued to tease and flirt with him, even more now that she knew what it was. But Harry has grown used to it and wasn't effected by it, so now she did it more to get a reaction out of him. The best part is whenever Harry teased her back, or flirted, she would become redder than a strawberry. Harry thought it was adorable and told her every time, which only increased her embarrassment.
"Now that you're here, I feel like I can do anything." Harry said with a smirk trying to distract himself.
She had a small smile on her face from the comment as she blushed and tried to hide her happiness from the comment by holding her hand in front of her face."Marcus is waiting for you in your study." She said before swiftly leaving, her hair flowing behind her.
Harry stood up with a sigh before walking to his study. When he entered Marcus was on one of the couches reading a book."Ah, Harry. It's the big day. Are you ready?" Marcus asked with a big smile.
"Of course I am." Harry said with his emotionless mask on, mentally preparing himself.
"Good. For the ceremony you will need your own wand. So you will be choosing one from the Potter collection." At this Harry smiled, some of his worries leaving him."All of the are better than anything Ollivander could make, if not on par. Follow me." Marcus said going to where they kept all the wands.
It was a giant room. Two full stories of wands behind glass displays. But they went past all of them. Going straight to a door at the far end of the hall. Harry stared at all the wands in wonder. He had only been allowed in this room once. He knew he wouldn't be allowed to use a real wand until he was eleven so he didn't torture himself by coming here often. But he had to marvel at all the different types of wands. All different lengths, designs, colors, cores. He could feel the magic of each one. Each one completely different from the rest.
But then they entered the door and his heart nearly stopped. In the past minute he had seen hundreds of wands that were plastered on the wall, felt their magic and knew their capabilities. But the one in front of him right now was out of this world. He could feel the power from it. It was endless, like an ocean, no an ocean was to small to compare it to this wands power, it was more like space. He could visible see it's power glowing around it, changing colors never stopping on one.
"Beautiful. Isn't it?" Marcus asked also staring at the wand.
"Yes." Harry replied, still awing at the wand.
The wand was fifteen inches long. It was a pearly white that seem to brighten the entire room. It had an almost metallic look to it. Engraved onto the wand were black markings that seemed to change and flow, as if it represented the magic flowing inside the wand. It was beautiful. The pitch black engraving seemed to look even darker on the white heaven like glow of the wand.
"What is it?" Harry asked, having know idea what this wand is. Having not red or come across anything like this.
"This is the most prized possession of the Potter family."Marcus said pausing to stare at the wand."You've read about The Three Brothers, correct?"
"Yes."
"Well this is said to be what Death made the Elder wand after."
"What? How? Isn't that story over half a millennia old?"
"Yes."
"Then how old is this wand?"
"That is a very good question. A very good question indeed."
"Do you know?"
"No one knows the exact age. But we know the wood is more than ten thousand years old."
"What?!"
"Yes, far older than anything in this world."
"What is the core made of?"
"What is the elder wand's core?"
"A Thestral, right?"
"Correct. Now if that was made in the image of this wand. What do you think is the core of this wand?"
"I'm not quite sure." Harry said slowly.
Marcus looked at him with a smile."It's magic core is a winged horse."
"Which one, there are four species?"
Marcus smiled at him once again."All four species."
"What?! How can a wand have more then one core, let alone four?"
"I don't know. It is older than any know civilization."
"But how did the Potter family get it? How old is the Potter family?" Harry said, his emotionless mask being long gone. The only answer Harry ever got was a smile.
"Enough talking. None of this will matter if the wand doesn't chose you."
"What do you mean chose me?"
"The wand chooses the wizard, not the other way around. If it deems you worth and powerful enough, you will be able to wield it. And your power will become one."
"And if it doesn't?"
"You will die." Marcus said bluntly, but he wasn't afraid at all. He had full confidence in his master to bond with the powerful wand.
'Here goes nothing.' Harry thought as he reached out and grabbed the wand. Immediately the power of the wand flooded his body. Flowing up his arm and spreading within seconds taking him over. He fell to his knees breathing hard. He felt no pain or comfort. Just the defining power of the wand trying to take him over. Harry understood what was going on and started to do exactly the same. Pushing all his magic into the wand. It was a battle of submission. If Harry won, he would be one step closer to his goal, if he failed, he would die.
But Harry wasn't going to die. Not after all he's been through. All the pain and hard work, no, it wouldn't end with him dying by some piece of wood. No matter how powerful, or old it was.
The battle of power began to increase. The force throwing Marcus out of the room and slamming the door. Everything went flying. The case the wand was previously in shattered and the glass went flying around the room. Papers flew into the air, the floor boards, and walls being ripped apart. All the debris flew around Harry.
With one final push of his power Harry pushed everything available into the wand. Everything dropped to the ground. Harry had conquered the wand. He was now it's master. But he knew that wasn't true. He could feel it's power. It let him win, he was done, he had no more power left. But the wand was still pulsing with power, as if nothing happened. It could have killed him but it didn't. This really unnerved him, but the wand chose him for a reason. He slowly stood and tightened his grip on the wand. He stood up and exited the room to see Marcus getting of the ground.
"You OK?" Harry asked helping Marcus up.
"Yes, quite. It seems you have 'mastered' the wand."
"No, I didn't. It just gave up and gave me control."
"Well, just because you didn't force it, doesn't mean you haven't mastered it. It chose you, so you are still it's master. You will just have to practice with it to grow more connected."
"I have one final gift for you."
"Aren't gifts supposed to be given. And not.. you know.. having to be mastered and almost dying for it." Harry said waving around the wand in his hand to emphasize his point only for the glass displays to explode."What was that?"
"Your wand. It is very powerful. You have better get that under control before going to Hogwarts."
"But I've only have a months. And I still have my studies and I'll have my responsibilities as Lord Potter."
"I know. You better work hard." Marcus said smiling at Harry. He has been so overwhelmed and surprised he hasn't even been trying to hide his emotions. It was refreshing to him, that Harry was acting some what his age for once.
The two were now back in the study and Marcus pulled out a trunk from no where. He search through it for a few seconds before pulling out a silky cloth that sparkled in the light. It was a very dark purple, almost black, color.
"What's that?" Harry asked regaining some of his composure.
"This is the invisible cloak."
"The, invisible cloak?"
"Yes."
"How can the Potter family have both the invisible cloak, and a wand that is supposedly stronger than the elder wand?"
"Because the Potters are descendants of the Peverell brothers." Marcus said as if it were nothing.
"Don't you think this would be important information to have? The Peverell brothers are more famous then the founders of Hogwarts."
"The information means nothing. You can't become the Lord of Peverell with out the Three Deathly Hollows."
"Isn't that how you become master of death?"
"Yes."
Harry groaned to himself."This has been the longest day of my life. Let's just get this ritual over with." Harry said just wanting to go to bed.
After everything that has gone on today. The prospect of becoming Lord Potter has been really watered down. Harry and Marcus walked in silenced as they walked outside to the garden, where the ceremony would begin.
This time all the house elves were here, not needing to strip for this ritual. He would up to a huge a very expensive looking book. This was the book of Potter. Each time a new Lord came into power they would write there name in the book and the family magic would judge to see if you were worth. Harry walked up and placed the tip of his wand on the book. Not even bothering channeling his magic through it. For there was so much in it already, if he did he might have destroyed the book.
As soon as the wand touch the book, a bright blue glow, of the family magic began to climb up his wand. It wrapped around the entire wand before engulfing Harry as well. It swirled around him, checking ever inch of his body, ever part of his soul and magic. Making sure he was a true heir of the Potter family, the right age, and worthy of holding the title of Lord Potter.
The magic stopped swirling around Harry and began seeping into him, accepting him as Lord Potter. Harry was so distracted he didn't notice how all around him it was pouring. Giant dark clouds had moved in, heavy wind and rain, lightning hitting the ground inches from Harry. The ground literally shook in the wake of the new Lord Potter. And all the house elves stared in awe at the knew Lord Potter.
Marcus walked up to Harry holding a wooden box. It was polished red wood with the engraving of vines on the sides. Marcus opened it to show a platinum ring with a lion roaring. In the mouth of the lion was a large ruby.
"This is your last test of becoming Lord Potter. The family magic has recognized you as a Potter and of age. This will determine if you are powerful enough to carry the Potter name to new glory."
Harry nodded in understanding, reaching out for the ring. Harry put the ring on his left ring finger, knowing that in tradition it was meant to go between the engagement ring and wedding band. There was a bright flash of gold before the ring quickly resized itself. Almost immediately deeming him worth, Harry took great pride in this. Harry looked over the ring and saw, besides the lion with the ruby, that there was words engraved on the platinum ring.
"O teleftaíos echthrós pou tha kataktitheí eínai o thánatos."
'The last enemy that shall be conquered is Death.' Harry translated the Greek into English mentally.'So, we are actually the descendants of Peverell.' Harry thought seeing the link between the Tale of the Three Brothers, and the Potter family motto.
'I will conquer all that stand in the way of the potter family. And when the time comes I will become the Lord Peverell, master of Death itself.' Harry vowed to himself as he stared at his ring.
"I will be in my bedroom if anyone needs me." Harry said, thinking he could use a nap after all that's gone on today. But he didn't know just how exhausted he was. For once his head touch his pillow he was asleep.
One month later
The past month has been extremely strenuous on Harry. He has followed his regular schedule, except he didn't have his regular exploring, since he already knew where everything was. And his studies and training were only getting harder. On top of that Harry has been practicing with his new wand, so he doesn't accidentally over load a spell and kill some one with a simple stunner.
The first time this happened he sent a stunner at Nathan during a sparing, at it blew up the entire wall behind him. Knocking Nathan out and giving him a concussion. Luckily he was close enough to the wall for it to case any damage. He had very mixed emotions that day. On one hand he had hurt Nathan, his brother figure, and on the other hand he was growing stronger. Being able to cause that much damage with a simple stunner. That says a lot about his magic, he held his head up high that entire day. But, it fell quickly when Nathan gave him even more work to get his wand under control.
His work as Lord Potter didn't help either. Having gone with out management for the past eleven years. He spent the past month going over information that wasn't allowed to him before his ceremony. So he had to look over everything the Potter family owned. All the houses, businesses, shares, investments, and most importantly all their ties with other houses.
He had found many alliances with other families and would keep an eye out for them all. Many included the houses of Black, Longbottom, Bones, and Greengrass families. As well as many marriage proposals to Harry. Harry, having decided he would take multiple wives, looked over each one and would keep an eye out for each one when he arrived at Hogwarts.
Hogwarts was starting tomorrow, and Harry still hadn't even been able to look over the family vault and will. He would have to look over them today when he went to Diagon Alley, where he would pick up a few things. Harry already had everything he needed for school except a personal owl, and a few books. Because the ones he had were to worn out or out of date.
Harry was currently walking out of Eeylops Owl Emporium, with a snow white owl. Harry bought it a soon as he saw it in the store. The way it looked at him and the way the bright white owl stood out in the dark store. It just called to him. He could see the intelligence in it's eyes. He knew it would have a fierce loyalty to him and would be a very special owl.
Harry was now on his way back to the Leaky Cauldron, where he was spending the night. He was extremely happy about his transformation after the destruction of the Horcrux. Many thought he would be a small boy, with raven hair, emerald eyes, and a very noticeable scar on his forehead. But Harry didn't look anything like how they thought he would.
Harry wore black robes made of dragon hid and silk. The black robes flowed around him and sparkled slightly, showing of the dragon hid. These robes were edged with red outlining. These robes were one of Harry's best. He wanted to show his power and wealth, but didn't want to show he was Harry Potter. Not yet, he wanted to just travel through Diagon Alley in peace, for now.
His hair was grown out to cover up his scare. He had found out that the Horcrux was preventing the scar from being held, and now that it was gone he could heal it so it was barely noticeable. But he wanted to keep it, to show who he was, what happened to him. It was a symbol, and he would keep it. He knew a spell to shorten his hair later. Once his name was announced during the sorting he would use it later that night.
Everyone say a tall, strong, hansom, third year student. He wore no glasses, held himself high, emitting a presence of Lordship. An aura that demanded attention, respect, and showed leadership. Nothing like what they were told he would be. No, for this is the body Harry made for himself. For he was now in control of his own destiny.
Harry walked up the pearly white stairs of Gringotts. He gave a slight nod to each of the guards, making them stare at him as they closed the doors. He walked down the long hall of desks, where the goblins worked, and stopped at the end in front of the head goblin. He seemed to be working on something for the moment so Harry waited for him to finish.
Once he was done he gave Harry a nod of recognition and Harry bowed slightly towards him before he began to speak."Good evening. I am Lord Potter. I believe one of my house elves sent you a letter stating I would be here to look over the vaults and any information you have for the family." Harry said politely rising from his bow, as the goblin stared at him in confusion, interest, and was highly surprised. Wizards are usually very rude and arrogant people.
"Ah, yes, we have been expecting you. Do you have your key with you?" Harry nodded and placed his key on the counter."Very good, if you will follow me." the goblin said as he walked off with Harry behind him.
Harry followed the goblin down the halls. Go through various doors, up and down stairs. It was a maze, but Harry knew they had gone in many circles. It was so no one memorize the passages to the vaults. But Harry was pretty confident he could if he wanted to. Along the way Harry made polite conversation, apologizing for not asking his name, and learning it was Rognus.
He could tell the goblin was very surprised by His actions. He knew how wizards treated other creature, thinking of themselves a better. Harry wasn't like that though. Living with the Dursley's he knew what that felt like, so he wouldn't treat anyone like that. He might act a little cold, or hold himself with confidence, but he would never think little of anyone.
Especially if that being was intelligent. Harry could never understand how they thought of goblins as animals, they had laws, a society, had clans, and jobs. The only difference between them and wizards was their laws and traditions were a little different, which can be said for all human societies. And they looked different. Which Harry thought was incredible stupid that wizards were just as racist and narrow minded as muggles. And yet they thought themselves better.
After a while of talking they found themselves in front of a cart. Once they got in they took off. It was a good thing Harry had been practicing with magic transportation, or else he would've hurled. And that wouldn't be a good first impression.
Once it stopped there was a huge vault in front of them. Vault 687, Harry James Potter. Harry stepped into a descent sized room, compared to the rooms at the Potter manor. That was filled with Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. Rognus handed him a sheet holding all the info on the vault. Thanking him Harry began to look over the information.
Harry James Potter
Trust fund until becoming Lord Potter
Weekly allowance:
1000 galleons
500 sickles
300 knuts
Full amount:
200,000 galleons
500,000 sickles
250,000 knuts
Items:
None
'I wonder where all that money was when I was stuck with the Dursley's.' Harry thought to himself looking over all the money in the vault.
Harry took out his wand and summoned his annual allowance. Just because he could take however much he wanted doesn't mean he should. It all flew into his unlimited space, and light as a feather, charmed poach. Usually you wouldn't be able to use summoning magic on anything in the vaults, but seeing as Harry is connected to the family magic, now that he is Lord Potter. He was able to summon anything in his owned vaults.
"Thank you Rognus. Do you mind taking me to the family vault?" Harry asked politely with a smile.
"Of course Lord Potter." The goblin said, with an ever growing smile at the young wizards politeness. There were four things that goblins extremely liked respect, loyalty, power, and money. And Harry was showing them all of them.
They entered the cart once again before going deeper into the tunnels. It was a much longer ride than from the surface to his vault. He knew his family was very old. So he expected this. The only families that would be before the Potters would be the founding families. And that was because they helped Merlin with the ties the wizard world now has with the goblins.
Soon they stopped in front of vault 5. 'Knew it.' Harry thought to himself while getting out of the cart."We are here mister Potter. To open this vault I will need your blood. If you would?" Rognus asked holding his hand out.
Harry placed his and in his, where Rognus took out a dagger and poked his hand. He then went up to the vault and stabbed the slot of the vault. The door and the dagger immediately vanished. In side was a room ten times larger than the ballroom at the Potter manor. He was told that the Potter ballroom was double the size of Hogwarts great hall.
Harry thanked the goblin, took the papers that had information on it, and began to explore the vault. The width and the height of the room was definitely ten times larger than the Potter ballroom, but it seemed to just keep going back. He couldn't see the back wall and didn't have time to explore.
The papers he held at the moment showed all the property and businesses the Potter family owned, as well as how much money is put in, and taken out, from managing those businesses. He already knew all this, but still skimmed it over to see if there was anything knew.
He found a lot of new properties and businesses. There were many over sea businesses, shares, and investments that weren't even mentioned in the papers he had back at the Potter manor.
'The only information at the manor. Are those of interest to the ruling Lord.' Harry heard from the pulsing magic on his left hand.
He had found out some time ago, that when Marcus said he would have the power and knowledge of all previous Lords, he wasn't lying. He soon found out when he needed an answer to a question he didn't know he would hear a voice of a previous Lord Potter who did. Add this to the fact he had nearly perfect memory, his knowledge grew phenomenally. The family ring also held emergence magic. Each time a Lord died a piece of their magic was stored into the ring. Not a lot though. The magic of one Lord could do basically nothing. But over the many years of the Potter family, it adds up.
When ever a Lord is in a life threatening situation the magic will protect him. Whether it be giving him the magic directly, putting a sort of shield around him, calling for help, or various other things.
After Harry looked over the first few pages of property, he decided he would look it over later. But he never found out how much the Potter family vault actually held. So he quickly found the information and nearly dropped the papers.
Potter Family Vault
Yearly Interest: .005%
Yearly Profit: 36%
Storage: Family books holds all information, unknown worth
Galleons: 2,873,383,987
Sickles: 987,524,523,347
Knuts:93,485,724,244,300
Harry looked over the papers again and could barely hold in his emotions. Harry has reads the Daily Prophet and various other wizarding newspapers, and knows for a fact that the supposed, 'Richest Wizards In Britain.' Were no where near the wealth of the Potter family. The interest alone will add 100,000 galleons. And the yearly profit would add 720,000,000 galleons. And this was only for this year, and only the galleons. Harry gave off an evil grin. He could buy a small country with all this money. Easily a couple of islands.
After getting over his shock he began to walk around the room and found various selves filled with books, potions, herbs, weapons and armor on the ground, and various other things for potions.
Walking around the vault for a few minutes Harry eventually found the family book, that showed all the items, on a podium. It was fairly large, he had definitely seen larger books. But when he opened up the book he quickly realized it was charmed, because the pages seemed to never end.
'How the hell am I supposed to find anything?'
'Ask for what you wish for.'
'Hmm, okay.' "Occlumency." The books pages flew to a index that said 'Occlumency on the top of the page. It showed multiple titles off books and where to find them in the vault. 'Huh. I'll take this with me.'
Harry looked through the family book as he made his way back to the entrance. They entered the cart and mad there way back, as Harry looked over the many books in the vault. As well as the many new properties, and what not.
As they were making their way back Harry was setting up another meeting, to appoint a account manager, and look over the more private information, of deeds and wills. Harry gave a polite bow to Rognus and the guards. Reading through the papers and the family book the entire way back, ignoring all the stares he got. Just because they don't know he's Harry Potter, doesn't mean they can't tell his rich and powerful. As well as a very good looking wizard. If all the girls giggling every time he past was any indication.
Once he returned to his room, at the Leaky Cauldron. He went over the papers all night. Learning everything they own, while also making notes on what to increase investments on, making small ideas to build on later. By the end of the night he had notes laying all over the place.
The next day
Today was Harry's first day of Hogwarts. He was a little skeptical about going at first, since he knew almost everything there was to teach already. But now Harry was excited. The aspect of meeting hundreds of new people. People who wont treat he like the Dursley's and all those incompetent bullies at school.
He was walking down the train station looking for platform one and three quarters. Which he found quite easily. This morning Harry did a quick morning work out had a little breakfast, and gave Tom the bartender a extra large tip. He was in a good mood today. He showered, put on muggle clothes, released Hedwig to fly to Hogwarts. Thinking it would be better than being stuck in a cage.
Harry was now walking towards the Hogwarts express. Wearing a black shirt, a red and black flannel shirt. Which he had all the buttons undone to show his black shirt underneath. And rolled up his sleeves. Dark blue jeans, and a completely black pair of converse shoes. He had all his stuff in his trunk which was shrunk and on his key chain.
Harry quickly found a spot near the back of the train. Being early he got comfortable and took out a book on dark spells he was learning that was disguised as a coverless book. He wore his emotionless mask the entire time. Wanting to keep up his image he wanted to make at school.
About an half an hour pasted before more people began showing up. Soon it became loud, as the outside of the train began to fill with families saying there goodbyes. Children talking, laughing, and fooling around. Soon two people opened his door.
"Could we sit here?"
Harry nodded not even looking up, finding a particularly interest dark spell thought sounded like a dark version of the Patronus. Damn the Potter family really wasn't that light. Especially since this was in the Potter restricted section and this spell was made by a Potter. Well sort of, it was only a theory, but Harry wanted to make one.
One girl sat beside him while the other one sat across from him. They began to talk about random stuff as Harry zoned them out and continued reading the theory on a dark Patronus. He had been able to make the regular Patronus, and it wasn't because lack of trying or power. He didn't have any memories happy enough for him to make one. But if these theories were correct, he had more than enough negative emotions to power it.
"Um, were almost at Hogwarts. Do you mind leaving so we can change?" Asked a girl who looked to be in his year. She had brown eyes and shoulder length black hair.
Harry nodded, not evening giving the second girl a glance as he looked back down at his book as he began to walked down the halls of the train. Making sure not to look into any uncovered windows. Not wanting to accidentally see anyone changing. People can be very forgetful.
A few minutes past of Harry walking around the halls and he was about to head back to his compartment. But as he began to walk back he heard an argument going on. He looked up to see what was going on and saw four students that were in his year. One girl with brown bushy hair, and buck teeth. A white hair boy who had the smuggest face he had ever seen. And to other boys standing behind the smaller white hair boy. These two looked like regular sheep who would do whatever they were told. The were both a foot taller than the white hair boy, and over weight, reminding him of Dudley.
He was going to keep walking, seeing as this had nothing to do with him, until he heard the white hair boy say a certain word."Like you can do anything, you bloody mudblood." Harry froze and his blood ran cold in his veins.
Being Lord Potter automatically made Harry a pureblood. But he was technically a half-blood. So it didn't really mean anything to him, even if he wasn't a pureblood. But his mother wasn't a pureblood. From the many diaries he found at the Potter family, he had found she was called that word quite often. And had a very distinct dislike for that word.
Harry stiffened and walked up behind the three boys. "I suggest you don't use that filthy word." The white haired boy turned around with a smug smile, but it quickly vanished as he looked up to meet Harry's eyes.
The white haired boy stood at the average height of a elven year old, being four foot ten. While Harry was the average height of a third year, looking like a thirteen year old. His face quickly went back as he saw the muggles clothes he was wearing. And also by the fact he had, what Harry presumed to be, two second years with him.
"And what are you going to do about it? All you mudbloods are the same, no matter how old you are. You're weak and insignificant." The white haired boy said with a huge smirk.
His arrogance and the way he spoke Harry greatly annoyed him. But he didn't show that, he kept his emotionless mask on, making the boy annoyed that he didn't get a reaction. That made Harry slightly happier seeing his discomfort. But harry wouldn't do anything if he wasn't provoked. It wouldn't be much of a challenge to take on these three, even without his wand. And Harry made sure to show that. Flaring his magic, scaring his fellow first years in front of him.
"Say that word again."Harry said emotionless, quietly, and very slowly, only adding to the three boy's fear."And I will show you what I will do." Harry said looking directly in his eyes as they glowed slightly.
"Whatever." The arrogant boy stuttered."I'm not going to was my time with mudbloods like you. Let's go boys." He said trying to sound in control. But tripping as he hurriedly walked past Harry.
"Thank you." The brown haired girl said quietly while blushing."My name is Hermione Granger." she said holding her hand out.
"James. James Evans." Harry said using his fathers first name and his mothers last name. He took her hand and gently kissed her knuckles, making bushy hair girl blush more."Pleasure meeting you." Harry said without any emotion behind his words, but still got an even greater blush from the girl.
"Yes very."
"I should get going. We are almost there and I still need to change." Harry said as Hermione nodded her head in agreement. But it was quite obvious to Harry she was lost in thought, as she smiled at him with glazed over eyes.
He made his way to his compartment. Slightly cursing himself for not paying attention to the time. He walked in not even checking to see if the two were done changing. But the lack of screaming told him they were. He quickly pulled his chest off his key chain and enlarging it, not noticing the looking of awe from the two girls. He quickly took out his formal robes. The same silky black dragon hid robes with red outlining, he wore to Gringotts.
Quickly stripping to his underwear, ignoring the squeals from the two girls. He put on his black dress pants, and tightened his also black leather belt. Sliding on his black dress shirt, quickly buttoning the shirt up. Ignoring the unintentional whines from the two girls, though he did have a slight smirk as he heard them. He flattened the shirt and adjust the collar. Sliding on his robes and buttoning only the top one up. He took out a gold pocket watched that worked as a time turner he got for his birthday and placed it in his pants pocket connecting the chain to his pants.
Harry turned around to see the girls blushing and still staring at his muscle that showed through his shirt."Hello?" Harry said hiding his smirk with his emotionless mask.
The black haired girl with glasses looked down to the ground hiding her blush. As the blonde hair girl slowly took her eyes of his chest and looked into his eyes. Her piercing blue eyes meet Harry's mesmerizing emerald eye's for the first time. And a blush slipped through her emotionless masked.
"We should be at Hogwarts any moment now." Harry said inwardly smirking as he received nodes from the two girls.
"I'm Tracey Davis." The girl with glasses said holding her hand out. Harry took her hand and gently kissed her knuckles making her blush.
"James Evans."
"Daphne Greengrass." She said holding out her hand as Harry repeated his actions with Tracey.
"A pleasure to meet the both of you." Harry said as the train stopped.
They all gathered their stuff. Harry shrunk his chest and attached it to his watches chain. He helped both girls with the chest, placing a wandless and wordless feather light charm on both of them as they both stared at him in awe, Daphne trying and failing to hide her amazement.
Harry lead the way out of the train as he took out his new book on charms, skimming through it as they walked out of the train. Both girls walking on either side of Harry. When they made it out they were meet by a giant man, with wild hair and a huge beard.
"All first years with me. Leave your stuff in a pile. It will be in your rooms when you get there." The man said in a thick accent, as everyone stated to follow him.
"You're a first year?" Tracey asked confused while Daphne stood next to her listening into the conversation.
"Yes. Is that a problem?" Harry answered.
"No!" Tracey said a little to quickly and loudly, blushing a bit from embarrassment."It's just you look a lot older. And you did some pretty cool wandless magic back there."
Harry nodded understanding her view."I practiced over the summer." Harry dumbed down.
Tracey nodded, accepting his explanation. But knowing very well it took a lot more than summer training, to cast wandless magic like that. And look like that. Tracey thought to herself blushing as she looked him over.
They continued to follow the giant man down to the lake were dozens of row boats sat."Four per person." The giant of a man yelled out before taking one for himself.
Harry helped both girls into their boat. Getting a thank you from Tracey and just getting ignored by Daphne. As he was about to get in himself he heard someone behind him."Can I join you?" He turned around to see Hermione, she blushed as she saw who he was."I didn't know you were a first year." She said looking down with a blush.
"You can join us if you want." Harry said receiving a nodded from Hermione as he helped her in and then proceeded to get into the boat himself.
As the boat began to move across the lake on its own, Harry took his book back out and began reading through various charm and hex spells.
"That book doesn't have a title. What is it?" Hermione asked, wanting to know what the boy she was interested in, was reading.
"It's an old family book." Harry said getting looks from Daphne and Tracey.
"I thought you were muggle born?" Tracey asked as Daphne listened for his response.
Harry just nodded as he continued to read his book. As he was only half lying. He was brought up with the Dursley's at first, but he was still born with his parents and lived at his family manor. They didn't asked any more questions as they were now docking onto Hogwarts land. They stared in awe at the castle, being previously distracted by it. Harry looked up to see it was indeed larger than the Potter manor. Having to more stories on it and looking like it had much more rooms and land surrounding it.
The four of them got out of the boat, with Harry helping all three girls out. Getting a thanks from Tracey and Hermione, and getting the same cold look he had from Daphne.
"Alright follow me." The burly man said as he began to walk towards the castle.
They made there way up to the large double doors just as they were opening to show and older which in a black long sleeve dress, wearing glasses and a witch hat."Hagrid." She said nodding towards the giant.
"Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said with the same nod."Here are the new first years, I'll see you in the hall." He said, the happiness in his voice easily being heard.
"Come along, follow me." she said turning around as they began to walk through the halls.
Harry could hear the gasp from his fellow first years, including Tracey and Hermione. He smirked when he looked up to see Daphne with a face of amazement. Looking down back at his book before she noticed. They made there way in front of another set of large double doors.
"Wait here. When the doors are opened walk to me for the house sorting." The professor said walking off.
The room was silent. There was a mix of emotions in the air, fear and excitement being the main ones. Hermione and Tracey were currently holding on to either arm of Harry. When he said nothing they only tighten their grips. Daphne had a small look of envy before quickly pushing it down, and holding her head higher.
A few minutes past before the doors slowly opened. Harry took a quick glance up before looking back down to his book. Having gotten better in occlumency only a glance was needed and Harry could have easily recalled everything in that room. The room was indeed half the size of the Potter ballroom. There were four tables and at the end of the room was a table where all the teachers sat. And banners hung behind them, lining up with their represented houses.
They walked down the hall to professor McGonagall, and a stool with an old wizard hat. Tracey and Hermione tightened their grip more and more as they made there way down. As they all gathered Harry heard a boy scream.
"Trevor!" He heard a boy scream as he pushed past everyone. Harry just continued to read his book.
" , I suggest you keep a better eye on your familiar." McGonagall said not sounding amused as the rest of the hall erupted in laughter.
Harry looked up after hearing his name. He knew the Longbottom's were friends of the Potter family. And he knew what happened to his parents at the hand of Voldemort. And glared at the laughter, but composed himself quickly. He didn't like bullies, especially when it was directed towards a friends. And he knew Neville would be one. He was a Longbottom.
After everyone settled down the hat began to sing a song, that Harry ignored in favor of reading his book. He had just found a spell that combined books together. It even sorted the information. It would be very similar to the family book. But it would show actual information about the subject, instead of where to find the book on the topic.
He looked up as he felt the warmth leave from his right arm. He slightly frowned as he watched Tracey leave him. She walked up to the stool, and sat down with the hat on her head. A few seconds past before it bellowed.
"Slytherin!" A table all the way to the right erupted in clapping and celebrating.
Hermione soon left his arm as well, causing him to look up again.
Another few seconds past."Gryffindor!" The table all the way to the left erupted.
"Daphne Greengrass!" Professor McGonagall called.
"Slytherin!" The hat yelled as soon as it touched her head.
Harry smiled at the fact Tracey and Daphne were together, but was a little said that Hermione was by herself. Harry continued to read his book until he heard his name."Harry Potter!" The room went silent. Whispers could be heard all throughout the hall. The first years that still remained began to frantically speak to one another. Harry closed his book, finishing the charm that combined books, knowing he would be able to use the spell now.
Harry straightened slightly as he began to walk towards the stool. The whispers only increased as gasps could be heard all throughout the hall at seeing 'The Boy Who Lived' for the first time. Both because it was their first time seeing him. And because of his appearance.
Once he sat down and placed the hat on his head. He immediately heard the hat in his mind. Quickly molding his occlumency so the hat didn't go to certain areas of his mind he listened to the hat as he continued to read his book once again.
'Hmm, 'The Boy Who Lived', oh, you've been quite busy. Where to put you, where to put you. You could go with the Gryffindors.' Harry looked up from his book and looked over the table that was now to the far right.
He glanced over the faces and saw Hermione sitting with Neville. He gave them a quick smile, as whispers increased more. Talking to themselves about what was going on. Why was Harry looking at the Gryffindor table. They began to get excited as they thought the defeater of the dark lord would join the great table of the light, the Gryffindors. They also spoke of why he looked to Neville and Hermione.
'Yes you would fit in quite well. You hold all the traits. Brave, chivalrous, and determined. Yes, yes.' The hat repeated as he looked through Harry's memories.'And if I'm not mistakened it holds the same colors as the Potter house and shares two sacred animals. The Potters have the eagle, lion, and griffin if my memory serves me correctly. While the Gryffindors have the lion and the griffin.'
'Hmmm, but you could just as well go to the Hufflepuffs.' Harry once again looked up and glanced over the table to the left of the Gryffindor's. Seeing Susan Bones. With the same reaction following.
'Yes, you hold the same traits as this house as well. Hardworking, loyal, fair, and kind.' Harry raised an eyebrow at his words, causing the hat to laugh outwardly, startling many wizards.'That cold mask can't fool me young Lord Potter.' The hat chuckled as he began to access him.'Yes another light party. You will be judged less in this one than with the Gryffindors. But many would treat you as a king. And with your .'
'I've got to say, you are one of the most difficult ones I've had in centuries.' The hat said making Harry smile and shake his head at the hat's antics.'Intelligent, wise, accepting, and creative. Will matched with the Ravenclaws as well. They share the eagle with the Potters. Their element is considered air. And you do quite like the air. But the colors, hmm. Those aren't the best match for you. They are considered a neutral party. They wouldn't follow you around or treat you as a king. But you will be judged the most in this house.' Harry took a quick glance at the Ravenclaw table to the left of the Hufflepuffs and across the gap the walked through.
'Ah. And then their is Slytherin. This will most likely be the most controversial one. The face of the light, defeater of the dark lord, in the dark party house. But... cunning, clever, determined, and ambition. You have all of them, certainly that last one.'Most powerful wizard in the world.' And having a wife for each lordship. Well aren't we the go getter.' Harry blushed a bit a having the hat see that part of his dreams.
He glanced at the Slytherin table. This time much slower and stared far longer than any other house. This caused slight panic in the room. Not knowing why he was staring at the 'Dark' house. He stared at Tracey and Daphne, who were sitting together. Tracey blushed and looked away as Daphne held stronger. Staring him in the eyes before looking away. Holding her blush in, but not able to hide her unease at being the center of attention as the whole hall stared in their direction. He slowly lowered back to his book as the hat continued.
'Yes and you quite like the water as well. Almost as much as the air. Hmm. You can speak to snakes? Hmm. Quite found of them I see. And Slytherin has darker colors, which you seem to like. As well as liking and Davis. They would love to have you in their house. They would rub you in the face of Gryffindor. But you wouldn't be treated like a king. Nor judge to harshly. The Slytherin are also a very smart house.'
"I think!" the hat said out loud, gaining the attention of the entire room, as it has been quite for a little over half an hour."It's going to have to be..."
"SLYTHERIN!"
The entire hall erupted. The Slytherins were all on their feet, stomping and yelling. While the other houses were talking loudly.
"QUITE!" McGonagall said with her wand to her throat enhancing her voice.
Harry said goodbye to the hat as he took it off and placed it on the stool. He walked to the Slytherin table were he received hand shakes and hugs, which he stiffly accepted. He sat in between Daphne and Tracey giving both of them a smile as he sat down, before going back to ready his book. As the sorting continued Tracey talked to Harry, he tried his best not to ignore her, he didn't want to be rude.
But he did ignore when Dumbledore made his welcoming speech. He didn't have anything against the man. He was known as the greatest wizard that was currently alive. But Harry would soon be taking that mantle. And that was why he was reading his book. Learning spells no one knew. Potter family spells. Spells so old they easily out dated Hogwarts.
He knew it was a little unfair that he had access to these spells when others did, but no one else could use them. Or at least very few. The magical needed alone to power them. Not to mention how much power you needed for them, and how hard they were to master.
After Dumbledore was done talking the tables filled with food. Harry placed some stuff on his plate to munch on while reading. The entire hall was full of talking and laughter.
"Come on Harry! Where finally at Hogwarts, and all you've done is read a book. Put it down and enjoy yourself!" Tracey said with a smile gripping onto Harry's arm.
"I am enjoying myself." Harry said with no emotion.
"Come on! Put that book down. Consider it punishment for lying about your name." Tracey said with a smug smile.
"Technically I didn't lie about my name. My middle name is James, and my mothers maiden name was Evans. So technically I am an Evans." Harry said reading his book.
He had no doubt, with the extra books here and with more than two teachers. He could be in league with a fifth year with wandless and seventh by the end of the year. The only eleven year old to ever be able to put a seventh year on his or her ass. When he graduated Hogwarts, Dumbledore would look like an ant in compared to his powers.
"What's so funny?" Tracey asked, Harry unknowingly smiling to himself.
"Nothing." He said bringing his emotions in check.
"No, no, no. You can't just smile like that and then go back to your whole 'Daphne' face." Tracey said getting a scowl from Daphne.
Which Harry saw, now putting down his book, thinking things would get interesting in the least. Harry thought she looked adorable when she scowled like that.
"What are you smiling about Potter?" Daphne asked, catching Harry staring at her.
"Nothing. I just think you look cute when you scowl like that."
"Are you trying to flatter me Potter? Because I am not some fangirl that will do anything for you if you just look at me."
"No." Harry said going back to his emotionless mask, not liking what she said."I would never do that."
"I do have to say though." Tracey interrupted their talk."You look a whole lot scarier when you do that face. And hotter." Tracey said smiling as she got Harry's attention."Finally you're paying attention to me. I was thinking Daphne would have you all to herself." Tracey said with a fake pout.
Harry smiled. Deciding he would show his emotions to her. He wasn't trying to be some scary Dark Lord after all. He just wanted an image of power, calmness, and most importantly maturity. After all he was only eleven and he was the head of his house and everything they owned.
No one would manipulate him and take everything the Potters owned. And if they even thought they could. Harry would conquer them and their entire family. Like a true Potter. He would take everything they owned and they would become nothing more then dirt beneath his shoes.
If he acted his age, yelled, laughed, messed around. That would only make him look weak. And he would not do that, for it implemented more than just that. It would me the Potters are weak, for he is the last one, and everything he did would now represent a Potter. He would mold the new generations to come. The Potters will be more powerful then ever, and they would lead the magic and muggle world into a knew and better era.
"Oh really now?" Harry said in amusement.
"Yes. Why? Does that peak your interest that I'm attracted to you?" Tracey said still holding on to his arm.
"No. I knew that much."
"Cocky, aren't we?" Tracey said smiling playfully.
"No. I just saw the way you and Daphne stared at me while I was changing." This got the reaction he was hoping for. Making both girls blush.
The rest of the dinner was quite. Both girls utterly embarrassed, staring down at their plates while they ate. While Harry wore a victorious smile as he continued reading his book.
Once they were done the Perfects lead everyone to the Slytherin chambers, which was in the dungeons. Harry didn't like that when he heard it, but when they actually got there. It was quite fine. The room was dark and well furnished. And Harry loved the dark. Not in a creepy way though. It was always comforting, calming, and peaceful.
As they walked in they were meet by their Head of House. Severus Snape. He was a tall and skinny pale man. He wore all black, just like his eyes and hair. He stared emotionlessly into the group of Slytherins. But this was completely different from Harry's. It was real. Harry could tell he truly bore no emotions. Well until he saw Harry, he could see the anger ignite, and he knew why.
"I am Professor Snape. I am the Head of House of the Slytherins, as well as the potions master. I expected no fighting between house members. And if anyone is attacked or harassed you will help them. No matter who they are. None of the politics of Wizengamot matter here. We will show unity, there will be no bickering between each other, because we are above all other houses. And we will show it to them. Unlike the other dorms there are no boys and girls dormitories. Slytherin are not children, and you will not act like one. You will each have your own room down the right corridor." Snape said pointing towards the door on his left."The bathrooms and showers are over there." He said pointing to his right."If any of you needed me I will be preparing for classes tomorrow. Meaning, do not disturb me." He said turning around quickly, making his robe fly up.
'A bit dramatic, but kind of cool.' Harry thought to himself as he left to find his room.
"So. The great 'Harry Potter' graces the lowly Slytherins with his presence." A very annoying blood said, voice full of sarcasm.
'Looks like his grown some more balls, or lost more brain cells, since we last met.' Harry turned around to see nearly all the Slytherins standing behind Draco Malfoy, including Daphne and Tracey. The latter trying to get through to get to Harry.'So he thinks he'll have all the Slytherins to back him up.' Harry inwardly scoffed.
"Didn't you hear what our House Head said? Or is all that bleach killing off your brain cells?" Harry said gathering magic in his hands, just in case, and wearing his emotionless mask to try and scare him before anything escalated.
"My hair color his natural 'Potter'." Draco said with venom.'
"Say the Potter name like that again and I will destroy you and your family. And don't think I won't. There is a reason the Potter motto is to conquer." Harry said eyes glowing slightly and anger visible in his voice, not going to take an insult to his family name laying down.
"Awe, is the great Harry Potter getting angry?" Malfoy said as if he were talking to a child, being to stupid to notice the glow of his eyes. But many others did, if them taking a step back was any indication."What is so great about the Potters. There all dead and the only one left is a pathetic mudblood." he finished with a victorious smile.
Harry's eyes started to glow far brighter than he wanted, especially in the dark corridor. He quickly closed his eyes, knowing that if he opened his eyes he could probably light the halls with his eyes. He took a deep breath and calmed himself. Harry wasn't afraid of a fight. Power wise he had more than everyone in that room. The only thing that would stop him is the older years having more knowledge and experience.
But he was a Potter. And he wasn't going to let his anger take control over him like some child. He calmed himself before looking directly in the eyes of Malfoy, startling him slightly by his now reinforced cold look.
"If the Potter family is nothing then what are the Malfoy's?" Harry asked surprising everyone including Draco."What do they have? Money? Ha, please. The Potter's make more money a year, than the Malfoy's own." Harry said exaggerating a little, but it was fine.
Since the overall amount was mere fractions of what the Malfoy's owned. He could probably burn everything the owned each day for a weak and lose barely anything. And then make back double of it within a week.
"And it certainly isn't nobility.'The Noble family of Malfoy.' Is that it. And even then you had to buy that title. Unlike the Potter's who earned theirs.'The Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter.' The oldest family in Britain, Pureblood or not. A family that is older than Hogwarts itself. One that helped build it. One that saw and helped with the rise of Merlin. Your house is nothing compared to the House of Potter. Now remember your place." Harry said his magic slowly leaking out as he stepped closer and closer to the young Malfoy that was paralyzed by the weight of Harry's magic."Now do you understand me, or do I have to speak slower."
Draco furiously nodded his head."WORDS!"
"Yes, I understand." He said shacking
"Now. Does anyone else have a problem with me being in the Slytherin house?" Everyone in the hall shock their heads."Good." Harry said walking into the nearest door, choosing it as his room, wanting to go to bed quickly.
He placed his chest at the foot of his bed and took out a wooden figure of a Griffin. This was a family heirloom long forgotten. For no one could use it properly. In essence it connected the room it was placed in to the Potter manor. It gave the room all the same wards and defenses as the manor, but it was powered by the wizard who was using it. And that was the problem, no one had enough magic.
With Harry's magic growing every day immensely, due both to his training and it growing normally, if you could call that amount of magic growth in a short time normal. And the magic being released from the seals each day. He could power it pretty easily. But he didn't want that kind of strane on his magic, even for his abnormally large amount of magic it would be hard to power and use magic normally.
The Potter family didn't know much about this device. Harry guested they really didn't need it. If they needed some where to go and be safe it would be the manor. And at Hogwarts they would be safe. So they didn't spend much time trying to enhance it. So Harry quickly found he could essentially charge it. So over the years he put a small amount of his magic into it each day. So now it had about three years worth of magic.
Harry laid his head down to the pillow, noticing the extreme difference from the pillows at his house and these, but he wasn't complaining. Six years of luxurious living wasn't going to make him a pompous twat. Especially after his first seven years of being humbled. Harry quickly drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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