Chapter 1

The Boy with the Lightning Scar

Harry Potter woke up to the old-fashioned metal alarm clock in his room, it was the smallest in the house but Harry didn't mind, it was cozy. He stared up at the calendar, June 21st, today was a solstice.

Harry was only eleven years old but quite intelligent for his age. When the teacher at his school had him take an IQ test he managed to score a 122, at only nine years old! This didn't make Harry arrogant though, far from it, Harry's intelligence alienated him from his peers, even more than his whale of a cousin Dudley. The only people he had a pleasant relationship with were his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Petunia was a bit distant, but, she didn't act rude to Harry. Vernon, however, appreciated Harry for his intellect, and while their relationship wasn't that of a conventional Uncle-Nephew, it was still a nice one.

Harry went downstairs to prepare breakfast. Petunia wanted Harry to make breakfast on weekends and holidays, to which Harry complied. Vernon was the first to come down and he nodded to Harry in good morning. Petunia came down as Harry served Vernon with some bacon and toast.

"Good Morning, Vernon." Petunia said in her shrill voice.

"Morning to you too, Pet," Vernon responded. Soon, the doorbell rang. Harry went to the door to open it…

It was time. This was his last moments in this world. When he opened the door he saw an old man, he had an earnest smile, a cropped ethereal beard, and hair, half-moon spectacles hiding twinkly blue eyes, and was wearing a very nice 3-piece charcoal gray suit. Harry swore he saw a distant emotion flicker in the man's eyes. He only hoped that this was the man that his Aunt and Uncle spoke of. Picking up his voice, he asked,

"Hello, Dursley residence, and you are?" The old man simply smiled for a minute before responding. Harry was absolutely sure now that this was the Headmaster of the magic school. Oh, yes, Harry was magical, his guardians told him when he was five years old. He was told he would go to a school his parents went to, to learn magic of all things!

"Hello my boy, I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. I've come to take you back into the magical world." The old man said with a kind smile. "Might I come in?" He asked.

"Certainly Sir, I will inform my Aunt and Uncle of you." Harry was quivering in excitement. This was it! He was going to be a Wizard! (No you won't...) a voice in his head whispered. Harry ignored it; the voice was too faint to be real. He was very anxious about going into the magical world. His things were packed in a wooden trunk since the past two days.

"So Brat, you're leaving?" Vernon asked. Harry nodded and saw Vernon extend his hand: He shook the hand. "Goodbye, Aunt Petunia…" The woman nodded and turned around, but, before leaving she said

"I never wished to be close to you because of this. If I grew to love you, I would only be more bitter to that world and, in the end, I can't see myself regretting it." Harry wasn't your average child, he could understand that while what Petunia said was callous, it was still understandable.

"I believe we should be on our way, Professor Dumbledore." The Headmaster nodded. As they walked down Privet Drive, Dumbledore asked: "Hadrian, if you would, please do tell me about yourself." Harry paused at his statement, before asking "My name is Hadrian?" Dumbledore simply smiled.

"Why yes, your full name is Hadrian Azrael of the Most Noble & Ancient House of Potter. You are the heir to the fortune of the Potter family." the Headmaster said.

"Beg your pardon, Most Noble & Ancient House?" Harry was assuming there was some Nobility in the wizarding world then.

"Why, yes the Nobility of the wizarding world, In simple terms, there are the: Ancient Houses which are quite old, Noble Houses renown for important contributions to the wizarding world, Most Ancient Houses which are even older, and Most Noble Houses renown for arising from King Arthur's Round Table. All of these Houses have a seat on the Wizengamot which is the governing judiciary and legislature for Magical Britain." Dumbledore parroted as he waited patiently for Harry to understand.

"So this means I'm an upper echelon of society..." Harry asked shocked at the pretense of being a courteous aristocrat. Dumbledore looked at him bemused.

"Why yes, my boy, you are a blue-blooded wizard with access to a large amount of money, fame, and political power. However, I hope that with your genius intellect you will only pursue noble goals with such resources." Slightly turning serious at the end. Harry nodded diligently while Dumbledore's eyes twinkled madly looking into his own. Thoroughly satisfied, Dumbledore halted and spoke to Harry. "Hadrian, we are about to apparate to Diagon Alley where we shall buy your school supplies. As your legal guardian, I will help you access money from your trust vault and your family heir ring. Now, I must warn you side-along apparition is quite an uneasy feeling at first, so be careful and please grasp my arm."

"Let's go, Sir, I'm very ready," Harry responded. He could not wait for his first true look at the magical world. He was going to a place where he belonged, he couldn't wait to learn magic and bend reality. Not to mention, he was apparently at being a very important person in Magical Britain at the very least. Though, what excited him the most was a chance at becoming closer to his parents. Then, as soon as he grasped Dumbledore's arm, he felt himself being squeezed through a tube as they disappeared from Surrey with a crack.