DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, IT BELONGS TO J. K. ROWLING ! I DO HOWEVER OWN THE PLOT TWISTS AND THE OCCASIONAL ORIGINAL CHARACTERS THAT MAY OR MAY NOT POP UP IN THIS STORY.

Author's Note: Hello, this is me again and this time I've brought the first actual chapter of the story with me. Handle her carefully with reviews and she'll come willingly =)

P.S.: I've made Hadrian Harry's full first name... just because I think it sounds better =)

Note that:

"blah" - normal speech.

"blah" - thoughts, mental communication.

s$blah$s - Parseltongue.

[~blah] - written correspondence.

(point A) - location change.

CHAPTER ONE.

PLOTTING BY HADRIAN JAMES POTTER.

As usual, Harry was up before dawn. At first he didn't know where he was and then the strange happenings of the previous day came back to him and Potter took a deep breath to calm his mind which was threatening to go into over drive.

"Okay, Potter, don't you dare panic now..." - he mentally scolded himself for the reaction that was normally expected from Weasley - "No, I must look at the facts instead of spinning wild theories. Point one, Weasley killed me and didn't seem that much upset by it. Two, I have no idea what spell or curse he used, so maybe it was supposed to do this and Weasley just didn't understand what was explained to him. Then there is the very fact that Weasley managed to kill me when according to the Prophecy Voldemort was the only one who had the power to do so... And what does that leave me with?"

The question itself was quite easy to answer - it left the boy with a lot of possibilities to explore and even more questions to answer. That in turn meant that he had to find a reliable source of information.

"A library would really be the best option here..." - muttered the kid, as he idly twirled a lock of short unruly black hair around his index finger - "... hang on... that's it! There has to be a magical library in London, though why did I never hear about one?"

And then he chuckled at his own ignorance. He kept blaming other for never telling him information, when in reality he was an ignorant little idiot who sat around and did nothing to get information on his own...

"Wonderful... all this time passed and only now, after it got me killed do I finally realize that Snape was right about me all along... " - Harry shuffled through Dudley's broken toys and boxes of old things that were stacked around his cot until he found his old note-book from school and some pencils.

"So... a list of questions to research and some sort of plan of actions is probably what I need to write down..." - he thought, as he thumbed through the note-book and found it to be half-empty, which was very good.

[~1. What was the spell Weasley used? How does it work?

2. Is the Prophecy real or a fake? If it's real, then how could Weasley kill me? If it's fake then why was it needed? ~]

Here Harry paused and bit the tip of the pencil thoughtfully. That was something he never once considered, but it was very important and he mentally berated himself for being an total idiot as he went on with the list.

[~3. What was Voldemort's political agenda? What did he wish to achieve? ~]

After all the time he spent fighting against the man, Harry knew better than anyone else that even though Voldemort himself was a total loon, Tom Riddle had once been a brilliant man and if so, then he had to have some sort of reason for what the war he started, had to have had a plan of what he wanted the Wizarding World to be like and now Harry found himself wanting to know what that plan was. As he considered this, he was brought to another point he knew close to nothing about and he bent his head over the note-book as he quickly scribbled a couple more topics to research.

[~4. What does blood purity mean really? Why is it important to the Dark Side?

5. What is it about muggleborns that makes the purebloods hate them so?~]

"If I'm honest with myself, it would be their ignorance of the Wizarding World and its' traditions, but while it's offending... and something I suffer from as well... it's not reason enough to try and kill off all muggleborns... There has to be something more to it." - mused Potter, biting his lip in frustration. The more he thought about these things, the more faults and blank in his own knowledge he discovered and it did not make the boy any happier. It looked like Harry was as ignorant as any other muggleborn kid when it came the Wizarding World. The young wizard thought about his dead parents that he also knew close to nothing about and with a heavy sigh added the question to the list.

[~6. What is there to know about my family? Was my mom's whole family muggles, or just squibs? What happened with the rest of relatives? ~]

"I guess that will do for now. All I need now is somehow get myself to Diagon Alley and ask around about where would I find a magical library?" - mused Harry, as he heard his Aunt wake up, as the floorboards began creaking upstairs. - "I guess a trip to Gringotts would be nice while I'm at it..."

With the plan for the closest future figured out, Harry placed the note-book behind one of the boxed next to his cot and made his way to the kitchen to get a head start on breakfast, so that he could try to get his plan started today.

[Author's Note: And I'll leave it at that for today. Please, don't forget to review and tell me what you think about it =) And I promise I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can.]