Flashbacks Chapter One

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'What if you're here to kill Voldemort for my world?'

One sentence and Harry wouldn't think of anything else. How could he?

He paused as he saw Cedric/Re'em enter the Great Hall with Dumbledore, pressing himself up against the wall until he realized the stupidity of his actions. Neither of them knew what he truly looked like, much less his true identity and he wasn't about to tell them something like that!

He went outside and as he walked he began thinking just how he was first introduced to the Elite.

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July 2, 1992

'I'm a murderer.' eleven, almost twelve, year old Harry James Potter thought as he sat on the swing - staring at the ground.

In the week that he'd been back from his first year at Hogwarts he had been depressed and more often than not sought solitude in the small playground 2/3s of a kilometer away from Privet Drive. Dudley and his friends - newly reunited after spending the year apart - kept their distance from "the Freak".

He allowed his black hair to grow into his eyes, ever since yesterday morning he'd noticed a man in military fatigues following him around Little Whinging. If the man wanted something from him, he would be prepared.

RAIDEN'S POV

'Why in the name of Hades did I decide to come here?' Raiden, or Isaac Kelle, thought as he walked through Little Whinging. He'd come to suburbia to get away from London - and Ares's constant… nagging… that he needed to train (and choose) a student, like Roman already had.

He didn't want to pick a blue blood like Ainslee - that kid allowed the fact that he was a blue blood to go to his head. No. If he chose anyone, it would be someone who knew they were being given an honor.

For the second time in as many hours, he could see the young lad with black hair. Just an hour before, the young man (saying Boy just mad him think of his son - Zak - who had already decided that his code name was going to be Zacharus) hadn't moved from his seat on the wooden swing. Raiden did note that no child's hair grew that long (almost ten centimeters) in an hour's time.

'He's a metamorphmagus, whoever he is.' Raiden thought as he stretched out his consciousness and heard the thoughts on the surface of Harry's mind.

'I'm a murderer.' he heard the boy think. 'I killed him and they said "Good Job." How is murder doing something good?'

It was then that Raiden realized who this young man was - none other than Harry James Potter - the reason he was in this godforsaken country to begin with.

He walked up to the lad.

"W-who are you?" Harry asked as he jumped off the swing.

"I am a stranger searching for one I wish to meet."

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The day went down in the history books as one neither Harry (later naming himself Gryffin in honor of Sophia Evans - nee Gryffin, his grandmother) nor Raiden would ever soon forget.

There were so many things that Raiden taught Harry about his own family and Harry soaked it all up like a sponge. It surprised Isaac as to how little he knew about the Potter and Evans families. Of course, Petunia wasn't exactly helpful either.

In the almost two full months before Harry went back to school, Raiden taught him the basics of everything he needed to know - including Occlumency and meditation.

The meditation was necessary, at first, as Harry was only able to portkey to St. Joan's for a few hours at a time until Raiden got a hold of a time turner and a potion known only to the ICW that could stop someone for aging for 500 minutes at a time. It couldn't be used continuously and there needed to be at least 1300 minutes between dosages and most people thought that it was too much of a bother - unless your name was Harry Potter and you were an active time traveler.

He would drink the potion, take the portkey (untraceable) of St. Joan's, portkey back eight hours later, used the time turner to go back eight hours, get a shower and then sleep for another eight hours.

Raiden used the time twice a week to tutor his student in his classes. It was the reason a warded pavilion was added to St. Joan's - more and more teachers followed Raiden's example and began teaching their students as well. Of course, none of them ran their students as ragged as he did Harry…

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2nd year

Harry mentally groaned as he used the time turner to go back eight hours, he was exhausted!

After constant training, and a decent amount of natural ability, Raiden determined that his student had enough skill to begin the study of the green belt exercises.

He took a hot shower, dressing in once of the five pajama outfits that Raiden had gotten him for his birthday. The set he wore were mostly scarlet but the drawstring bottoms were plaid with black and gold too.

He grabbed his toiletries bag and walked out of the bathroom, put his back on top of his trunk and climbed under the blankets and went to sleep.

The next morning, Hermione was TRYING to wake him up. It was a Saturday and they all knew that to wake Harry Potter on a day that he didn't have to be awake was next to impossible. Not even if Snape was in the Common Room in a tutu dancing to Swan Lake.

"Mione, go 'way. S'eeping." he said groggily into his pillow and pulled his blanket over his head.

Hermione grabbed his blanket and tugged, "Harry James Potter you need to get up. Someone was petrified last night!"

"Wasn't me. Go 'way!"

"Mrs. Tonks is here."

"See her later." he said and Hermione grumped for a moment before leaving the dorm.

2nd year

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Halloween quickly became known as 'the time that Harry's Law is strongest'. True, he'd been under penalty of the Meat Processor if he got into any sort of trouble.

Unfortunately, trouble still found him. That night, the ICW had to transport a prisoner - flanked by two Dementors. Needless, to say, he'd passed out, Raiden had gotten infuriated, and two people lost their jobs (they were only ICW so nothing was carved out and they were bound by a Wizard's Oath not to tell anyone).

Of course, things only seemed to pick up when the formation of a dueling club was announced to the general populous of Hogwarts.

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The dueling club was held at eight o' clock on a Friday night, Raiden had given him the night off so he might learn something. The both of them hoped that Flitwick might be the one leading it as the man had been a champion dueler at one time.

He originally come with Ron and Hermione but had wandered away before he collided with someone and the two of them fell to the floor.

The girl he'd run into was none other than Alexia Ryssa (1) Black. She had black hair, brown eyes, and a heart shaped face - and that was what he noticed before he realized that she wore the Slytherin Crest.

"Sorry." he apologized and stood up before reaching an arm out to help her stand.

Alexia stood as the slightly older Gryffindor helped her out. She knew of Harry Potter, almost everyone in the magical world did - even her American cousins were jealous over the fact that she would be going to school with the Harry Potter.

She grinned, "It's alright. I'm Alexia Black. But you can call me Lexie." she said grinned while her accent included not only the British Accent where she went to school but the New Orleans Accent where she spent most of her time when she wasn't in school.

Harry grinned and it was one of those weird hints that told her that he would be a heart breaker in the foreseeable future, plus as a FFT (Future Famous Teen - not that he wasn't already the second F) it would break a lot of hearts. Even Harry Potter would learn the saying from Princess Diana the hard way "just smile and wave".

"I'm Harry Potter."

She grinned even more and the two of them walked over to the platform - near a few others from the first 1st and 2nd years.

They talked lightly for the next ten minutes about little things and it was then that Harry began to realize that Alexia Black was kind and loyal like her American Mother - with her British Uncle's attitude.

When they saw Lockhart up on the platform they both groaned.

"Not him."

"Bloody Hell."

Harry then realized what she said before he looked at her as though he'd struck gold. "You don't like Lockhart?"

Lexie shook her head, "I learned more about Defense from my mum than he's taught us all year! This is supposed to be one of the greatest schools of magic in the world!"

Harry grinned, "Yes, it is but I've found that the books are more interesting than his lectures. The dates overlap for Merlin's sake! It's no wonder that the Gryffindor Boys in the second dorm and I formed a study group with Neville Longbottom. We spend an hour a week going over Defense texts. A much better use of our time." he said before Snape was announced as Lockhart's "assistant".

The two of them cheered loudly for Snape, surprising many in the process.

Chris Deverell, another 1st year Slytherin, looked at him curiously. "Potter, won't your friends say anything? You being around us Snakes?"

Harry shrugged, "Snakes are my friends. Besides, who's the better Slytherin? The one in the snake skin or the one in the Lion's Den?"

When it was announced that Snape and Lockhart were going to duel Harry yelled out: 'Send that blonde prick back to the Stone Age and we're even Snape!'

Potter and Black were reunited.

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For the entire year he kept his head down - or he tried to. Fortunately, in November, Raiden introduced Harry to the Magnus Loki of Deos.

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Harry sighed as Raiden let him stop doing push ups at the training grounds. He'd gotten more ever since Snape had given him a detention for insubordination.

"Can't I just do the rest tomorrow night?" he practically begged his mentor, even though he knew that Raiden was only making him do so many out of principle.

Raiden lightly glared at him, he didn't usually punish Harry so severely for a mere detention - especially when Snape could give Harry a detention for anything - but when it was for insubordination… "Say it. Eight words that I want to hear."

"I'm sorry and I'll never do it again?" he said heopfully even though Raiden could hear the exhaustion underneath it.

"What did he have you do?"

"Scrubbed out cauldrons. Darn Hufflepuffs need to learn how to keep their cauldrons clean." he muttered as he rubbed his right arm. "Er, sir."

Raiden sighed.

"You may as well let him stop, Raiden. You don't want to be accused of child endangerment, do you?" Loki asked as he appeared in a gust of wind. How he could get his voice to project before his appearance - Raiden doubted if he would ever know.

"I don't know. The idea definitely has its own merits." Raiden said even as he looked down to see Harry dozing on a bench a few feet away.

"He isn't a soldier Raiden."

"He's going to have to be. Ask any of the seers, he's going to return." Raiden said as he looked at Harry with concern.

"Which is exactly why he's your student. But remember, a boy is not a man. Nothing you can do will make it any faster than Allah wills.

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Harry's portkey didn't activate for another three days and he later found out that Loki and Raiden had made it so that Loki was officially his second mentor. Seeing as how Loki seemed to know when Harry was on his last wind.

It was shortly after that they discovered that Harry's hair was a useful warning sighn for illness…

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If Harry hadn't wanted detention, he would have skipped Arithmacy for sure instead of going and feeling even worse by the end of the lesson. He'd flat out ignored Hermione and went straight to the library to get his homework done.

He left a ½ hour before the library closed and when he was halfway to Gryffindor Tower his stomach jumped and he'd never been more thankful that he was so close to the bathroom.

A half an hour he was still worshipping the porcelain god. His tie was loosened, the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, his sweater was off and his robe was on the other side of the bathroom hear the door. His bag was just outside of the stall, his hair was a plum sort of color and stuck to his head thanks to the sweat from the fever he'd been running the entire day.

He had a suspicion that Filch knew exactly where he was but the man wasn't about to interrupt someone so violently sick. It was better to ambush him later when he WASN'T projectile vomiting.

The portkey activated.

His stomach lurched painfully.

He hurled all over Raiden.

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Loki didn't let either of them live it down for weeks. Of course, Loki could only hold his weak student and distract him when the Healer had to inject the potion straight into him after he'd puked it up for the third consecutive time.

He had blackmail because Harry was projectile vomiting - all over Thoth.

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Andie Tonks had all but adopted her cousin's daughter and it was at the end of May in the year 1993 that Sirius Black "escaped" from Azkaban and it was less than a month later that father and daughter met for the first time in either of their lives.

Needless to say, Harry gained a pseudo sister and regained his godfather thanks to some quality Veritaserum.

Third year was… interesting to say the least.

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-O-

Snape didn't just hate him. No, Snape loathed him. Harry realized as he was assigned to work with Neville during Potions.

Thanks to Walkyrie's tutoring, Harry was starting to realize just was so great about Potions. It was an exact art, a science that could easily be demolished by a nervous and terrified student. Unfortunately for Harry, Neville was both.

The potion started bubbling with loud blop, blop, blops, and when Harry knew for a fact that it should be quietly simmering - he knew something was wrong.

When it exploded, he shoved Neville out of the way and screamed when the boiling concoction drenched him completely.

Snape took action immediately and ordered everyone OUT!

Neville was far from consolable, muttering I killed Harry Potter under his breath in a mantra.

Snape was able to get everyone out of the room before turning back to Potter. It was hten that he saw the green eyed and black haired boy.

Harry was five.

The small child's clothing had miraculously shrunk with him - a fact that Snape was more than grateful for.

"Potter!" he snarled and watched as the child looked at him and let loose a scream that could put a siren to shame.

Then little Harry did what any sane 5 year old would do when confronted with the unknown - he ran.

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Daphne Greengrass, Blaise Zabini, and Draco Malfoy waited outside of htePotion's classroom - hoping that the only hope they had to avoid becoming Death Eaters would be alright.

True, at thirteen and fourteen (Draco), they were the picture of the perfect pureblood child but it was all an act. The lot of them knew that the Dark Lord would return - and according to Draco: Malfoys do not bow to anyone.

Until then, they had to avoid being discovered and killed - or even worse… disowned.

They waited until they heard a loud scream and then a three foot high - maybe closer to four - black haired blur collided with Daphne.

The child looked horrified, "I'm sorry!" he cried out.

Daphne dusted herself off, "It's alright. I am quite alright."

"Oh." Harry said as he looked at her.

"Who are you?" the Italian born wizard asked as he looked at the child. Blaise frowned, there was something familiar….

"I'm Harry James Potter age five and two-sixths." the boy said precisely and Daphne couldn't help but grin.

"It is nice to meet you, Harry James Potter. I am Daphne and that's Blaise and the blonde is Draco."

Little Harry smiled at them and when he saw Draco his hair went white blonde.

"Daphne?" he asked as he tugged on her robe so she knelt down.

"Yes?"

"Is Draco an angel? Is he going to take me to heaven?"

Draco sneered, "Of course not, Potter."

Harry's eyes filled with tears and his hair returned to its black color.

Daphne hugged him as he started crying and she glared at Draco. "Harry, what's wrong?" she asked gently.

"I'm bad!"

"What?"

"Bad boys don't go to heaven!"

Daphne sent a look to Draco that would have burnt him to a crisp if a look could actually accomplish such a feat. "Harry?"

Harry stepped back as he stopped crying.

"I think Draco confused you."

"Huh?"

"You see…"

"You aren't old enough to go to heaven yet. So I can't take you. Yet." Draco said, not wanting the small child - even if it was Potter - to start crying again.

"So… I'm not bad?"

Daphne shook hear head, "Of course not!"

"So, when I'm big, I'll get to go to heaven with Mummy and Daddy?"

Draco cringed as he realized just what the five year old had been crying about.

Daphne nodded her wavy blonde/brown head. "Someday."

"Ok." Harry said before he saw their house crest. "You're Snakes!"

"Yes, we are."

"Then you're my friends!" he said happily and hugged Daphne.

"Why do you say that … Harry." Blaise asked curiously.

"You took me away from the Dursleys and brought me to an angel!"

Daphne smiled, "Yes."

Harry smiled and hugged her again, then he looked down at his own clothes.

"Draco?"

"Yes Po-Harry?"

"You made a mistake."

"What?"

"You made me a lion. I want to be a snake!"

"Why?"

"Snakes are my friend!" he insisted.

Daphne smiled and waved her wand, the red and gold quickly became green and silver. "There little snake, all better."

"Thank you Daphne!"

One hour later they went outside for Care of Magical Creatures and Harry was happily skipping as he held Daphne's hand. Daphne had given him a cupcake! With an "H" on it - for Harry!

Then the Gryffindors ruined it.

Draco only confirmed that he would turn sides when little Harry cried out for his snakes to let him stay with him. That he didn't care about going to heaven if Draco would save him.

Ron never got slapped so hard by Hermione - ever.

That night, Ron shoved him into the bathroom as the portkey activated.

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Magnus Raiden waited patiently as he checked the realistic shaped and weighted paintball gun for his student. He wasn't about to allow Harry near a real gun but this was close enough.

All of his plans were cut to shreds when a young boy, no more than five or six, appeared via portkey.

Raiden saw a flash of green eyes before he heard a startled yelp and the yound lad ran off and hid in the wood.

'Great.' Raiden thought as Rhea walked over to the startled child, she was one of the few that knew Harry Potter was his student.

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Harry made himself as small as possible in an attempt to hide from people around him. He wrapped his arms around his legs and ducked his head, rocking silently.

Then a woman with kind blue eyes knelt down next to him, "Hello."

Harry didn't answer, merely continuing to wrap his arms around himself and whimper.

"It's alright little one, you're safe here." she said calmly.

Harry glanced up and her heart went out to the little child - he looked so scared.

"My name is Rhea, what's yours?"

"H-Harry."

"It's nice to meet you Harry. How old are you?"

"F-Five."

She nodded. "Good, Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Would you stay here for a moment? I have to tell that man over there -" she said as she pointed to Raiden. "-about you."

"So you can send me back to my Snakes?" Harry asked nervously.

"Yes. So we can send you back to your Snakes." she said smiling before she stood and walked voer to Raiden.

"So?"

"His name is Harry and he's five. I think your student got himself de-aged."

"Body and mind?"

She nodded.

"Graet. I may as well send him back for all of the good it would do for him to stay here." he grumbled.

"Raiden, stop and think. A scared five year old means one sleepless night. I think we could all afford one night of fun. Something like that may be just what we need."

Raiden nodded, "Alright, but only if the other Magus-es agree." he said as he walked over and crouched down next to Harry. "Hello Little one."

Harry looked up, in his fright his hair went blonde and his eyes went nearly black - like The Angel and The Big Snake. "Y-Yes?"

"Would you like to play a game?"

Harry's eyes brightened and he smiled, "Can we play hide and go seek?"

Raiden smiled, it wouldn't hurt to make his productive for the other students - even if he doubted that his own student would remember. "Sure."

"C-Can I pick who's "it"?"

"Would you like to be "it"?"

Harry shook his head, "No please."

Rhea walked over to them, almost all of the students were now aware of the five year old student. The Magnuses thought that it would be a good way to relieve some stress. The rules were simple, don't get found or I'll give you to Raiden for a week. Needless to say, most were already thinking up their battle strategy.

"Harry, we're going to call you a pretend name."

"Why?"

"Everyone has one, it's like a game."

"What's mine?" Harry asked, getting excited.

"What would you like your to be?"

Harry thought about it, "Prongslet!"

"What?" Raiden asked, momentarily shocked by Harry's suggestion.

"Is that not OK?" he asked and his bottom lip quivered.

"It's fine." Loki said, thankful that the scar was hidden with the subjective hidden secret charm.

-O-

The next night Harry arrived under his usual glamours. Raiden immediately noticed that he was pale and tired.

"Long Day?"

"I hate Potions!" he snarled. "And I hate seventh year girls telling me how "Adorable" I was!"

"You don't remember?" Raiden asked as his student evidentally got over his rant.

Harry shook his head, "No sir."

Across the field, Ula - the student of Rhea - cried out: "Where's Prongslet! I want to play!"

Rhea walked over to them, her hair in a loose ponytail and her workout uniform on - black with a black ¾ sleeve sweatshirt.

"Yes Ma'am." he said as he casually saluted the Magnus - the only casual thing that Raiden let him get away with as the two were developing a more mentor/student relationship as the years wore on.

"Are you going to tell him what happened Isaac?" Rhea asked as she looked at her solemn colleague, even as the wind blew some of her thick brown hair out of the ponytail.

Harry ran over to Ula, a white South African with dark blue eyes, "Ula."

"Hey Gryffin, you missed out yesterday with Prongslet."

"Ula, I'm Prongslet."

"What?"

"Yeah." he said as he nodded his head.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Potions accident."

"You make me so glad to be home schooled."

"Likewise." he said as he turned and started walking back to his mentor.

"Throwing you against Falcon?"

"Next week. We're sparing this time." he said as he went back to his mentor and slauted, ready for whatever Raiden could throw at him.

He would never tell Raiden - or anyone else- that he remembered what happened. Not that Rhea sang him a lullaby or that Raiden gave him a piggy back ride. Or that he'd been so tired when he finally got back to Hogwarts.

He barely remembered Hermione opening the door, frantic that he'd fallen asleep in the bathtub only to find him curled up in the pajamas that had been conjured for him.

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NOTES

1 - Ryssa is from the book Acheron by Sherilynn Kenyon. I loved the character even though Acheron's story was a little… too much … I still haven't read the first part in it's totality. Overall, being a cursed God sucks.

For those who've never read the series, it has … adult situations but if you're like me and skip over those parts to get to the actual part of the book that you LIKE to read… well, it'll be a good read if you ever have the chance. Just a warning, be mature when you read it and it might be a good idea that you're considered to be mature enough to read things like that. If not, read the comic version.

This is part One, or rather version two of chapter one of the flashbacks.

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