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AN: Thanks for the reviews! Oh, by the way, Harry doesn't have future knowledge, he has Merlin's knowledge. Harry meets the Weasley's! By the way, it's been edited... the end of the old version was just stupid.
Sbmcneil: He did, but Vernon wouldn't know that.
Albus Dumbledore was one very worried man. When he had called on Arabella Figg for her report on Harry Potter, she had said he had not been seen for days. He had to get the boy back under his control. He'd use Figg to get him back, yes that'd do. All for the greater good of course...
Meanwhile, a faint popping sound could be heard as a certain raven-haired boy apparated into 4 Privet Drive.
Harry quickly ran to the cellar door and unlocked it. As soon as a shouting Petunia and Vernon Dursley came out they lunged for Harry. He dodged them and hit them both with various jinxes and curses.
"Now listen to me here, I'm going to leave here and you're not going to say anything to anyone OK?" he said to them even though he was going to modify their memories," Now, I've just given you a good £200,000 debt, that must be paid in two years. Have a nice life Dursley's!"
With that they knew no more, other than that they had a debt to pay...
Harry apparated into Potter Manor, not seconds after he had modified Dudley's memories.
The minutes following that event consisted of Harry having an internal battle with himself, wondering whether he should go to Diagon Alley or not.
He decided to go and see if he could form early alliances or see any potential enemies or rivals.
On arriving at the Alley, he quickly conjured up a hood for himself, put on a glamour that made him seem taller than he actually was and hurried off towards Knockturn Alley - obviously to recognise future rivals.
What met him as he came to a stop was a huge patch of Black Magic. No, not dark, Black.
Black magic was the most destructive magic on the planet. It was a lot stronger than dark magic, as only a true Dark Lord could use it. It did have an opposite though, and it was aura magic. It was the best defensive magic on the planet; it was said that some of its shields could block the most dreaded curse - Avada Kedavra. And, like Black Magic, only a true Light Lord could use it. As Harry was gray, he, when he became a lord, would gain access to Ancient Magic - Black and Aura Magic combined. 'But why didn't everyone become gray then?' was the question Harry had asked when this information had came to light. This had been, apparently, because your personality had to be truely gray. If you abhorred Dark Magic or were a Light Lord, you would never be gray. The same if you were Dark. Once you got past being a Magic Lord, you could never turn back to change your chosen Magick. About the patch of Black Magic, that just analysed your personality and stole a bit of your magic, strengthening it.
Harry ducked under it and strolled into the alley with the elegance of the Lord he was. He must have been doing a great job trying to look intimidating, as many people were looking at him fearfully.
Harry turned at the next bend and walked into Borgin and Burkes. If there was someone dark, they would go here.
Striding in, he pretended to look at some items with ingenuine interest whilst service arrived. Seconds later, an old, battered man appeared out of seemingly nowhere.
Turning around, Harry launched a massive attack against the person's mind.
Harry's legilimency attacks consisted of armies, helicopters and occasionally, ships. You see, Merlin was not the Light Lord many thought he was. He was gray, and was closer to Dark magic than Light. He had not told Harry why, and Harry respected his privacy.
Anyway, he pulled out information regarding who went into the shop, why, and anything Mr. Borgin knew about them.
Finally withdrawing his attack, Harry left the shop satisfied, leaving the shopkeeper in pain.
Having pretty much all the information he needed, Harry set off towards Diagon Alley.
When he arrived, he looked around and saw a group of red-headed people. They seemed to be looking at some expensive things enviously.
Harry chuckled to himself and decided to go over to them.
He went up to them and asked in an innocent voice, " Erm.. excuse me ma'am, d-do you know where I can get a book on D-defensive magic?"
The mother of the brood, Mrs Weasley, replied in a motherly tone, "Are you starting first year too dear?" he shook his head"Oh ok follow me then. By the way what might your name be?"
"Well," he said "I could be Damien Mortier, Daniel Radcliffe or Bob Ruby, but I prefer Harry Potter"
He heard a gasp from beside him and turned to see a small, admittedly cute young girl looking at him with widened eyes.
"Er... hello, my n-name's Ginny Pott-Weasley" She blushed furiously at Harry's amused gaze.
"Hello Ginny Pott-Weasley" Harry replied mischievously, aiming to make her blush again. His plan was flawless.
"It's Weasley, but why are you here?"
"My friend was a wizard and he told me about this world when he heard my name," he lowered his voice dramatically, "Am I really famous?"
"Yes dear, you are but who came with you?
"Erm... I'm alone but it doesn't matter it's not like my relatives care."
He reached out with his magic and rattled some of the windows to show his anger. However, when he saw Molly starting to finger her wand he reined in his magic quickly.
Molly was shocked though. The spell she had had in mind had been a magic binding spell. Just as she had been about to pull out her wand, the windows had stopped shaking, as if on cue. This boy is special, she noted in her mind, very special.
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