Hey guys,
Here is another story. I decided this one is going to include the founders.
have fun.
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Harry Potter stood at the edge of the lake five minutes ago. The little five year old was more mature than kids twice his own age, thrice as intelligent as the other kids that were his own age.
A Prodigy. That's what they had called him. And yet, here he was treated like dirt, called a freak, for something he had no control over. His intelligence was something he had cherished. Something everyone praised him of, his own relatives paraded him like he was a trophy outside the four walls of their house, at the same time, they treated him like a slave, fit for nothing but to wash and clean.
People all over the world would often say that having a Photographic memory was a very cool thing. Something they would kill to have. Yet only those who had it knew it was a double edged sword.
Harry had gained cognizance at the tender age of three months, which literally meant he remembered everything little things that happened if he concentrated, and memories of his parents and their friends, memories of their death and of course magic were prominent ones. Somethings he could not forget. Something he didn't want to.
He knew enough of the Wizarding world and of magic to find his way in it. His father and his mother, apparently were both magicals. His father a pureblood while his mother a halfblood. As far as he knew, the magical world worked in a very different way. Meaning, the magic, was sentient and it had a major part in its governance. While, there was a government in Britain, Magic itself had chosen a few selected families, over fifty families to help govern a magical population of over five hundred thousand in Britain alone, having similar systems in the other worlds. As such, there were three tiers of hierarchy in the fifty families chosen by magic. It christened fifteen families with the title Most Ancient and Most Noble. Fifteen families as Ancient and Noble and twenty as either Ancient or Noble. The families with only the Noble title could loose their position if Magic so decreed.
According to what his father had told him. The system was around five thousand years old. When one of the families became extinct or magic deemed it extinct, then another woukd fill it's post.
The Houses Sayre, Peverell, Slytherin, Black, Ravenclaw, Ollivander, Potter, Bones, Lestrange, Macmillan, Gamp, Shafiq, Lovegood, Le Fey and the Shesha were the fifteen Most Ancient and Most Noble families. Of which Sayre, Shesha, Peverell, Slytherin and Le Fey were considered dormant.
The Houses Abbott, Burke, Bilshwick, Bulstrode, Carrow, Flint, Longbottom, Greengrass, Nott, Rosier, Prewitt, Urquart, Ross, Scamander and Max were the Ancient and Noble Houses.
Whereas the other Twenty comprised of houses like Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Yaxley, Rowle, Prince, Macdougal, Davies, Parkinson, Weasley, Trembley, Tripe, Travers, Slughorn, Selwyn, Moody, Kama, Fawley, Crouch and Avery were the Ancient or Noble Houses.
The little kid knew for a fact that he was the heir to the house of Potter, Peverell, Slytherin and Shesha from his father and mother.
The little five year old knew his name was Hadrian James Potter and not Freak. Despite what the Dursleys thought, the residents of Surrey were not stupid. Really nosy and annoying but not stupid, and it was known that everyone was wary of them, and to some extant knew of the abuse their poor ward had to suffer at their hands.
The old woman at number three, Mrs Moore, insisted that the young child be sent to her house in the morning and evening and at night so that the little boy could help her clean the house, and so that she could teach him some responsibility and knock him out of his brutish habits. It was well known she was an Ex Military Instructor, and Petunia hoped the old lady would beat the Magic out of the freak.
But unknown to her, Mrs Moore made sure the boy was fed and watered and healthy. She taught him basic training stuff, exercises and instilled in him the same values she had instilled in her children and grandchildren. Unlike the rest of the population, Mrs Moore was one of the few who believed that everyone must put themselves before others. They should make sure they were the best at what they did. She forced the meekness out of the boy, she had come to love as her own grandchild. She made him manipulative and she made sure he would never manipulated and he could stand on his own.
Her daughter was the headmistress of her only school in his community in Surrey. The woman was an excellent Phyisict and she was, much to her mother's chagrin, an avid fan of Yoga. She had come across it during her travels. The woman while only 38, had travelled a lot around the world and she had forsed the young man into learning yoga and all that came with it. Especially meditation.
They were the only ones who took any action, the others only gave him pitiful looks. And he didn't resent them for that. It want their business after all.
Meditation on the other hand, had opened a lot of doors for Hadrian. While meditation gave muggles a sense of calm and peace, It strengthened the magics of the mind for a wizard. Strengthening a wizards inherent connection to magic.
For a child of four to diligently meditate is rare. perhaps one in a million, and somethings helped more than the others. Meditation gave Hadrian power, the power over the mind. Telepathy, telekinesis and the Mind Magics.
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Hello Harry, are you ready for our daily meditation, mother is still asleep, let's get it over with before she wakes. The young boy beamed at the woman. Ms Moore smiled as she sat down, sitting the meditative posture. The now seven year old nodded, following her lead. As he closed his eyes, entering his mind.
It was sad that the child could not tell his own mentor the extant of his abilities. To them, he was just a prodigy in hand to hand combat and fighting with a knife or dagger. He had only now started using a gun.
Hadrian smiled as the scenery changed from the city he had constructed as a defense from those that entered his mind. One would definitely be lost in a city where they have never been, with no guide and no citizens, prowling with dragons, chimera, extra large snakes and just about any mythical creature the boy could cook up.
The wonderful city changed into a large ocean. the bright horizon with no sun and no moon, yet the ocean glowed bright, beautiful colours. It further showed them breaking into small channels leading to parts unknown. He remembered the evil that he had come across, the evil he had somehow managed to absorb, It was what gave him a natural ability to do magic, it became instinctive. The wand movements and the incantations.
He smiled as he willed the scenery to change. He remembered his father boast about the Potter family trait. The ability to shift into any animal. Just like how The Blacks had Metamorphmagi and the Lovegoods had seers. It was not exclusive, because many others had the gift, but the Potters were one of the few. And they had hidden their abilities.
Despite the fact that they could transform into any animal, they still had a form that resembled them, Their spirit animal if you will. And Hadrian had a wonderful spirit animal. A Smilodon, well not exactly a Smilodon, he had researched the species and he had used all the Potter books about the ability, the age of the wizard reflected the age of the transformed animal. And Hadrian's Smilodon form was already One and a half meter in length. His fangs were half grown.
He smiled the animal walked up to him, nuzzling and purring as Hadrian scratched it's head. The large beast acted like a kitten. Given it was a reflection of himself if he was a Smilodon. The boy smiled as the view changed back to the city, The animal was still with him, His face changed to sadness as he entered one of the secret password protected bunkers. He had many hidden around the city, and this particular one held the memories of his parents. He sat on his chairs, as he watched one and a half years of his life unfold right in front of him on the large screen.
In his mind, he was the God. He was the almighty and he had control over every aspect. Something that had taken him four years of hard work to achieve. The one hour spent meditating was over a week in his mind. He watched the evil abomination kill his mother, he watched as Albus bloody Dumbledore manipulated those around him. His resolve became stronger. He would win. He would rule. He would crush those who sought to harm him and those he claimed as his.
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That's it
