Summary: Hadrian 'Harry' James Potter was neglected by his parents for his twin brother, the BWL. What will the portraits of his ancestors do when they see this?
Raise him to becoming the perfect pureblood of course!
Bashing & Manipulaion
Yaoi
Hello! This is another Harry Potter fanfic. There will be elements from DBZ, FT and Naruto. The pairings are already set.
Draco x Harry
Theo x Neville
Fred x Hermione x George
Blaise x Tracey x Daphne
Charlus x Susan x Hannah
Colin x Luna
There will be manipulations and bashing, so I hope you enjoy. Warning this is a slash, yaoi fanfic. Oh and Lily is a pureblood in this fic. The Evans being a small magical family. Enjoy!
Hadrian 'Harry' Potter looked around his surroundings in awe. He had never came to the muggle world before and he was amazed at the things he has seen in Muggle London. As he walked around in his older version, thanks to his Metamorphmagus abilities. It would have been suspicious if a seven year old was walking the streets all by himself. Having been given directions to the library, he walked in, giving the librarian a polite smile. Harry loved reading and knew if he wanted any information about the muggle world, he would get it here.
Now, one would think why a seven year old was alone in the muggle world and not with his parents? Simple. Six years ago, on the night of Halloween, Voldemort had attacked their home at Godric Hallow. Having killed their caretaker, Voldemort had pointed his wand to his older twin, Charlus Potter, but miraculously, he blocked it, thus ending the Dark Lord. His brother was seen as a hero or the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. Harry was proud of his brother, but then their parents had began to ignore him in favour of his brother. His brother, being the kind older sibling he was, always found time for him until recently. For some strange reason, his brother began ignoring him too now, or would just insult him. And his brother would never do that. So for he past couple months he was pretty broken up and cried that he had now lost his dear brother.
Harry, even though was ignored by his family, was raised by the various ancestral portraits a the manor-which people would see as more of a castle. His ancestors were all disappointed by the current Lord Potter, none more so than his grandparents, Charlus and Dorea Potter. So they took it upon themselves to educate him in everything. It also helped that the house elves would simply bring his food to his room, which he had hardly left and even then, it was to go to the family library where he would spend weeks in. He was luckily that there was at least one person who was a Master in every magical field in the Potter line.
Aside from his magical education, most of he female ancestors would each him etiquette, mostly his grandmother, who was very strict. His grandfather would teach him about politics and the economy. He was a pureblood and so he had to act accordingly and know what to do, despite not being heir himself. He was quite happy to learn he had a trust vault that every Potter child had from the moment they were born. It also helped that due to his parents forgetting about him, they didn't set a limit to the amount of money he could remove, which suited him perfectly.
They had instructed that he take a magical inheritance test and were pleased with the results. He had found out that he was a Metamorphmagus as well as a Parsalmouth, though his brother was also the last one he found out a couple weeks ago. His grandmother, as well as another ancestor of his, about six generations back, Gabrielle Potter nee Malfoy, were happy that he had gotten both traits. He was however, advised to hide his Parsalmouth ability.
As time went by and Harry devoured he books he found, his respect for the muggles had had raised. He had heard people saying they were filth, but they had advanced far much better than they had. He had talked to his family-the portrait-about why the wizarding world was still in the Dark Ages. Grandfather Charlus had explained to him that it was only really Britain that had stayed behind, heck they closed their boarders to other magically communities, believing they were far superior. He promised himself when he got older he would look at the other magical communities around the world.
Just as he was going to check out some books, having made a card with his fake identity with the help of he Goblin, his eyes caught a sign that read 'Graphic Novels'. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, he steered into the area and was amazed at what he saw. The first book he saw was called 'Fairy Tail' and it was a book about magic. How muggles knew about it, he didn't know but after skimming through the book, he was quite fascinated. He decided to take some of them with him. Then, his eyes landed on another book with a funny looking boy on it. It was called 'Naruto' and this one was about ninjas with supernatural powers, like magic. Deciding to take some of them as well, he checked out his books and placed hem in his back. Using his grandfather's old wand, he called he Knight Bus and was on is way home.
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When Harry had reached his room, he had quickly took out the large amounts of books out of his bottomless bag. He placed them on the side, planning on asking the house elves o create a shelve for him. What he really couldn't wait to look at were the books he had gotten from the 'Graphic Novels' section. Harry like experimenting with his magic, doing things that people would call impossible. Wandless magic was seen as impossible, but he could do I, so other things couldn't be impossible.
"Harry dear, you must eat dinner now." his grandmother reminded him. The house-elves had enlarge his room so I would accommodate a lot more portrait frames.
"Okay grandmother, but the way they explain he magic here is quite fascinating." he said giddily, having been through a lot of he books.
"Muggles do come up with the most extra-ordinary things. I believe you want to replicate these spells?" Adrian Potter, his ancestor four generation asked. He was a Potions Maser and quite strict.
"Yup. I read in this 'Naruto' book, that apparently, in order to use their chakra, they have to unlock it. I have a theory. People believe that wandless magic is impossible and that a wand is always needed. I think that if we were to unlock our magic like they unlock their chakra, then it would be much more easier." he said in a tone that most adults wouldn't hear in young children, but they all knew that Harry was a prodigy, someone they were all proud of to have he Potter name.
"Your theory has merit. The wand would act like a key of sorts which is why our magic would work well. The wand unlocks our magical core. You'll need to test it thought and on someone else since you can already do wandless magic." Charlus Potter, his grandfather nodded in pride. How he wished James was like Harry, but at least he had him as a grandson.
"I think I'll try it when I know how they actually do it. The couple books I have don't quite tell. Oh and he magic they have in the book 'Fairy Tail' is quite amazing! I read about he internet and I think I'll have to learn how use a computer." he said excitedly, having so much ideas.
"Whats this internet and computer?" Melisa Potter nee Lestrange, his grandmother of three generations frowned.
"Its an easier way that muggles have created to help look for information. Instead of spending hours looking for information in a library, it helps you find it in seconds. Well that's what I understood from the books I've read and how I saw others using them when I was there." he shrugged, planning on spending he next couple weeks on understanding the muggle world and how this internet worked. A house-elve had 'pop' in and brought in his food.
"You know it looks a lot like this Achieve magic I saw in one of the books about 'Fairy tail'." he added as he began eating his food.
"It wouldn't do you that good. Muggle electronics don't work well with magic." Charlus remembered.
"Then he'll simply find a way around it. here might be some runes that we could design. No one really had tried before." Dorea smiled softly, as she had gained a Masers in Runes in her life.
"We could use Arithmancy as well. The wo always work beer together." Fleamont Potter, his great-grandfather, who also had a Masters in Arithmancy suggested.
"Now, now, let the boy eat dear. He has to get some rest as well." Euphemia Potter, his great-grandmother and wife of Fleamont said. "Hurry up Harry. If you want to go to the library tomorrow as well them you have to get a goodnight's sleep."
"We'll have to resume your lessons as well." Robert Potter, who was his many time great-grandfather said giving him a knowing look. He had a Masters in Transfiguration and like Harry, liked to find new ways to expand his magic when he was alive.
"Okay, okay. So, I'll figure out how it all works and then we find out how to protect the electronics." he summed up.
"Now off to bed young man. You have a busy day tomorrow. As for you classes, they will resume in a weeks' time." Melisa smiled a him fondly and he smiled back.
"Thank you Aunty." he beamed as he quickly go dressed. All the other portraits had old him to call him Aunty or Uncle. He only called his grandparents, grandma or grandpa since saying many times great would be very annoying. Saying his good-nights, he quickly fell a sleep.
Once he had fell asleep, the portraits that were in the room smiled softly at their youngest descendant. They were all pretty proud of the young man. His magic was powerful, nothing none of them had seen before. They couldn't help but wait in anticipation for him to come into his magical inheritance. They all taught him to the best of their abilities, along with the other family portraits that couldn't fit in his room. Never before were each one of them relieved that they had left behind a self-portrait that would activate when they died.
The most embarrassed though were Charlus and Dorea Potter, parents to James Potter. Sure their son was spoiled, but you couldn't blame them. They did have him late in their life, but they had expressed the importance of family to him. Even though the Potter family weren't blood suprimest, they still valued family like every other pureblood family. Their son though, completely disregarded one for the other, simply because of the fame. They thought that at least Lily would be the level headed one, having taking a liking to her but it seemed like she was no better.
But what baffled them the most was the elder twin named after his grandfather Charlus. They were glad the lad didn't have a large ego and still cared for his brother, but then one day he became unbearable. They suspected that potions might have been given to him, but they didn't tell Harry in fear of giving him false hope. They suspected that meddling headmaster and the red headed family that they were introduced to on the twin's seven birthday. The red head that was the same age as them was annoying and Charlus-the twin-didn't like him, but a couple weeks later, they become best friends.
The damn headmaster also had that twinkle in his eyes!
Still, it didn't matter. They had instructed that Harry keep away from the entire family. Their youngest had already suffered enough. He didn't need any more. They could only wait until he reached Hogwarts. He already knew almost the entire curriculum, so they would send him to school-not to learn but to make friends. They had already planned a few children that would arrive for the eight birthday party. Terrance Potter, a many times great-grandfather, who was also a Herbolgoist had told them about a young boy who would spend time in the green houses during the party. He would make an excellent friend for their shy Harry.
So while Harry slept, the portraits plotted ways for the success of the rest of his life.
