Rebirth 1

Chapter one

-Harry-

Sitting in a small room at the Leaky Cauldron, he stared up at the Minister who was giving him a chastising frown "Now Harry," the portly man said firmly "while you're not in any trouble for what happened running away like that was still very irresponsible." He had to bite his tongue to stop himself from retorting that sending Hagrid to Azkaban last year just to be seen 'doing something' was also irresponsible. "So you have two options," Fudge continued, drawing his attention away from keeping his silence "the first is that you stay in the alley for the summer and swear not to go into the Muggle World. This way you won't be in danger of Black due to having the rest of the Alley there to help you if he shows up. The second option is that I have one of my aurors return you to your relatives house for the rest of the summer."

"I'll stay here!" he said quickly, a month in a magical alley or a month in the hellhole that is Durzkaban wasn't even hard enough to be considered a choice. At his quick response Minister Fudge walked out in amusement while he followed suit a moment later to ask Tom for a room for the rest of the summer.

"Hey Tom," he called out when he got down to the bar "do you have any rooms I can rent until Hogwarts starts up again?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Potter but I'm already book up until September," Tom said apologetically before pulling out a piece of parchment and a quill "but I do know another place you can stay. Go to the 'way down under' in the Grey district of Knockturn Alley. Just follow the directions here and you'll be fine."

Taking the slip of paper with a grateful nod, he went to Gringotts to grab some gold, thinking over the whole 'Grey District' thing as he waited in line. Getting his gold he walked out and looked down at the directions on the slip of paper, "I'm sure Tom wouldn't send me somewhere unsafe." He told himself with a firm nod before heading off down the smaller back alley. While the first portion of the alley was as dirty and gritty as he remembered from last summer he soon came to a fork in the road and took the path on the right, which seemed brighter than the area he had just been on as well as the left fork. Getting to the very end of the fork of the Alley, he reached the Way Down Under and paid for a room before quickly going upstairs, locking himself in, and falling asleep.

The next morning it took him a moment to realize where he was before the memories from the day before came rushing in. He tried thinking more about his situation but the roaring beast that called itself his stomach started protesting. "Okay," he muttered "food first, thinking later."

Walking downstairs he walked to the Inn's dining area, loading his tray up with the first large meal he'd had since he left Hogwarts. Licking his lips hungrily he took his tray over to an empty table in a corner and began eating happily, making sure to keep an eye on his surroundings. Despite trusting Tom, he was still wary of Knockturn and it would seem that his wariness was well founded as while most of the patrons didn't give him more than a passing glance a group of three were sending him unsettling looks.

Right as he began to finish up the trio decided to make their move, the small group rising and stalking over towards him. Noticing their action, he subtly drew his wand out of his pocket and palmed it against his leg in preparation to fight, despite having a limited amount of spells. "What are you doing here kid?" the largest of the three men demanded when they were in front of his table, the trio blocking off any possible exit "You don't belong here."

"So I'd suggest you clear out before you get hurt." a much paler man on the right hissed at him showing, gleaming vampiric fangs. Tensing his muscles he was about to try and fight his way out and get back to Diagon when the three men were blasted by some red light leaving them unconscious on the ground, ropes wrapping around them a moment later.

Looking up he saw the man who'd checked him in the night before walking over, wand still pointed at the downed men. "Sorry about that kid." the man apologized, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly "Most of our patrons here in the Grey district aren't like that but from what I can tell the inn in the Dark district was full so these three came here." The employee finished his statement with a kick at the bound men.

"No problem," he said gratefully, the last of his nervousness vanishing when the man put away his wand "but could you do me a favor? I heard the term 'Grey District' yesterday but I don't really know what it means."

"Muggleborn?" the Inn Keeper asked with slight amusement but no hint of hostility while taking a seat across from him.

"Muggle raised," he corrected with a grumble "my parents died in the war and I was dumped on the doorstep of my muggle relatives. To put it bluntly they see magic like the Nazis saw Jews so I spent a decade in living hell and away from all magic."

The man gaped at the information, "The bloody freaking hell?! Do you know who took you? I'm Mark by the way, mark Andrews."

"Harry Potter," he said as he lifted his bangs "and the man who placed me there was Albus Dumbledore."

At that Mark gave a low whistle before beginning to explain slowly, likely trying to think of the best way to put it "Well to answer your question Knockturn Alley has two sides or 'districts' as they've started being called. After the first few shops, the alley splits into two separate lanes, as I'm sure you saw yesterday. The fork on the left is full of shops dedicated to the Dark Arts while the side on the right, the one we're in now, is full of shops that are Grey. The few shops before the split are mostly dark leading to the unfortunate stereotype that everyone in the alley is evil even if it's only a small amount that believe that."

"Okay," he said with a slow nod as he absorbed all that he was being told, "I'm following you so far. But what about the Grey Affiliation itself, what all does it entail?"

"I'll explain all three," Mark said with a nod "to start with the Light Side, as you may know, is all about second chances and capturing enemies all the time using things like stunners and body-binds but never really fighting back to their full force as they see killing anyone, even in self-defense, as horrid act."

"That I know about," he groaned, "during my first year one of the professor at Hogwarts had allowed Voldemort's spirit to possess him and tried to kill me. I fought back and ended up killing him somehow, I was told that it was the same power that saved me from the Killing Curse, and I ended up getting a seven hour lecture about how I should have tried to save the bastard from Dumbledore."

Mark gave a wince at that, "Ouch. Anyway, the Dark side is devoted to using dangerous and powerful magics designed to destroy and kill even when it isn't necessary. The problem though is that if you use too much, don't take the proper precautions, or even have enough will power they can corrupt and even destroy the mind of the user."

"Explains why every Dark Lord is a full blown psychopath." He said thoughtfully, having done independent research on various Dark Lords after finding out one was gunning for him.

"You'd have to be a psycho to even want to rule this country, let alone the world." Mark snorted "Sheeple everywhere! Anyway, the Grey is something else entirely from the last two. We in the Grey don't hold the cruelty and lust for power that those in the Dark have but we also lack the softness of the Light. We're willing to do what needs to be done when it needs to be but it doesn't make us evil.

"That makes a hell of a lot more sense than the shit that Dumbledore keeps spewing!" he said with a grin while Mark laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.

"That it does my young friend, that it does." Mark said while standing up "Now I'm going to go give these three to the aurors for threatening a minor. Feel free to explore the alley but I'd stay clear of the Dark Half if I were you, they aren't all that friendly over there and a lot of them are more competent than these idiots." Mark punctuated the statement by kicking the unconscious vampire. Mark was just about to walk away when the man paused, "Oh, and any purchases you make will be collected by House elves and taken to your room, all you have to do is show the store your room key and they'll call the elf." Before walking over to a fireplace and tossing in some floo powder.

Nodding in Mark's direction and walked out into the Alley Fork, immediately noticing a store that sold clothing, both magical and muggle. Glancing down at his own tattered clothes he didn't even hesitate before walking in where he saw a beautiful woman in her thirties as well as a teenage girl who was likely her daughter. "Hello," the woman said with a nod at him "welcome to Beauregard clothing. How can I help you today?"

"I was hoping to get fitted for a full wardrobe." He said as he tried not to stare at the two attractive women.

"Magical or Muggle?" the woman who he assumed owned the store asked, her smirk showing that she could tell what was going through his head.

"Both please." He requested as the woman nodded and handed him a catalog of items they had.

"Go through this and select what you want," the woman told him "and then I'll have Silena get you measured. I'll be in the back working on another order if you need any help." Nodding he made his choices and walked over to a small nook in the store where Silena, the owner's attractive daughter began measuring him but by her giggles she knew the effect she had on him and was having fun teasing him. Blushing up a storm he left the shop once she was finished, the girl calling after him that his first outfit would be ready in about an hour if he wanted to come pick it up in person.

Shaking his head, he just began meandering down the alley, his mind wandering as he passed an eye place and didn't think twice about it until a woman grabbed him by the collar and pulled him inside. He was too stunned to say anything as she started to wave her wand over his eyes and didn't regain her bearing until she took off her glasses and held them over a trash can. "Twenty galleons and I can permanently fix them." She told him as he tried to focus on her blurry form "I can also add in a few abilities for two hundred and fifty galleons per addition."

He was about to agree to pay the twenty galleons and ask about the additions when an idea popped into his head from his 'Slytherin side'.

"You'll fix my eyes free of charge and give me all the upgrades for two hundred Galleons. In return you can keep the glasses and display them, saying 'this is where Harry Potter got his eyes fixed' and business will boom as you're the only business, thus far, to be officially endorsed by Harry Potter."

The woman looked at him skeptically before waving her wand, he supposed it was to confirm that he wasn't using magic to change his appearance. When she had determined he was telling the truth she stared at him keenly before countering "Four hundred Galleons."

"Three hundred and I'll take part in an advertisement for you." He retorted to which the woman nodded.

"Deal." She said as she set his glasses on the counter before moving over to a heavily locked, and likely enchanted, case. "The process of fixing eyesight isn't all that uncommon but I'm the only shop, in England anyway, that's been able to create upgrades and while the ingredients aren't all that expensive the process of making the potion is a pain in the arse." As she spoke, she grabbed a clear potion, which she added to from several other smaller vials that turned the potion a light silver. Walking over she was just about to pour it into his eyes when she paused and said "I know this is going to hurt so scream, curse, do whatever you want to do just don't break anything." Then poured it in.

He screamed, cursed, and then kicked the counter making him yell out again at the new pain in his foot. After a few minutes the pain went away and he found he could see perfectly. Looking in a mirror he saw that his irises were veined with silver, raising an eyebrow at the shop owner she blushed and explained, "It's a bit of a side effect from the upgrades. With only one or two the veins are barely noticeable but they grow brighter with each upgrade."

Nodding he pulled out three hundred and five galleons and handed them to her as he picked up a pair of Oakley's with silver lenses and frames. He was stopped just before he could leave by the woman who handed him a small instruction book, which, according to the label, would explain to him the different abilities he now had.

Eyes fixed he walked back out into the alley and bought his school supplies, as well as some extra books on different spells, and had House Elves send them straight to his room at the Inn. Noting the time, he decided to head back to the clothing store so he could wear something besides the tattered rags that used to belong to Dudley, skimming the booklet as he walked. "See through mode," he muttered as he opened the door of the store "what the heck is that?" only to look up and see the shop owner, her daughter Silena, and everyone else out in the alley was stark naked. Yelping he slapped a hand to his eyes, blushing furiously as he quickly cried out "See through mode off!", peeking out from between his fingers and sighing in relief when he was that everyone was clothed again.

"Didn't read what your new functions did yet I guess?" Silena asked with a giggle as he blushed.

"Don't worry, it happens more often than you'd think, at least you didn't do it on purpose and quickly fixed the situation." the show owner laughed as she handed him a wrapped parcel, "Here's your first set of clothes, the rest should hopefully be done in about three days."

Nodding he decided to strike up a conversation and asked "So how long have you been in the alley?"

"We've actually only been here for a couple weeks." Silena told him as she hopped up on the counter.

"Ah," he said in understanding "well even if I'm only a guest in the ally welcome. Are you new to England or?" he began and the woman quickly replied.

"I was born here but moved to Australia with my daughter when she was a baby as my husband had a new job. He and I are divorced now so Silena and I moved back here. My name is Natalia by the way, Natalia Beauregard."

"Harry," he said shaking her outstretched hand "Harry Potter." getting a gasp from the two women.

"Are you really?" they asked and when he showed them his scar the teenage girl, Silena he remembered, ran forward and jumped up wrapping her arms and legs around him as she started to snog him furiously. Almost instinctively he responded until Natalia cleared her throat amused "Silena dear, would you please dismount our customer?"

Blushing the girl let him go before giggling embarrassed, "Sorry mum, but I couldn't resist having my first kiss being Harry Potter."

Before Natalia could reprimand her, he said with a grin "That's alright but next time give me some warning so I can enjoy it!"

"Next time?" she asked hopefully while he smiled at her.

"Of course! I'd have to be blind or crazy not to want to do that again." he said and he meant it, Silena was stunningly beautiful with full black hair that went a little past her shoulders and eyes like sapphires. Her clothes were a black full body suit that covered her legs and torso but had no sleeves and its straps were held up on the sides of her arms. Over the top of this, she wore a violet dress-like top that went a little way past her hips and had a portion cut out of the middle along black and purple high-heeled boots. This got a giggle from Silena and she quickly got him to promise to visit again.

AN2: List of his eye powers that I've thought of so far

X-ray vision (see through mode)

Able to remember everything he sees

Hypnosis

Able to see wards

Able to see time in slow motion

Intimidation glare which causes those under it to freeze in fear

Cast illusions on those who look into them

Microscopic vision

Full circle vision (able to see in a complete circle around him)

If you can think of any more, please tell me in a review