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"BOY! Get down here and cook breakfast, or I will come up there and re-educate you!" Harry heard his uncle, Vernon Dursley shout in anger from down the hall as he quickly put his pants on in the confines of his cupboard. Hurrying out, he didn't bother to respond, knowing by now that if he spoke to them without permission he would be educated once more. And he had no desire to certify a re-education session tonight, as he could still feel the impact of his uncle's leather belt on his back from last night.

"Boy, comb your hair!" His uncle barked at him by way of a morning greeting, as his Aunt Petunia was setting out the table in preparation for his cousin's, Dudley's, 7th birthday. Harry looked over at the mound of presents that were on the table, already envisioning what was going to happen to the larger ones, such as the remote controlled racecar, and the huge container full of mini-chocolates that would be devoured within the first two days.

To be honest, Harry had never really understood the Dursleys; they only cared about their public image, but they never realized that it was mostly ruined by Dudley's actions to other boys at school. Dudley's very nature was against what they envisioned themselves as, yet they never realized that he was not the top, not the golden boy, but they managed to convince themselves that he was.

'I just don't understand their logic,' Harry thought, 'anyway, now that the bacon is cooked, may as well serve it up and leave to do my other chores. They won't miss me.'

And so, while the others within the household were having breakfast, Harry was out trimming the back hedge, preoccupying himself with trying to compose a tune in his head that he could play on his school violin.

However within the house, Petunia was trying to come up with a plan that would allow Vernon, Dudley and herself to go to a nearby theme park that recently opened while leaving Harry behind. The problem was convincing Vernon to leave him alone in the house, as he always thought he would come back with the house blown up. Little did he know, that Dumbledore had actually placed a few blocks on Harry's magic before delivering him to their doorstep, and as such, Harry was able to do little to no magic at all. Certainly nowhere near enough to blow up a house. As Dudley went upstairs, trying to cart his new toys into the extra bedroom, Petunia informed of this, bringing out the letter that had been with Harry on that night to help assuage his fears. Afterwards, Vernon wasted no time in informing Dudley of their little day trip, and went out to give Harry the warning.

"Freak! We, meaning my wife, my son and I, are going out for the rest of the day! Petunia has left a list of chores for you to fulfill, and we won't be back till evening. If anything, and I mean anything goes wrong, then later there will be extensive re-education, no excuses," he threatened Harry, before stomping off back into the house. A few minutes later Harry heard the noise of the engine starting in the family car, but continued to prune the hedge, knowing that the sooner he finished the tasks set, the sooner he could roam freely, and perhaps go to the library a few streets away.

It was at one o'clock in the afternoon that he finally finished his chores, and although he was mildly hungry, he didn't eat, as the note Petunia had left behind told him expressly not to. Along with the fact that Vernon had installed an alarm upon the fridge door that would send a message to his phone whenever someone opened it unless he switched it off. As such, he got a simple glass of water from the kitchen sink, before heading out of the house and up the street towards the library.

Stepping into the library, he received a smile and a greeting from the rather elderly librarian, who was one of the few adults that Harry actually trusted. He had helped Harry a year ago, bringing him into the library after stopping a few playground bullies from beating him up. He also knew of the situation that Harry faced at home, but was unable to procure evidence in order to get them arrested. As such he helped the few ways he could, but Harry didn't mind if he hadn't, as long as he could access the wealth of information that was the library. It was only known to some of his teachers at school and Jonathon, the librarian, that Harry was a prodigy in the making. He was already reading course books for his next school year, and was at the top of his class in all his subjects, not that they actually told the Dursleys this.

Harry had gained respect amongst the teachers due to his high grades, and willingness to help others in their studies, not that many accepted, being afraid of the beating they would receive from Dudley and his gang. He had already started to look at the options of languages, and had chosen to study French and Japanese, the first being a commonly spoke language, and the second being a personal interest.

Jonathon stood up from behind the counter and called Harry over softly.

"Harry, it is unusual to see you on a weekend, typically you come after school, but no matter, I have some books that you may be interested in that were recently ordered from overseas. Among them are books on self-defense and martial arts, along with books on Japanese and books on ancient mythology," he said, smiling at the young boy as he sorted through the books. Harry had asked for some of these books due to his interests and the constant threat of Dudley and his gang.

"Thank you Jonathon, these are similar to the books I have seen in the library and are what I wanted," Harry said, before sitting down in a nearby seat and pulling out a book on Japanese mythology and traditions.

Jonathon smiled briefly, with age lines stretching across his face, before turning to the email he had been typing up to one of Harry's teachers. After Harry had mentioned him, they had set up contact, both sides wishing to help Harry become the genius that was evident in him.

And so a few months passed, with only Harry's teachers and Jonathon knowing the secret of his intellect. The Headmaster of his primary school, although he was also aware of Harry's talent, didn't make it evident to the public, as Vernon sending his son to the school had brought a boost in public regard from the parents. And yet, due to the pleading of many of his staff, he was convinced that Harry's capabilities could only continue to grow. As such, he sent a letter to Vernon, stating that Harry would be required to stay for classes after school and for the first half of Saturday in order to catch up from work he had supposedly failed. Vernon seeing a chance for the little freak to spend more time out of his house agreed immediately, and so Harry's learning increased further. He started to go through Mathematical and science courses that the year above was only just starting.

Two more years carried on this way, and even without his teachers he studied privately, beginning to learn the basics of German and Algebra. He enrolled immediately when a martial arts course was offered at the school, and also began playing football. Both of his coaches were brought into the secret, and kept his progress away from the Dursley's eyes, although both acknowledged that his spatial awareness was astounding for one so young. Harry's teachers, seeing that he was growing bored with coursework he had done a few months prior, secretly moved him up a grade, making sure that Dudley would never learn of it and telling them he was being put in a support class for failing students. However, this earned him the enmity of those a few years above him, and he was picked on for being a bookworm and a child genius.

Nevertheless, his studies continued at an exponential rate, and he began studying artistic subjects as well, causing his music teacher to use her own money and buy him a good reliable violin model rather than the scratchy ones that the school provided for beginners. And although he had no part in it, his good playing spread among the community, and he was often asked to play solo pieces for certain events. The Dursleys let him do so, turning it to their own advantage, and soaking up the public regard that Harry brought whenever they attended a function he was playing at. However, the one thing that Harry was bad at, and that many teased him about, was public speaking. If it was a small group, say below twenty people then it was fine and he could take charge rather easily, but any larger, and he dreads the idea and tries to fade into the background.

Two other hobbies that he took up which people found rather odd was studying sword fighting and also wood-crafting, however he could only really read books about the subject, as he was rather young for any of the practical exercises.

All this minor publicity had an upside at home as well, as his uncles had to restrict his punishment to where they wouldn't show at his performances or in public, and he was treated with slightly better clothes that fit him.

It was when Vernon and Petunia were taking Dudley to a series of movies for a celebration of his ninth birthday that Harry, bored and curious, ventured into the attic. He spent the time looking amongst the various dusty objects, and was about to leave and venture to the library when he saw a heavy looking trunk in a far corner. His eyes widened to huge orbs when he saw the name above the lock.

Lily Potter

'This is something that belonged to my mother,' Harry thought sadly, remembering all the times that Petunia told him they owned nothing of his mothers. Harry remembered that he was within an attic, and quickly made the decision to take the trunk to a place more suited for study. Safe with the knowledge that the Dursleys wouldn't be back for around six more hours, he took the trunk to the living room and proceeded to attempt at unlocking the lock on the clasp. Even as it opened at his first try, he couldn't shake the sense that this was undeniable proof of his parents being gone, and felt a mixture of curiosity, sadness and excitement. Opening the lid of the trunk, he saw a pile of clothes off to one side, books in the center, and what looked to be scrolls off to the other side. However, in the center, on top of the books lay a letter, but he was mystified at the fact that it was sealed with wax and seemed to be made from parchment, not paper. He suddenly felt a twinge of doubt

'What if this isn't my mother's trunk, just that of a long lost ancestor with the same name? Even worse, what if this is just a cruel hoax played on me by my aunt and uncle?' He thought, almost afraid now to open the letter for the fear of disappointment. But the logical part of his mind knew that it would be better to get it over with rather than agonizing over it, so he broke the seal and opened the letter.

Dear Harry

If you are reading this then your father James Potter and I are dead. Let's start with the beginning; your full name is Harry James Kakashi Potter. You are the son of Lily Uzumaki Evans, later Lily Uzumaki Potter, and James Uchiha Potter. As you know you are the heir and soon to be head of several houses and clans, as you should have been told by Sirius. However if he hasn't, and you don't know the existence of magic, then all shall be explained below, if you are aware, then you can probably just skip this part.

In the real world, there are actually two facets, if you like. There is the magical world, and the non-magical world, but both live in the same space. The non-magical people, or Muggles, as we call them, are unaware of the magical worlds existence, and they are the people who live rather boring lives with their modern technology. Then there is the magical world, which is aware of the Muggle world, and is concentrated in various communities all over the globe. We live our lives blending in with the Muggles as necessary, and keeping them unknowing of the existence of magic. Our world is just as complicated as the Muggle one; we have wars and the like. There are various races, such as the goblins, centaurs, faeries, vampires and werewolves that live among us. There are magical creatures, such as dragons, hippogriffs and phoenixes that exist. There are schools purely for magical learning. Sure, it is much smaller than the Muggle world, but even more complex in various areas.

Your father and I were magical people, him being a wizard, and I a witch. We were both descendants of an island of the coast of Japan called the Elemental Nations, where an unusual form of magic developed. However as the inhabitants were very territorial, they went through several wars amongst themselves. More on these people can be found within the various scrolls and books in the trunk. Eventually a few clans migrated to the outside world, and those that remained killed themselves off. Due to the dangers of the island, it has since become known as the Forbidden Nation. Two of the clans that migrated to Europe were the Uchiha and the Uzumaki, and you are descended from both, Uzumaki from me, and Uchiha from James. Both of these clans have rather special abilities, which you can read about later. Both clans eventually formed into families, the Potters and the Evans, and Petunia is not your aunt, as she was my adopted family. As such you are the inheritor to the vaults of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Uchiha, Uzumaki, Evans and Potter. The reason the Uchiha and Uzumaki vaults still exist is because both designed them to only grant access to one with the abilities or knowledge of a shinobi which neither I nor James had. As such you are the lord of the families and will carry great political power and influence. Although I did find the required password for the Uzumaki vault through long hours of study, but I was never able to use it, as we had been forced into hiding.

Finally there is the reason for the death of James and me. We were and perhaps still are, with a group of Dark Wizards. They are lead by a man who calls himself Lord Voldemort, and that is what the wizarding world knows him by. If we are dead, then it is most likely that James and I fell in battle against him, or he assassinated us, as we were both crucial to the forces of the Light.

I will let you in on a little secret; although the Ministry of Magic monitors the use of underage magic, they are unable to monitor the use of chakra, the shinobi form of magic.

Also do not trust one Albus Dumbledore, as he is one manipulative old man.

Sirius Black was not our secret keeper, Peter Pettigrew was. Also once you have access to Gringotts, ask to take an inheritance and magical power and abilities ritual. But make sure you learn a Henge before you go anywhere in the wizarding world.

We have a suspicion that Voldemort may be using Horcruxes to survive, as several high powered have been able to catch him unawares before, but he doesn't seem to have been affected by their efforts.

Love Lily Potter

Harry put down the letter and reflected sadly on the character revealed in his mother's letter. But it also raised some crucial questions

'If I am the lord of these houses, then why am I stuck here and treated like a slave? Why would she warn me against the Dumbledore character? And by god it looks like I have a lot of reading to do,' Harry thought. Although he realized the comment about the Ministry of Magic being unable to detect chakra as useful, as it meant that he could practice unobserved. Once he found a place to practice, that is.

Picking up What is a Shinobi? He settled down in a nearby chair to read.