Hello All, I hope you enjoy this story as I've decided to take a small break from Naruto for a moment. This is just a small Idea that I've had. I might not continue this story.

This is my first Harry Potter Fanfic and so I might be a little rough about it, so it's really just a proof of concept that I can pull it off. If it gets enough love I will finish it but as of right now the end goal is a mystery

Not really, If I decide to finish this story then I know how I'll end it. But I do hope i do it justice.

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END PLEASE READ

I don't own Harry Potter.

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Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, only surviving of the Killing Curse, heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter, laid bare before Albus Dumbledore. Sitting in a house of fire, crying out to the body of his mother, who protected him. The old man sighed as he waved his wand once again.

An area near Harry's scar started to glow red. Albus released the spell frowning. He cast a quick calming charm on the crying baby, settling him for a moment. Another person entered the room. "Sirius, Nice to see you, my boy. Would you explain what happened here?" he asked gently, noticing the look of shock on his face.

"I was on the mirror with James, he told me about the Fidelius Charm, that Peter was the Secret Keeper. Then I heard the wards go off, the mirror went blank. I came as fast as I could. I...i...i" Sirius said clutching his wand.

"It's okay, look, your godson is trying to talk to you," the older wizard said. Indeed, as Sirius looked over Albus he saw Harry, sitting in his crib, trying to reach out to the older man.

"Harry, Merlins balls, I thought you went with James," Sirius said, picking Harry up and hugging him tightly. "I need to take him somewhere. Voldemort's followers will try and kill him if they find him. Grimmauld Place isn't the best. But maybe I can get Moony to help. The wards are a lot stronger there." at this point he was talking to himself.

Albus frowned, plans already forming in his head. Silently he pointed his wand. Sirius felt rage, a need for revenge. He nodded as he handed Harry to the headmaster, "Watch after him, Wormtail has some explaining to do. Take him to Hogwarts yeah? I'll make my way to Hogsmeade and then to the castle from there."

Without any other word, He swept out of the house, his course set on a man hunt. Dumbledore sighed again, he hated to do this to Sirius, as he was one of the stronger Order Members, but his loyalty to James potter would only get in the way. No, with what Harry contained, he would need to be guided carefully. And he knew just how to start that.

Where did Petunia live again? Pivet Dr something…..

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Harry sat on the crimson train known as the Hogwarts Express. He had managed to get there early, after seeing some brown-haired girl with glasses go through a pillar. Finding an empty compartment early was a boon in Harry's mind, it let him read in peace.

He wasn't anything like most people expected. Growing up in an abusive household you either adapted, grew stronger, or broke. In Harry's mind, he was a product of all three. He broke many years ago, grew stronger as a result, and was ever adapting to the atmosphere.

Magic was nothing new to him. Not after the time, he disappeared from Dudley and his bullies, or the time he made a display case disappear at the zoo. Did have a nice conversation with a snake while he did it. After those two times, he tried to purposefully cause weirdness to happen as Uncle called it.

Though he soon learned to control himself. The first time he had done it was when Dudley had annoyed him and he set the lards shirt on fire. The beating he got from that was clear enough. Ever since then, it was a secret practice. Once he realized that magic did exist he saw an endless possibility.

Though theory and practice were two different matters. He could small things, like lifting some small objects and he was getting good at setting small fires. He frowned as he pulled out his wand. 14 ½ inches, holly with phoenix feathers as its core. He waved it silently and a scythe of fire appeared.

His wand certainly made magic easier, but that wasn't enough in Harry's mind. He would be the master of his own Magic, not this wand. And then there was the trace. Meant to stop underage magic. It was a bunch of bull to Harry. Whatever they used to keep track of it obviously only works on the wand itself, as they haven't ever responded to any of his wandless magic.

He pulled a small mirror from his bags. And looked at himself. For 11 years old he stood pretty tall, standing at 170 cm (5'7). He was easily taller than anyone his age, from his time in primary school anyways. His black hair fell behind him, almost reaching his shoulders and silky smooth. He currently had it braided into a ponytail. His eyes were his best feature in Harry's mind.

They were bright emerald green, too bright to be expected by most standards. He focused his magic and his eyes started to glow, as well as a symbol on his forehead. From his research, of what little he could find, it was from a rune set called Elder Futhark, the Sowilo rune. It represented Sol or the Sun, and some interpreted it as a victory.

Apparently, Voldemort had left that mark when Harry had banished him. But Harry didn't know enough just yet to make a claim of it. Something he would have to look into. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by his compartment door opening. A redheaded boy peeked his head and scowled, mumbling something about this being the wrong one as well.

He ducked back out as quickly as he appeared. Harry just quirked his eyebrow and let it be, going back to his book. Not five minutes later his door opened again as a blonde-headed boy look in. he too scowled and left, two other boys in tow. He sighed as he closed the door and went back to his book. A book on beginner charms.

His eye twitched as once again the door opened, this time a blonde-haired girl came in. "Forgive us, but can we sit in here, the other compartments are full." Harry rolled his eyes but made a motion to the empty seat. The girl nodded as she entered and put her bags up, followed quickly by the same brown-haired girl he had seen early.

"Sorry, my name is Daphne Greengrass." She said, her hand held out, as if by instinct. The said girl seemed to realize this as she went to bring it down but Harry caught it and kissed the back of the knuckle.

He had been reading up on Wizarding Britain and knew the House Greengrass was an ancient house, which meant Daphne was a pureblood heiress. The blond girl blushed and shifted in her seat. The brown-haired girl rolled her eyes and puffed her chest.

"Tracey Davis, nice to meet your acquaintance," she said. House Davis wasn't ancient, but their efforts in the last war had elevated them to noble status. Harry nodded his head as he bowed.

"Harry Potter," he said simply, causing the expected wide-eyed look. Daphne hid it better than Tracey did.

"Wait, as in THE Harry Potter? You're nothing like the books said. For one your way to tall" She blurted out before blushing.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I feel like that will be a common sentence soon. It is a pleasure to meet you." he said and then went back to his book. Daphne gave him a calculating look.

"So the books were just tales then?" Tracey asked.

"Yes, they are. If you must know, and keep it to yourself, I grew up in the muggle world. I was introduced to magic about three months ago. I have not ridden a dragon nor have I slain a basilisk." Harry said, clearly amused.

Before they could say anything a brown-haired boy entered the room, very nervous about something. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but, um, have you seen a toad around?" he asked.

Harry frowned and shook his head. "No, care to try an upperclassman? They might be able to use a summoning spell."

The boy stood there shook before he nodded and left, Harry sighed as he closed the book. He needed to meditate, something was bothering him. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath. And when he opened them he was sitting in a forest, next to a fire. Sitting across the fire was an older man, grey-bearded and missing an eye, he held a knarled staff to the fire stoking it. Just outside the light of the fire was a thick fog.

"Ah young Harry, back so soon?" the man asked

"Hello, Fjölnir. Something seems to be troubling me. And you seem to have a bunch of knowledge." Harry said as he looked into the fire. "I can't place it, but something calls to me, something unsettling."

Fjölnir nodded as he looked at the young boy. "You have a very deep connection to seidr, young one. It is important to remember that seidr and magik are not always the same. The old seidr might be sending you a warning.

"And how would I do that, I highly doubt there are any Norse wizards anywhere near the isles," Harry said brow furrowed.

This time Fjölnir smiled. He pointed his staff in the woods. A trial appeared in the fog. "Follow that and listen. Not with your ears but your óðr (Mind) and your sál (Soul). Your connection with the old seidr will guide you" he said going back to his fire.

Harry frowned as he got up. Stretching a little bit he started to follow the new path in front of him. He noticed that the forest around him grew thick and the path behind him was once again covered in fog.

Clearing his head he tried to feel for the seidr, idly thinking of his meeting with FjoInir. They had met almost two years ago. Harry had tried to tap into his inner magic, if such a thing existed, and found himself inside the forest.

The first few times he had appeared FjoInir had cast him out. A game ensued, where Harry would enter and hide from the old mad while trying to figure out where this forest was. The game went on for about a month before Fjoirnir has finally been intrigued enough to know who Harry was.

The older man wouldn't tell them where they were exactly but did make it clear that very few people could access—making Harry a rather nice exception. Through hours of talking, Harry had learned he had a connection to seidr, an older version of magic that was found in early Norway.

In fact, Fjorlnir was almost certain that Harry was a descendant from a Norse family blessed by Frejya, the progenitor of seidr that old Norse sorcerers used. It acted strangely, unlike English magic.

Where English magic used wand motions and enteric arithmancy, seidr used chants and blessings, from what Fjolnir told him anyways. All Harry saw was the opportunity to use a type of magic that no one else could use.

Then he felt it, a small ping in his magic, so subtle he almost didn't feel it. It started to pull him. as he walked he felt...connected for lack of better words to the world around him, it seemed to pull him on its own.

As he walked through the woods he saw a wolf in the distance, grey-furred and battle-scarred, next to it was a white Stag standing just under the large wolf. Next to them was grim. They all looked at him before walking further into the woods.

Harry frowned and quickly followed after them. He saw three animals running about the forest, enjoying themselves. And it wasn't long before a black raven with green eyes to land on the antlers of the stag. The young wizard could feel the bond of love the two shared, making him more confused.

The animals all stopped and the huge wolf gave a giant howl before it bounded in another direction, leaving only the grim, stag, and raven. The grim growled and started to run around while the stag had decided to sit. From behind it a smaller stag appeared, a baby from what Harry could tell. The raven landed near the baby and started to play with it.

A feeling of joy could felt and Harry smiled. The pleasure wasn't meant to last as a snake appeared, blacker than the raven and eyes redder than a fire, with a hungry gleam in it. The grim was off elsewhere but the stag and raven immediately bristled at the snake's presence, moving to protect the baby.

A battle ensued, the stag trying to stomp on the larger than a normal snake. The two traded blows, and the stag fell, but not before injuring the snake. Seemingly unbothered it turned its fangs toward the raven, whose total wingspan covered the baby completely.

Harry could hear something. It was like singing on the winds and the baby glowed. He could tell that the singing was centered around the baby and raven but didn't understand why. Even as the snake bit and snapped at the raven, it did not drop its wings,

That was until it glowed white and with a blinding flash the chanting stopped. and when Harry could see again he saw that the raven and snake were gone leaving the baby to its lonesome, yet something was different. Cast behind the baby stag was a shadow, something that didn't belong to it. It took the form of a snake that slowly was circling the baby stag, who was unaware, as it just called out the winds.

The grim suddenly bolted into the area again and quickly set to calming the young baby. Another bird joined the clearing, a phoenix from the look of it, though instead of red feathers it was white and black with a weird purple fire. It cawed to the grim, who strangely stopped and growled before bolting to the end-

"Mister Potte!" a voice said.

Harry suddenly snapped his eyes open, seeing Daphne trying to get his attention. "Got to say Daph. Kinda jealous that he can go into so deep a trance that he can ignore you"

"I'm awake, thank you very much." Harry grumbled as he stretched his back, bones popping as he did."I was meditating."

"I could tell. We'll be at Hogwart's soon. You might want to go change into your robes." Daph said. Harry nodded as he got up to change. Not even an hour later Harry saw the half-giant Hagrid herding the first year onto some boats.

He saw the redhead from early was still looking for someone as well as the blonde headed boy. And as expected he was about two heads taller than the next tallest person, a black-skinned boy who joined the boat with him, Daphne, and Tracey.

"Blaise Zabini." he said "Tracey, glad to see you made it. I thought the troll would have stopped you. Daph, you seem to have gotten colder, did your mother start teaching you?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

Tracey grinned at his jibe as Daphne rolled her eyes. "For your information, she did actually. Learned some nice spells, especially for boys who think they can make an advance. Don't make a spectacle, but this is Harry Potter. Mister Potter, this is an old friend of ours, we grew up in the same village on the coast of Scotland. "

To Harry's surprise, Blaise only quirked an eyebrow. "I didn't expect you to be so tall."

"Eh, I hit an early growth spurt I think," he responded, his mind filtering back to the vision he saw as the other three bantered to themselves.

He was shocked to see the grand castle itself. Hogwarts was indeed a beauty to behold. Harry could practically feel the magic around the castle. It wasn't long before they reached a dock at the very foot of the castle.

At the doors was a woman wearing an emerald green robe and a stern face. "Thank you Hagrid, you may join the rest of the staff. I will take it from here," she said. Hagrid nodded as he walked in. the first years were led to a hallway as the professor got their attention.

"Now listen up. You are about to enter the sorting ceremony. From it, you will be placed in your houses. You will grow with them and learn from them. By all accounts, they will be like a second family. You'll notice this right here," she said point to four-hour glass figures. Full of gemstones. "These are the house points. Your achievements will earn you points while any rule-breaking will lose points. Every year we hold the house cup, the house with the most points will win. Now follow me please"

She led them into the Great Hall, where all the upper years were quietly whispering to themselves. Most of them immediately drawn to harry and his huge height. In front of the staff, the table was a stool. On the stool was a hat. A hat that had a grinning mouth.

An old wizard stood up, wearing bright purple robes and twinkling eyes, "Let the sorting commence."

The hall went quiet as the hat took a breath.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The Hat finished his verse and the hall erupted into some clapping and Harry could have sworn the hag looked smug. As smug as a talking hat can be anyways. The professor from before held out a scroll.

"As I call your name, come and sit on the stool. I will place the sorting hat on your head and he will decide where you go. When he calls the house please make your way to the table and sit among your peers., Hannah Abbot"

A small girl stepped up and sat down, not even five seconds later- "HUFFLEPUFF"

And so the list went on, Tracey and Daphne both went to Slytherin. The redhead, now named Ron Weasely went to Griffyndor, followed by a brown-haired girl named Hermione Granger. The blonde-haired boy, he knew was now named Draco Malfoy, was rather amusing to Harry.

The hat had not even touched the brim of his forehead when it sent him to Slytherin. Soon it was his turn. "Harry Potter."

There was a murmur that ran through the entire great hall, as everyone seemed to get excited. The white-bearded wizard also seemed very interesting. Smirking to himself, knowing he would have all eyes on him, he stepped forward, noting the shocked look in the professor's eye.

"He sat down on the stool and felt the hat on top of his head. He was not expecting to open his eyes and be in the forest again.

"Well, well, well Mister Potter, what kind of Occlumency is this?" a voice said. Harry turned and saw the hat, floating in the air, soon a body appeared to wear it. He had brown hair with strange white eyes. "And you're here as well. I must say. I've never had anyone join me while I look through them"

"Umm, what?" Harry asked amused and bewildered.

"It's simple, I can run through your memories, to best judge your character. Nothing too deep, just a general scan. Even most purebloods don't have defenses this well made. You can call me Esquire, the true name of the sorting hat. Or that's what Grodric called me." Esquire said.

Harry nodded as Fjoirnir appeared as well. "It seems we've company, Harry. wh y didn't you tell me. I'd've prepared more." he said, his voice carried his amusement.

"Well, I wasn't expecting this Fjoirnir, else I would have," Harry responded with an eye roll

Esquire furrowed his brow as before his white eyes went wide, "By Merlins Balls you're-" was all he said before he was silenced.

"Indeed, but that isn't important, you have a job to don't you?" Fjolnir said.

"More secrets, friend? They become bothersome after a time. But you are right, time in here is mystic, so let's hurry it up please" Harry said

Esquire nodded, "Indeed mister potter, now let's see. Bravery is one thing and while you do possess it you lack the charge all into the fray of death that Grodric liked, so not Gryffindor. You would do well in Hufflepuff, but the house of friendship doesn't sit with you. No better not. Slytherin then? You certainly are ambitious."

"But is my ambition greater than my thirst for knowledge?" Harry asked. Esquire smiled as he shook his head.

"No, a thirst for knowledge drives you, more than monetary gain." He nodded once and disappeared, forcing Harry back into the real world "Better be RAVENCLAW"

The hall was quite it for a moment before the house of the blue and bronze broke into cheers. Harry took the hat off and put back down as he sat down at the table content to watch the rest of the ceremony, slightly amused at the antics of two twin redheads fake weeping at the loss of him.

Soon the headmaster, as Harry assumed, stood up to make an announcement. "Greetings, students, and to our new first years. A few things before we begin. First, the forbidden forest is just that, forbidden. Secondly, the third-floor corridors are off-limit to those who don't wish to die a painful death. And Finally, nitwick, dooply, goop." he said as food lined the table.

Harry smiled as his fellow 'Claws started to chat him up. Most wanted to know if he remembered anything about the accident, which grated on his nerves but he held his tongue, while the rest wanted to know why he was freakishly tall.

All in all, they didn't seem bad. All too soon the food disappeared as a girl walked up to him. "My name is Penelope Clearwater, I'm the Head Girl in charge of showing you to the common rooms. We rest near the astronomy tower. Follow me you lot" she said

Harry nodded as he got up and followed with a group of the first years. After a small trip, they stood in front of a large door with an eagle adorning the top of it. "This is the Eagle of Ravenclaw, every time you wish to enter the common rooms, you'll need to answer its riddle," Penelope said.

"I am the beginning and the end thought no matter where you stand you'll neither be closer nor farther from the start or the end of me. Can you name what I am?" the eagle croaked, Penelope smirked and waited.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows before he laughed, "You're a circle" he said. The eagle bowed as the door opened.

"Quick wit you've got Potter. Come on in," she said. The common wasn't big but in the center was a couch in front of a fireplace. Near the back wall, two staircases extended to both sides. Next to the fireplace was a door.

"The left stairs lead to the boy's room and the right leads to the girls. We're not a loud bunch so if you need to study with friends you can do so here. This doorway next to the fireplace leads to the Ravenry, as we call it. It's where the upperclassmen study and leave note filled textbooks to help those who are confused with their studies. " Clearwater said, "Now go find your rooms. It's getting late and they'll be passing out your schedules tomorrow."

The group all cleared to explore. Harry decided to check his room. It was done by level, seven levels in total. First years on the bottom. His room wasn't any bigger than he expected but it did have a four-poster bed and a desk to study at. He also had a window in his room.

He smiled as his stuff was already waiting for him. He opened the window to get a good view of the surrounding areal. He could see the black lake the plot of land that led to the castle. To his surprise, he could see a white owl heading for him. Giving another smile he let Hedwig land, who nipped at his fingers.

"Hey girl, glad to see you made it. Knew you wouldn't like that long ride. As soon as I can get to the school Owlery, I'll get some stuff to make a nest for you okay?" Harry said, running a hand through her feathers. Hedwig gave a bark as she took off again.

The next morning Harry was up early down in the great hall. He had been particularly hungry. He noticed the same witch with green robes started to approach him.

"Hello mister Potter, I didn't quite introduce myself yesterday. My name is Minerva McGonagall, You'll be calling me Professor McGonagall, as I am the transfigurations professor," she said with a small nod.

"Good morning to you Professor, how can I help you?" Harry asked politely. McGonagall smiled at it.

"And good morning to you. I just wanted to invite you to my classroom if you find yourself with free time. I knew your parents well, your father was the best student I ever had. If not for your mother, I'm positive that I would have been named your godmother." She said, a distant look in his eyes.

The young boy blinked a couple of times, not use to the politeness nor the kindness. "Thank you, Professor. I might just take you up on that."

She nodded and passed a book to Harry, "Here, this is advanced stuff but it was written by your father. He gave it to me in the war and wanted me to correct any of the faults so he could publish it. I never got a chance to give back to him, but I do hope you find a good read. And who knows, if you take to the subject as he did, it might even help"

Harry looked at the book, titled "The Never-Ending Possibilities of Transfiguration". He suddenly found himself choked up and a tear threatened his eye. "Thank you," he said quietly.

"Of course Mister Potter. I can't tell you much about your mother, but your head of house, Filius Flitwick can. I believe Lily was his best student, just as James was mine." she said before heading back to the staff table.

He opened the book and only read a little through it, most of it he could make sense of if only a little. He was ahead in his studies but this was really advanced stuff. He wasn't likely going to do anything of this till his third or fourth year if he could keep ahead as he planned.

It wasn't long before other students entered the Great Hall. he silently ate, thinking about his parents, when the blonde-headed boy, Draco Malfoy if he remembered correctly, and he always did, approached him.

"So you're Harry Potter then? A bit taller than normal don't you think." Draco asked.

It was a moment before he answered thinking back to his studies. House Malfoy fled from France during the French Revolution, there ties to King Louis the XVI almost guaranteed their heads would be next to the chopping block. They were a relatively small house, but thanks to their contribution to the war, the Ministry named them a Noble House.

"A good morning to you Heir Malfoy, Honestly I think I hit an early growth spurt." He said confusing the two bookends that stood behind Malfoy.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle. Be careful who you hang around, don't want the dirt of others to stain you. I can show you who's worth being friends with" he said, an arrogance around him that Harry didn't like.

"I'll keep that in mind cousin." he said which made Draco blink.

"Cousin, Potter?" he asked.

"You're mother is Narcissa Malfoy, Nee Black correct?" He asked, at Malfoys nod he continued. "Her mother was Druella Black, whose younger sister was Dorethea Potter, Nee Black, my grandmother. Which makes us second cousins"

Draco blinked again, not knowing that. "Well, just think about what I said if you know what's good for you," he said leaving more confused than when he arrived.

Not long after a rather short man walked around. "Ah, good morning to you Mister Potter. I am your Head of House, Filius Flitwick. I normally introduce myself when the head girl brings the first years in the common rooms, but I was held up with a meeting."

"Good morning to you Professor is that my schedule?"

"Indeed. I am looking forward to a good year. Your mother was one of the best students I've ever had. My office is always open should you wish to hear stories about her, as I've no doubt Professor McGonagall has already said the same about James." He said looking up to Harry.

"And I will take that offer with the same thanks I took the other with, but for now I think I should focus on my upcoming classes," Harry responded.

"Well said, Mister Potter." the half-goblin said, walking to the other first years.

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I hope ye enjoyed that, this is an idea I had not long ago and I've wanted to take a crack at a Harry Potter story for a long while.

This story was mainly inspired by the latest God of War and Assassins Creed Valhalla, so there might be a little mix of both but not enough to consider this a cross over.

If there are any pagans reading this and notice a mistake then please tell me. I'm using my own research but I am aware that my knowledge could be flawed so please let me know. I want my use of the terms to be as correct as possible.

Ja ne,

Ploytoid out.