Please note this is a AU of the Harry Potter universe, and I have zero rights towards any of the ip of Harry Potter. This an with Harry had a different dad, but his biological dad is Oberon and is for all purposes an Faire (one of the fair folk). Not the most original story, but an idea I had for a while.
Harry Potter was a 14 year old going on 15 teen, currently at his Aunt's and Uncle's house for the summer months. On one night, after his "beloved" relatives had a lovely conversation about "his kind". Again, his relatives decided the best thing to do when dealing with him, Harry should be doing all the chores, and call him names. Why was HE here again? Oh right.
Harry Potter was a 14 year old wizard. An wizard who in an few hours time was turning 15. Harry Potter, who at the age of 2 lost both his parents to a dark wizard, while He lived. Harry Potter, whos's only possible legal guardian Sirius Black was a wanted man. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, while others didn't...
Harry Potter running a hand through his hair as he laid in the night. Sighing as well as whispering
"Harry Potter, the person who couldn't stop Voldemort...In spite of those times." As, that thing he did, happen.
A small burst of light, rather more like a ball that Harry balanced on his finger tips, marble size, moving it back and through. And In spite of all the research he had done on the side of school work he still didn't know why or how he did it. or what the spell was.
Harry Stared at the ceiling again recalling all the time he had done it. Mostly when he was in the cupboard and bored. Other times...when him and Ron were saving Hermione, or other situations.
"Hermione!" As Harry ran past the red head, and a moment of pure stupidity stuck the wand up the trolls nose. As he fought to stay on, the marble light thing happen. Instantly Harry rolled the marble into the palm of his right hand, fell off the troll and threw the marble at the troll. Causing a burst of magic, rather like a stunning spell. Which hit the troll at the same time Ron manged to levitate the troll's club. No one had noticed.
After a few weeks of dealing with "Harry's the Heir of Slytherin." Harry so happened to be on his own. In the dungeon, looking for something at night. For reasons beyond him after walking across a particular painting entitled The Elder of Everglade, he felt an odd connection, like he was walking into danger.
Lifting up his right hand, an marble light as harry started to call them, walked quickly away from the dungeons. No one had noticed.
After Peter Got away, Harry Snaring stalk around the lake. After getting his hopes up for the first time of no more Dursley's. Constantly hiding, constantly being told he was normal. Throwing many of the "marbles lights" as he did, not really caring. Then he heard Ron and Hermione. As per usable no one had noticed.
After deciding that him and Cedric should both win, the cup turning out to be a portkey! Yay, no more deathtraps that were deadly enough for 17 year olds! Then after landing not in Hogwarts. He was in a graveyard. Cedric being a bit too obvious by asking where they were.
"Wormtail kill the spare!" God damn it. The return of the annoying pain in neck that was Voldemort!
"Avada Kara!" As The Traitor screamed and unfortunately used the curse, Cedric died. Well Shit.
After being captured, tied up and the ceremony of Voldemort attempt number 3000 of back to life! Harry tried his hardest to summon the marble light, not like he was angry or a fight or flight situation, as he did and threw it at the ground. After the rat took his own blood, and the undead Voldemort being dump in the cauldron. Then Voldy, was no longer a creepy demon baby, now an creepy undead demon.
Well Shit. Harry in pure belief, no noticed the marble light thingy. But someone did noticed. Rather something did.