(The First Fourteen Chapters May Be Rewritten In The Future)

"Spoken dialogue or signs"

'Thought'

flashback/''dialogue"/'thought'

Warning: Child abuse again


This Is Irony In One Form Or Another

17th of April, 1987

Harry had managed to read through about half of the way through the book until Uncle Vernon had returned but then it was time to go back "home" and he regretfully closed the book and hid it under his second-hand Dudley sweater which, due to his cousin's size, was very easily covered, helped along by Vernon's deliberately ignoring him the entire time he drove back to Privet Drive in Surrey. When they arrived, Uncle Vernon turned and spoke. "As I have so graciously taken you to London, tonight you will not eat, drink, or complain, you will go and work on whatever Petunia has you do and then you'll go to your cupboard, understand?"

Harry only nodded, hoping he'd be able to hide the book before he had to do anything else. "Good, then hurry up boy!"

oOoOo

Gringotts Bank, Ragnoks Office, the same day, Four hours before.

"Lord Ragnok? Dumbledore is here to see you," the voice of the guard that stood by the head of the bank at the end of the main hall came through the door.

"Send him in, Sharpclaw," Ragnok replied.

The door opened and the wizened form of Albus Dumbledore walked through. Eyes twinkling, Dumbledore sat down. Ragnok growled inward and slammed his mind shields to full and watched with a slight smirk at the suddenly blank and surprised old wizard. "What can I do for you today Dumbledore?"

"I'm not here on business today R-Lord Ragnok, I came here with a question," Dumbledore spoke. 'I was unable to gleam your secrets, so I must see if you'll tell me of your own will.'

"What would you like to know? Make it quick, I am very busy and I doubt a wizard such as yourself would need to ask a goblin about anything other than banking matters Dumbledore," Ragnok said.

"I notice that your office is in disarray, I am in Diagon Alley on business when I felt the most curious force of magic coming from inside Gringotts, based on the state of your room, I assume this is where it has occurred, I know goblins don't often use magic, and as you're the manager to the Potter accounts and I'm Harry Potter's magical guardian, I insist you tell me, who was here to occupy your time and business?"

"I see, I see, and you think I am allowed to tell you? Even if I wanted to, me telling you would be against Gringotts policy, I am not allowed to divulge client information without serious dishonour and breaking Gringotts and goblin law, the audacity you have to think that just because you are who you are and who you presume to be, you are privy to private information is blasphemy! If you do not have any business relevant to yourself or Mr. Potter, then leave the grounds of Gringotts."

'Damn goblins and their code of honour, don't they see that this is for the Greater Good?!' Dumbledore thought in frustration, though his visage being grandfatherly was maintained. "Thank you for your time Lord Ragnok." He left the room with one more thought running through his mind. 'That magical signature is Harry's, if he caused that, it seems I have to bind him once more and obliviate him. He cannot know of the magical world or become too powerful or else the Greater Good will not come to pass! Unfortunately, I have some rather tedious business with the Wizengamot today, however afterwards I shall resume my more important business.'

Dumbledore vanished as he went out through the bank doors.

Back in Ragnok's office

'Be careful, Harry Potter, I feel as though Dumbledore is up to something, I hope you will be able to stop Dumbledore's plans in his tracks,' Ragnok thought, praying to the heavens.

oOoOo

13th of July, 2015

"Dad?" Cygnus James Potter, Harry's first son and fraternal twin to Athena Sirius Potter, spoke, breaking Harry out of his "monologue."

"Yea Cyg?" Harry replied.

"Why did you say 'No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy' at the start of all this?" Cygnus said.

"Well, I suppose it's because of what happened just a few hours later than day, when I met Dumbledore for the first time. You see, the year I was going to go to Hogwarts, Uncle Vernon revealed that one of the reasons they beat me so often was to beat the magic out of me, that is rare but not impossible and they knew that, or at least aunt Petunia knew because of your grandma Lily when they were kids, and so she told Vernon when I came by to live with them about squibs. Some squibs are the result of abuse among other things. My magical ability fully came to me when they found the book due to me being told to "clean the cupboard" and Dudley seeing it. I'd foolishly assumed that they'd never see and so..."

oOoOo

"NO MORE WILL OUR GENEROSITY BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED! YOU BRAT!" Uncle Vernon roared. After Dudley had discovered the book and ran to tell his mum and dad, Vernon had grabbed the belt while Petunia had grabbed a pan and made to harm Harry to the same state and worse as the first time he'd done magic. Harry's mouth had been stuffed with another dirty rag yet he'd still managed to scream into silence, his throat raw. Vernon picked Harry up and slammed him against the wall and laughed at his nephew's defeated state. Dudley had been kicking him at first but with Harry being held up, he was punching his cousin hard in the stomach while Petunia began to wind herself up with the frying pan in her hand.

A loud crack sounded somewhere outside of the house and the door opened, revealing Dumbledore standing in the doorway, staring in mild surprise. 'I knew this was happening but I never thought they'd actually try to kill the child, I don't want to do this but I'll have to interv-,' Dumbledore's thoughts trailed off.

Petunia began to swing hard at Harry's head and with the previous damage already caused by the kicks and being slammed against the wall, there was no doubt that Harry would die in their eyes. Before the pan landed, however, there was a flash of green light and the Dursley family were sent flying back, crashing into the other side of the hall. Harry's eyes glowed green, unlike the previous time, however, it was burning like an uncontrolled flame, small bolts of lightning shooting out.

A constant wave of pressure kept the Dursleys against the wall and Dumbledore against the ground. The old man was barely able to lift his hand just enough and attempted to cast the binding spell but as the grey coloured spell flew from his wand, it fizzled and disappeared into the strange green misty round barrier that had erected itself around Harry. The spell that had fizzled out against the shield seemed to make the mist seem even thicker than it already was, flashed and pulsed once, and returned to normal yet anyone could definitely tell that it had become more powerful. Dumbledore stared in shock, he'd never nor heard of any magic like what he was currently seeing in front of him.

A green light that had surrounded Harry's body healed his injuries completely though the blood that had been spilled remained. He opened his mouth an a strange echo that, though it did sound like Harry, had an almost eerie but also angelic quality, echoing. "No more, you three seek to better yourselves through underhanded and hidden means and relieve your stress and hatred by harming a defenseless child. No more... None of you here shall continue to hurt me any longer, or you will not live long enough to regret it."

Harry turned his head to look at Dumbledore. "I do not know who you are and I do not trust you. Leave!" Harry commanded and Dumbledore felt overwhelmingly compelled to do as the boy wished, the hauntingly burning green eyes burned into his mind's eye, the power of his voice filling his mind.

Once he appeared in Diagon Alley, his muddled mind cleared up and he realized at that point that Harry had burned through the magical binds he had placed throughout the years. 'What power... I knew Harry was powerful but that was beyond anything I've ever experienced! The magic felt familiar but… no, it can't be... Will I still be able to make the boy do as I need him to? This is going to be more of an uphill climb than it ever was before...'

oOoOo

Once the storm of magic calmed down, Harry slumped momentarily back against the wall as the Dursleys looked on blankly in shock. 'I feel so... clear now, like nothing is holding me down anymore.' Harry looked down at his hands which crackled with sparks, small bolts of green lightning dancing around his fingers. 'I also feel so... so strong,..'

"I need to let it out," Harry muttered and slowly but surely, he let out invisible waves of magic that began to disperse into the air yet also remained connected to him. "That feels much better," Harry muttered again in surprise. A slam knocked him out of his reverie and he looked at the door, seeing the outline of all of his relatives climbing hurriedly into the car and driving off. He looked around him, though he couldn't see the magic he kept pushing out of himself, he still felt every bolt of it.

"I'm feeling kind of hungry now, I wonder if there's anything in the fridge?" Harry said, turning around and walked into the kitchen. Harry reached for the handle of the refrigerator and felt a sharp pain in his forehead. Harry held his head in his hand and felt as though something was stabbing him in his head, trying to get out. He heard an unearthly pained scream and before he passed out on the kitchen floor, he thought he saw a black mist dissipating into nothingness…

oOoOo

"Four that have been torn from dimensions before their time shall meet. A fifth frozen by ice will join their ranks, thus creating the Union. This fifth-"

Harry faintly registered hearing a voice speaking to him but he wasn't able to completely hear whatever message was being relayed.

"-The fate of the world will be decided by their final confrontation with the dark lord."

oOoOo

"Who's there?!" Harry shouted. He thought he saw a human shaped form in the darkness. When he looked closer, he thought he saw a person frozen in ice. "Hey! Are you okay?!" He couldn't really see through the ice though, it was so thick and broken but he could definitely see some person within the block of ice. The darkness began to ebb away yet there was no light. He thought he might have seen a hint of a smile from what he could see of the person's face through the ice yet because of it, he couldn't see who it was. As the darkness fully disappeared, the ice and the figure encased within also melted away and before he knew it, Harry was awake once more, still lying on the kitchen floor of the house, curled into a ball.

"What happened?" Harry groaned, a minor headache pounding away at his head. Without really meaning to, he held his hand up to his head and the headache disappeared. He pulled his hand away to look at it in shock, it was covered in a glowing green mist.

"What on Earth?" Harry began to look more closely at himself, something felt different, off, not quite wrong. He was bigger, just slightly though. He wasn't quite so thin and he was about an inch taller than he had been before. "What happened to me? What is this? Is this normal...? I have to get more books but I don't have any mo... Oh." Harry trailed off as he realized with clarity where he'd been just hours before.

"I need to go back, but am I able to? Would I be allowed to? I could try though..." Harry concentrated on the general appearance and location of the obscure alley he'd appeared in when he left the bank.

Breathing in and out deeply, Harry attempted to steel himself and headed out in his worn out second hand clothes. "Let's try this once more..." Heading towards the end of the hall, he spoke to the head goblin.

"Excuse me, I'd like to speak to Lord Ragnok."


(The First Fourteen Chapters May Be Rewritten In The Future)