Avian Anarchy
by Teddylonglong

All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling or Disney, and I am not earning anything by writing this story. I am merely borrowing the characters to play with them.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.

Warnings: Completely AU, partly OOC, magically powerful Harry. Dumbledore/Weasley bashing.

Harry thoroughly enjoyed the bus ride with his owl perched on his shoulder. 'I can't believe it. I have a pet just for myself, and we're leaving the Dursleys together,' he thought, carefully caressing the owl's head in happiness.

'My name is Hedwig, by the way,' the owl thought to him.

'Oh, that's a nice name. I am Harry. Where are we going by the way?'

'First of all, I need to tell you something.' Hedwig remained quiet for a moment, before she began to explain. 'In my former life, I was your mother, Lily. Just like you are a wizard, your father and I were magical.' Ignoring Harry's gasp, she continued, 'I know that this might sound far-fetched, but anyway, a bad wizard attacked us, and we both died, but he could not kill you for some reason. You killed the bad wizard instead. That's why the magical world named you The Boy who Lived. They're crazy about you being their saviour. Two days ago, I heard people talk about you, and only then I remembered my previous life and being your mother. I instantly came to see you to bond with you.'

'Mum? I am sorry, but this is really unbelievable.' Harry eyed the owl that was still perched on his shoulder, wide-eyed.

'I'm sorry, son, but it's true.' The owl let out what sounded like a small sigh. 'First of all, we shall go to Gringotts, the magical bank, to enquire about your godparents and everyone else. If you can't find a new home with any of them, I shall take you to where I found my home, after I was re-born. It's the best place, and they will accept you there, because you're my son. Please don't reveal to anyone that I'm your mother though, as long as I don't tell you otherwise.'

Harry nodded in understanding, uncertain of how much he should believe of the story, which sounded so different to anything that he had been told before.

'Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon told me there was no such thing as magic,' he thought back, pensively.

'Pet was jealous of me from the time we were told that I was a witch, and her husband is even worse than her. I promise you now that you won't have to see them ever again. Please forget everything that they've ever told you. You're my son, and I love you very much.'

Harry nodded, even if hesitantly, just when the owl instructed him to get off at the next bus stop.

HP

'Now, I ask that you do exactly what I tell you,' Hedwig thought to him, fluffing her feathers.

'All right.'

'Stand here for a moment.' As Harry obeyed, the owl left his shoulder and sat on a nearby tree, where she released herself, before she imploringly stared at him. Harry felt a small tingle, and when he looked down at himself, he saw that his old hand-me-down clothes had been replaced by well-fitting blue jeans and a white T-shirt with two marmalade cats on the front that were playing with a blue ball of wool.

'Totally cool,' Harry thought in amazement, just when the owl returned to his shoulder.

Harry walked through the streets of London for about fifteen minutes, before the owl, 'my mum,' once again stopped him right next to a lamp post. She sat on it, and an instant later, Harry found that he was wearing black robes over his previous attire.

#That's what witches and wizards wear within the magical world.# She returned to his shoulder and told him to open a door that was barely recognisable on the left-hand side. He obeyed and – to his surprise – entered what seemed to be a pub.

'Tell Tom, the barkeeper, that you wish to go into Diagon Alley.'

Harry followed the instruction, and the barkeeper stared at him in apparent amazement.

"Harry Potter," he blurted out, causing the pub to quieten down instantly.

The owl let out an angry hiss that made the barkeeper apologize and hurry to show Harry out into the Alley ignoring the patrons who looked at them with apparent interest.

"Thank you, sir," Harry said, as he happily stepped out into the street, which looked extremely fascinating to him. The shopping street was very lively with rather small shops on both sides of it. Many people were walking the street in various speeds, some of them even accompanied by children of all ages. Children's laughter filled the air on this sunny summer day. He slowly walked towards the white building that his mother pointed out to him, looking left and right with interest as he went.

Before he entered the bank, the owl began to give him instructions.

'Goblins are leading the bank. They are a nation of warriors. You must be on your best behaviour. Ask for Buckbean. He is our account manager. Tell him 'I hope your gold is flowing and your enemies are cowering before you.' Afterwards, you may tell him that I am your mother and ask him to cast a spell that will make him able to communicate with me. Otherwise, you'd have to translate everything.'

Harry nodded in understanding, before he hesitantly entered the bank and announced to the first goblin that he wished to speak with Buckbean, the Potters' account manager.

He was instructed to wait for a moment, before another goblin arrived and greeted him in a friendly voice.

'Thank God he is friendly. The goblins look so scary,' Harry thought, before he recalled his mother's instructions and exchanged the required greetings with Buckbean.

The goblin led him into what seemed to be his office, and Harry looked around in amazement. There was a large, black desk and a couple of chairs, however, no decorations except for one enormous plant and a couple of swords hanging on the walls.

"The swords are goblin made," Buckbean said, apparently following his gaze. "We goblins are famous for our handcrafts."

"They are beautiful."

#Well done, son.# The owl left her spot on Harry's shoulder and sat on the back of the chair next to his.

Buckbean swiftly cast a spell at the owl, who then began to speak in a series of fast trills.

#In my former life as a human, I was Lily Potter. Only shortly before, I heard about the whereabouts of my son Harry, and I immediately went to rescue him from my horrible sister. Why in the world did he ended up with the Dursleys in spite of our will, in which we have stated clearly that he was not supposed to go there? Not only has Harry godparents, but we have even written in our will that he should go to either Sirius or Alice or in case they were not available to Amelia Bones, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape or Remus Lupin.#

Harry realised that the owl sounded very angry and could not help feeling happy that her anger probably meant that she was caring for him. 'My mum,' he thought in excitement. 'It's almost as if I was stuck in a good dream.'

He was brought back to reality, when another goblin entered the room and placed a cup of hot cocoa and a small plate with biscuits in front of him and a perch next to his chair that was equipped with a bowl filled with owl treats and another one with water.

Hedwig let out a few trills of gratefulness, before she abandoned the back of the chair and made herself comfortable on the perch.

"You claim to be Lily Potter, née Evans, is that correct?" Buckbean asked.

#Yes.#

"Please allow me to cast a spell to verify this." When the owl nodded, he pointed his forefinger at the owl, before he let it sink again, nodding in apparent understanding. "Thank you, Lady Potter. Dumbledore has seen fit to seal your will," he continued, letting out a deep sigh. "We have not been able to read it let alone inform anyone about the content. He made himself Harry's guardian and was also the one who sent him to the Dursleys."

Through the bond to his owl, Harry could sense that his mother was very angry. However, she remained quiet and listened, as the goblin continued.

"Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban because of giving you away to Voldemort and because of killing Peter Pettigrew and thirteen muggles."

#He was not our secret keeper, and Dumbledore should be aware of that, as he cast the Fidelius charm himself. He was a reckless prankster, but he would not kill thirteen muggles. I am sure of that.#

"Yet, Professor Dumbledore spoke out against Mr. Black and had him transferred to Azkaban without as much as a trial." Turning to Harry, he added, "Azkaban is the wizarding prison."

Harry nodded, gratefully. 'It's difficult to follow their conversation,' he thought. 'Everything still feels like a good dream. Too good to be true.'

#Dumbledore is going to Azkaban, when I'm through with him.#

Buckbean opened the large folder that was lying on the desk in front of him.

"Dumbledore even helped himself to a monthly stipend from the Potter family vault for being Harry's magical guardian."

The owl let out an angry growl, however, did not interrupt the goblin.

"He also transferred a monthly stipend to the Dursleys for raising Harry…"

Harry unconsciously let out a scoff, the words "You're a burden to all the good people. Out of the goodness of our hearts, we have taken you in" ringing in his ears.

"Another stipend was granted to the Order of Phoenix for helping Harry fight Voldemort and another to the Weasleys for Ronald Weasley befriending Harry once he came to Hogwarts."

#Can you call back all these stipends please?#

A small smile played on the goblin's lips, as he replied, positively. "This does not end here though," he said. "Dumbledore and Molly Weasley have set up a betrothal contract between Harry and Ginevra Weasley."

#That cannot be valid, as he was never Harry's rightful guardian.#

The goblin nodded, seeming contented.

'Thank God Mum found me and came to my help,' Harry thought, feeling extremely grateful towards his mother.

Buckbean made a few entries into the book in front of him, before he informed them that all money had been called back and the betrothal contract declared as invalid. "Dumbledore, the Weasleys and the Dursleys will be in for a rough surprise."

#That serves them right.#

Harry could not help agreeing with his mother. While he would certainly be happy to have a friend, he did not want someone to be his friend only because he paid money for it.

"Now that you are back, do you still want your son to go to one of the people mentioned in your will, or what are you going to do?" Buckbean looked at the owl in clear expectation.

#Please speak with Moody or whoever is responsible for the Aurors now and have them see to it that Sirius Black receives a trial.#

Harry understood that even if it did not answer Buckbean's question, it was extremely important.

#As to Harry's new guardian, I shall take Harry to the place, which became my home the instant I was re-born. May I inform you of the name of his guardian later on?#

"Of course, Lady Potter, that will be adequate. A letter that is completed with your magical signature and the new guardian's will suffice."

"Is an owl able to write?" Harry wondered aloud, only realising that he had voiced his question upon receiving a positive response.

#Magic. We will return shortly to take some money from Harry's vault to buy his school supplies anyway.#

"I have some money," Harry reminded her, causing the owl to fluff her feathers – much to his surprise.

#That is muggle money. You need to have Galleons, Knuts and Sickles in the magical world, and while you could exchange your muggle money here at Gringotts, there is no need for it, as the Potter vaults are full of gold.#

Harry nodded and looked at his mother turned owl in admiration. 'My parents were not drunken lazybones like Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon told me.'

Buckbean let out a deep sigh. He pressed a button on his desk, and two goblins scurried into the rooms. The three goblins exchanged a few words in a language that Harry did not understand, before the two goblins hurried away.

"As Professor Dumbledore possesses the key to Harry's trust vault, my colleagues are just exchanging the lock. They will be back and give you your new key shortly."

He had barely finished speaking, when one of the goblins returned and handed Buckbean a small key, which he immediately passed to Harry, who carefully slid it into his robe pocket.

After profusely thanking Buckbean and exchanging polite greetings with the goblin, Harry left Gringotts with the owl perched on his shoulder.

'That was great. Thank you, Mum.'

'That was the least I could do. I am so sorry that it took me almost ten years to remember who I am and to get back to you, but I promise you now that I'll never leave you again, even if I'm just a stupid owl.'

'Thanks, and you're beautiful and not stupid at all. You're simply amazing, and I am very happy that you came and took me away from the Dursleys,' Harry thought back, smiling happily, as he trailed back out of Diagon Alley and followed his mother's instructions through muggle London.

"I'm sorry, may I ask some questions?" he asked his mother, as he went.

#Always.#

"Who is Professor Dumbledore, and who are the wailers?"

'Professor Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts, the school, to where all magical children go at the age of eleven.'

'Me too?' Harry stared at his mother, wide-eyed.

'Of course, son. Dumbledore also holds several influential positions in the government, and he clearly abused his positions in your case. The Weasleys are a redheaded family with too many children. I believe that one of them will even go to Hogwarts together with you.'

'The one, whom the professor paid to befriend me,' Harry thought back, feeling slightly angered about the fact.

#Idiots.#

Harry smirked, glad that his mother agreed with his own assessment. Even if he would badly love to have a friend, he did not want to have one under such conditions. He looked up in amazement, when he suddenly found himself in front of Buckingham Palace. He had seen the building before, when his class had made a school trip to London.

'What are we doing here?' he wondered, just when Hedwig continued instructing him.

#As you're bonded to me, you should be able to see the portal. It is next to the bushes on the left side of the visitors' entrance to the palace.#

Harry let out a gasp, as a beautiful, golden portal suddenly came into view.

#Step though it.#

Giving the owl a questioning look, only to receive a small nudge against his cheek in response, he hesitantly stepped through the portal, even if he instinctively knew that he could trust his mother to have his best interest in mind – something that had never happened to him before.

tbc...?

Are you interested? A huge thanks to the kind readers, who commented on the first chapter! Please tell me what you expect from this story, and don't be misled by the title. While Lily (Hedwig) has some anarchistic tendencies when realising that someone wants to harm her son, it will be a light story. If you have wishes for possible pairings, please tell me. At this point, everything is still possible.

Next chapter: "Home".