(Future A/N: Welcome, Welcome. To the fanfiction that has taken me so much time to write. That I spent a month ignoring other fanfictions. I used to be an author by the name Aharrypotterfan. However, I factory reseted my laptop and forgot the password of that account. So, I say yeet to the other stories… Sorry. Anyways, I think this is going to be an extremely long saga. Well, this story is going to be set firmly in the HP universe. However, I am going to take a page out of this awesome author named mjimeyg and the other awesome arthur named Mori99, shoutout to him btw his story gives me good ideas on how to continue mine. I just want to say that most of these might seem to follow the same plot because it is the based on that story with Harry having an interst in someone else plus a shade darker.)
A/N: Hey, yall. So firstly, this story is going to be a plot from me. The writing style is my sister's and I edit to make sure no mistake come in. I hope you enjoy. Ths story is based on a popular HP/FD ff called Power, Freedom and A French Flower. However, I just want to say that the story is practically based of A Fluer for the Soul by The Black's Resurgence with my own twists and stuff.. Anyways, I do not own anything. I am not making money Blah Blah Blah. I am only saying it once unlike other authors cuz I dun wanna copy paste it every single bloody time… Damn, I am sounding more british by the second. This is what happens when I rewatch and reread HP too many times. Oh, and anyone who is claiming that I copied piss off. I already said it above. BYE!
Chapter 1: Magic?!
August 22nd 1987,
'Please, Please. I need to get out of here. Anywhere safe.' 7-year-old Harry felt a squeezing sensation and when he opened his eyes he was at the top of his school.
Harry attempted to open his eyes, but failed. His body ached, and his head throbbed, he could feel his body was failing him. He grimaced, 'Well, I don't have the 'I fell off the swing' excuse anymore'.
Finally a teacher found him and screamed bloody murder. 10 minutes later, he was being held up by firemen who looked at his body for one second before calling the hospital. He was diagnosed with a collapsed lung as evident by the multiple fractured ribs and the malnourishment that comes along with it. No wonder The CAA was called in and took one look at him before asking his name. He looked dejected, "Harry Potter." he told them, feebly.
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August 23rd 1987,
Vernon Dursley was a proud, normal man. He was not infested with freakishness like his disappointment of a nephew. His wife, Petunia, was also normal but had a freakish sister. Nevertheless, someone cannot be judged by the crimes of kin. His son, Duddykins, was also a very wonderful boy. He had very good grades at school indeed at least that's what he imagined:, A D in Math, such a good one. He even has his own little friends. Going to grow up he was , just like his father. Completely normal with none of those freaks. His freakish nephew however… There was just no hope for the boy. The boy tried to show up his Dudders by trying to cheat in an exam by writing his name on another person's test paper. How else was a freak going to beat his wonderful Dudders? There was a knock on this door. He opened the door with a baffled frown on his face. Two men in dark suits with black sunglasses were outside.
"May I help you?"
"Are you the one, Vernon Dursley, the man who held the Guinness World Record of eating the most pies?"
"Yes, I am." Vernon proudly puffed his chest out.
"Married to a Petunia Dursley nee Evans?."
"Obviously" The obese man chuckled.
"I am Agent White and,"
"I am Agent Quinton."
"We are from the NSCPP", they informed in unision.
"Child abuse? No, No. You must be wrong, we would never abuse our precious little Duddykins."
"We meant your nephew."
Vernon sneered, "So, you are one of those freakish folks… I'll show you." He slipped out his pocket knife and waved it threateningly.
"Sir, should you not comply with us , we are left with no choice but to place you under arrest for the abuse of Harry James Potter."
"Fine!" Vernon spat vehemently, "What am I supposed to do?"
"A fine of 5000 Pound will be paid upfront and we will be paying weekly visits. Any signs of domestic abuse of the child, will lead you to be immediately arrested and put the boy in the childcare system." With that being said, Vernon was 5000 Pound Sterling's less wealthy with a permanent watch on him.
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August 23rd 1987,
While all of this is happening, Harry James Potter has gained consciousness. He knew what he had seen. He teleported! Of all the weird things, that happened. This was a monumental break. He knew he had some sort of powers. It was like magic!
He realized that the Dursley were trying to keep it a secret out of him. His nostrils flared. How DARE they? After all, he had done for them. They would pay sooner or later. But, for now, he was going to have to practice his powers. He remembered that he once levitated a glass above.
'Let's try that.' Harry thought.
'Levitate. Levitate. Levitate…' He thought furiously. He felt something warm rush up his hand and he opened his eyes. The pen twitched. His left eye twitched in irritation.
He tried it again and again. After the third attempt, '... Levitate. Levitate. Levitate.' His eyebrows scrunched in concentration as he tried to will the pen to levitate. He felt the warmth rush up his hands once again and opened his eyes. To his surprise, the pen was floating. Suddenly, his energy was leaving him at a rather alarmingly fast rate. He tried holding on for longer but after 5 second he grew exhausted and succumbed to Morpheus's welcome arms.
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September 24th 1987,
Somehow, his injuries made him stay in the hospital for a month. His regenerative powers must have been related to his levitating powers then. He thought of his powers as something only he could control, something that made him special. He didn't call it his 'freakishness', it was too insulting for such a wonderful ability. It made him feel one of a kind and that explained others' jealousy towards him. He had practiced well enough that he could levitate a pen for 10 seconds. Harry was smart too. The time he took the IQ test when he was 4, his IQ had been 175 while his EQ had been 130. He also discovered that he could summon items. It was an accident on the most part. He thought about how he wanted that water bottle that was out of his reach due to his short hands and willed his powers to make it come true. The bottle shot straight into his hand at an extremely fast pace. It was only with his amazing reflexes through 3 years of 'Harry Hunting' that he caught the bottle. He was ecstatic. He found that memorizing the details of the bottle helped with the summoning and levitating.
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June 30th 1991,
Harry had been back from the hospital for 3 years now. The hospital had declared that Harry's glasses were too unfashionable so they gave him contact lenses. He was quite sure the CAA came and roughed his uncle because the man kept flinching every time he saw Harry. Almost like he wanted nothing to strangle Harry but kept himself because of the threat of Prison or Death. The man had avoided Harry like the black death. He also met these nice men in Black suits that were referred to as Agent White and Agent Quill. They even showed him a game called chess! It was an interesting strategy game, in which he excelled so fast that by the end of the week when they introduced him to the game, he had casually played and won against both of them in a correspondence game.
His skills in his power were improving. He found that he could make himself stronger temporarily by willing it to give him strength. He could also move faster than the average human if he infused his legs with this power. He could now levitate a car for 2 seconds an inch above the ground before falling to exhaustion. He found that his intent was the only limit. He had even transformed a pencil into a pen once after he was looking at another student's pen with envy after his pen broke. But it lasted for 3 minutes before reverting back into a pencil.
He was on his morning jog. He had wanted to become stronger ever since that time Dudley and his friends beat him up. Thus, he started exercising. He usually woke up at 5 in the morning and washed himself quickly. Afterwards, he would start exercising. It started with 10 pushups and 10 crunches with a quick jog around the neighborhood and had increased to 50 pushups and 50 crunches with 10 laps around the neighborhood. He was also growing ever since he received normal meals he had grown from a measly 4'5 to 4'11. He ran into an interesting conversation at Mrs. Figgs house as he was about to cross the road.
"... Albus, the boy has been doing better… Yes, He looks much healthier too. His Hogwarts letter is going to be delivered on the 24th of July, right? …Are you sure that you should send Hagrid though?... I know he is trustworthy, Albus. But just imagine how much attraction Hagrid would cause going through London to the Leaky Cauldron… Harry is already famous in the magical world with that scar of his. There is no need to get the attention of Muggles!" Mrs. Figg spoke furiously through her green lit fireplace.
Harry was shocked. Who on earth was Albus and what is the man's obsession with Harry. Hogwarts letter? What on bloody earth was that? 'Magical World?' Harry mused, so that was what his power was… It was magic! Like Harry predicted. And if he was famous why did no one check up on him. He felt his anger boil up inside him. He was famous but no one came to save him from the Dursleys. If they wanted a hero, they should never have left them with his 'relatives'. His scar could be covered easily with his unruly locks. The Leaky Cauldron too. He needed to search it up. He could probably go to the Tourist Information Center to find out. He also filed the word 'Muggles' in his head. Harry had already had enough money to hire a taxi to one of the Information Centers.
"Excuse me, sir?"
"Yes, young boy. Do you need any help?" The man behind the counter raised his eyebrow.
"Yes, sir. Can you tell me the location of the leaky cauldron?"
"Sir, there is no place named the Leaky Cauldron, I believe you have mistaken it." The man chuckled.
Harry heard a whisper and saw a woman… with a stick?, "Confundo" He heard. Confund. It meant to be confused. A grey color shot out of her stick and hit the man.
"Young man, are you a foreigner?" The woman hissed.
"Sorry, ma'am. I am not. I just want to know where the Leaky Cauldron is." Harry narrowed his eyes while speaking. The woman was also magical. He saw the color shoot out of her stick.
"Naturally, naturally. Well, young man. You just have to ask a taxi driver to drive to take you to Charring's Cross in London's Western End. Muggles cannot see it but magicals can. Now, off you go. You nearly gave the wizarding world a fright by asking a muggle about it."
'Wizarding world.' Harry mused, 'So, I am a wizard. And someone who is non-magical is a muggle.'
He flagged a taxi and paid the driver to take him to Charring's Cross.
He arrived to see a shabby looking pub with the sign, 'Leaky Cauldron' hanging. Either the Wizards were indifferent to the muggles or there was some sort of barrier that prevented it from being seen by anyone without magic.
Harry swallowed, roughing up his hair to cover his lightning bolt scar on his forehead and entered the Leaky Cauldron.
A/N: Alright, this chapter was written by me with my sister looking at how I work so that she can properly write with my style. I hoped you enjoyed it. This is a Harry/OC Slytherin girl 2 years his senior. Anyways, thanks for sticking with me. I hope you leave a review with some criticisms on my writing so I can improve the quality. My sister is going to help me write this story because… I have too many school assignments, tution homework and a essay tournament to boot. :( Yeh. Not good.
A/N of edit: Thank you to CMDR Quillion for pointing out my mistake. I am an 'uneducated swine' when it comes to how Britain works.
