A/N : Before you start to read, I have some things to say first : first of all, unlike the precedents books I wrote, this one won't be as long. Why ? Because of personal reasons… I don't own the universe I wrote only the stories themselves. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and DxD Highschool belongs to its rightful owner Ichiei Ishibumi.

However, as it is MY story, some things had been changed :

-the Potters (Lily and James) are alive

- Sirius won't suffer in Azkaban like in the cannon

- Harry has a twin brother (Wrong Boy-Who-Lived)

-Greater Good/Manipulative Dumbledore

- Harry received the Deathly Hallows during his childhood

- There is no protection at Privet Drive

-Female Death

- Other things will happen to the main character but I won't spoil it ^^

Please don't be too harsh with me as Its the first time I do a Harry Potter story ! Also if you have ideas of pairings I could do please tell me. For now I don't know who to pair Harry with so if you have any ideas...tell me . Now I should stop waste more of your time and let you read the story in peace. ENJOY !

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It was a peaceful evening in Little Whinging, a town in the south east of England , Surrey to be precise, and nothing seemed to trouble the peacefulness and the calm of the area . At Number Four Privet Drive, a small figure, covered in bruises, was locked in a cupboard under the stairs. The figure belonged to a 9 years old boy with untamed black haired and eyes as green as emeralds along with a strange scar on his forehead which looked like a lighting-bold. Unlike most kids his age, this child looked smaller and skinnier and because of this, he looked like a 6 years old kid.

What was the name of this child ? Harry James Potter. If someone saw him, they would be scared and horrified of his state : he didn't looked like a child at all but instead looked literally like a skeletal ! His hair, the same color as the darkness were reaching his shoulders and were dirty and greasy because of a lack of care. On him, there were no clothes except a shirt who obviously were far too big from him. But by its state, it couldn't be considered as clothes anymore but more like rags.

Even worse, under this large shirt, were a large amount of scars no children should possess. On his back, craved in his flesh were four words… barely noticeable thankfully but it was still there...four words which meant nothing but hatred and disgust for the little being : Freak ; Abomination ;Shouldn't be loved; Should have died. Who could wrote such hateful words in this child's soft flesh ?! The answer was simple but horrible : his own relatives. Since he was 15 months old, he had been living with them but it was far from an enjoyable life.

His aunt looked like an anthropomorphic horse and her name was ironically Petunia. Her husband, Vernon Dursley, looked like a hybrid between a whale and a walrus. And then, there was his cousin, Dudley Dursley which was the perfect copy of his father in everything (he looked like a really fat pig without the tail). What of his parents ? Where were they ? Again the answer wasn't pretty to hear. His own parents abandoned him to the Dursley. Harry grew a furious scowl each time he remembered this moment when his own family gave him away to take care of his brother, Jacob.

How could he remember that ? Because he had hyperthymesia of course ! Thanks to this, the raven haired boy remembered everything they were said and did so many years ago. A pang of sadness entered his heart when he remembered the time his own parents took care of both him and his brother equally : how his mother would gave him hugs and kisses for being a good boy; how his father played with him with a happy smile on his face.

He remembered his Uncle Padfoot (Sirius), who was his dad's best friend and his godfather… or Uncle Remus , another one of his father's friends who was Jacob's godfather. Harry even remembered his Uncle Peter but he never really liked him and even now he didn't know why. Each time he saw the guy, something inside him always told him to NOT trust him. The first months of his life were the best of his life… until that night.

/(Flashback)/

"Take good care of our boys Peter or I swear on Merlin I will kill you ! " Lily inquired her husband's friends with a glare that could melt ice. The rat-like man nodded hurriedly no wanting to anger Tiger-Lily "Come on Li ! Leave Wormtail alone ! I'm sure everything will be fine !" James Potter inquired to his fine who glanced at him with hesitation before nodding "Don't worry Lily ! I will take care of the little ones in your absence..." Peter replied back in his usual weak tone and James gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder before he and his wife left to their date.

Peter watched them go with a sad look on his face as he was about to do something he would surely regret later but he had to do it or he would die. Thankfully, Sirius was no here and Peter shivered at what Black would do if he found at what he was about to do. A few mintues later, a cloaked figure approached Godric' Hollow before stopping in front of a shaking Peter "Are they gone ?" "Yes they won't be here until 3 hours at most..." Peter responded to the cloaked man who pulled out his hood as he made his way into the house.

Upstairs, inside a baby-bed, two boys were sleeping peacefully but they quickly woke up when they heard loud footsteps coming closer. Harry opened his green eyes to see a unknown man entering the room and watched him with some curiosity : this man appeared to have no nose on his face and his skin was pale but deadly pale. The infants watched at the stranger stopped right in front of them "Hmmmmm… I wonder who is the one…" the nose-less man whispered to himself as his eyes went back and forth between the two infants. The first child was the carbon copy of James Potter but had Lily's emerald eyes while the second one had Lily's red hair but James' hazel eyes.

Harry and Jacob were both looking at the man but they had different reaction. Jacob was crying inf right at the sight of the stranger while Harry looked defiant, narrowing his eyes at the man who shot him an impressed glance before shrugging "I will just kill the both of them then…" then he pointed his wand at the twins smirking evilly "Its nothing personal little ones but I can't let you grew up !" but before he could do something else, Peter approached the snake-like stranger before saying in a weak and terrified tone "My Lord… Is it really necessary to kill the both of them ?"

The nose-less man had turned his head to look at Peter who flinched under the hard gaze he was receiving "Are you questioning my actions Wormtail ?!" The stranger asked in a cold and angered tone and Peter quickly responded with fear "N-No of course my Lord ! Everything you do is for Wizard-kind ! Please forgive the stupidity of your humble servant, Lord Voldemort..." The stranger eyed him for a second before hissing "Very well I will grant you mercy because without you I wouldn't have found the Potters… Even better, I won't have to kill the mudblood after all… Severus will be pleased…"

Peter bowed to Voldemort to the ground and the snake-man turned his head away from the cowardly servant to look back at the two infants… only to see Harry glaring at him defiantly, his eyes having the same color that his favorite spell. "No touch Jacob !" the green eyed infant growled at Voldemort who seemed impressed by the defiance this child who showing "You have courage young one I will give you that… As reward, you will be the last one to die !" the snake-man replied with an evil grin as he pointed his wand at Jacob who was still crying.

"AVADA KEDAVRA !" Voldemort roared out as a green light came out of the tip of his wand, heading toward Jacob. However, unknown to him, Harry placed himself between his brother and the spell, taking it instead. The spell bounced on him before returning to its caster : Lord Voldemort himself. The snake-man had just the time to blink before the spell crashed against him. Peter watched in shock as his master, Lord Voldemort, was completely destroyed by his own spell.

The blast caused by the spell caused an explosion that destroyed a good portion of the room. Harry received a mark on his forehead : a lighting bolt while his brother Jacob received a 'V' on the left side of his head. Their Uncle Peter, for his part, had been knocked unconscious after an object fell on his head. Harry then fell on his back, completely exhausted as beside him, Jacob was crying loudly as blood poured out of his wound.

A few minutes later, Lily and James Potter bursted into the room along with Sirius and the trio of adults looked at the scene in shock "MY BABIES !" Lily cried out with concern as she approached her children before picking up a crying Jacob to comfort him "How are they ?" Sirius asked the redhead as he picked up an exhausted Harry who had fallen asleep at this point. "They are fine thanks Merlin ! But where is Voldemort ?" James asked out-loud after answering his friend and checking his sons. "Isn't that his robe and his wand ?" Lily asked back as she pointed at a dark robe laying on the ground and a few feet away, was a wand "They are !" Both Sirius and James shouted at the same time with disbelief. "But how ?!" James asked the two others with wide eyes of shock when another voice, an elder one, broke in "I would like to know as well..."

The three turned their heads to see the newcomer. It was tall, thin, and very old man with a long beard which he tucked into his belt. He was wearing a long robe with a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high boots. His blue eyes were light and sparkling behind a pair of glasses and his nose was very long and crooked. "Albus ! What do you think happened ? Apart of this piece of shit betraying us !" Sirius snarled as he kicked Peter's stomach with his foot, earning a grunt from the unconscious corpse. James glared down at the one he considered at the friends but before he could say something, Albus Dumbledore stepped closer to approach the two infants.

His eyes studied the twins with attention : Jacob's magical core was strong while Harry's was almost inexistent. Looking away from the unconscious figure of Harry, Dumbledore turned his head toward Jacob and his eyes twinkled when he saw the bloody mark : 'V' like Voldemort. Smiling internally, the old Wizard looked back to the concerned adults around him "It seems young Jacob had vanquished Voldemort… Look at this mark… Voldemort had marked him as his equal… Jacob is the child of the prophecy… He is the Boy-Who-Lived !"

As those words left Dumbledore's lips, James and Lily looked at each other with joy and they instantly fused over Jacob who cooed at the attention he was currently receiving. The two parents were so focused on their second son that they completely forgotten/ignored their first one who was currently in his godfather's arms. Sirius, however, was still holding Harry in his arms : while he was happy that Voldemort was no more, his priority was to make sure his godson was alright. Suddenly, the Old Wizard cleared his throat catching the attention of the others in the process before saying in a pained tone "Lily… James… I'm sorry to tell you this but you cannot keep young Harry with you..."

"And why not Albus ? He is our son !" James retorted in disbelief and a hint of anger at Dumbledore who didn't seemed bothered by James' outburst, as he replied back calmly "Young Jacob is the Boy-Who-Lived… he will attract a lot of attention… something that will eventually cause a rift between the two brothers… I'm afraid young Harry would be jealous of his brother's fame and walk into a dark path..." Lily, who was still cradling Jacob in her arms, shot a furious glare toward Dumbledore before shouting "I won't give up my son !"

Albus sighed deeply before saying something that shocked the three adults present "Not only that but young Harry's magical core is weak… I'm sorry to tell you this but… Harry is a squib..." James' shocked face turned into one of disgust as he glared at the ins-conscious form of Harry who had just begun to woke up at this point "Take this...thing away us Albus..." "JAMES/PRONGS !" Lily and Sirius called out at the same time with wide eyes of shock at what they just heard.

"Lily we can't keep him ! He is a squib !" James hissed to his wife who went back on her feet to face him with a furious glare "He might be a squib but he is still our son !" "And my godson !" Sirius growled in anger as he stared at his friend with a frown. James looked back and forth between the two, looking for an answer when Dumbledore stepped forward to say "Lily I understand your reluctance to give him up but for the Greater Good, Harry had to be sent away… He wouldn't support his brother's fame and will surely turn dark…" Seeing that she wasn't about to back down, Albus added in a softer tone "Even if you keep him, he would be a easy target for the Death-Eaters… Having no magic, he would be impossible for him to defend himself against them..."

Lily stared at Harry with nothing but sadness : he didn't wanted to give him up but Dumbledore was right… Without magic, he won't be able to defend himself against the Death-Eaters who will surely want to avenge their Lord.The redhead looked back toward Dumbledore before saying in a sad tone "You can take him Albus…" the Old Wizard was about to answer when Sirius went back on his feet with nothing but anger on his face. He had putted Harry back inside the baby-bed before doing so. Now he was looking at Lily and James with rage on his face.

"How can you give up on your own son ?!" he roared at them in anger and his cry scared the little ones who started to cry. Instantly, Lily went to them to calm them down while James faced his old friend "Padfoot… Please you know its for the best-" Lord Potter tried to say before Sirius interrupted by stating angrily "What about me ? I'm his godfather ! If you don't want him, I will take him !" "My dear boy… Even if you do, nothing will change… " Dumbledore inquired in a wise tone but Sirius's furious glare stopped him in his sentence.

"I can hold my own against Death-Eaters you all know that ! And beside England is safe now that Voldemort is out of the way !" Sirius remarked with annoyance as he still couldn't believed that his best friend was about to give up his OWN son because he was a squib ! Ever since James took the title of Lord Potter, he had started to act like a Pureblood…well not entirely but it was ennough thank you very much ! A majority of the Pure-bloods had trouble with having a squib in a family of Wizards and when it happen, the newborns were either abandoned in the Muggle World or simply killed on the spot. Sirius had tried to avoid his family's mantle as James was as carefree as he was… or at least he thought he was. But now… seeing Prongs deliberately abandoning his own son… It reminded him of some of the Dark Pure-Bloods families.

"Voldemort is not truly dead… He is defeated yes but his soul is still alive…" Albus remarked in a grave tone when Sirius finished talking "How do you know ?" Lily asked him with fear as she stood beside her babies who had stopped crying a moment ago. Dumbledore didn't responded but instead looked at Peter's body but particularly at his left arm where Death-Eaters usually got their mark. Frowning, James slowly approached the ins-conscious body before pulling out the shirt to reveal the Dark-mark of Voldemort : it was less visible that usual but it didn't disappeared. James, seeing the mark, sighed deeply, saddened by the fact that Peter, one of his best friends, betrayed him for the Dark Lord.

"As you can see… Peter still got his mark… That's mean the caster isn't completely dead…" Dumbledore explained to three shocked adults who stood there with wide eyes of horror and gaping mouths, unable to say a word. After a moment of stunned silence, Sirius regained his composure to ask in a shaky vice " What do you want us to do ?" "We cannot reveal this to anyone… If we do, we will create a panic !" Albus responded in a grave tone and James and Lily nodded in agreement while Sirius wasn't .

" No ! We shouldn't do this ! Its as bad as giving up Harry ! Which I'm still against by the way !" Sirius inquired sternly as he looked at the Potters and Lily had the decency to look ashamed while James… didn't seemed to understand why giving up a squib was such a big deal. "My boy please be reasonable..." Albus began to say before being interrupted by Sirius "NO ! I won't let you abandon a baby squib or not !" James wanted to calm his old friend but he received a large punch on the face the second his hand touched the angry man's shoulder "JAMES !" Lily called out in shock as she rushed at her husband's side as the man was rubbing the bruise he received.

"I'm sorry for doing this Sirius but its for the Greater Good… STUPEFY !" Dumbledore said painfully before a red light shot out from the tip of his wand. Sirius didn't have the time to react when the spell reached him and fell down on the ground with a loud 'THUMP'. As Sirius laid there, unconscious, James went back on his feet looking at the scene with shock "Albus ?!" he cried out to the Old Wizard who turned his head to look at him before saying "It must be done… I'm sorry but we cannot let Sirius remember that Voldemort is still lurking…"

James nodded in understanding but with a pained look on his face as he watched Dumbledore pointing his wand on Sirius's forehead before casting the Memory Charm "OBLIVIATE !" Then Lord Potter turned his head to look at his wife who was playing with her boys, much to their joy as they cooed at their mother. James watched the scene with a smile on his face but when his hazel eyes landed on Harry… he felt no more disgust but pity. He would have loved to keep his eldest but it was not good for a magical family to have a squib with them. Being an Ancient and Noble House, he had to respect tradition… no matter what.

James then saw Dumbledore approaching his wife who reluctantly gave him a cooing Harry who looked at the Old Wizard with childish curiosity. "I'm sorry Lily really I am… But its for the Greater Good..." Dumbledore inquired softy to the redhead woman who nodded at him before inquiring back in a pleading tone "Make sure he will have a good family..." "I will..." the Old Wizard said back before apparating away from Godric' Hollow with a 'crack'.

Dumbledore soon re-apparated but in the Muggle World, in front of Lily's sister, Petunia Dursley. Conjuring a basket, the Old Wizard gently pulled the baby inside before saying in a soft tone "I'm sorry to do this young one… But for the Greater Good, I cannot let you stay with your brother…" A sad smile appeared on his face as he looked down at the bundle who was looking at him with a titled head "The Wizarding World cannot have another Dark Lord in its mist… " with that said, Dumbledore summoned a letter before placing it on the basket. Then he picked up his wand before waving it above the toddler who quickly fell asleep.

The Old Wizard gently deposed the basket at the doorstep of Number Four Private Drive before apparating away. Dumbledore made a big mistake that day : Harry's core was starting to refill itself and in a few days, it would be back to normal as if nothing happened at all. This mistake will be the downfall of many people in the Wizarding World but will only realize their error many years later when things will be to late to be rebuild.

The poor child had to stay on this doorstep until the next morning when the door opened to reveal none other than Petunia Dursley… who upon seeing a baby on her doorstep screamed like a banshee. "Pet ? What is going on ?" a masculine voice asked in concern until Petunia's husband, Vernon, approached her. She pointed at the basket and his eyes widened when he saw a baby with a lighting-bolt scar on his forehead. Frowning, the Walrus-like man picked the letter he saw attached to the basket before silently reading it.

"What does it say ?" Petunia asked him as she looked at him from above his shoulder "Pet… Apparently, this… thing is your sister's son…" Vernon began to say before being interrupted by Petunia as she roughly picked up the letter from his hands to read it. A few seconds later, she turned her eyes away from the letter to look at the sleeping baby with disgust "Apparently, Lily was having trouble taking care of two boys and so she gave him to us !" Vernon growled in anger as he too glared at the baby before roaring "HOW DARE SHE ?! YOU DOES SHE THINK SHE IS ?! I WON'T HAVE ONE OF THOSE FREAKS IN MY HOUSE !"

Petunia was about to suggest him to abandon the child somewhere when an evil grin grew on her horse-like face "Vernon… We should keep him..." Vernon stared at his wife with a mixture of disbelief and anger "And why should we keep this freak ?!" he asked her with a red face of anger and the grin of Petunia's face grew as she replied back maliciously "They said we had to take care of him… but now HOW to take care of him~" Vernon stared at his wife with confusion for a moment but then an evil grin on his own grew on his face as he realized what his wife meant. Harry, still sleeping in the basket, was unaware of the Hell-of life he was about to get after this moment.

/(End of Flashback)/

Since then, each night, Harry dreamed of how his own parents abandoned him to the words of an old man… As the time passed, thanks to his 'family', the raven haired boy lived in constant Hell as his relatives made him do everything in the house : cooking, gardening, cleaning, the laundry… Every day, his Uncle Vernon would beat him for whatever he made wrong even the tiniest thing would cause him to be beaten. His aunt, thankfully, didn't hurt him… well physically at least. Each day, she would make sure he would remind of 'his place in the world' : under Normal People.

His cousin, Dudley, was a spoiled brat and a bully who was free to do everything he wanted. He was treated worse than a King and his favorite hobby was to make his cousin's life worse that it already was. For example : each time Harry finished cleaning the living-room, Dudley would destroy everything before putting the blame on the Freak, knowing that his parents would believe him as they despised Harry. Freak… That's was how they called him for the first three years of his life until they had no choice but to enroll him in a school. It was after this that the raven haired boy got to know his true name but sadly, his relatives would always call him by his 'normal' hateful name.

At first, Harry had been excited to go to school because it was a place without the Dursley (except Dudley sadly) and where he could hopefully act as a normal people. Unfortunately for him, Petunia, being quite popular in the neighborhood had spread a rumor stating that he was a trouble-maker and a delinquent ! Thanks to this, people tried to avoid him like he was a plague or gave him the cold-shoulders. Even worse, each time a teacher was nice to him, they would be fired the next day ! School became the second worse place after Number Four Private Drive.

The Dursley even warned him to NEVER made their 'Dudders' look stupid in class or else things would be… bloody for him. Harry, in fear for more beatings, did what he was told and made HIMSELF look stupid in class so his cousin would appear like a good student. However, Dudley seemed to be genetically stupid because never once he answered correctly to the teacher's questions. So when Harry answered one good, he was beaten not only by Dudley and his gang but by his Uncle.

Apart of beating him, the Dursley had other ideas to punish him : no feeding him for a determined amount of time ( a month for example) or leaving him outside at night. The beatings he could take, the lack of food he could support but being left outside was without contest his least favorite punishment. The nights could be cold sometimes and it was worse during winter. But regardless of the seasons, the Dursley would leave him outside, in hope he died.

Harry, each night, blamed his parents and Dumbledore for his treatment and every day, his hatred toward them grew more and more.

Back to present, Harry was now sitting in his cupboard, his body covered in bruises. After returning from school a few minutes ago , he had been greeted by a furious looking Vernon and a smirking Dudley "BOY ! COME INSIDE NOW !" The Walrus-like man ordered to him in a harsh tone and with a whimper, the frail looking boy did what he was told. However, the moment he stepped inside, his Uncle growled two simple words "Turn around..." Harry slowly turned around to face his Uncle… who slapped him as hard as he could. With a cry, the raven haired boy fell on his back but he didn't have time to react when his Uncle kicked his stomach, sending him flying away before crashing against a wall.

"HOW MANY TIMES DID I TOLD YOU TO NOT CAUSE DUDDERS TO LOOK STUPID IN SCHOOL YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING LITTLE FREAK ?!" Vernon bellowed in anger as he advanced on the child who was trying to get up but couldn't when the large form of his Uncle fell on him like waves on the beach. Harry closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he prevented himself from screaming in pain as the large Walrus-man was using him like a punching-ball under the eyes of his family who watched the scene with coldness or glee.

Harry's eye were closed, his teeth bitting his lips as his Uncle kept punching and kicking his frail body for a few more minutes before stopping to pick him up roughly by the back of his rags. Vernon carried the bruised child toward the cupboard under the stairs that was Harry's usual bedroom before opening it to roughly toss the 'Freak' inside. "Now stay there until you are called ! " Vernon snarled furiously as he locked the cupboard after slamming the door loudly. Like after every beatings, Harry didn't cried… he knew that if he did, it would get worse so he didn't.

The cupboard was small, dusty and filled with spiders. But it was the only 'room' the Dursley allowed him to have as he was to freakish to have a normal room. It had been four hours since he returned from school and then the door of his cupboard opened again to reveal the disgusted face of his beloved Aunt "Freak ! Go make dinner NOW !" she ordered him with a hateful glare before walking away to do other things. Sighing, the poor 9 years old boy crawled out of his cupboard before slowly making his way toward the kitchen, no wanting to anger his relatives more than they already were.

During those two hours inside the cupboard, most of his bruises had been healed thanks to his 'freakishess' as his uncle and aunt called it. Sometimes, himself hated it because it was a reminded of those who willingly gave him away to take care of his brother but deep down, he still wanted to use it to do great things. But he didn't know how… What he didn't know was that tonight many things would change for him… to the better.

"YOU FREAK ! BURNING DINNER AGAIN ?!" Vernon screamed with nothing but rage as he used his belt to whip the crying child laying on the ground. Harry had been trying to make something good to his family but had accidentally burned some of the food ! Of course, the Dursley weren't happy about this and Vernon had taken upon himself to teach the Freak a lesson. Harry had tried to apologize but it was futile as Vernon didn't care about excuses.

Harry, after receiving a strong kick on his right leg, screamed loudly in pain and it was proved to be a mistake as his Uncle's angry face reddened a bit more shouting loudly "What… did I said about SCREAMING ?!" Harry could do nothing but cry when his Uncle picked him up by the back on his shirt before tossing him hard against a wall. He yelped when he crashed against the hard surface before falling on the ground with a soft 'THUMP'. Sadly for him, he didn't have time to get up when Vernon picked him up again before carrying him toward the house entrance. The Walrus-like man opened the door, and without saying another word, he roughly tossed the child outside !

Harry whimpered as he painfully tried to get up and turned his head sadly to look at his relatives who glared down at him with disgust or in Dudley's case, grinning gleefully. "A night outside might teach you a lesson ! And remember… if you try to leave… I will kill you ! " Vernon said menacingly to the frail child who nodded rapidly in response. Grunting, the front door slammed when Vernon and his family went back inside, leaving outside a bruised 9 years old kid.

Harry stared at the front door with tearful eyes before brushing the tears away with a hand "What did I do to deserve this ? What did I do to be so unloved ?!" the boy asked to himself with growing anger as he stared at the moon who was slowly appearing in the sky. Then images of his parents entered his eyes and a growl escaped his throat as he clenched his fists. He was angry at himself for being weak, angry at his relatives for treating him like this, angry at his parents for abandoning him ! He was angry at everyone for not helping him as it was OBVIOUS he needed help !

Suddenly, he heard something being him and he turned around to see a strange Creature at the other side of the fence... it looked like… a Wolf but with Human features. The Beast was tall and skinny in appearance and had a dark grey fur and yellow eyes. With a gasp, Harry realized what this creature was : a Werewolf. He had read stories about those Creatures but he never thought he would see one for real ! The Werewolf , when his eyes landed on the boy, growled at him before lunging forward, his fangs barred . Harry, despise his current state, dodged the Beast's attack but the Werewolf was persistent as it kept attacking.

However, the young boy was soon forced to accept his fate as he didn't have any strength left now thanks to both the beating he received from dear Uncle Vernon and this Werewolf, who took opportunity of him being too exhausted to attack him again. Harry found himself on his back and tried to get up only to froze when the dark shadow of the Werewolf towered above him, its muzzle inches away from his face, growling.

However instead of being afraid, the young boy looked at the Creature with a glare, his green emerald narrowing at the Werewolf in a defiant manner. Harry and the Werewolf locked eyes for a few seconds, none of them doing anything… until the Beast bite his left shoulder. Being used to pain, the 9 years old boy didn't screamed like most kids would if the same happened to them before gathering what little strength he had left to send a punch at the Werewolf's face.

It howled in pain when the punch reaching its left eye and quickly backed away from its prey who quickly returned back to his feet, using his right hand to press it against the bite-mark he received. He looked at the Werewolf who was shaking its head in pain before it looked back at him with barred teeth : it wasn't happy. Harry, seeing that the Werewolf was about to attack again, refused to back down and instead decided to hold his ground, glaring at the Beast defiantly.

"If I have to die here… then at least it won't be as a coward..." he muttered silently to himself as his green eyes followed the movements of the Werewolf who was circling him, trying to find the best spot to attack him. The Beast was cautious… it seemed to realized that this prey would not be so easily taken down. However unknown to the both of them, someone was watching the scene from the shadows. It was a tall (5 feet and 9 inches) and gorgeous-looking young woman with pink hair , wearing into a ponytail, and pale skin. Her only clothes were a long black dress which end barely touched the ground. However her most noticeable traits were her eyes : they were blue. But not any blue : aqua red.

This woman was not a normal Human : she was something far more powerful then even the strongest of Wizards… She was the Queen of the Underworld, Guardian of the Soul and a Primordial Deity: she was Death. But why was she here of all place ? To keep an eye on her master of course ! Since the first day Harry lived in Privet Drive, she would visit him from time to time and every time she had to heal his injuries. When he was born, Death had felt a connection with a Mortal and he found it in the form of Harry James Potter.

A warm smile grew on her face each time she remembered how cute he was as a baby but then scowled at what his own family did to him. Death had been enraged when Lily and James abandoned him in the words of a senile old man but was even more furious at what the Dursley did to her cute little master ! However, she couldn't do anything to them directly and instead, decided to take care of her little master until he wouldn't need her anymore.

Deciding to take a break from her duty, Death went to the Living Word to see her cute master and landed on Privet Drive's garden just as the poor child was left outside by this horrible human-being if he could even be called that. She was about to approach her master to heal him when the Werewolf appeared. The pink haired woman watched with wide eyes when the 9 years old boy, who was thin and frail in appearance, was courageously holding his ground against a full grown Werewolf. An impressed smile grew on her pretty face as she commented softy to herself "Fufufu look like my little master finally decided to stop holding back~"

She always found her master really brave : after watching him for so many years, she knew he had a strong will. No once he broke down in tears even after the most terrible beatings...nor he shed tears when his 'family' called him mean names… Death, however, knew that he had a kind soul as she remembered the day her little master found an injured bird in the garden. Harry had took care of him for a few days until Vernon found the bird… and killed it without remorse stating that 'this bird had caught his freakishness'.

But then a grunt of pain broke her from her trance and gasped silently when she saw her little master pinned down by the Werewolf whose jaws were ready to bite his neck. Her horrified look turned into one of anger as she stepped out of her spot to approach the Werewolf while releasing a bit of her aura which was filled with anger and coldness. The Werewolf, who was about to bite its prey's neck, stopped dead in its track when it felt something powerful approaching and raised its head to see the woman.

The Werewolf, upon seeing the glare he was receiving from the newcomer, backed away with a whimper, its instinct screaming to get away from this woman as fast as possible. Death glared at the Werewolf who shivered under her gaze before ordering in a cold tone "Begone !" The Dark Creature didn't needed to be told twice and ran away as fast as it could with its tail between his hint-legs, no wanting to anger this woman. Huffing, Death turned her blue eyes away from the disappearing form of the Werewolf to look down at her little master who was staring at her with wide eyes.

However, the moment she tried to approach him, he backed away, his green eyes looking at her with suspicion and a hint of fear. "Hey don't worry I won't hurt you !" Death inquired as she stopped dead in her track. Harry looked at her with confusion before saying in a pained tone "You're lying ! No one cared about me before ! Why would you ?!" he asked her with narrowed eyes and Death, understanding his point of view and silently cursing the Dursley, responded in a kind tone "Because you are my master !"

Harry froze at those words, his emerald green eyes wide in shock : he didn't expected this answer. "What ?" was the only thing he managed to ask. The Primordial Deity giggled at his dumbfounded face before answering in a gentle tone "You heard me right… You are my master and I'm your servant..." Harry looked at her still with wide eyes but then he regained his composure to ask back "But why ?" Death sighed before answering calmly "A long time ago, I gave three magical objects to the Peverell, a family of wizard : the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone and the Cloak of Invisibility. The first two brothers, arrogant men, met horrible ends but the last one Ignitus Peverell, a humble man had been rewarded a place in Elysium…"

"But what does this have to do with me ?" Harry asked her with a frown of confusion : being born from a family of Wizards, he knew that Magic existed and so wasn't really surprised by the story. "Because master… Ignitus Peverell is your ancestor..." Harry's eyes widened in shock before asking "Then why me ? There were many people before so why ?" Death looked at him with sadness : thanks to the Dursley and his family's abandon, her master grew to think that he deserved nothing… Its sad really.

"In his last breath, Ignitus said that only a humble and kind soul could become the Master of Death… This soul is you~" The pink haired woman explained softy as she looked at him with a gentle expression on her pretty face. Harry was speechless for a moment, unable to say a simple word, but when he regained his composure (a few moments later), he asked in a serious tone "How could you know this miss ?" The pink haired girl grinned mischievously before her body was surrounded by a dark mist earning a yelp of surprise from her master who stared at it with some concern. When the mist dissipated, instead of the pretty woman was a dark cloaked figure with a large Scythe in its right hand.

"Because I am DEATH !" the figure said with a deep feminine tone that sent chills down Harry's spines and he started to feel fear as he stared at Death herself with panic. Seeing this, the cloaked figure turned back into the pretty pink pony-tailed girl who looked at her master with concern before rubbing the back of her head sheepishly "Maybe I might have overdone it hehe..." Harry was still frozen in fear but when 'Death' spoke, he regained his composure before asking in a resigned tone "Are you here to take me ?" The pink haired woman shook her head before answering "Of course not ! I came here to visit you again !"

Blinking, Harry raised an eye-brow as he stared at the pink haired young woman "Again ?" "Who do you think healed most your injuries ? And who do you think sung to you every night ?" Death asked her master back with grin as she crossed her arms under chest. Harry stared at her in shock : every night, he would heard a beautiful voice singing for him but until now, he always believed that it was in his head ! And now that he thought about it… It made sense : sometimes his injuries would heal faster than usual but brushed this detail aside as it thought it was his 'freakishness' acting again.

"But why ? I'm no one special… I'm just Harry, the unloved freak ..." Harry muttered in sadness but it was loud enough for his interlocutor to hear. "Enough ! You are NOT a freak ! The real ones are those disgusting human-beings abusing you or your parents for abandoning such a charming young man ! And you ARE special ! You are the Master of Death ! The first one in history and a wizard !" Death explained in a stern tone as she looked down at her little master whose green eyes were locked on her in surprise at the outburst. Inside his chest, his heart was beating faster as he heard Death herself saying such kind words to him and did the one thing every kids would do in this case : he hugged her.

Death froze in surprise at the unexpected action as her blue eyes were gazing down at the 9 years old boy hugging her leg tightly. It was the first time was hugged and to her it felt… nice. A squeal started to came out of her throat as her eyes turned into hearts. Harry, who was still hugging the woman's leg, found himself being picked up before being tossed around like he was a teddy. "You're so CUTE ! I wanna hug you ! Yes I will yes I will !" Death squealed like a teenager as she hugged her master tightly, pressing his head in her cleavage earning a muffled shout from the 9 years old who was blushing madly at his current predicament.

Death then seemed to realize how she was acting because she instantly blushed as she released her grip on her little master who breathed loudly as his face was previously trapped in her cleavage.

"Sorry Master ! I just couldn't control myself hehe..." Death inquired to the raven haired boy with an embarrassed look on her face "Its okay… I'm fine… But can you stop calling me master ? I don't want to be anyone's master..." Death looked at him with wide eyes and wanted to protest when she saw him giving her the cute puppy eyes, his green eyes shining under the light of the Moon.

"Awwww I cannot say no to that face ! Alright then Ma-I mean Harry..." Death said in defeat after a second of silence. Her master was too cute for his own good. But then he asked something that caught her off guard "What is you name ?" Death looked at her master's curious face before answering "You can call me Muerte~" "Muerte… its pretty… like you..." Harry admitted shyly and a blush appeared on the pink haired woman's face but she was smiling. It was not often that someone called her pretty and she felt warm inside her chest. But then something caught her attention : her master's scar.

Until now she only saw it as a normal scar but now, it looked like something was living in it. "Harry please don't move..." Muerte inquired her master as she stepped closer to get a good look at the lighting-bolt scar… only to pull her face away from it in disgust "Horcrux… That's how he escaped me..." Muerte inquired with disgust and Harry looked at her with titled head What is a Horcrux ?" The Deity didn't looked away from the scar but did answer him " Horcruxes are abominations… It is the most terrible Dark Magic…"

Seeing the frown on her master's face, Muerte clarified her explanation "You have a piece of someone's soul in your scar..." Harry's green widened in shock and horror at those words before asking in a tiny voice "Can you remove it please ?" Muerte nodded before lowering a hand above the scar and brushing it with a finger. Instantly a black tar-like liquid poured out of it and to her disgust, it crawled up her fingers with black spider-like limbs. Without saying anything, she used her other hand to create what looked like a dark portal before tossing the soul fragment inside.

Harry watched with wide eyes when the Horcrux was tossed in the portal and couldn't help but shiver when a scream of pain and anger echoed from it as it fell to who-know-where. However, the young boy then held his head in pain as the memories of this Tom Marvolo Riddle as they merged with his own. Soon he absorbed the man's knowledge and breathed deeply as the pain dissipated. "What just happened ?" Harry asked Muerte when the Deity Being helped him to go back on his feet "The Horcrux in you is no more but you somehow gained Tom's knowledge in magic…" Muerte responded with a relieved sigh "Does this mean I can do magic ?!" Harry asked her with a bit of excitement and a giggle escaped the Deity's throat at how cute he currently looked.

"With a wand yes but you will need someone to teach you…" Muerte answered him gently and he looked at her with a hopeful expression as he asked softy "Will you teach me ?" His eyes… the cute puppy eyes… Urgh ! How could she said no to that face ?! "Of course I will ! I will teach everything I know if you want !" Muerte answered happily and her heart warmed up as the sight of his joyful face and it became warmer when he hugged her "Thank you !"

"Everything for my little master !" Muerte inquired gently as she patted his head before looking at his left shoulder, where the Werewolf bite him "Hummm..." she hummed to herself before waving her hands above the wound… and it healed instantly ! "Whoa !" Harry yelped in shock and a giggle escaped Muerte's throat "I destroyed the Werewolf Venom in you…" "Awwww" the 9 years old pouted in response and he looked even cuter with his puffed cheeks "You sounds disappointed..." Muerte remarked with amusement "Werewolves are cool… So I thought turning into one would be great..."

Muerte raised an eye-brow at her master before stating "You know most Wizards saw Werewolves as nothing more than Beasts..." "I'm not most Wizard ?" Harry replied back with a small grin and she laughed with humor before replying "Indeed ! But you know… I can turn you into an Animal if you want..." "Really ? I would love too !" Harry shouted in joy and Muerte smiled at him before saying simply "Well then… I know exactly the one for you… And given the fact you are a Cat-Lover its even better !" Muerte then touched her master's forehead with a finger before saying "For the courage you showed so far and your kindness, I give you the ability to change into one of the most famous monster in Mythology : the Nemean Lion !"

At those words, a bright light came out of her hand before entering Harry's body who gasped at the warmth he was feeling from the inside. He looked at Muerte who grinned at him as in the palm of her other hand was a silver orb "This is the Werewolf Venom I extracted from you… I will combine it with the ability I gave you so you can become a Were-Lion !" Muerte explained at the confusion on his face before gently putting the orb against Harry's chest. Another wave of warmth spread through the boy's body and he couldn't help but smile as it felt good.

"It is done… Now close your eyes and think about being a lion..." Muerte inquired him as she stepped back to give him some space. Harry excitedly closed his eyes before focusing on being a Lion. He had read about those animal before and he instantly fell in love with this 'Cool-Kitty' as he used to call them when he was younger. For a few seconds nothing happened but then, black fur started to grow on his body as his hands started to turn into paws while a tail made waved furiously behind him.

Muerte watched her master's transformation with a soft smile : she had another reason to give him the Nemean Lion. After all, this Monster was famous for its tough skin (which couldn't be pierced even by the sharpest lame) along with his enhanced senses and agility. In addition, Nemean Lions had sharp claws which could pierce metal. A smirk grew on her face as she added some upgrades on her master's beast form : the skin's toughness doubled so it could resist magical spells ! She also made sure that the Were-Lion Form wouldn't be weak against Silver like Werewolves.

Back to current moment, the Primordial Deity clapped her hands in satisfaction as she looked at her master who was now an adorable Lion cub ! Except that said Lion-cub was much much bigger than a regular one. "Well done Harry ! My aren't you a cute little kitty ?~" she cooed at her master as she petted his head earning a purr from the black Lion-Cub. Yes you heard me right. Harry became a Black Nemean Lion, maybe because his hair were originally black, but he still had the same abilities than a normal colored Nemean Lion.

"Now focus on having a Human body while still thinking of being a Lion..." Muerte inquired the cub after a minute of petting. Harry mewled in protest at not being petted anymore but nodded as he closed his eyes again. Again like earlier, nothing happened at first but then Harry felt his body shifting and twitching. His front-legs became arms and his hint-legs turned into more human-like. When the transformation was over, Harry looked at Muerte and was shocked to see that his head was facing hers ! They had the same size ! The Goddess clapped her hands again in satisfaction before ruffling the top of the Were-Lion-Cub 's head "Well done Harry ! Now change back into a human and look at yourself !"

Harry frowned at hearing this but shrugged as he closed his eyes again focusing on regaining his normal form. A few seconds later, he was now fully Human and re-opened his eyes to stare at Muerte who grinned at him saying simply "Take a look at yourself~" He did and he gasped audibly in disbelief : his body wasn't the same anymore. For some reason, he seemed to have gained some muscles and he was now a bit taller than he previously was ! "How ?" Harry asked the Goddess with disbelief and she giggled at him before saying with a grin "Do you really think I will let my cute little master look weak ?" Harry smiled at her before whispering tearfully "Thank you..."

She nodded at him with a smile before her expression turned serious "Harry, I want you to go to Gringotts as soon as possible..." "Gringotts ?" Her master asked her with confusion and she quickly explained "Gringotts is the wizarding bank here in Great Britain… I want you to go there to take your inheritance…" "My inheritance ? What do you mean ?" the 9 years old asked her still confused "Don't worry I will be there… Tomorrow call for me and I will take you there..." she responded to him gently and he nodded at her in understanding. After what she did for him, she had his full trust.

Muerte gave him a soft smile before saying seriously "I must go now… " "Really ? Can't you stay a bit more please ?" Harry asked her almost pleadingly and she shook her head with a sad expression on her face before answering "I wish I could but no…" The raven haired boy looked at her sadly before hugging her again tightly . Of course, Muerte wholeheartedly returned the gesture and the two staid like this a moment before breaking the embrace "See you tomorrow… mu cute little master~" Muerte cooed gently before disappearing in thin hair. Harry, while blushing at being called 'cute' again, looked at where she previously was with a saddened look on his face before looking up at the Moon, whispering "See you later Muerte..."

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The next morning, Harry was roughly woken up but his beloved Uncle who ordered him to cook breakfast with his usual disgusted look face. The 9 years old wanted nothing more than to transform into his Lion Form and gut his Uncle but wisely chose to not to or else he would have trouble with the authorities. This morning, he got the surprise of his life when he woke up… his damaged glasses fell off his face at some point during the night and he was shocked to discover that he could see without them ! Even better, when he bring his cooked breakfast to the Dursley, they were terrified of his new appearance which internally amused him as himself had been shocked of his new physical.

However, his family quickly returned to their breakfast, trying to not think much of the one they saw as nothing than a freak of nature and a waste of air. Harry, like usually, didn't get anything as internally he was far too excited to see Muerte again ! He was so deep in thought that he hadn't noticed his Uncle who was stomping his way toward him. The Walrus-man had called him three times but being in his little world, Harry didn't heard him and the lack of answers angered him.

He marched toward the frozen boy… before punching the back on his face ! Harry yelped in both pain and surprise at the sudden action as he fell face-first on the ground with his Uncle standing behind him with a red face of anger " THAT'S WILL TEACH YOU TO ANSWER WHEN YOU ARE SPOKEN BOY !" The Walrus shouted in anger as behind him his wife and son were watching the scene with satisfied grin on their faces especially Dudley who cheered gleefully "KICK THE FREAK DAD !"

Vernon smirked evilly when his 'Dudders' said this and was about to punch the Freak again when a deep growl caught his attention. Turning his head, his eyes widened in fear when he saw Harry's body growing in size while slowly being covered in fur. Soon, where the raven haired boy stood, was now a Humanoid Cat-Like Creature with emerald green eyes whose fangs were barred at him menacingly. But then Harry smirked toothily at his Uncle before saying in a mocking tone "What's the matter Uncle ? Don't you wanna beat me anymore ?" Unlike his usual voice, this one sounded deeper and almost growl-like which was terrifying to say the least.

Vernon Dursley was shaking in fear at the sight of this unholy Creature but then his face reddened in rage as he narrowed his eyes at the Beast before screaming loudly "YOU HAVE DONE IT THIS TIME BOY ! I WILL KILL YOU !" Then the Walrus-like man charged the Therianthrope who smirked deviously as he unsheathed the claws of his left hand… before slashing them at his Uncle's face. The man howled in pain as the claws pierced the skin, drawing blood "VERNON !" Petunia screamed in horror as she looked at her husband while Dudley was trying to hide himself behind his mother, looking at the Black Creature with nothing but terror.

"For years I endured your 'loving' treatments… No more ! I'm leaving and there is nothing you can do !" Harrysnarled in his Were-Lion Form before changing into his regular one, still glaring daggers at his relatives who backed away from him in fright. However, when they heard him saying this, Vernon seemed to regain his composure before he snarled back angrily "Then leave ! We never wanted you in the first place !" Harry nodded before going through the house's front door. However once outside, he turned his head to look at his former tormentors before saying in a cold tone "I hope to never see you again !"

With that said he left without turning around. He never loved them in the first place so he wasn't regretting leaving the house where he had suffered for so long… the house were he had known nothing but pain and abuse. He walked for a long time until he decided to stop near a playground which was thankfully empty before closing his eyes as he called out in a soft tone"Muerte..." Then in a cloud of mist, appeared the pretty pink-haired Goddess who smiled upon seeing her little master "Harry ! Ready to go to Gringotts ?"

Harry nodded excitedly but then flinched when she saw the concerned look on the Goddess's face "Harry… Are you hurt ?" as she asked this, she pointed at his hands whose tips were covered in blood, his Uncle's blood. "Well… its not mine..." Harry muttered in a soft tone and Muerte frowned before crossing her arms and saying calmly "What happened ?" The raven haired boy retailed her the event of this morning and once he finished, the pink haired Deity sighed before saying gently "Harry… Don't feel bad about what you did… Those despicable human beings had it coming and don't worry about your parents finding out about this… I will personally remove them the memory of this morning..."

Harry smiled at her before nodding in appreciation at the Goddess who smiled tenderly at him before snapping her fingers. Instantly both her and him were covered in what looked like a black dress and the raven haired boy looked at her with a stunned look on his face "Why did you give me a dress ? I'm not a girl !" he whined at her and she couldn't help but giggle "They are not dresses but robes… And as for wearing them, it too hide among the mass… Where we are going in filled with Wizards after all..." Harry nodded in understanding even if deep down he was a bit angry at the idea of being around Wizards.

"Now take my hands… I will take the both of us to Gringotts..." Muerte inquired as she extended her right hand toward him. Harry smiled excitedly as he quickly putted his hand in hers under the amused eyes of the Goddess before they went through what looked like a shadowy tunnel. Once they left it, Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the area he was in with shock and beside him, Muerte giggled at his expression before answering his unasked question "Welcome in Diagon Alley !"

"Why is every buildings look so… well old ?" Harry asked her as the Goddess lead him away to who-know-where. "Because Wizards of England are stuck in the seventeenth centuries and are not really interested about what is happening in the Outside Word..." Muerte answered to him calmly, ignoring the looks she was receiving from some passers. Harry looked at her with a deadpan expression on his face but then shrugged as he asked with curiosity "So where is this Gringotts place ?" Muerte shot him a devious grin before eying something forward and he turned his head to see an imposing snow-white building which towered the shops.

"Impressive isn't it ?" The Goddess asked him with a grin when she saw his stunned face and he nodded absently. Then she used her left hand to gently lowered his face toward her "Now Harry listen carefully : this place is guarded by Creatures named Gobelins and they are in charge of Wizards' economy. Don't show them fear or they won't take you seriously… and don't disrespect them or they would not hesitate to kill you..." the raven haired boy nodded in head in understand before the two of them made their way toward the Wizarding Bank. As they faced the entrance, Harry saw something written on the doors and couldn't help but shiver a bit :

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there

"Ignore the inscription and just stay close to me Harry~" Muerte inquired him gently upon seeing his nervous face and he shot her a soft smile as a goblin in a scarlet and gold uniform opened the doors when his eyes landed on the pink haired woman. Harry gasped softy at what was at the other side of the front doors : there was a vast marble hall long counters with doors leading to somewhere with around a hundred goblins sitting at them. He looked up questioningly at Muerte who gave him a soft smile before heading toward one of the Goblins, quickly followed by her master who didn't wanted behind.

The Goblin, who was sitting on the counter, raised his head to look at the pink-haired woman only to froze in fear "My...My...My Lady… What-What can Gringotts do for you ?" he asked her in fear while around them, the few Wizards who were there were wondering why a Goblin, a prideful Creature, was terrified of this woman. "I'm just here for a Inheritance Test for the little one over there~" Muerte responded as she gently pushed Harry in front of her.

The Goblin glanced at the boy before looking back at the Goddess "Of-Of course my Lady… Follow me !" he inquired them before walking through a door. Harry and Muerte went after him as he lead them toward an ancient room where stood a table with an empty blank scroll and a knife on it. Upon seeing the knife, Harry gulped in nervousness before asking hesitantly "What am I supposed to do ?" The Goblin sneered at the boy but then flinched when the Goddess shot him a dangerous glare " Cut the palm of your hand with the knife and let the blood-drops on the scroll… 4 drops are enough..." The Creature quickly answered Harry's question, no wanting to deal with an angered Deity.

The raven haired boy nodded before picking up the knife from the table. He tried to cut his hand but he couldn't. Frowning, he tried again but same result. The Goblin himself seemed surprised by this and then looked at the Goddess questioningly. Muerte calmly approached her master before pulling out a dagger from her robe (don't ask me where she hide it). "Be brave Harry~" she inquired her master before using the knife to make a small cut on his right hand. Surprisingly, it didn't hurted him a lot and watched as Muerte lowered his bleeding hand above the scroll, waiting for the drops to fell on it. After the count of 4 blood-drops, Muerte pulled her master's hand away to heal the cut while the Goblin looked at the scroll where writings appeared on it.

Inheritance Test Results :

Name : Harry James Potter

Birthday : July 31, 1981

Specie : Therianthrope (Nemean Lion)

Family :

Father : James Charlus Potter

Mother : Lily Elizabeth Potter (nee Evans)

Brother : Jacob Potter

Godfather : Sirius Orion Black

Heirs to :

Potter ( by blood; father)

Peverell (by blood; father)

Gryffindor (by blood; father)

Ravenclaw (by blood; mother)

Emrys (by blood; mother)

Le Fey (by blood mother)

Slytherin (by conquest)

Magical Abilities :

Wandless Magic

Hyperthymesia

Natural Legilimency

Natural Occlumency

Animagus (Nemean Lion)

Dark Magic

Light Magic

Beast Speaker

Elemental Magic

Harry was speechless : he was the Heir of 7 different Houses ?! However he could say something to the Goblin, he saw the Creature bowing before him respectfully "My Lord..." The raven haired boy didn't know what to do as it was the first time someone was bowing to him so he just just stood there in silence. Muerte, seeing this, giggled softy to herself before looking at the Goblin "You don't need to bow Master Goblin… Can you just give him this rings ?" The Goblin, at those words, seemed to regain his composure as he snapped his head.

Then right in front of Harry, stood 7 ring boxes and 7 files, laying on the table. The raven haired boy then looked at the Goblin before saying in a serious tone "Is it possible to cast myself out of the Potter Family ? After what they did to me, I don't want anything to do with them..." The Goblin blinked in surprise before shooting a glance at Muerte who responded calmly "They had abandon him to abusive relatives..."

The Goblin seemed enraged for a moment but then calmed himself to look directly at Harry "My Lord it is possible for you to remove yourself from the Potter Line but you must say it under Lady Magic's rule..." Harry blinked at the unexpected answer and looked at Muerte for help as he didn't know what to do. The Deity looked at him with a soft smile before looking at the Goblin "He wasn't raised in the Wizarding World so he didn't know how to proceed..."

The Goblin muttered something under his breath in annoyance before saying in his 'normal' tone "Before that you must claim your titles and then you can disown yourself from the Potter Line..." Harry nodded and looked back and forth between the 7 rings wondering which one to take first "Take the Peverel's first~" Muerte inquired gently and he nodded as he picked up the ring in question. The second he putted it on, he felt like something was scanning his entire soul but then it quickly stopped. "The Peverell Line recognized your Lordship… Welcome Lord Peverell..." The Goblin said neutrally as he bowed to the 9 years old who seemed embarrassed by the gesture.

"Now Harry… You must summon the Hallows ! They are yours by right !" Muerte excitedly inquired her little master who shot her a soft smile before saying " I, Harry Peverell, call upon my ancestor's magic to give me back what his mine !" How did he know how to do this ? It was mostly because of the ring. The second he was putted on his finger, Harry's mind was filled with more knowledge but this time coming from his ancestors. Back to present, as Harry said those words, three objects appeared before him and upon seeing them, Muerte clapped her hands in pure satisfaction as she watched the Deathly Hallows being absorbed by her little master.

The Goblin, who was watching the scene with a stunned expression on his face, shook his head to regain his composure before clearing his throat to catch their attention "Now you must call upon Lady Magic to cast yourself out of the Potter Line, Lord Peverell…" Harry nodded at the Goblin before summoning the Elder Wand and saying "I, Harry James Potter Peverell, declare myself no longer part of the Potter Family but decline giving up the Potter's Familial magic as by rights of Lady Magic, I have attained the right by abuse and neglect of a heir from the Dursley… SO MOTE IT BE !"

The moment he finished talking, a red light enveloped Harry before disappearing as quickly as it came. "Lady Magic accepted your vow Lord Peverell ! You are no longer part of the Potter Family ! Congratulations !" The Goblin inquired with a neutral expression on his face as Harry and Muerte looked at each other with joy. "Now you have other titles to claim… Do you wish to take all of them my Lord ?" The Goblin questioned the young Lord who became dead serious as he responded coldly " I will take all titles… After what they did, the Potter Family didn't deserve more money..."

The Goblin nodded with a dark grin on his face but then blinked when the young Lord asked with curiosity "I just wish to know why those titles had never been claimed until now ?" The Goblin went deep in thought for a second before answering "Lord Potter didn't know about this because he only come to Gringotts to withdraw money… as for Lady Potter… well she never came..."

Harry thanked every deities at those words : the Potters will regret not having claimed those lordships in the future. "Harry there are some rings who are getting impatient dear~" Muerte inquired teasingly to her master who sent her a small glare before putting the rings one by one : Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Emrys and Le Fey. Once it was over, the Goblin bowed deeply in respect before Harry.

"I welcome you in this world Harry Peverell Gryffindor Ravenclaw Slytherin Emrys Le Fey !" Harry looked at the Goblin with a sweat-drop and Muerte couldn't retain herself from giggling in amusement as her master's predicament. "Thank you Master Goblin… Now, is there any properties I now own ?" the raven haired boy asked the Creature who pointed at the files. Harry picked them up before reading them one by one. By Merlin he was immensely rich ! And the Dursley dared to say he was expensive ! As if it wasn't enough, being the Lord of 6 Houses, he now had many properties all around the World.

"Can you please sell everything I own in England ? I want to leave the Country as soon as possible..." Harry asked the Goblin seriously and the Creature nodded in response before asking "May I ask where do you plan to go ?" Harry went deep in thought for a moment before reading the files. His eyes wandered among the different countries where he owned a manor : France, Russia, America, Italy, Spain, Australia… Then his eyes stopped at one country in particular : Japan. Japan was at the other side of the World so very far away from Great Britain and from his former 'Family'. It was perfect.

"Japan… I will go to Japan..." Harry responded to the Goblin who nodded in understanding before inquiring "We have a branch of Gringotts in the East… We can transfer off your money there if you want..." The raven haired boy nodded before asking "Can I ask you two more questions ?" The Goblin nodded at him "Where is situated my new house ? " Harry asked him calmly and the Creature responded by "Your manor is near Kuoh… All you have to do once outside Gringotts is thinking about Peverell's manor while thinking about Kuoh..."

Harry nodded in understanding before asking his second question " My other question is : What is your name ?" The Goblin blinked at the unexpected question before answering with suspicion "Griphook… My name's Griphook..." "Griphook… I will never forget you… Thank you..." Harry replied with sincerity which caused the Goblin, Griphook, to widen his eyes in shock "A wizard who show respect for a Creature… Now I saw everything !" Griphook commented with a chuckle before replying back "The pleasure was mine Lord Peverell… I wish you a good life in Japan..."

Harry nodded at the Goblin before saying respectfully "May your enemies be crushed under your foot, Master Griphook !" the Goblin smirked back at him before saying back respectfully "May your Vaults be always full !" Muerte nodded her head at the Goblin before leading her master out of Gringotts while Griphook went away to assure Harry's transfer to Japan. Once outside of the snow-colored bank, Muerte looked at her master proudly as he looked back at her uncertainly "Can you sent us to Kuoh ? I don't know how to do it..." The Deity nodded at him with a small smile : she was 100% sure he would ask her. "Are you ready to go to your new home Harry ?" she asked him gently as she picked his hand with hers.

"Ready as I'll ever be !" Her master answered with contained excitement as he gazed at her with nothing but joy : he was no more associated with the Potters and won't have to return to the Dursley so he had every reasons to be happy. "Well then… Let's go !" Muerte inquired gently before the two of them disappeared in thin air and a soft crack-like sound. The Wizards, being used to this type of traveling, weren't bothered by this sudden disappearance so they kept doing their businesses.

At the same time, Harry blinked when his feet touched some grasses and looked up to see something that caused him to gasp in shock : in front of him, surrounded by large fences, was a large mansion-like building. It had tall ceilings, large windows and a beautiful facade. There were also two large statues which looked like Griffins standing at each side of the front entrance and around the mansion was a medium-sized garden which looked well-taken care off.

"Welcome to your new home Harry !" Muerte inquired to her young master whose mouth was gaping in shock as his wide eyes were taking in the sight before him. "Is it really mine ?"he asked her with amazement in his voice, his eyes not looking away from the mansion. "Yes it is~" Muerte responded gently to him before two popping sounds echoed from nearby. Turning their heads to see who it was, Harry found himself facing a pair of strange creatures , a male and a female, who didn't looked taller than two or three feet tall, with spindly arms and legs along with oversized heads and eyes. In addition, they also had pointed, bat-like ears and high, squeaky voices.

"Young Master… Welcome home !" the two small creatures bowed to the 9 years old boy before freezing in fright when they saw the Deity (much to her amusement). Harry blinked at the sudden action before shooting a curious glance at Muerte who answered gently "Those are House-Elves… Their race is usually working as Servants for Wizardkind and its not rare to find some being mistreated by their masters… " Harry looked horrified by this and as if she knew what he was about to say, Muerte quickly added "But the majority of House-Elves DO enjoy serving someone ! Ask them if you don't believe me~"

The raven haired boy turned his head away from the Deity to look at the House Elves who were waiting for him to say something "Are you really enjoying your condition ?" he asked them tentatively. After all, until a few minutes ago, he was HIMSELF a slave of some sort. "We do Sir ! We Houses-Elves had been serving the Peverell Family since Great Ignitus !" One of them, the male, responded with enthusiasm and the female nodded with an eager look on her face. Harry was shocked by the answer before shrugging : if they liked it then who was he to denied them their source of joy ?

"What are your names ?" he asked the House-Elves with some curiosity "My name's Miki sir !" the male responded with a small bow before the female quickly responded with a bow of her own "And I'm Fanny !" then the two of them added at the same time "And its a honor to serve you sir !" Harry, who was starting to have a headhache simply inquired in a gentle tone "Can you call me Harry instead of Sir ? I'm just 9 years old..." The Elves looked ready to object but seeing the pleading look Harry was giving them… they reluctantly accepted.

"Can you go in the Kitchen and prepare lunch for the both of us ? Harry needs a strong meal..." Muerte inquired the Elves who quickly bowed in front of her before disappearing in thin air. The Primordial Deity glanced at her little master with warmth : even if he was a Lord, he still wanted people to treat him like an equal… Really uncommon but not disinteresting. "Before going in master I have one more gift for you… Your own Familiar !" Muerte inquired gently before snapping the fingers of her right hand.

Harry opened his mouth to ask her what she was doing, a large bird appeared in a burst of fire and the 9 years old boy couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

The Bird was, from sight, a bit bigger than a Swan and was simply gorgeous to look at. It had snow-white feathers on its body from head to tail which strangely looked like a Peacock's while its claws and beak were golden in color. The tip of her wings' feathers were also gold in color and the same could be tail from its tail's. When the Bird stopped flying right in front of Harry, the young Lord could see that it had amber eyes. He had just one word to describe this Creature : beautiful. Muerte smiled tenderly at her master before explaining "This is a Royal Phoenix ! The rarest of them ! She is yours~"

Harry couldn't believe his luck and couldn't help but tear up a bit : in the space of a few hours, he became a Nemean Lion, a Lord and now the pride owner of a beautiful Phoenix… All thanks to the pink-haired Goddess beside him. "I… I..." he wanted to thank her but he was far too emotional right now to say a simple word. Muerte smiled sadly at him before pulling the young boy into a gentle embrace which he returned in full force "Thank you..." he whispered softy to her and she kissed his forehead before replying in a gentle and kind tone "You deserve everything Harry… Now how do you want to name her ?"

As she asked this, Muerte was pointing at the White Phoenix who was had chosen to land on the fence, her amber eyes looking at the young Lord with curiosity and kindness ? Harry approached the Noble Bird who didn't moved away from him and when the young boy extended an arm to touch her, she willingly pressed her head against it. Harry was amazed at how soft her feathers were and then started to pet her with both hands, much to the Bird's pleasure "Hedwig… I will call you Hedwig..." the 9 years old boy whispered to the Bird who opened her beak to let out what sounded like a calming sound. Hearing it, Harry felt nothing but warmth and looked at the Pretty Phoenix who nuzzled his hand affectionately.

"Congratulations master ! Hedwig accepted both her name and you as her human !" Muerte remarked loudly as she watched the scene from her previous spot. Harry shot her an annoyed glare at being called 'master' again but she only giggled before they were interrupted by Miki the House-Elf who appeared with a soft 'POP'

"Lunch is ready my Lo-I mean Harry !" he announced before glancing at the Bird with wide eyes. "Come on Harry lets go inside !" Muerte inquired her little master who nodded with excitement as he and the Deity approached the Mansion. Hedwig, for her part, followed her human from the sky, already attached to him.

This day marked the beginning of a new life for Harry Peverell Gryffindor Ravenclaw Slytherin Emrys Le Fey , formerly known as Harry James Potter… Unaware that a lot of things will happen to him in the future… both good and bad.

(To be continue…)