Chapter 2

Lessons and Expectations

July 24, 1991

Surrey primary school

Surrey England

"And just like that We're done Mrs. Stillwater, we have officially completed this year's summer school work, now, I know you can't tell me but still, how'd I do?" Harry gave the teacher his best-crooked smile as she looked up from what he knew was his paper, he had no real worries about his score, as opposed to everyone else at summer school Harry was here by choice.

Mrs. Stillwater looked up from her desk with a pursed lip before her face broke into a smile at him. "Of course, you did fantastically, when you go into secondary school next year then you should be more than prepared, I'd dare say that you'd be rather bored with the material they hand out if only your friends had the same initiative"

Harry shrugged at his teacher, sure they weren't the smartest or most academically inclined people in the world but they were big and strong that's why he chose them to be his friends all those years ago. "Well, not all my friends can be as smart and pretty as you Mrs. Stillwater, I'm sorry but I have to go soon and meet my thuggish friends."

Waving to his teacher for what would most likely be the last time as he left the room taking three papers and a small hidden bag with him Harry quickly navigated his way through the halls of his primary school exiting from the building's rear instead of the front to find his friends hanging around one of the school's dumpsters.

"Oi, you two quit digging through the trash, you're not gonna find any money, and besides harry's here." Raising an eyebrow at his friends he could only stand and stare as Ernie and Bert the two largest boys in their year hopped out of the dumpster they were in and joined Sam in front of harry waiting for the papers in his hand to see how they did, after all learning their marks would tell them whether or not they were going to be getting extra allowance or getting grounded when they got home.

"So, who wants to explain why you're in dumpsters?" Harry's quite valid question made both Ernie and Bert look much like the puppets their parents had named them after before they suddenly began trying to speak at once.

"Well, you see-" "wait I'm telling him" "No. I found it I get to tell harry-" "Like hell, you got to tell him last time." "Cause I found it, last time idiot." "Mom said you can't call me that!" "Well, I don't see mom here." "No, but I'll tell her when we get home." "You'll what? Why you little, I'm gonna beat you if you do." "Well, I'll tell her who did that-"

"ENOUGH both of you sweet Jesus, Sam could you please explain what the hell is going on?" Harry's exasperated shout had easily cut through the other boy's argument and gotten them distracted, if he hadn't spoken up it was pretty likely they'd shortly come to blows.

"Well, you see these two idiots saw smith drop a tenner in the trash can at lunch and they're still trying to find it so they can finally buy that old walkman in that pawnshop." Making quite the show of it Sam slowly pulled a crumpled bill out of his pocket. "Problem is they saw smith drop it but they never saw me fish it out."

Harry couldn't help but let out a chuckle at sam's diabolical plan. "And what you let them drag you back here and watched them rip into trash bags because…it was funny?"

"Essentially yes, now how'd we do on those tests? Did all the study sessions pay off?" Harry handed over the papers to sam as he began rubbing his hands together like he was some sort of supervillain as he handed out the graded papers.

"Congratulations gentleman we have a ninety-six for Samuel, an eighty-eight for Bert, and a seventy-eight for Ernie, you can all go into next year with confidence and only slightly reduced allowances for Ernie." Harry's explanation was met with a small cheer, save for Ernie who spent the next few minutes of the walk to the school's front entrance bemoaning his score and how he shouldn't have changed his answers.

"Oh and you boys should know that the Walkman is gone, I went past there yesterday on the way to the library and someone was buying it, too slow to pool your allowances I suppose." Harry's announcement was met with a series of loud groans from his companions, Ernie and Bert had been saving up their allowance for months now to get the Walkman. Sam the motivator of the group saw his cue and swiftly interjected a plan to his fellows.

"Alright then boys, if you guys aren't buying that old piece of junk you wanna come over to my house and come up with an idea for all the money you've been saving up? Maybe we could find an NES or an Atari, what do you say?" Sam's proposition was more than logical but despite that Ernie and Bert could hardly even nod in agreement, their disappointment was evident, especially now that they had to return all of the cassettes they'd purchased.

"And Harry-" "Nope, library Samuel, Always the library today, Dudley's going to piers today and Petunia is going to drink wine and pretend that her group reads books, so library." His friends groaned as they split and put out that he wouldn't be able to join them but in truth as much as he enjoyed the distraction they provided he had more important things to worry about as he made his way down the sidewalk towards the Surrey public library.

Mainly his worry that the book he'd requested from the new librarian wouldn't have been returned yet, he supposed if they didn't have the in-depth history book he'd marked down he could always move around his schedule and see about a book detailing various forms of transportation, and namely how to make them better.

As he approached his destination Harry wondered if he should tell his friends that after this summer he most likely wouldn't be seeing them for some time. Unbeknownst to him, Mrs. Stillwater had sent his scores off to several private schools as a kind of gift, and today she'd presented him with letters from a few who were offering him a place in the coming semester with discounted or even completely null prices because of his scores, and there was a good chance he'd be going, not only because he wanted to but because despite how sad Petunia would be about it Vernon would be over the moon.

Entering the Surrey library harry couldn't help but breathe a small sigh of relief, this had been his haven ever since he was four and Dudley had chased him inside, the brute had brawn and while Harry wasn't exactly lacking in that area he had much more brains than his cousin, it was how he'd gained his three friends in fact, a quick study session now and again and suddenly his friends were making seventies instead of forties and more than happy to interfere when Dudley decided to be a nuisance.

After a quick visit to the front and grabbing a stack of books he'd requested for the day Harry had to sigh internally as he took "his" table, the WWII book still hadn't been returned. Harry was a quarter through his first book however when the newest librarian tapped on his shoulder and offered the much sought-after text.

"Alright mister potter, we just got it in, but before I hand it over I have to ask, are you sure you want this one instead of something more your age? We've just received brand new copies of charlotte's web?" The librarian received her answer by Harry's blank look and outstretched hand. "What in the world are you doing over here anyways? The others say you're researching, but two days ago I brought you a book on philosophy, and today it's WWII, what in the world are you looking for, and how can you even understand it."

Harry nodded and supposed it couldn't do too much harm, no one believed him anyways so after taking a second to mark his place in a book about dumbing down nuclear reactors he turned and answered the woman. "Well, firstly I've been reading since I was around four so I have experience, and I don't understand everything that's why I have this dictionary. Secondly, do you know what Hitler did wrong? No, no obviously everyone knows the holocaust was horrible and completely unnecessary making all those poor people suffer, I mean do you know what Hitler did wrong to lose WWII?"

The woman outright gaped at Harry as he asked her his question and instead of answering she closed her mouth and shook her head. "Well, neither do I. From what I've read the man despite being horribly racist and a disgusting person, had a strong military presence, a strong border to his budding empire, and was felling countries and city-states within days. So, what went wrong, was he too vicious, did he spread his army too wide apart, was he betrayed, did he betray the wrong person? Whatever the man's mistake, I intend to learn from it and more importantly not repeat it when it's my turn."

The woman's eyes widened slightly and she inclined her head to look at him incredulously. "Your turn?"

"Yes madam, my turn. Are you familiar with a comic character named Victor Von Doom? I wasn't expecting you to but in summary, as a teenager, he saw into the future and the only future he saw the world flourish was when he had taken control and become a dictator and made the world into a perfect utopia. While that was simply a comic book it truly spoke to me, did you know that the current amount of food humans grow and produce is more than enough to feed everyone in the world we just can't get it to people?"

"But, imagine if we could if every nation in the world was under a single flag not hundreds, no more wasted food clean water and shelter for all a true utopia, the problem with this is that it's simply not a possibility with so many countries vying for power over one another. The difference between myself and the fictional Dr. Doom is that I don't have a doctorate nor did I see the world destroy itself in a vision, I simply have to switch on the telly for that. The difference between myself and Doom is that I won't fail, nor do I have magical abilities of course."

Leaving the woman speechless harry returned to his reading on nuclear reactors and more importantly the waste they produced, it seemed if properly maintain they could produce more than enough power for his eventual utopia, he also made a small mental note to pen an acceptance letter to one of those boarding secondary schools, he truly didn't care which one, whichever was the most prestigious at the moment, Britain wouldn't elect an uneducated nobody as prime minister after all.

As he left the library lugging the stack of books minus two he was stopped by the newest librarian, it seemed that the others must have comforted her slightly as she was no longer gaping or staring at him. Instead, the woman patted him on the shoulder and told him that if she found the Illuminati's phone number she would hand it over immediately, after her quite hilarious joke she returned to the other librarians tittering to herself along the way.

As Harry exited the library he clenched the book he was carrying in his hands as hard as he could, he knew he should simply ignore the women to them he was just a child, but he just couldn't, rage burned into his heart as he made his way back home. Why couldn't they see it, not even just them but everyone, the world they were in seemed to get closer to the end every decade, and yet it seemed that no one was doing anything about it, more important than the world's slow encroaching death, there was the horrid suffering the world over.

All he wanted to do was simply make it stop, to negotiate or even force peace between the tribes of Africa and stop their genocides, to make peace between the middle eastern states. There was so much pain covering the world and when he said he wanted to stop it no one believed him they simply laughed, and they didn't even do anything to stop it themselves. They just kept walking along, and even worse the world's leaders seemed too old or foolish to understand that nearly every life had value and they needed to stop their petty squabbles and help their people.

Taking a deep breath and placing his books into his bag Harry scrambled up the Durley's back fence and walked in through the back door. For now, he couldn't make them see, but eventually when he was an adult and was tall enough not to be looked over and his voice loud enough to be heard by all he promised himself he would do his best to make sure that no one got hurt no matter who they were.

As he put his bag in his small room upstairs and made his way outside putting gardening gloves on and kneeling on the rose bed he comforted himself with his thoughts. One day he would travel to one of many war-torn countries and force both sides to a cease-fire or end both, they would call him a dictator, and they would be right, but if they were too stupid to run the world the right way then someone had to step up.

July 24, 1991

Malfoy Manor

England

"Belladonna! It's suppertime." Bella flopped onto her back angrily pressing her head back into her plush, luxurious, feather-bed, and tried her best to ignore her aunt, of course, dinner was done, and the house elves were annoyingly fast tonight. Her lessons had just ended and she'd barely been able to get comfortable and crack the spine on her new book when her aunt called. "Now Belladonna!"

Flopping out of bed and bouncing over to her mirror she stepped into the neck of the black dress she'd already shed; she simply pulled it up over her body and pushed her arms into the sleeves. As she skipped across the room she nabbed her book and placed it on the end of the shelf before pushing her feet into a pair of plush black slippers.

Taking the stairs down two at a time she bounced to a stop at the foot of the stair directly in front of her aunt who wore a disapproving look. "That's the same dress you wore today, young lady."

"Well you said 'now' auntie, so I came now." Giving her aunt a wide smile she took more joy than she probably should as her aunt sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"You do recall we have guests tonight? Important guests?" She shook her head briskly at her aunt cackling inwardly as she watched the horror grow in her aunt's eyes as the wonderful bun her aunt had made this morning broke free, setting her dark curls free to wildly bounce to and fro.

"I thought I told you nearly a week ago Belladonna, tonight we have important guests, the Notts, this deal is very important to Lucious so please behave." Nodding slightly as she took her aunt's arm and walked to the dining room door and they stopped. "Are you sure I didn't say anything?"

"You might have and I forgot, or I just wasn't listening." She said it in a joking manner but it very well could have been true, there were times when Belladonna completely tuned out people that were speaking because she was focused on…other things. She kept her smile on her face and widened it even further when after a second of incredulous staring her aunt broke into soft laughter hidden behind one of her hands.

Reaching down her aunt snagged the curl that had fallen into her face and tucked it behind her ear with her hand. "Sometimes you are far too like your mother, sometimes it good and others, well." Shrugging her aunt turned and waved her hand opening the dining room doors and guiding Belladonna to her seat in between uncle Lucious and her aunt directly across from a boy around her age.

Forgoing any sort of decorum Belladonna pulled her seat out and climbed into the red silk seat, normally there was some sort of order but in truth, she didn't care she simply wanted to get back to her book. It seemed that they must have told the guests about her because instead of shocked gasps they simply didn't care, good that's how she preferred it, it was her house why should she have to wait to sit?

Next uncle gracefully sat then auntie, then Draco took his seat the worm, after that the other man took his seat then the woman, and finally, the boy sat across from her. Soon enough food had appeared on the plates set before them, the men began to gossip, sorry talks business and the women did the same. As she sat in front of the plate that she'd cleared as fast as possible while still being lady-like for her aunt, Belladonna ignored it all.

It seemed her solitude was simply not to last despite her wishes due to the Nott boy's insistence. "So, you're the infamous Belladonna Lestrange?" Giving the thin boy a small nod and ignoring him again Belladonna wasn't sure if it was because of ignorance or a bid for attention the boy made a very real and noticeable mistake that sent waves of silence through the table. "Belladonna's such a mouthful don't you think, maybe you should acquire a nickname, like Bella."

As he said the final word both her uncle and cousin seemed to shrink into their plates and avoid eye contact with everything in the room living or not. Her aunt seemed to grow until she towered over everyone in the room as the candles flickered and the shadows grew and her aunt's most dangerous voice echoed through the room. "Belladonna please, Theodore."

And as soon it had come the feelings being exuded by her aunt's magic disappeared and her uncle and cousin tried their best to resume their conversations as though nothing had happened. Turning away from her aunt, Belladonna replied to the Nott boy. "No, I don't like nicknames."

As time passed and the Notts chose to forget about the incident it seemed her uncle's silver tongue had weaseled exactly what he wanted from the other man, and soon enough dinner was finished and Belladonna was allowed to gleefully sprint up the master staircase barely remembering to lift her dress as her feet met the steps.

Bursting into her room and tossing her dress in a heap somewhere on the floor she snatched her new book off the shelf and jumped into her bed covering herself with her blankets and curling up like some sort of giant snail with only her head poking out from the black and red duvet.

As she read the book and occasionally reached out a hand to flip over the page she thought about what he was really like, she was almost certain that he would be nothing like in her many, many, many books about him. She was actually happy that the one in the books was amazing but a slight bit arrogant constantly boasting about his feats.

Thinking about it more Belladonna couldn't help but squeal in uncharacteristic joy and retract her face under her duvet to hide her blush from the world, she just couldn't believe it was almost time. It seemed like she'd been waiting forever for it but her emotions still ran wild just thinking about him, she was going to learn everything about Harry Potter, the real one.

Eventually, her reading was interrupted by her auntie coming in to wish her goodnight blowing out her candles and placing her new book on her shelf, and announcing they would be at Diagon alley for school supplies tomorrow.

July 24, 1991

Dursley residence

Surrey England

Hearing the front door open and swiftly close Harry stood up from the rose bed wincing slightly from his protesting back as he looked to the sky. It seemed that he'd had quite a lot of anger to take out on the weeds, Petunia was home from "Bookclub" and Vernon wouldn't be too far behind from work.

Walking inside he shrugged to himself as he thought about having to make a quick dinner, Petunia was most likely too drunk to care, and Vernon would build a statue in his honor if Harry served him fish & chips for the rest of his life, although it would be a shit statue Harry thought to himself.

Petunia gave him a small smile as he came in from the back garden and she left him to cook as she took a shower. Being pre-prepared by himself the fish & chips were already done by the time that Petunia's shower stopped and Harry heard her make her way to her room.

As he set the table the doorbell interrupted his thoughts, why in the world would Vernon of all people ring the doorbell? He didn't even knock no matter what room he was entering. But as Harry opened the door he was greeted with a curt hello by the postman, He'd never seen Rodney look so sad, nor had he ever seen the man at seven in the afternoon before.

"Ah, good evening apologies for the late hour, but this must have fallen out of my sorter today." Rodney handed over a letter wrapped in peculiar paper to Harry. Taking the letter from the man and observing the very strange seal on the back he shook his head at it wondering if it was from another school that Mrs. Stillwater had applied him for.

"Well, that's just not like you, is it Rod?" As he gazed at the wax seal he was overcome with a sense of familiarity, but he knew for a fact that he'd never seen it before.

"No, it isn't, apologies, Mr. Potter." All at once, Harry felt his body freeze and then he snapped his head upwards. But his horrified face was alone… Rodney was gone, he hadn't left the porch, he wasn't on the street, he was simply gone. Suddenly the few alarms in his head not going off snapped to and Harry slammed the door as hard as he could causing the windows to rattle.

Dashing to the window whilst stuffing the letter into his shirt Harry gazed out through the smallest corner possible. Rodney had never called him Potter, not once, ever. Harry wasn't even sure Rodney knew his last name, as far as they communicated they were Hare and Rod respectively.

As he pulled the curtains as tight as possible and rushed to do the same to the kitchens Harry's mind came to a quick and almost certain conclusion, the was NOT Rodney the postman. Between his weirdly mechanical movements, odd voice, and calling him by a name he had no knowledge Harry's mind was spinning.

Right as he was about to whip out the letter and answer his mind's terrifying questions Petunia came down the stairs clad in her standard dress. "Oh, Harry was that you? I thought that Vernon was home?"

Shaking his head and chuckling Harry responded as lightly as he could. "Oh, no aunt Petunia, it was just that Salesman uncle Vernon hates, I just wanted to make sure he knew it"

Giving Harry an 'oh' a smile, and an understanding nod she took her seat at the table and Harry began dishing out the food finishing right as Vernon came in the door slamming it and waddling as fast as he could to the table.

Harry endured unimaginable torture as he slowly dissected and ate his single fish and fifteen chips using the proper silverware the way Petunia had taught him as he heard Vernon's voice in his mind. If you're gonna eat our food boy, then you'll do it right!

Eventually, long after he'd finished his fish Vernon and Petunia finished their small talk and moved from the table to the living room to cuddle and share the telly as always. Meanwhile, Harry had never washed dishes so fast in his life, to the point where he actively had to slow himself down for fear of breaking the ceramic.

The second the dishes were settled on the drying rack Harry bolted upstairs wrenching his door open and only slowing down to softly close his door, he didn't need Vernon on his case tonight. Leaping across his room and snapping his curtain closed Harry flicked on his lights and hopped onto his bed and pressed his back firmly to the wall making sure he could see his door and window at the same time.

Taking what seemed like his first real breath in an hour Harry gently reached into his shirt and removed the letter turning the seal over and finally looking at the address. Dropping the letter like it was a hot coal Harry had to stop himself from screaming out and bolting from the room, whoever this was even knew where he slept.

But Harry was far from a coward and his fear soon turned to anger as he ripped the letter open, Not only was he utterly curious he had quite the amount of rage building at these people, his privacy was something he valued above all else, especially for his eventual plans, the only people he'd told about them were the librarians, and that was because they thought he was a foolish child.

Pushing down his anger Harry looked down and began to actually read the letter that had been sitting in his hands. As he digested the information he just couldn't believe it…wizards?! He was a wizard?! But then in the back of his mind, Harry's mind threw images and memories into his mind.

Flashes of Petunia's hair being expertly cut despite never going to a salon, the dishes being done in an instant. Shaking his head roughly Harry snapped back, he hated those dreams, dreams where he had real power, the power to help everyone that needed it in the palm of his hand, only for the dream to be ripped away by the doom of consciousness.

As he began to toss the letter away and think of ways to absolutely destroy Dudley and make him cower by every shadow for daring to play such a prank on him. But right before he tossed the letter in his bin a third page fell out, this time a real letter and not a fake invitation.

Good evening Mr. potter,

My name is Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry. This…is an odd situation, to say the least. I truly find myself at a loss of words as to what exactly to write here, but something must be written so, let's start with the truth, From what I've seen it's something you value.

The first truth is that against the orders of a man I trust I have been watching you for nearly a week now, We have not truly met, not even tonight and I doubt you'd remember me but I have been there. And what I have seen gives me much joy and hope, that a person as strong as you, was made despite your surroundings.

The second truth that I'm sure you are more interested in is that…I knew your parents, I have been teaching for many years now and your parents were, at a time, my students. And afterward, in the years and events that followed, I became their friend.

The third and final truth I have for you is the discreditation of the only thing I've heard your family speak of your parents. Your mother and father were not killed in a car accident. I apologize but that is all I'm willing to tell you via a letter, however, Name a time, a place, no matter where or when and I swear I will be there.

Your Godmother,

Minerva McGonagall

Harry's head impacted the wall behind him softly again and again as he digested the letter and made up his mind. Aside from his high intelligence and even higher maturity there was nothing magical about him, if this person thought so they were dead wrong, but Harry couldn't give the smallest shit possible, this person claimed to know his parents, claimed to be his Godmother.

So, where was she, why was Harry here? Between the hell that Vernon and Dudley put him through and the very thin wall of protection that was Petunia, where was this person? Deciding to test their claims and get the answers his angry heart desired he grabbed a pen from his bag and quickly wrote down an address on a piece of paper.

July 25, 1991, Surrey public library eight A.M. Stuffing the paper in the letter and placing it on his nightstand Harry took some pleasure in requesting she show up the next day, how could she if he hadn't sent back the letter?

Turning out his light he had a small thought that he should sleep somewhere else tonight before shrugging to himself. He had no clues about the ability of wizards but if they were anything like the comics he read it didn't much matter, so as always he placed his bag on the floor by his bed, his glasses on his rickety nightstand, and laid down to sleep.

AN: So, hope you enjoyed this so far, including Harry's maturity which is the first thing I would like to talk about. So, many of you will most likely say I can't write and eleven year old, and you'd be wrong because this Harry is directly based on myself at that same age, Now not sure if it was the therapy, the autism, or the hard upbringing but yes this is what I was like at eleven.

More importantly, tell me what you guys thought about Belletrix's character. I'm going for a kinda or mischief and contained craziness that I think befits a young Bellatrix. Also, tell me if you think I have Harry's intentions correctly, he is gonna take over the world. He just doesn't want to do it for money or power or sadism, it's just easier to help people if no ones gonna stop you ya know?

Finally…supernova, I'm making an executive decision that supernova isn't abandoned or adopted, nor is it going to be rushed, it's just going to be updated at the speed of a snail made outta molasses. It will be ending at Kamino but there will still be tons of content, when I went through my head and all the things I wouldn't have written because of rushing through… I nearly threw up literally within the next few chapters quite a lot would happen to hopefully build Izuku's character along with his classmates. So, it's gonna happen, it's just gonna take a long ass time, sorry. ALSO if any of you amazing people could help me find artwork to fit either story that would be amazing just PM me or something, just know the first time I click on something weird then no one will like the consequences…you have been warned.