Note: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and as such, I do not claim that this is my work. All intellectual property and rights of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter book series and Warner Bros. Entertainment Harry Potter movies, is also acknowledged.

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Initially, at the end of this fanfic, I had an author's notes, as Chapter 75. Then, I got a warning from the system. You are not supposed to publish that as a dedicated chapter. Then I deleted the thing, and things got more confusing. So once again:

I always wanted a satisfying Techno-Mage type of fanfic to read. And then I could not find anything to my liking. After thinking about it for almost a year and being awfully scared about writing, I decided to attempt it. I am happy I decided to go through with it. This is my first fanfiction, and I have been only writing for a year (as of the 27th August, 2022).

I did not get any betas, and I do not have the time. I have a job and attend part-time school. When I get the inspiration, I write. If I am not writing, I am studying or working. I constantly rework the continuity errors and the grammar, ever so often and then I do mass updates. This story already had three mass updates, and it could honestly use some work. But it isn't too bad, it is readable. This story is due for a remaster early next year. Did you notice something wrong? Leave a comment, I will fix it eventually. Fanfiction is not a full-time hobby for me, I have other things to do.

This fic is a subtle crack-fic. There are many hidden memes and nods to other Si-Fi Fandoms in here. It was written in a manner where gradual worldbuilding takes place. It was meant to provide people with a long good read. If you are looking for a quick emotional rush, look elsewhere. This fic is not for you. The plot is also very slow as in the other upcoming books, the foundation laid here will allow for things to proceed quickly.

Many of the unusual things that happen in this story are not by chance. Always ask yourself what the bigger entities plan to do with humanity, eventually. Harry is central to their plans, so he gets a lot of help. Why is he being helped? Think carefully about it. Remember this is an alternate universe, with some differences. Some people are different, technology is about ten years ahead of the mentioned dates, and there are many other small changes. This story is not canon.

Many of the tropes in my story are outright jokes. I wanted to see if I could logically substantiate them, but you will find the usual suspects present. Not saying what they are, we are all guilty of indulging in them - Harry is very powerful and independent in this story. That is all I will say.

In this fic, we deeply explore Harry and Hermione as the 'engineer' and 'the biochemist', and they get an early start to dealing with the issues of the magical world, the way that muggleborns should have dealt with the issues - by being muggle of course. And yes, Book 2 of this series is currently out. Book 3 arrives for Christmas.

Author's Warning:

Please note: The story gets darker later on. While no graphic and detailed explanations of sexual assault are present, Death Eaters are very much killers and rapists in my story. You will find no cartoon villains here. Death Eaters have no problem discussing distasteful things or making vile threats.

The Dursley Residence:

Flamingo necked Petunia Dursley had decided that a getaway weekend at Vernon's sister, Marge, would help her to recover from the excessive amount of housework at Privet Drive. Yet, those who knew better would understand why this thought was ridiculous - Petunia did not sully herself with mindless, domestic duties. After all, what was the freak for? Harry Potter the scar-headed little boy, would do the job. His parents had been killed by some terrorist as a child, and he had nowhere to go. He would get it done. That was a general sentiment, that always pervaded the Dursley household.

So more of a slave, rather than a nephew. That was Harry Potter for you.

He was an unbecoming burden, left by the lump of his mother Lilly Potter. Surely, he could earn his keep by being useful around the house. It gave Petunia great pleasure that her late sister Lilly, witch and all had been humbled by normalcy. After all, who was responsible for the 'care' of Harry – Not the less beautiful and less intelligent Petunia? In her mind, Harry would eventually understand his place, in the order of things. His existence was so minimal that many of the folks that resided in the neighbourhood had never seen the green-eyed boy. Yet, the effort of his immaculate work was the envy of all the neighbours. Many admired the stunning flowers and the impeccably maintained lawn, and these accomplishments were the explicit results of the slavish hours the boy spent under the harsh and merciless weather.

And yet he prospered, and all this at the tender age of 8 years old. It never occurred to the buffoons at the Dursley residence, that it was rather unusual for such a small child to have that much dexterity? And at that most children that age, were rather helpless?

Harry had shown all the signs of having a gifted mind.

As far as the Dursleys were concerned, the boy's ability to handle the garden, wash the dishes, cook all the meals, complete the laundry, clean the house, perform renovations, and carry out occasional shopping at the grocery down the road, were all that mattered. Perhaps it was better if they were unobservant. Such observations about Harry's talents would only remind Petunia of her sister. Naturally, punishment for surpassing the blundering Dudley junior would be delivered with utter intensity and loathing. In a rather laughable turn of events, the incessant demands placed on Harry forced him out of his comfort zone consistently and caused an almost constant use of his brain. Of course, this did not occur in a vacuum. Harry had a secret gift that was already in use. A gift that he was blissfully unaware of, as it coursed through his body.

Magic.

Harry Potter, the son of both James and Lilly Potter, was a powerful wizard. It was Harry's link to "magic" that allowed him to learn quickly. Magic by its nature had always been shaped by the individual's intent and while he considered himself a normal boy, his desire to avoid punishment allowed him to passively utilize his magic to read and enhance his motor skills. His ability to remember long shopping lists and his exhaustive chores list also helped his general knowledge base, which was impressive for a child his age.

This passive ability – the ability to channel magic to learn quickly, could be learned by any magical individual. However, the necessity of the skill had died out, as the Wizarding world became more comfortable. As magical theory advanced over the centuries, numerous convenient spells were created, and children did not find themselves facing the harsh reality of trying to eke an existence out of little and nothing. That certainly was the reality of a magical child in medieval times.

Harry 'lovingly' received the entire nine yards of physical stress. Regularly.

No differently from how a young child may acquire multiple languages if exposed to it, it seemed that the same rules applied to magic. If the child did not acquire the ability to channel magic by intent while young and wand dependency set in, most wizards would have great difficulty with wandless magic as adults. Poor Harry Potter was already tapping a sliver of his magic wandlessly, to survive. However, Harry was too absorbed in evaluating threats within his environment to notice anything unusual. His existence was glum, and his talents were never appreciated.

Certainly, no kind words were ever given to the morose young boy.

Harry Potter was within his right to feel depressed and withdrawn, with the healthy amount of abuse and neglect he received. He often felt lonely and cried regularly in his cupboard. Such esteemed accommodations were the 'kindness' of the Dursleys - These realities took a toll on the boy's spirit and it manifested in his scruffy appearance. Harry had no sense of self-esteem and his inability to express his excellence at school, made him oblivious to the entire affair. After all, Harry could not surpass 'good ole dudders' who was Harry's elephant-sized cousin. The last time he had done well, he had received a beating that left him shocked, as he could not comprehend what he had done wrong. To avoid a repeat occurrence, he learned to "lie low".

Habitually, he would insult his intellect by doctoring his exams and refusing to read in his class. He was already two years behind similarly aged children, and was considered a lost cause. Mediocrity became a conditioned value - After all, his socialization had stressed one particular value:

"Boy! You do not exist unless you are doing cores! Or no food for you! Just let me hear a sound!"

With this behaviour now reinforced naturally, it was carried forward into his aptitude as a student.

"Nobody cares so why should I care?" was Harry's predominant maxim.

Harry was rather small for his age. He always received less at the table than Dudley Dursley, as a passive way of bolstering the self-worth of the prospective elephant. Harry soon learned to stare at the plate in an almost neutral manner, as any facial expression would be met with insults. These harsh comments were in no short supply within the four accursed walls of the kitchen, and he developed the practice of chewing quickly and swallowing, to extricate himself quickly from the toxicity.

His daily treatment made him suspicious of all adults.

Additionally, Harry had no friends, as such individuals were Dudley's target as the mandatory school bully. Harry became a withdrawn, silent child and attended school to sit in the library during recess and lunch and read his favourite books - He often used his school time to forget everything about #4 Privet Drive. He found that while he could not own any possessions that were not hand-me-downs from Dudley Dursley, nobody could own his mind.

His mind was his, and his alone to own.

Books were easily the best form of escapism that he could recklessly indulge in, without having to tolerate anyone else. Harry had always desired for powerful, wealthy people to show up and take him away from the hell that was Privet Drive. Naturally, he was attracted to stories of great kings who had accomplished much, whether they were fictional kings or historical figures that had built massive empires. He often appreciated the architecture of these periods, which often reminded the modern world of the greatness of the ancients and he wondered if he could build such a legacy one day.

He wanted to be remembered as being great – great at something. Worthy.

Harry continued to keep his head down and stumbled throughout his school term. He continued to read Science Fiction, History, and occasionally primary and even the few dusty secondary level textbooks, if only to pass time.

Could he make the time pass? Pass the time, Pass the time, Pass the time….

The question was not if Harry was intelligent - but rather if there was a necessity to explain what he knew. Harry's teacher loved to pick on him, and while he was aware that a little effort could go a long way to help his grades, he did not feel particularly inspired. Certain concepts could be understood by reading, and Harry certainly had a grasp of these subjects. Other subjects that required a person to execute skills - mathematics and reading aloud were the areas that he did not like one bit. Whatever entertained him with minimal output on his end, was utilised quite efficiently. A kind word, an investigation into his living circumstances and some remedial work were all that Harry needed to prosper, and he did not manage to come by these facilities, as he ghosted through the education system.

It was at this point somewhere in his second term of Year Four, that a rather magnificent blue-coloured bird would heed the call of Lady Magic, as she began her journey from the cold Scandinavian mountains towards wizarding England. Her partner-of-heart had been selected and she was aware that her wizard was fated to undergo immense trials and tribulations. She, as Lady Magic decreed would be his silent companion in all things to come. The 'blue bird' quickly began to alternate between lightning apparition and traditional flying to make the best time possible for her arrival, at the residence of 'her wizard', as she followed the magic trail along the planetary ley line.