Chapter 1- "WH-who are you?"
August 23, 1988
Harry felt... strange.
He woke up in the middle of the night, and he didn't feel pain. He knew that a lot of the bones in his body were broken by his uncle again the day before, and he went to sleep with a headache, his ears ringing, and the feeling that he had to throw up.
Why doesn't he feel any of that now?
He didn't know why, but for as long as he remembered, he's been hated by his relatives, and they tried steering other people away from helping him by telling everyone that he's a troublemaker, and a nuisance. So everyone kept a distance from him, except his cousin and his friends, who beat him up if he didn't find somewhere to hide in time.
While laying there thinking, he realized that something else strange had just occurred. Usually when he spends too long thinking, he gets a headache, but now, he felt as if he was free to think clearly for the first time.
"You up yet?"
Harry froze stiff. He was in a cupboard underneath the stairs, so no one else should be able to be in there with him. He then realized that it wasn't dark, and he was actually laying on something very soft.
Opening his eyes, he looked at the large white space that he was in. It was devoid of anything but the bed he was laying in.
"Oh good, you are." The voice spoke again, jovially.
Turning his head towards the voice, he found a handsome man sitting on a simple wooden chair.
He had a short black beard and long messy black hair to match. He wore a long black trench coat, with a black turtleneck, black trousers and black loafers.
What really grabbed Harry's attention was the man's green eyes and the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
"Wh-who are you?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"I'm you."
"... what?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"I am Harrison James Potter."
"My name is Harry Potter. I don't have a middle name, and my first name isn't that long." Harry denied, sitting up.
"Hmm, even with all of your binds removed, your lack of a proper education and constant blows to your head isn't helping. You're ignoring our similarities. Only the transfer will help you now."
"Binds? Transfer? What are you talking about, and where am I?" Harry questioned, getting more agitated.
"Well first, you are currently in a space between spaces. A void." Harrison said gesturing around him.
"Why did you bring me here?" Harry's irritation at the older man making him take the information in stride.
"To put it simply, it's your turn."
"My turn for what?"
Harrison got more comfortable in his seat before he began.
"You see Harry, even though I don't look a day over 30, I'm actually several thousands of years old. I've loved and I've lost in all of those years, and I've had so many children and descendants. My magic only continued to grow in those years, to the point where I can't die." He started solemnly before he perked up.
"That is to say, I couldn't die. Without my magic, my body would quickly turn into dust. So I've searched through several different universes that has it's version of Harry Potter, and chose yours, more specifically, you. So I would transfer to you a vast majority of my power, but save a little for myself to quickly return home and die there."
With all of this information swimming in his eight year old head, Harry just became more frustrated and confused.
"What are you on about?! Just speak clearly, you nutter!"
Harrison didn't answer. Instead, he simply waved his hand and Harry fell back on the bed, unconscious.
-YT-
Watching the small boy fall back onto the bed, Harrison just shook his head.
"I get this is a very confusing situation, but the frustrated rant of a child is very annoying."
It really didn't take Harrison long to decide which Harry to pass on his power to.
Several were raised by their parents, which either made them grow to be kind and strong, or to be egotistical bastards.
Then there were others where they were raised by their grandparents. They became the ultimate purebloods, even to the point they become blood adopted by their grandparents and no longer a halfblood.
This Harry is the first he's found that was being severely hindered and abused, and he made his choice immediately.
Using his wand to connect his core with Harry's, he immediately began the transfer. It took a long time to do so, due to the vast amount of power he had but he finally managed to store most of his power.
Now sat in the chair was an old, trembling man.
"Now for the knowledge."
Slowly raising his shaking hand, he brought his wand to his temple and connected a stream to Harry's head. It took even longer to do so, because he was basically copying his knowledge, and pasting it in Harry's mind. Several millennia of experience needed to be scanned and copied.
Once he was done, he laughed to himself.
"Finally, I can rest."
Using what little magic he had left, he sent Harry back to the cupboard under the stairs, then he transported back to his universe.
Making it back to the barren wasteland that is Earth he sat and waited for his oldest friend.
Earth was a sentient being, and she had enough of her inhabitants polluting her body, so she released a virus that would wipe them out so she can start from scratch.
Humans, seeing that there was no way their race could survive there, decided to move to other planets and moons leaving Earth barren of nature after they raided it for all of it's resources.
Now it serves as a prison. Instead of keeping prisoners near innocents, they transport them to Earth, and let them live off the land.
"Ah, hello old friend." Harrison greeted warmly.
A dark hooded entity appeared in front of him, a scythe in hand.
"Hello, master. It is finally your time. Are you ready?"
Harrison gave a jovial laugh that devolved into a vicious cough before he answered. "I've been ready for centuries, old bean. You know that."
"Then let us not delay further, master."
The figure reached their hand out and helped Harrison to his feet as they both faded from that plane of existence with Harrison saying one last thing.
"Thank you for waiting so long, Death."
-YT-
Harry sat up with a gasp, bumping his head on the stairs.
He felt amazing!
He felt powerful, like nothing can stop him!
It was finally time for him to be free of this prison.
Tentatively crawling out of the cupboard, he looked around and saw that he could somehow see perfectly clear. Even with his glasses off.
'I guess Harrison wore glasses just for the look.'
Silently casting a tempus charm, Harry realized that it was three in the morning.
He immediately sat on the floor, and began meditating.
All of the knowledge that was given to him is currently a jumbled mess. He believed that Harrison did this on purpose so that Harry could use Occlumency to fix it himself.
So that's what Harry did for the next hour. He organized his new and old memories and he fortified his mental barriers.
By doing so, he realized three things. One is that Harrison taught himself to unconsciously channel magic into his eyes whenever it's dark.
Two is that something dark and foreign is just sitting behind the scar on his forehead.
Three is that he realized something shocking about his past.
His aunt, Petunia, had constantly told him that his mother was a whore, his father a drunk and that they both died in a car crash.
Now that his mind is perfectly organized, he's able to think back and remember exactly what happened.
Flashback
James Potter was sitting with Lily Potter in the living room of Godric's hollow, both parents watched happily as their son played with Dorea Potter, his grandmother.
Suddenly James tensed up and jumped to his feet, drawing his wand.
"The wards! They're here!" James shouted.
"But how?!" Dorea Potter said, grabbing baby Harry and picking him up.
"Wormtail! The damned rat betrayed us!" James deduced. "Take Harry and go! I'll hold them off!"
"James, that's insane!" Lily cried out.
"JUST GO!" James commanded, the two women shared a look before doing as they were told and ran upstairs and into Harry's bedroom just as they heard the sound of spell fire downstairs.
"Dear Merlin!" Dorea whispered to herself as she and Lily put Harry in the crib.
"It's alright" Lily said, giving a kiss on the forehead to a confused Harry. "Everything's going to be alright."
"No matter what happens, we are not letting him lay a hand on him." Dorea vowed.
"Without a doubt." Lily agreed immediately as she cut her palm with her hand nails, it was painful but it had to be done.
She rubbed a drop of her blood over Harry's heart.
"I-I'm going to have to sacrifice myself."
Thinking of the ritual she had come across to save her son. She would sacrifice her life willingly for her child, that was the most important part of the ritual.
"No Lily, let me do it." Dorea said "I'm the one who helped you find the ritual, and I'm already an old woman on my way out of this word. The child needs me less than he needs you."
Dorea said as she repeated the process Lily did.
"I can't-" Lily was cut off by the door blasting off of it's hinges. During the disorientation from the blast, a spell was quickly sent into the room and hit Lily right in the chest, making her crumple to the floor.
Dorea gasped in shock at Lily's fall, while the creepy hooded figure walked in. His robes were tattered, cuts showing on his exposed skin, leading the woman to believe that James put up an amazing fight. She felt pride in knowing her only son fought off and defeated multiple opponents and managed to cause so much damage to such a powerful opponent.
"Good evening, Lady Black." He greeted in a slow and creepy voice. "Step aside."
"I refuse, monster!" Dorea Black-Potter spat as she now stood tall in front of him in all her pure blooded grace. "You will not harm my grandchild!"
"Oh? I won't?" An amused Voldemort asked.
"No. I refuse to allow it, peasant."
"Peasant?!" Voldemort yelled, incredulous. "I am Lord Voldemort! You will show me proper respect! I demand it so!"
He fired a cruciatus curse at Dorea, which she batted aside with her wand.
"Hmph." Dorea responded in contempt. "You are no Lord. Just a little boy pretending."
In a rage, Voldemort fired dark spell after spell at Dorea. Dorea easily matched his ferocity, even in the small baby room they were in.
'How is this old woman even stronger than her son?!' Voldemort thought angrily. 'I'm losing too much magic, and it won't be long until she somehow defeats me!'
As the duel raged on, Voldemort took notice of his target standing in his crib, likely intrigued by the different colored lights that the spells gave off.
Thinking quickly he fired a killing curse in the baby's direction. Voldemort believed that his opponent would likely jump in front of the curse, having no time to properly moved her wand to redirect the curse.
Just like he planned, Dorea saw the danger her grandson was in, and jumped in front of the curse, all the while hiding a triumphant smirk. The protection ritual requires her to willingly die. Her life force will be used power the runes drawn onto his chest using blood as she collapsed to the ground, dead.
A semiwinded Voldemort strode over both bodies, and looked down at the baby.
He was a bit surprised at seeing this baby up close, because it was looking at him with an expression as close to rage as a mere babe it's age could produce. This child was certainly going to be powerful. Too powerful.
"What a pity." He said as he aimed his wand at baby Harry. "You could have been a great follower, my heir, but I cannot have anyone oppose me. Goodbye child." The killing curse shot from his wand but Voldemort's eyes widened as he saw it hit the child before returning to him in the space of two seconds.
Voldemort's body vanished, leaving his robes and wand on the floor, the power behind the spell leaving Harry panting.
Several minutes passed before the first person entered the home.
Severus Snape immediately ran too the body of Lily. He checked her vitals to see if she was alive, before he began groping her breast, an obsessed expression on his face. Before he could lift the sweater she was wearing he heard someone coming in his direction. He placed a kiss on Lily's mouth and several more all over face, before taking a deep whiff of her hair and dove out the window. Anti-apparation wards were still firmly in place.
The next person to arrive was Sirius Black. Barging into the room, red eyes from crying, he saw Lily on the ground and he bursted into renewed tears. As he cradled her body, he looked up at the other body, and he recognised her, sobbing even harder.
"No!" Sirius cried out, gently lowering Lily down before he rushed over to Dorea Potter.
"Wake up! Please wake up!" He begged the woman."You are the only woman I recognize as my mother, so please don't leave just yet! You and Charlus accepted me for me, and showed me more love than my birth family!"
He checked her pulse, and an ocean of tears erupted from his eyes as he hugged the body against himself firmly.
Minutes later after being all cried out, Sirius finally noticed Harry and immediately rushed to the him. He leaned against the railing and looked at him.
"Harry?" He spoke softly. "Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?" He said as he used his wand to get rid of the blood that poured from his forehead. "It's alright now. I'm here. It's me, Padfoot. Uncle Paddy. I'll get you to safety, okay? I'll raise you as if you were my own, but I'll make sure you don't forget who your real parents are."
He cradled Harry until he heard someone else enter the home. He placed Harry in his crib, and readied his wand.
"Sirius!" A surprised voice blurted out, Sirius relaxed and lowered his wand when he saw who it was. "Are you alright?"
"No, Dumbledore, I am not!" Sirius shook his head. "I've called the aurors and the medics, they should be here soon. I need to get Harry checked by the Medi-Witches before getting him to safety."
"I'm sorry Sirius, but I cannot allow that."
Dumbledore said, flicking his wand and hitting Sirius with a body bind spell.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" Sirius shouted, despite his sore throat.
"Once again Sirius, I'm sorry, but for the sake of the Greater Good things have to be set in motion, and you being there for Harry would hinder those plans, if not ruin them entirely." Said Dumbledore as he made his way over to the baby, after silencing Sirius, and performed a few scans.
"Hmm." Dumbledore said with a thoughtful face. "So Harry is the Child of Prophesy, and this cut is Tom marking him as his equal. It would also seem that there's a piece of his soul in that cut. Did Tom do it by accident?"
Suddenly remembering that he wasn't alone, Dumbledore turned his wand to Sirius and fired an imperius curse at him.
"Imperio. You will track down Peter Pettigrew and kill him. Obliviate." He said and the memory of everything since Dumbledore entered disappeared, while his memory was gone, he would still obey the actions of the imperius curse.
Dumbledore immediately disillusioned himself and fired the imperius again, just in case, then released the body bind on Sirius as the man shook his head to clear it up.
"Sirius?" A surprised voice spoke and Sirius got up to see Hagrid entering the room.
"Hagrid? What are you doing here?" Sirius asked.
"Professor Dumbledore sent me." Hagrid replied. "Wanted me to get the youngin' to a safe place."
"But I'm Harry's godfather. It's my responsibility to-" Sirius said before the compulsion charm kicked in, interrupting his train of thought.
"Sorry Sirius, just following orders." Hagrid said.
"It's alright, look, just take my flying motorbike. It's outside. I'd rather you not use a portkey with a possibly injured baby. I have to go do something important, I'll be back for him later." Sirius said, he handed Harry to Hagrid after giving him a quick kiss on the head. He then left, as quick as possible.
"C'mon little feller." The sensitive half-giant sniffed. "Let's get ya somewhere safe."
A little while later, Hagrid arrived at Privet Drive where he met Dumbledore.
"Ah, hello Hagrid." Dumbledore greeted. "I trust the ride was well?"
"Yes sir. Little 'arry was awake the whole ride, silent as a log though." Hagrid answered.
"Thank you Hagrid." Dumbledore smiled. "May I have young Harry?"
"Yes sir." Hagrid said as tears dripped down his eyes, sad for the poor boy who just lost his family. He gave Harry a little kiss on the forehead before handing him to Dumbledore.
"Goodbye 'arry."
Hagrid looked at the extremely normal neighborhood they were currently standing in front of and he remembered something important. "Um, sir?"
"Yes, Hagrid."
"Um, Professor McGonagall expressed how terrible these muggles were years ago, and I remember young Lily explaining just how much her sister hated her for having magic. I don't think Harry would be-"
"Hagrid." Dumbledore interrupted with a smile. "Please trust that I have a good reason."
"Ah, and Professor McGonagall?" Hagrid asked tentatively. Usually he was one to never question Dumbledore, but the sheer anger Professor McGonagall showed when talking about those muggles surprised him that day.
"I will explain things to Minerva as soon as I'm able."
"... very well." Hagrid nodded, even though it was clear he was uncomfortable with the idea.
"I'll see you at Hogwarts then." Dumbledore dismissed.
After one last glance at Harry, he drove back into the sky towards Hogwarts.
"Ah, Hagrid." Dumbledore chuckled. "So simple, yet so loyal."
He turned and began walking down the street with Harry in his arms.
"Hello young Harry, I must admit you are an adorable baby. Such a shame that while you are the Child of Prophesy, you also have a piece of Voldemort's soul in your head. Right behind the place he marked you as equal. My original plan was to raise you to become a fitting replacement for my legacy. My heir, so to speak. But now I have to change those plans. Look at me, having a conversation with a baby. Fortunately, you won't remember a thing.
"Yes, I can see a proper plan now. You fight Voldemort with little to no training and die. Then I come in and finish the job. I will be hailed for defeating two Dark Lords, and I could potentially grow my influence more than Gellert ever could. Isn't it great when a plan comes together?"
He stopped and looked down at the gurgling baby.
"Sadly you must die, the prophecy clearly says so:
'The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches...
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...
And the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the dark lord knows not...
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...
The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
He continued walking. "Though to be honest, I do think it's a shame. I was always rather fond of James and his friends. Ah, and Severus, it's a shame that he has to be a spy for Voldemort, but how else was the Dark Lord to know about the prophesy?"
He stopped again. "By Merlin, my mind is clearly addled in my old age. Revealing everything to a baby, though I suppose it's just nice to finally be able to tell someone my plans. Even though you won't remember it." He chuckled to himself, then continued walking.
"Now young Harry, in order for the new plans I've thought up to be complete, you must come to Hogwarts, but you must come abused and pliable. You must see Hogwarts as a Safe Haven, and you must see me as your savior. I think a charm to increase your relatives' emotions will help. In all honesty, it does nothing more than speed up their feelings towards you. Ah, here we are." Dumbledore said as he stopped outside Number Four Privet Drive.
He transfigured a small pebble into a basket and placed Harry into it. He then placed a letter on top.
"I apologise Harry, truly I am, but this is for the Greater Good." Dumbledore said, then turned and walked away.
Flashback end
Harry's rage was immense. Thankfully, his Occlumency calmed him down before his magic begun to spike.
Some old fool instrumented things in a way to have his family be killed!
Thankfully his parents are still alive, but his grandmother was killed. Not to mention that creepy man who touched his mother in such a disgusting manner.
Harry didn't know when, or how, but he swore to destroy them both. Right now, he needed to plan.
To distract himself from the anger he's feeling, he decided to sort through all the information in his mind again.
In doing so, he found that Harrison didn't share anything about the future. He knew only certain things like where Diagon Alley is, and who the current Minister for Magic is, as well as the current Head of the DMLE.
What was mostly shared was power and how to control it, as well as Allspeak, so he can speak any language spoken to him. He also knew the proper etiquette of an insane amount of cultures.
As he spent so much time meditating, he didn't realize the time, until he heard a loud screeching.
Turning his head, he found his "dear aunt Petunia" racing towards him with a broom, ready to hit him.
"FREAKS AREN'T ALLOWED OUT WITHOUT PERMISSION!"
Dodging all swings directed towards him he thought about what the appropriate reaction should be to this attack on his person. As he pondered on this, he heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs.
"What is wrong, Pet? Is there an intruder?" The walking whale known as Vernon.
"Look! The bloody freak somehow got out and now he's not taking his punishment as he should!" Petunia screeched.
As Vernon turned an impressive shade of purple, he waddled towards Harry as fast as could, his arms outstretched. Before he could reach him, Harry held his hand out and stopped Vernon's movement.
Seeing this, Petunia was about to scream again until she realized she can't. She was also frozen.
Twisting his hand in a dismissive, or blasé fashion, Harry made both their heads twist as two sickening snaps was heard. He let both of their lifeless bodies fall on the ground.
Debating with himself for a moment, he decided to use Necromancy and bring them back to life completely.
They both got up hastily, panic and a healthy amount of fear in their eyes. When they both realized where they were, they both broke down into tears. Vernon vomited.
Feeling facetious, Harry asked, "So, how was Hell?"
Through her tears, Petunia managed to stutter out an answer. "I-i-it was horrid! *hick* I-I thought w-we were d-doing a good th-thing by *hick* by trying to b-beat that freakishness out of y-you!"
She suddenly felt a force dragging her straight towards Harry. Clamping a strong hand around her throat, he forced her to look him in his glowing eyes.
"You stupid, willfully ignorant, bitter bitch!" He snarled. "You can't beat magic out of someone! THEY'RE BORN WITH IT! That would be like me beating you so you could stop being a woman!"
He slammed her into the ground, knocking all of the air out of her lungs.
Vernon had just managed to stop his sobbing when he looked up and saw furious green eyes looking down at him.
"And you, Vernon? How was Hell for you?"
He whimpered pathetically.
Harry dropped him next to Petunia. "I won't kill you two... again."
"Y-you won't?" Petunia asked hopefully.
"No. No matter how much I want to, I won't." Harry said calmly.
"Why?" Vernon asked, only to get a glare from Petunia for asking such a stupid question.
"Why?" Harry chuckled. "Because now that you know you're going to Hell when you die, it's going to slowly eat at you. Knowing that no matter what you do, you are going to take a one way trip to eternal torture. That's enough revenge for me."
He then used his magic to grow and age himself to what he would look like in his mid-20s. Long hair tied into a messy bun, clean shaven face, and no glasses. All black outfit consisting of combat boots, jeans, turtleneck, and trench coat.
"I'll be leaving now. Expect an old bearded poofter to make a visit in a couple hours. Number Four, Privet Drive is not my home."
A large flash exploded around them as the Blood Wards crumbled. After tossing a calming spell at the Dursleys, he dropped the silencing barrier he put up when Petunia first came down, then apparated out the Dursley home.
A/N: New fic!
I hate reading Hagrid's West Country accent, so I'm not going to write it.