The New Harry James Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

Introduction

Okay, this story is not replacing Super Hero as my main priority; I just wanted to see what people thought of it. I may add to it while I have writers block with Super Hero and I probably will choose this one to continue afterwards. Tell me what you think please…thank you.

Mr Ronald Billius Weasley,

You have been accused of the following crimes against Lord Harry James Potter-Black.

Betrayal

Theft of two thousand Galleons a month

Conspiracy of going against a Lord's Will and Testament

Knowing of a conspiracy of usage of Love potion

Planting of Evidence

Revilement of personal and confidential information

Interception and theft of correspondence

Planning the theft of two family heirlooms

Various counts of reckless endangerment

Knowledge of multiple illegal memory charms

These accusations are made worse due to various life debts you owe Lord Potter-Black.

While Lord Potter-Black could involve the Department of Magical Law Enforcement he had decided instead to invoke a blood feud against you and you alone. This allows him to take any and all action against you not involving usage of the Unforgivables and anything purposely resulting in your death. You will also be required to pay back any and all money stolen from Lord Potter-Black along with a fine of one thousand Galleons.

Yours Sincerely

Gut Ripper

Gringotts Department of Law

And

Amelia S Bones

Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

* * * * *

Mr Hermione Jane Granger,

You have been accused of the following crimes against Lord Harry James Potter-Black.

Betrayal

Theft of various rare texts from Potter and Black Vaults and Libraries

Conspiracy of going against a Lord's Will and Testament

Use of an impulse Potion on Lord Potter-Black

Revilement of personal and confidential information

Interception and theft of correspondence

Various counts of reckless endangerment

Knowledge of multiple illegal memory charms

These accusations are made worse due to various life debts you owe Lord Potter-Black.

While Lord Potter-Black could involve the Department of Magical Law Enforcement he had decided instead to invoke a blood feud against you and you alone. This allows him to take any and all action against you not involving usage of the Unforgivables and anything purposely resulting in your death. You will also be required to return all books and texts stolen from Lord Potter-Black along with a fine of one thousand Galleons.

Yours Sincerely

Gut Ripper

Gringotts Department of Law

And

Amelia S Bones

Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

* * * *

Mr Ginerva Molly Weasley,

You have been accused of the following crimes against Lord Harry James Potter-Black.

Betrayal

Theft of two thousand Galleons a month

Planning the theft of contents of Potter and Black family Vaults

Conspiracy to use of forged marriage contract between yourself and Lord Potter-Black

Conspiracy of going against a Lord's Will and Testament

Conspiracy of usage of Love potion

Conspiracy of murder/manslaughter

Planning the theft of Potter and Black family heirlooms

Various counts of reckless endangerment

Knowledge of multiple illegal memory charms

These accusations are made worse due to various life debts you owe Lord Potter-Black.

Yours Sincerely

Gut Ripper

Gringotts Department of Law

And

Amelia S Bones

Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

* * * *

The three ran down stairs of the Burrow to discover most of the Order had received such orders and official letters. Dumbledore however had worse to come in his envelope. A red envelope fell out, everyone gasped. A Howler.

DUMBLEDORE,

You lousy, cheating, manipulative, lying old fucker. I've discovered with the help of our great friends at Gringotts all the shit you've helped put me through. Oh yeah, you bastard I know, I remember your little visits to Privet Drive, I know about you paying the Dursleys to abuse me, I know it all, just so you would be my hero. Fuck you, old man.

The tests you've been arranging for me since I entered Hogwarts, the blocks on my power and wand. Well guess what goat fucker, I found out about them all, the blocks are gone, my power levels are through the roof and the tests are about to be shown, even to your most devoted followers.

Oh yes I am talking to the side of light. He allowed a Death Eater possessed by Voldemort the free roam of Hogwarts while after a fake Philosophers stone, he allowed a troll in the castle, he allowed a bitter greasy haired ex-Death Eater to teach, he allowed precious little Ginerva to be taken over by Riddle, he allowed students to be petrified…need I continue? No I think not, every little unexpected thing that's happened at Hogwarts he's known about.

Now I'm done telling off Dumb-old-fuck, onto the others. Weasleys, minus the twins, you were my family, but you were being paid off you selfish bunch of carrot heads. I loved you, Arthur and Molly, like a son loves his parents, if I had known I was paying to feel like that I wouldn't have bothered. Ron if I could go back to that train I would have willingly shook Malfoy's hand and begged to be in Slytherin. Hermione, if had known what a backstabbing bitch you were I would have let that troll have you and Ginny, I would prefer dealing with a teenaged Tom Riddle than you right now. Fuck you all.

Now for the Order. I know a few of you will be behind me, Remus, Tonks and maybe Moody. I'll tell you how to contact me. For now TTFN. There's going to be a whole lotta fun between now and school time.

The Howler shredded itself and the Burrow was in a panic. Most were scared of what they were going to do now that Harry was refusing to fight Voldemort for them, while others, those who knew Sirius and James at school were visibly shaken after hearing the tone of Harry's voice…it reminded them too much of what the Marauders sounded like when angered.

* * * *

In the room that the group called their living room Harry lay on a stained sofa, its springs were showing and if was chipped and had a burn mark on it. His head was cradled on Vikki's lap while the others sat around, Frankie the only one with any sort of medical training checking on him every now and again. The whole group agreed that Harry should be dead, various times over judging from what Sammy told them from his blood sample.

Sammy had made a small nick on Harry's finger and sucked a drop of blood, tasting it for any irregularities. He tasted not only a strong type of snake venom, but Phoenix tears. They had also discovered many scars over his body, including the one the distinguished him as Harry Potter, a fact Vikki still couldn't believe. Here was she, a dark creature holding the light saviour on her lap, though judging from his performance he wasn't totally light.

Meanwhile Harry, whose body was still recovering from having his neck blown apart, was dreaming, dreaming of how he had come from leaving Hogwarts, to where he was now.

~Flash Back~

It started before the Will, Harry had gotten bored of sitting around all day, and he hadn't been off of Privet Drive since that day at the bar. And he felt like hanging himself, not that it would do any good. He knew he couldn't die and was feeling reckless, very reckless, and so reckless in fact he felt like a visit to one of the most dangerous places for a light wizard was on the cards. Knockturn Alley.

So applying make up to his scar and pulling a hooded sweatshirt Dudley had grown out of when he was ten on, he tucked his wand up his sleeve and walked out of the house. Making his way to the corner of the street he held out his wand and thought about getting somewhere. The Knight Bus appeared, veering around the corner at its usual breakneck speed.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus-" Stan started but Harry cut him off quickly

"Save it. Leaky Cauldron and step on it." he told the conductor and driver, who nodded as Harry handed them twice as much as they asked. "As in consider this a tip if you move me up the list."

The two nodded and soon Harry was standing in front of the rundown looking pub, which was the entrance to the Wizarding equivalent to a shopping Mall. He entered smiling as no one greeted him as Harry Potter, but with suspicious looking glares. Getting through the pub and out to Diagon Alley he weaved his way through the crowds, noticing a large family of red heads, deciding not to give himself away to the elder of the clan, who without doubt would not allow him to go into Knockturn Alley.

Coming to the entrance he turned and made his way down the dark dingy Alley. Looking around, it seemed less threatening than it had been when he was twelve, or maybe it was just because he had seen scarier things since. There were book shops, pawn shops dealing in dark artefacts, apothecaries for rarer more illegal ingredients, robe shops and his eyes widened a wand shop…for custom wands.

Harry entered, it was cold, like the refrigerator isle at a supermarket. "Hello, Mr Potter." Harry whirled round, standing behind him was a near clone of Severus Snape, his potions Professor.

"S-Snape?" He stuttered worried he had been caught.

To his surprise the man threw back his head and laughed outrageously. "Severus? Pah, he wishes he had my talent. Slimy Slytherin."

Now Harry stared at the man there were obvious differences, this Snape looked younger and more cheerful, his nose wasn't long and hooked, his hair wasn't greasy and matted and his skin wasn't as waxy and sallow. His hair was cut short and spiked, while his skin was healthily tanned.

"Forgive me, Mr Potter. I am Vivian Snape, brother of your Professor by two years. But still better looking and more prone to basic hygiene, which my brother had neglected to do." the man bowed and smirked as he insulted his brother, even his smirk was friendlier, more humour went into it than his brothers mocking smirk.

"Nice to meet you." Harry shook the man's hand. "You don't seem to like your brother much."

Vivian smiled. "I don't. He hates me for being better than him, constantly trying to out do me because everything comes naturally to Me." he smirked. "I even brew better potions than him. I just make them for more-" he considered his words carefully, "-entertaining reasons."

Harry was liking this man more and more. "Like?"

"Pranks." Vivian told him simply. "I was one of your father's and his gang's main supplier of prank material. Even offered me an exclusive spot as a Marauder. I'm afraid I had to refuse, my family hated me enough as it was." he smiled at Harry confused look. "Disappointed I didn't do into Slytherin like Severus, I went to Ravenclaw, but just not good enough for my family I'm afraid. Oh well. Well what can I do for you, Mr Potter?"

"I need a custom wand." Harry told him. "Voldemort and I share wand cores, when we duel it brings on-"

"A connecting of types, yes I've heard of such things. First let me see if you have any blocks on you." he beckoned Harry forewords, who hesitated. "To make a wand perfect for you I need to see how powerful you actually are, any quirks of skills you have and more importantly, your intentions. If Death Eaters come in here, I purposely make wands that aren't that powerful, but for you I will pour every last bit of power I can into it."

"Wha-?" Harry gaped. "You serve Death Eaters?"

Vivian nodded. "Yeah, part of dealing in Knockturn Alley, but the Ministry won't let me serve in Diagon, they don't want to many people running around with more powerful custom wands. Only very well off people can afford it, like Malfoy's, LeStrange, the Blacks all have custom wands from the Darker wand dealer down the road, except old Sirius, his was the first wand I ever crafted, along with one for your dad and Remus, instead of wood I used the antlers from your dad for all of them, the core was more difficult, Sirius a tooth and tail hair from a Grim, Remus was the blood and claw from his own werewolf form and your dad, well his core was a unicorn hair wrapped around a lily." he suddenly clapped his hands together. "Let's get started."

He walked towards Harry and took Harry's wrist, there was a quick cut and Vivian was holding a small razor with Harry's blood on. Harry watched with curiosity as the man walked behind his counter and ducked under it, he came back up with a small pot about the size of a shot glass, he poured a potion into it, along with Harry blood. He then produced a quill, but it had a small hole as the top, which as Vivian dipped the quill into the potion seemed to suck it up.

Vivian then pulled out a piece of parchment and placed the quill on its tip, taking his hands away and Harry watched in fascination as the quill balanced perfectly. Vivian caught his eye and winked. "Now watch."

The Quill zipped across the page, the writing slanted and gothic looking but still legible.

Blocks- Level Ten

Abilities Weakened

Knowledge intake

Mind Master

Potions Master

Partial Metamorphagus

Energy Transformer

Grey Magic Master

Immortal

Harry gaped at the list in front of him. He could guess what most of the abilities meant, and by the look on Vivian's face they were amazing. He looked up at Harry and said two words, that coming out of the Snape Clone's mouth would have set Harry into hysterics if not for the situation. "Fuck me."

"Wh- What?" Harry gibbered.

"This is amazing." Vivian told him after a while. "Knowledge intake alone could make you unstoppable, but the Mind, Potions and Grey Magic Masteries, along with being an Energy Transformer. You my lad are remarkable." he smirked. "I can see why Dumbledore put a power block on you."

"How do you know it was Dumbledore?" Harry asked.

Vivian smirked. "Only he could gather enough magically powerful people to perform this. People he could trust and knew whose loyalties would never turn from him. I'd say himself, my dear brother and some one else who owes him a debt." Vivian rubbed his hands together. "I can't wait to make you a wand, but first I suggest you go to Gringotts, I can't take your blocks off, but the Goblins will be able to. Then come back here and I will make you your wand."

* * * *

"How do you feel, Mr Potter?" Harry looked up into the eyes of a Goblin. He was on his hands and knees in the middle of a pentagram, thirteen goblins surrounding it in a circle. "Do you wish to stop?"

"Are we done?" Harry asked. The Goblin replied negative. "How much longer?"

"We have removed six layers of the magical blocks and we aren't even started on the Memory blocks. We've been here for an hour, sixteen minutes and forty seven seconds. Let us continue."

The Goblins began chanting again and Harry dropped his head to the floor, pain, not unlike the Crutiatus curse sweeping through his body. He could feel power surging though his body being released and increased. The pain increased with each block that became undone, that according to the Goblins was his body getting used to the power and it would be easier when his Mind Magic was unlocked.

A further two and a half hours later Harry stood. His jaw set and eyes closed. The Goblins backed away as he opened his eyes, they glowed with power and fury. He had watched as Dumbledore had visited the Dursleys on his third, fifth and seventh birthday, placing the blocks on him then erasing his memory, the requests of abuse that Dumbledore made to the Dursleys in exchange for money. Harry was filled with loathing and pity for the man who was so far gone he couldn't see what was right and wrong anymore.

He smiled. One of the junior goblins backed away, while the senior stepped forewords. "As I told you before had, Mr Potter, the removal of the blocks and the pain you experienced may have caused some minor mental damage, similar to that on a victim of a prolonged torture curse, though not enough to drive into a near catatonic state it may have…well caused you to become a little unhinged."

"I can feel that, I think, this new perspective is going to serve me well. I lust for battle, for revenge, for-" his eyes lit up manically, "Chaos."

The goblin chuckled. "You sound like a goblin, Mr Potter. It suites you. are you ready for the will reading of Sirius Black?"

Harry smiled and nodded. "Yeah, let's go see what Dumbledore has to say for himself, and why he didn't tell me about the Will reading."

After the Reading

"You look different," Vivian Snape commented as Harry walked back into his shop. "I take it you had your blocks removed."

Harry nodded. "That old bastard put me under memory charms as well, I remember it all. He paid the Dursleys to abuse me not that needed much incentive." Harry grinned. "You ready for this?"

Vivian smiled, his eyes lighting up as if he were in for a treat. "Yes, now if you would come into the back. Harry followed the man through a beaded curtain and into a large room filled with books and a work counter with many boxes ad jars laid out on top of it.

"Welcome to my inner sanctum, Mr Potter. Now if you would cut your hand for me and let blood drip into this cup." he handed Harry a knife and cup. Harry slit his hand while Vivian laid out a variety of small wood chippings around the table. There were thirty in total. Harry watched as he handed the cup of blood to Vivian who took a small vial of what looked like metal filings and ground them into the blood, making a dark thick paste.

Vivian deposited it in the middle of the large circle of woods and muttered what Harry recognised as an animation spell. Harry watched in awe as the glob of blood and filings spat out seven long tendrils, each one latching on to a piece of wood.

"Well, seven, that's surprising, the most amount of wood I've ever made into a wand is five. Now lets see you have, Holly, oak, willow, a whomping willow as well, my a magical tree, we have bones in the mixture as well, my, you don't do things by half. A unicorn leg bone, as well as a Basilisk rib oh my goodness, you really are a Grey Magic Master, you have a pure being and a dark being, Dementor forearm." this will take me a while to draft." the man went to a chest and picked out seven items, longer parts of the materials Harry's blood had chosen. "Feel, free to look around my study, there might be a book that will catch your fancy."

Harry walked around the study, looking at the spines of books. Finally seeing one that was about Dark Arts he reached up and touched the spine to pull it out. In a flash he knew what was on the first four pages. Shaking his head he pulled it out and placed his hand on the cover. His hand suck into the cover and knowledge poured from the book into his mind. He was stood there with that book for about five minutes, the text engraving itself into his brain. This must be the Knowledge intake ability. He smiled. He could knock Hermione down a peg or two with this.

When he opened his eyes from processing the new knowledge Vivian was staring at him. "I see you have discovered how to use one of your talents, please look at any and all of my books you wish."

"Can many people do this?" Harry asked the man.

Vivian answered negatively. "Only one out of every billion or so, the last one was Rowena Ravenclaw." he smiled then turned back to the wand he was crafting.

Harry meanwhile was taking books out one at a time and processing their knowledge, in the hour it took Vivian to finish Harry's new wand Harry had read and memorised over three hundred spells, curses, and jinxes, he was fairly confident he would be able to make the top two hundred most complicated potions as voted by the readers of Potion Makers Weekly and he could speak Mermish, Troll, Giant and Goblin.

"Okay, the casing for your wand is ready, I've soaked it in the blood you gave me and placed a few wards on it so only you, people that are loyal and trustworthy can touch it without their hand exploding. And I mean that literally." he smiled and handed Harry the metre long hollow rod. "Now we need to decide what goes into it." Vivian brought out a large flat box, opening it Harry saw small cuttings of material, feathers, hairs, scales, vials of liquid, this man had it all.

Vivian walked over to Harry, and before Harry could to anything plucked a hair from Harry's head. Rubbing the spot the hair had come from, Harry followed the man, watching as he waved the hair slowly over the boy, the hair started thrashing about between Vivian's finger and thumb. He lowered the hair until it was over on ingredient and still thrashing. With the hand that wasn't holding the hair Vivian picked up the ingredient, his eyes wide.

"An Egyptian Death stone. I'm amazed; I only picked his up as a hunch. It's the opposite of a Philosophers stone, when cursed by a Death Stone your luck is unbelievably bad, until it becomes so bad you die, usually in extreme ways, it was one of these that caused the Muggle ship the Titanic to go down. The Captain was cursed with it." he smiled and placed the Death stone to one side. He continued waving the hair around until it stared squirming again, this time over a liquid that looked like molten metal. "I really shouldn't be surprised, Phoenix blood." he picked the vial up and continued. By the time it was over there where five substances in total, the Death Stone, Phoenix blood, a Hippogriff feather, Werewolf tooth and crystallised Dementor bone.

Vivian had stopped commenting on the rarity of the different materials and started inserting them into the wand. Harry wandered around more picking books up and reading them. After three more hours Harry had scanned most of the library and would guess he now knew more about magic than most of the students and teachers at Hogwarts.

He was just finishing a book on old Voodoo magic when Vivian tapped him on the shoulder. Harry pulled his hand out of the book and looked up at Vivian. In his hand Vivian was holding a black wand a metre long. It had a small drape of material that shimmered in the dim light of the shop.

"What's that?" Harry asked, curious.

Vivian smiled. "An invention of mine, you hold the wand and the drape spirals around your wrist. If you're disarmed a simple flick and catch and the wand is back in your hand. I fashioned it only for you."

"What's it made from? I recognize the texture and colour." Harry rubbed the material with his fingers.

Vivian Snape smiled. "It's Dementor cloak. If anyone else gets their hands on this wand, not only will their hand explode, but the drape with sting them, making them suffer the effects of a Dementor until you cast a Patronus as them."

Harry smiled, taking the wand from the man. "You're as sadistic as your Br- crap!" power swept through Harry, unblocking every pour in his body, he felt free and his magic pulling around him. "Crap, what a rush."

Vivian smirked. "Wrap the cloak fragment around your wrist and think about having a bracelet instead of a wand." Harry did so and soon he was wearing leather like bracelet. "I wouldn't test out in the field yet, stay at home and cast a few first year spells for first month until you get used to controlling the power of a big boys wand."

Harry smiled at Vivian. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Any family of the Marauders is family of mine. And as long as keep fighting the good fight, you will always be welcome here. You ever need help, don't hesitate to call."

~End Flashback~

Harry shot up. His eyes opened wide. He looked around everything around him a haze. He rolled off of what ever he had been laying on coughed up blood. Damned bitch Bellatrix had blown his throat apart, attempt number eight. He thought, not actually his fault this time though. Then he remembered, the girl at the bar had been in trouble. "Fuck." he muttered as he looked up, he saw the group gazing at him. "Er, hi." he muttered lamely.

"Hi, he says." one mutters. "He saved our lives, gets killed and then says hi." he smirks. "I like him." Harry frowned; there was something odd about the boy. He had two long sharp canine teeth and his eyes glinted orange. He wore sleeveless tail coat with band patches and chains sewn onto it. His arms were covered in tattoos and a bullet belt was slung over his torso. His hair was long, with bleach blonde tips. "Hi, I'm Sammy."

Harry stared at the boy, his eyes showing confusion, and then it rushed back to him. "Vampire?" Harry stated, recalling one of the books he had scanned in Vivian's shop. "You don't drink human though." he muttered. "Which is a good thing, I suppose."

Sammy looked amazed. "H- How did you know?"

"Teeth, eyes. Wrong colour for human drinker." Harry told him.

There was a snort and Harry turned to see a dark boy wiping his face off with a towel, dark make up came away revealing the colour of a dead man. His hair was in dreadlocks and pulled back into a rough pony tail. He wore a black button up shirt with a Chinese dragon on the side, suit trousers and Vans skate shoes. "Smart for a wizard."

Harry smirked. "I remember you, quite the prick."

"His name's Rastie. I apologise for his manners. I think they died when he did and forgot to come back with him." the boy had a head of dark purple spikes. He had a leather jacket over his shoulder and a black t-shirt on; the lower half of his torso was taped up with black duck tape. He wore leather pants along with knee pads and boots with flames going up the side. "I'm Frankie by the way."

"Are you okay, Harry?" Harry turned and looked to see Vikki sitting over him. "Do you remember me?"

"Vikki, right?" Harry questioned. "Great seeing you again." he smiled taking in the black hair with violent green streaks in, black lipstick, eye liner and nail polish along with the lace bodice and tartan short skirt she wore. "Where am I?"

"You're at our hideout." Harry turned and had to double take, what seemed to be a shorter version of Vikki was sitting next to her. The Vikki clone had red and blue hair instead of Vikki's black and green, her hair was also shoulder length where as Vikki's was down to her waist. She wore a black flowing dress which reminded Harry of the wife from the Adams Family. "You're about half a mile away from the bar."

"Yeah way to go Katie, tell him where we are, what's the point of having a hideout if we can't you know hide out in it." Rastie spat. "He's probably going to lead his precious Dumbledore here to kill us or exterminate us."

Harry scowled at Rastie when a voice got his attention. "Chill, Dead head. He saved our asses and used an Unforgivable. I doubt he'll care about our heritage." Harry turned to see two other girls watching Harry carefully. One had blonde hair that was scruffily cut (think Halle Berry's in Cat woman), she wore tight skinny jeans and a tight white shirt which showed her black bra underneath and her mid section. She wore a very loose red school tie around her neck. Her make up was very colourful; her eyes shadowed with green and her lips a sparkly baby blue.

The other had a t-shirt proclaiming the name Metallica; the sleeves were cut off showing her arms to be covered in fishnet sleeves and ended in fingerless leather gloves. She wore Denim cut offs which stopped high enough to see the tops of the hold up nylons she was wearing. The nylons themselves covered in ladders.

"Hi." the school girl dress up smiled. Her blue lips perking up wards. "I'm Rita and this is Nina."

Harry rubbed his eyes them clambered to his feet massaging his throat. "You wouldn't have any water?" he asked, his voice hoarse. "It appears re-growing most of your neck gives you a sore throat."

"How exactly did you survive that?" Sammy asked. "I mean as you pointed out, I'm a vampire, but even my species couldn't have survived that. What are you?"

Harry smirked. "Not something I hear often." he told them. "I have no idea how I lived through that…or came back to life or whatever I just did, but you should be thankful. Bella and Lucius would have killed you straight out."

And trust me, we do appreciate that, and we being what we are can appreciative being…" Sammy stopped for a moment finding the right word. "Different." he concluded. "As we want is a safe place to stay and live."

Harry smirked. "I could help you there." a plan slowly forming in his mind.