A/N Warning Potential Dark scene.

Dumbledore groaned to himself. First he had the mysterious General Pendragon. Now he was denied access to the Potter Vaults when someone claimed Lordship of the House of Potter. He had to find Harry Potter, for the greater good...

Leaky Cauldron

"What to we have here," called out Harry in the middle of a room filled with dark wizards and witches, hags, werewolves and vampires. They're conversation dropped when they saw him, and some even panicked. A cloaked boy, trailed by two wraiths, General Pendragon has come.

"How did you even get here," screamed out a werewolf. That must have been the pack leader since the others grabbed their wands and bared their teeth. The vampires hissed in either displeasure or fear. And the hags were screeching, that annoying sound.

A vampire, most likely the Coven Master stood up from where he was seated.

"How did you find this place, and you are stupid if you think you can take us head on," he screamed cockily earning him a round of applause.

"I came alone," announce Harry, which confused his opponents. Why would a boy come alone. Except if...

"And I will leave no survivors," added Harry drawing his sword. Some panicked and tried to apparate away to no avail. Harry grinned manically, as he watched some stand defiantly while others tried to flee.

"Some of you may have heard the rumors. They are all true. Enjoy the last couple seconds of your miserable life."

Harry took of a mask, and flaming blood red eyes were revealed. "Scream for me," he hissed as he descended upon them.

The werewolves were the first to charge, jumping from above, knives, wands, and axes in their hands. Some of the dark wizards casted some nasty curses and hexes, but he dodged them as he decapitated a werewolf.

Harry was like a demon as he killed one by one. Sometimes he would kill in pairs or trio but he never gave mercy.

It was amazing. He lost himself to the slaughter as he laughed in glee when sliced, stabbed, and tortured his enemies. Their blood began to cover his face as his blood-lust seemed to be truly unleashed. The hall that was filled with dark creatures was now filled with corpses, some charred, others without limbs and heads, and some were just shreds.

Harry awoke quietly, eyes wide open. Goddammit, the curse, he thought to himself as he began to wake his cousins. He woke them up and guess what was on the front page?

Potter Lordship Reclaimed?

By Reta Skeeters

There are rumors circulating that that there is a new Lord Potter. The goblins are unwilling to have an interview, but it is rumored that the Lord may be Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived who disappeared 4 years prior. The Goblins did tell us that the Potter vaults have increased considerately, in muggle pounds and galleons. An account that only had 15 million pounds have increased to almost 69 million galleons. What we know from the Goblins is that the new Lord Potter sure knows his economics.

Harry read the article quickly before throwing it away. They were quickly packing, having practiced magic for a week.

"Anyone seen my toothbrush?" asked Artemis, looking around. Bec grinned, and took out the brush from her mouth giving it to him.

"Why do you always take my stuff?" complained Artemis, to which Bec just smiled evilly.

"Because I can."

Harry poked his head in. "You two better hurry up," warned Harry," we are leaving in 10 minutes and you better not make us late.

10 Minutes Later

Harry apparated them directly into a compartment. They begun to immediately customize the room. Artemis placed a lock charm on the door. Bec expanded the room and made a fireplace, and created a bunch of couches.

Students slowly began to fill the other compartments, until a bushy bookworm knocked.

"Harry, is this someone we can let in?" asked Bec as she looked outside. Harry's heart raced as he saw Hermione. He wanted to go outside and hug her, but he can't since it has to happen in the future.

"Let her in, and the group of girls coming in too. Tell them the compartment is save from Draco Annoyance."

Bec opened the door and smiled. "Can I come in," asked Hermione. Sure and Hermione's eyes widened at the size of the room. Bec peeked at the Hallway seeing a group of girls chatting to each other complaining about the Malfoy Brat.

"That 'lil prick dares to tell us what to do," fumed Daphne, her cold mask breaking.

"Hey," called out Bec," I heard you are complaining about Malfoy. You can join us if you want to." The girls obliged, and immediately noticed the sheer size of the room.

"Hi," said the group as they all began to sit down. Most of them were either chatting or complaining about Draco or the latest article on the House of Potter.

Harry quietly observed the group and smiled to himself. Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Tracy Davis, Hermione Granger, Padma and Parvati Patil, and Daphne Greengrass. He was not sure if they were raised blood-supremacist but he hoped not.

"Pureblood or Mudblood," said Harry bluntly. Harry was happy about the reaction.

Instantly the girls were up rage evident in their faces, wand held up high. Even Daphne face betrayed a hint of rage.

"Great," commented Susan annoyed,"we escaped one Blood Supremacist to end up with another."

"How dare you," screamed Tracy," for saying that. My mother is one, and if you comment on that I'll make you pay.

However Harry did something they did not expect. He laughed. "I like you," he said, looking at Bec," I told you they weren't blood supremacists. Happy?"

Bec nodded satisfied with the response.

"I'm sorry about that," apologized Harry," but I had to make sure none of you believed in the entire Pureblood thing. From your reaction now I know. These are my cousins Artemis Fowl, and Bec Grady. What are yours?"

They each gave their name introducing each other.

"What's your name?" asked Daphne," you haven't given us your name."

Harry smiled at this part. He was going to love this. "That part is tricky. You have to promise a couple of things."

"And they would be," asked Padma.

"That you will tell no one what my name is. It can answer 4 year old questions. That you will enter the same house as I and my cousins are going into. If you want to survive follow these terms. If you do not want to know, then leave."

The girls argued with each other but agreed. They were child-hood friends each of them except Hermione.

"You agreed?" Each girl nodded.

"Good". He raised his ring for them all to see. "I am currently Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. My name is Harry, but you may now me as the Boy-Who Lived, retired senior agent of the muggle and magical FBI."

He loved their reactions. Some gasped, the rest left their mouths open. But one not convinced.

"Prove it," said Daphne skeptically, with raised eyebrows. To prove his point he showed his badge, and disillusioned himself. "Happy?", asked Harry to which Daphne nodded.

"I spent my childhood in a safe place. I was not captured by former death eaters. I'll answer questions later once we are in a house. Now about Houses, since you all agreed which house are we going into. For me Slytherin and Gryffindor are out."

Each of the girls thought about it. "Ravenclaw," said Padma, to which everybody agreed.

"Ravenclaw it is."

"So," said Harry clasping his hand together and smiling," can anyone tell me some of the most outrageous claims you have read or heard"

"They said you were dead," commented Tracy.

"Trained by Merlin," butted in Parvati.

"Killed hundreds of Dark Wizards," interrupted Hannah.

Harry laughed at every detail. He should have known, the scale of the claims, but it was always funny.

"None of that is true," commented Harry," but I did serve in the US military, and the FBI, CIA, and other agencies.

That was also the moment Draco and his Gorilla Bodyguards decided to barge in.

"You can't escape me", he said arrogantly,"you should know better than that Blood Traitors and Half-Bloods."

That's when he noticed Harry and his cousins. He walked over to Harry. "Scoot over will you," commanded Draco, to which Harry refused.

"I think not," said Harry," and I find it rude that you barge in, insult my guests, and act as though you own the place."

"I'm a Malfoy and I can do that."

"No you cannot, now leave." With a snap Draco and his bigots were blasted through the door.

"Wait until our father hears about this," screamed Malfoy as he ran away, cursing them all.

"That was fun." Said Tracy to which everybody laughed.

When the train stopped at Hogsmeade station, they were immediately placed on boats and directed by Hagrid.

Harry went on a boat with Hermione, Daphne, Susan, and Tracy. His cousins went with the Padma and Parvati. He could hear Hermione comment about Hogwarts from her favorite book Hogwarts a History, did he miss her voice.

When they were on the castle door, stern faced Professor McGonegal was there the same as usual, giving the same speech as last time.

They made it into the Great Hall already filled with students, chatting with their respective heads. Thousands and thousands of candles were floating in the sky like last time. Before the Professor's Table was a stool with the Sorting Hat on top of it. It broke like last time:

Oh you may not think me pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!

When the hat was done singing the students broke into applause. Harry looked at each teacher, Snape, Voldie Quirrel, and Dumbles. Great.

Professor McGonegal began to place people in their houses. Hannah and Susan were placed in Ravenclaw. Terry Boot was sorted into Hufflepuff, with Mandy Brucklehurst. Lavender Brown was the first person to be sorted into Gryffindor. Millicent Bulstrode was the first sorted into Slytherin. The list went on and on until it reached his cousin. Tracy was sorted into Ravenclaw.

"Fowl, Artemis," called out Professor McGonegal, to which Bec and Harry gave in a slap on the shoulder and a high five. The Irish among the groups gasped in fear at the name. Fowl's haven't been seen in Britain ever since the great Famine. He was sorted into Ravenclaw too. The list went on, with Harry barely listening but observing the group. Ron was talking while looking around the group. Most likely looking for me, thought Harry bitterly.

However the reaction was greater when Bec was called. At the reaction of "Grady, Bec," almost every Pureblood gasped. They started to mutter among themselves, as she approached the stool like a pureblood lady she was. Good, thought Harry to himself, she remembered the crash course.

She too, was sorted into Ravenclaw, avoiding the muttering of their peers, and instead broke into conversation with Susan and Hannah. Daphne, and Hermione followed their new or old friends to their house. The list went down with Draco being sorted into Slytherin, the Patil twins into Ravenclaw, and Pansy again, into Slytherin.

"Potter, Harry," called out Professor McGonegal, and instantly the hall became silent. He took it as his moment while he walked to the stool. Halfway there, to avoid the quizzical look of Professor McGonegal, he disillusioned himself with his Potter ring. Harry muttered to himself as he heard the whispering.

"Potter, Harry did she say?"

"THE Harry Potter?"

Harry sat down on the stool as he felt the hat cover his head. He was also aware that Dumbledore was watching him.

"Harry!", thought Dumbledore. Alive and healthy, but that wouldn't help for the greater good. He needed him weak, loyal. Muttering to himself he tried to influence the sorting hat to sort him too the right direction...

Hm, smart, very smart, said the sorting hat in his head. Even with your shields you scream Ravenclaw. The Headmaster wants you to be sorted into Gryffindor but I'll be Gryffindor. Please not Gryffindor, begged Harry.

"Not Gryffindor eh," screamed out the Hat," Better be Ravenclaw!"

The Reaction was priceless. Gryffindor's face looked at him in disbelief, and the Ravenclaw was silent as he approached the Table. Dumbledore looked furious, as his plan was sorted again. However what nobody expected was that the Fowl and the Grady, historical enemies were smiling and clapping.

"You two owe me 5 galleons, cousins of mine," called out Harry, which dropped the second Bombshell, as he walked to sit down with them.

"I told you two I'll be sorted into Ravenclaw."

The other houses were muttering to himself as they heard that. Potter having cousins, and related to the Fowl's and Grady's!.

Grudgingly they gave them the bags as he sat down. "So having fun," he asked the crowd," because I sure can use some steak."

Weasley was sorted into Gryffindor and Blaise Zabini was the last one to be sorted, going into Slytherin.

Dumbledore made his way to the front, as he said those crazy words again as the banquet started.

Instantly the tables were filled with food, and with his delight a plate was filled with steaks. They each dug in their food, with Artemis eating fried chicken wings, Harry eating steak, Bec having Sushi? Daphne enjoying some meatballs, and the rest eating some chicken or porkchops.

"Urgh, that Weasly sure doesn't have any table manners," commented Susan, as she had the discomfort of watching Ron eat. Harry turned around as he saw Ron stuff himself with food.

"That is disgusting," commented Bec, her face contorted in disgust," even you Harry had the manners of eating proper when you returned home after you walked from Montana back home without any food."

"They should put him in a farm," said Daphne, her cold persona at work again," there we don't have to see him eating like a pig."

"Yeah," agreed Hannah in disgust," that does not belong here."

"Ladies," said Harry trying to switch the subject as he felt the headmaster trying to enter his head. Illegal Occlumuency? "There is food here. Let us enjoy it, eat it, instead of being distracted by that pig."

They resumed eating thankfully not being barraged by question.

"So, where were you all this time?" asked Hermione. "There have been many speculation, and since you said most claims were false what was the truth.

"The truth is," said Harry, swallowing the piece of steak in his mouth," I was not kidnapped by Death Eaters. I was, saved, by family." Harry paused and looked at all of them. "And now let me explain why I wanted you all in the same house. The information I gave you all, all needs to remain in your head. I placed a charm that acts a temporary mind barrier that protects you from the strongest Occlument. If you had gone to a different house that would have been impossible.

"Once the feast is done Dumbledore will question me about were I spent the last couple of years. That manipulative bastard will not leave me alone. He will try to shape me into a mindless leader of the light for his own use. I don't want that to happen." predicted Harry, looking at each and everyone of them.

"And Hermoine, sometimes the road of evil is paved with good intention. I'm not saying Dumbledore is evil, but he is what happens to Good when it is too good."

The feast ended, as Dumbledore gave his rather boring speech. Harry was incorrect about his prediction, but he knew it was coming.

They made their way to the Ravenclaw tower, headed by Prefect Penelope Clearwater.

"To enter to the Ravenclaw tower, one must answer the question, any first year wanting to try?" she said as she challenged the first years.

Harry volunteered as he made his way to the Eagle.

"Kills kings, crumbles mountains, and bites metal down to dust," said the Eagle.

"Time," replied Harry, to which the door opened.

Unlike the Gryffindor rooms, each one was given their individual room. Harry placed his stuff down as he changed.

Exhausted he collapsed on the bed, preparing himself for the next day.

A/N Liked it? Yeah, Harry is kind of dark, more like Gray.

There is a reason I sorted them all in Ravenclaw. Wait and see.