I Don't Own HP

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jada951: I dont plan on having dumbledore be evil in this fic and if I'm 100% honest I think its overused and just isnt that good, I wont have him be super supportive of Harry or anything but he wont actively hinder his progress, as for his potter heritage he will go into it later but I wont say too much.

(6 Months later)

Harry was dressed in his robe in the basement, training.

Dodge, duck, shield.

Harry fired a blasting curse as he dodged a rather nasty cutting curse. and fired back a unique curse he had found in his grandfathers book.

Deciding to stop for a break he flicked his wand and the dummy stopped shooting at him and he made his way up to his bedroom where he washed and changed into something clean.

Harry made his way to the study and sat at his desk when he suddenly felt a sharp shooting pain in his head. Ignoring it Harry went into the collection and pulled out some books on warding and began to read.

It was almost 2 hours later when Harry lifted his head from the book finding it impossible to concentrate with the migraines he was experiencing.

With a sigh he made his way down to the kitchen where he summoned Kreacher to make him something to eat.

Deciding that if he couldn't study he would practice some more duelling Harry once more made his way down to the basement.

Facing the dummy he raised his wand and fired a blasting curse, only to see it glance off the dummy.

Firing again this time focusing on his magic Harry aimed and fired only this time the curse collided with the dummy and merely blew it to smithereens.

Harry was incredibly confused.

11 days had passed since Harry began exhibiting symptoms and that morning when Harry woke up he felt that his magic had stopped fluctuating. Rising from his bed he look in the Mirror to see he was taller and his face had taken on more of Sirius' traits his features had become more aristocratic in nature with higher cheekbones and a more defined jawline. but the most noticeable thing was his magic.

He couldn't describe it, it felt Powerful and yet controlled.

Donning a formal robe Harry decided to go visit his relatives.

"Kreacher, take me to number 4 Privet Drive" Harry ordered.

"Of Course Master Black" Kreacher said as he apparated them to Harrys relative house. With a deep breath and a heavily beating heart Harry knocked on the door of the house.

"Look did you not see the no cold-calling sign I'm not lo-" his uncle cut himself off when he say Harry rather imposing 6 foot frame.

"Hello Uncle" Harry said smiling calmly as he let himself in." How are you this fine evening?"

"What are you doing here boy" His Uncle spat.

"Watch your tone with me Uncle" Harry said calmly "You have no idea what I can do"

With a bark of laughter his uncle stated "You can't do magic outside of that freak-house you call a school" Uncle Vernon sneered triumphantly.

"Wrong" Harry said as he flicked his Ebony wand into his hand and with a gentle twirl his Aunts vase exploded. His Uncle merely looked on in shock.

"Now, let us talk business," Harry said "I think we can agree you harbour great dislike for me and I can say with certainty that the feeling is mutual and as such I will be putting up wards so that no witch or wizard can every access this house ever again, other than me." Without waiting for an answer Harry strode out into his family's garden and began to hiss and wave his wand in intricate patterns.

Harrys mind was working in overdrive as he layered ward over ward over ward as he waved his wand and weaved a ward scheme of such great complexity that it would be unlikely that anyone could break it through conventional methods

When he finished Harry let his wand drop to his side and turned to his aunt and uncle and said "you are now protected from all wizards other than me. and should anyone come near you with the intent to harm you, you willl be brought back here."

That was when Harry noticed something, the unmistakable chill, the screaming began in his mind.

"Please not Harry, take me instead" Harry heard his mother scream.

Harry cleared his mind thinking of that night when Sirius proposed the idea of living with him and calmly said "Expecto Patronum"

From his wand burst, not a stag but a brilliant raven. He release a sigh as the screaming subsided and his Patronus chased down the dementors.

and that was when he heard the unmistakeable crack of apparition.

(With the order about 5 minutes prior)

"Someone just altered the ward around Harry's relatives house" Dumbledore exclaimed.

"Who?" Molly questioned. She was ignored as all the present order members apparated away.

As they appeared they saw a raven patronus charging down a hoard of dementors.

And they was when Harry turned around and saw them.

Tonks, ever the rash one, promptly fired a stunner at him fully expecting him to go down. What she didn't expect was Harry to whip round and send the spell right back at her with blistering speed.

Leaving the order no tine to recover Harry waved his wand and conjured an opaque black smoke, obscuring their vision as he apparated away.

Moody knelt by Tonks' side and muttered "Ennervate."

"Who the fuck was that?" Questioned the metamorph.

Dumbledore chuckled and said "I believe you have just encountered Mr Harry Potter"

Tonks looked at the elderly headmaster in shock and disbelief.

"Wha-" she stuttered as Moody interjected.

"I told you lass, you should be prepared, where did all those hours I put into training you go honestly"

Tonks at least had the decency to look sheepish.

"That cant have been the wee lad from last year Albus" Moody spoke as he turned to Dumbledore.

"It was, but alas, we will have time to discuss it later for now let's investigate the wards before Cornelius and his subordinates show up" Dumbledore said as he walked up to the Dursleys house.

"William" he called to the young curse-breaker "Do you recognise these wards?"

Bill began to examine the wards waving his wand in complicated manners and muttering "I'm afraid not Headmaster, I've only ever seen something like this once before."

"When was this?" Dumbledore asked.

"It was around 2 years ago, we were excavating a tomb when we came to a ward scheme, 2 of our own died trying to get in when management told us to cut our losses and leave, but what I could glean from it was that the scheme was built upon a completely fictional language." Bill explained.

Dumbledores eyes lit up in realisation and shock as he let out an uncharacteristically unrestrained expression of emotion. Everyone looked confused until the Professor opened his mouth and said "I believe Harry has constructed the ward scheme using parseltounge, whether they are wards of his own creation or not I cannot say but either way it is rather ingenious, I have no doubt this is one of, if not the best protected property in the country now"

Well, it's been a while but chapter 3, sorry for the short chapter as most of mine are but I put it off for too long and i felt that putting out a chapter asap was a good idea but anyways as always

R&R my friends and I hope ill be able to bring you more chapters in haste.