A/N. Hi all, a bit of a more fun story that is actually a mix of about 10 others that I had pieces of and as you will tell, it's completely AU. I have the first few chapters set in stone, meanwhile the others may need some changes and work to fix plot holes and just bad direction.

This is un-Beta'd work, so if you do see issues, please message me and I'll fix it as I'm completing the story.

I'll front load a few chapters, then It'll be a couple of weeks and I'll complete the upload.

I hope you enjoy! Some of it was quite fun to write, as I enjoy a Grey to Dark Grey Protagonist/Anti-Hero.


Harry Potter: Echoes of the Gods

Prologue: The Always, Untimely end.

She waved her wand over the cot, holding her son. Lily knew she wasn't going to survive, couldn't survive, there was no possibility. Her husband's corpse cooling on the floor of the living room was proof of that. Somehow, the snake-faced bastard had gotten to Peter, and now he was making his way up the stairs to her son's room.

Finally, the spell she had been working had been finished, for she had granted her son one skill. Accelerated Growth, a skill she had developed during her time in the department of mysteries, a skill she and many others suspected Voldemort had, as he had gained power far too quickly. Every time it seemed someone might get close to him in power, he would cut the new up-and-comer down in a show of might that no one believed should be possible.

Lily sat facing away from the cot on the floor now, tears running down her face, she knew exactly what was coming, the man she loved was dead and she would soon be joining him. The door exploded inwards, Harry woke and started crying at the abrupt noise that had startled him, Lily leapt to her feet, spread her arms wide and stared down the monster.

"Please, leave my son, take me instead." Lily declared, there was no screaming, no outwardly visible fear, just a woman standing before her child.

"No girl, Severus asked me to spare you, so I shall offer you a chance so few get." Voldemort's voice slowly hissed. "Leave now, be with Severus and you shall be spared." Voldemort kept moving forward, eyes focused beyond her at the crying 1 year old.

Lily however cringed in disgust at her former friend's name, he had obviously bargained for her and only her survival. Before she even had a chance to think about it, she stated "No."

"You would throw your life away for a child you can so easily replace?" Voldemort stated, seeming confused at Lily's conviction. "You are young, you can easily birth more. One last chance, leave now and you shall be spared. Lord Voldemort does not lie; I have no need for lies."

Lily inwardly shuddered, knowing she would be joining James in the afterlife shortly, she just hoped that the protection her death would invoke over Harry and the blood wards she'd placed on the cot would be enough. There were so many points of failure, if Voldemort took Harry, the protection would be invalidated. If he moved Harry, it wouldn't work, if he so much as killed him by any other means than spell, it would fail. However, she had a feeling that there would be no other way for the Dark Lord.

"No! You can't have my son!" She cried, "Mummy loves you, Harry. Always remember that…"

"So be it, AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort hissed, Lily Potter crumpled to the floor. Her now lifeless eyes staring toward the wall, never to see again. "Severus will just have to choose another."

Voldemort then looked to Harry; the child was still crying looking down at his mother. "Look at you, you are supposed to defeat me and here we are, your family dead leaving you at my mercy."

Voldemort appeared to internally debate about how to perform his ritual, withdrawing the Quill of Godric Gryffindor from his robe. This was a special death, a prophesied one, and he would show the entire world that his power would not be challenged, all the while making the final piece of his soul puzzle.

Deciding on his course of action he leaned over the cot and stared into the child's eyes, who had slowly stopped crying and was now staring back. Wand in hand, Voldemort focused on his hatred for all that defied him, all that challenged him, all that showed him disrespect and cast his spell.

"You shall never be my equal, Avada Kedavra."


Hours later, Albus Dumbledore edged through the now damaged and destroyed cottage that was meant to be under the Fidelius. Cautiously, wand at the ready, he made his way past the mangled body of James Potter. He had been sliced into ribbons and what hadn't, had been obliterated beyond recognition. Blood had been sprayed around the room in what would have been the most significant defences of one's family in the Wizarding World, as Albus recognised that the man would have fought with every last fibre of his being to protect his loved ones.

Dumbledore skirted past the scene of the battle and up the narrow staircase, following the cries of the infant that sang in his ears, reminiscent of a victory song. He knew this victory to be the Prophesied one.

As he entered the room, he looked on in shock. The wall behind the crib was blown out, Lily Potter lay on the floor close to her son, eyes wide open and lifeless, and the black robe of the self-styled Dark Lord.

Harry cried once more, drawing the attention of the leader of the Wizengamot, International Convention of Wizards member, and headmaster of Hogwarts. Looking at the boy, he could see a mark on his head, he knew that there was no way that his old pupil could have missed, so the cut wasn't from debris, but the direct result of the curse.

Waving his wand, Dumbledore read the stats of Harry Potter;


Harry Potter – Age: 1 – Male – Level: 1

Job(s): nil

Strength: 2

Vitality: 1

Defence: 1

Agility: 1

Magic: 10

Magical Defence: 2

Skills: Accelerated Growth

Affinities: nil


"Accelerated Growth?" The man whispered in shock. As Dumbledore stared at the young boy's stats, he couldn't help but feel a heavy burden settle on his shoulders. The Accelerated Growth skill was both a blessing and a curse; it had the potential to make Harry an unstoppable force against the Dark Arts, but it also carried the risk of corrupting him, just as it had Tom Riddle.

Dumbledore's mind raced back to the time when he had first met Tom at the orphanage. The boy had already displayed signs of immense power and an unyielding thirst for knowledge. Despite his reservations, Dumbledore had taken Tom under his wing, hoping to guide him on the path of righteousness. The memory of his failure haunted him still, as Tom had already embraced the darkness and become Lord Voldemort shortly after he'd left Hogwarts.

He couldn't help but shudder at the thought of history repeating itself. Could the same fate befall young Harry, who now possessed a similar skill? Would he be unable to prevent another brilliant mind from succumbing to darkness? The responsibility weighed heavily on him, and he knew he had to make a difficult decision.

Dumbledore's heart ached as he pondered the choice before him. By locking away Harry's skill, he would be robbing the boy of what Dumbledore perceived to be Harry's birthright and the chance to reach his full potential. But he also knew that the world couldn't afford to have another powerful wizard fall to the temptations of the Dark Arts. The risk was simply too great.

As he cast the charm to suppress Harry's Accelerated Growth skill, Dumbledore felt a pang of guilt. He knew this decision would alter the course of the boy's life, and he could only hope that it would ultimately lead him down a better path. It was a heavy burden to bear, for them both, but one that he accepted as necessary for the greater good.

In that moment, Dumbledore made a silent vow to guide and protect Harry, just as he had tried to do for Tom Riddle. He would do everything in his power to ensure that this young boy, with so much potential and so much at stake, would grow up to become the hero the world so desperately needed.

Waving his wand once more, performing a sleeping charm on Harry, he then carried the boy out of the house, having heard the motorbike of Sirius Black, he knew he would have to have a difficult conversation now, one that he would much prefer avoid.