I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER

I would like to start this out by saying this idea popped into my head after reading the amazing story "Honour Thy Blood". If you haven't read it, I highly recommend that you do. To my returning readers I haven't abandoned The Destroyer or The Marksman. I just have been busy, and the evil entity known as writers block has reared its ugly head. Hopefully I will be able to get some chapters out on those soon. Also Hogwarts starts at 13 in this story as this gives me enough time to realistically train Harry before he goes to Hogwarts.

Privet Drive

Harry awoke to the comforting darkness that filled his cupboard. He went to roll over and winced as it tore open one of the new cuts left on his back from his uncle. Yesterday had been his cousins birthday so Harry was allowed to accompany them into public on the condition he didn't act out or display any of his "freakishness". After making a large birthday feast for the Dursleys to enjoy and watching Dudley tear apart the paper covering his new presents they left for the zoo. After working their way through around half of the zoo they had finally reached the reptile house. While they had been wandering through, Harry had been drawn to a certain exhibit, inside there was a full-size Boa Constrictor. Harry didn't know what drew him to the snake but when he got there the snake came right up to the glass and had spoken! Harry shocked and afraid that he was going crazy had looked around realized that no one else heard it. His suspicions that the snake was actually talking to him were confirmed when he watched it's jaw move, and he heard the voice again. After carrying a nice conversation with the snake for several minutes Harry's cousin had come over and shoved him out of the way. The next thing Harry had known he was on the floor, the glass on the enclosure was gone, Dudley's pants had a large dark spot on them, and the snake was slithering as fast as it could for the exit to the building. Immediately Harry had known that whether he had caused it or not he would be blamed. Immediately they had left and headed straight home after dropping off Dudley's friends. The door had barely closed before Harry felt the first strike land. He cried out in pain which just made Vernon even angrier leading to even more strikes. Thankfully Harry fell unconscious after the 3rd or 4th strike. He only briefly regained consciousness when he was tossed into his cupboard. Then the darkness loomed, and he relinquished himself into its depths.

Potter Manor

A man working alone in a cozy study suddenly sat up ramrod straight as he felt something someone get added to the family. Immediately he turned his attention to a tapestry hanging on the wall. As he watched a name slowly began to form on the tapestry. He watched as 2 lines that had long since faded connected to the name before it had even finished forming. When the name finished the man leaned back in his chair as tears slowly formed in the edges of his eyes. He wasn't able to hold them back for long however as soon they overtook his vision and he allowed himself t cry for the first time in years. Not tears of sadness no, they were tears of joy pure joy. He sat there for several hours crying silently as he stared at the name that had showed up on the tapestry. He only stopped crying when he noticed that the name which originally was held in a golden circle was now surrounded by a red circle. He immediately stood up alarmed as he bellowed for his house elf.

"Greystone!" Immediately a small creature with large bulbous eyes dressed in a smart black suit with a small emblem on its breast pocket appeared. The emblem had two swords flanking a black shield with the words "Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus Draco" adorning it.

"Yes, Master Charlus?" The small creature questioned.

"I need you to prepare the car. We are going on a trip." The now named Charlus said as he pointed to the tapestry. When the elf turned and saw what he was pointing at its eyes teared up as well.

"Are we's going to get the young master, Master?" The elf asked tearfully.

"We are." Charlus replied with finality and resolve in his voice as the elf rapidly nodded and disappeared with a pop. He stared at the tapestry for several more seconds before turning and striding out of the manor to the running car waiting outside of the manor. As the car sped off towards its destination the tapestry settled revealing the new name and information. The new line read.

Harry James Potter

Son of James and Lily Potter

Grandson of Charlus and Dorea Potter.