A/N: This was my first idea for an immortal Harry.
Synopsis: Harry found out he was a wizard at age 11. Then at age 14, at the end of the school year, he discovered something even more amazing.
Harry Potter and the Immortal Heritage
by Roff
Chapter One
Harry felt the familiar tug behind his naval and off he went on a wild portkey ride. When he landed, he dropped the Triwizard trophy, which was a portkey, and went sprawling onto the ground, his momentum was stopped by what looked like a tombstone. Looking around he saw several tombstones.
He was in a cemetery?
Harry stood himself up and looked around some more. Why was he in a small cemetery? Using the Triwizard trophy as a portkey made sense in the maze if it took him back to the starting point. That way the task would end but why set it to take you to a cemetery, he pondered.
Harry squinted in the darkness to try and make out who was coming. He saw the outline of what looked like a short, pudgy man carrying a baby and he was coming his way. When he got closer, Harry recognized who it was. It was Peter Pettigrew – Wormtail. Harry tried to get his wand up in time but Peter was ready for him, catching Harry in some sort of body bind spell that he used to back Harry up into a large gravestone with the name Tom Riddle written on it. He then bound Harry to it with ropes and took his wand from him.
Harry was able to function now but he couldn't move away from the gravestone. He was stuck. Harry watched as Peter dumped the ugliest baby he had ever seen into the large boiling cauldron. Harry assumed the baby was the form Voldemort was currently using. It sounded like him talking when it spoke to Wormtail. Then Peter began performing a ritual of some sort where he took some of Harry's blood as part of the ingredients and put it in the cauldron.
When done, Peter ran a few steps away and waited as the cauldron boiled even harder until sparks were emitted from it. The fire suddenly went out and steam poured out of the cauldron in great billows like smoke. Then the figure of a man started rising out of the cauldron.
Lord Voldemort had a new, more powerful, magical body.
After calling his Death Eaters to himself by using Wormtail's dark mark, Voldemort addressed them all while Harry could only watch while tied to a tombstone. He was, quite literally, a captive audience. So, this was why his name came out of the Goblet of Fire. He should have known Voldemort would be behind it. Harry just knew his life was ending soon. He could see no way to escape this. He couldn't even stop Wormtail. How was he going to face Voldemort and live?
Giving it up as bad luck and seeing how his life has been since he was a baby, Harry figured what's the use of fighting it anymore? It was just par for the course. What better time to reminisce about the few good points in his life? He remembered the day he received his Hogwarts letter. What a pleasant surprise that was at age 11 when all he ever wanted was to get away from his abusive relatives.
Dudley had ripped the letter from his hands but after receiving a well-placed punch in the gut, he handed it back over to Harry. Harry read it through several times to memorize it, put the attached supply list in his pocket then took the letter and envelope to his aunt and uncle where he threw it on the table in front of them.
"What are you doing Boy!" his uncle growled. "You know better than to disturb my meal."
"Why didn't you tell me I was magical?" Harry asked his Aunt Petunia who looked frightened when she saw the letter and envelope that was addressed to Harry Potter in the cupboard under the stairs.
Petunia regretfully went on to tell Harry about his mother's experience when she got her letter and how their parents were so pleased but Petunia knew her sister for what she was – a freak! She also told him how when he showed up on their doorstep she knew right away that he was a freak too. Then Vernon added that they had been trying for years to beat the freakishness out of him to no avail.
"How can you guys be so stupid?" Harry asked exasperated. "Obviously, I was born this way just like my parents were. I've been doing magic for as long as I can remember and from this letter, there must be a whole group of people out there who are just like me. They have a school for Pete's sake! You can't beat it out of someone."
"You watch your tone Boy!" said Vernon.
"No, you watch your tone Uncle. Now that I know it's magic then I believe I can make it happen on purpose this time and if you don't straighten up then I'm going to blast you clear into next week. That goes for you too Aunt Petunia."
They pulled back in fright but they did shut up along with Dudley whose stomach was still hurting. Harry wasn't positive he could do any magic on purpose but he wasn't going to let them know that. Now that he had their attention, he managed to get some truths out of them. He found out that an evil wizard murdered his parents but when he attacked Harry, he died instead while Harry lived. No one seems to know how the wizard died and Harry was too young to remember.
His Aunt Petunia even went and retrieved a small box from the attic that contained a few items that came with Harry and some other things Petunia had that she placed in the box with them. Most of the items were photos that Petunia put in there. There were pictures of her sister Lily and their parents, Harry's grandparents. These were pictures she no longer wanted to see due to the reminders.
There was even a picture of Lily and James together with a small baby Harry in his mother's arms, wrapped in a fine red and gold blanket. The interesting thing was the people in the picture moved. There was a small tuft of black hair sticking up from baby Harry's head. The blanket he'd been wrapped in was in the box Harry noted. Petunia told him that Lily had sent that picture with a letter via owl to let her know she was an aunt to one Harry James Potter. Petunia said she ripped up the letter and threw it away after she read it but she could not bring herself to tear up the picture so she hid it in the box.
Harry was gob smacked to know the truth finally. He just could not believe the lengths these people would go just to make him as miserable as possible. He was beginning to think doing some destructive magic on them might not be so difficult after all but he settled himself back down and decided to take a different approach.
"Do you know where this Hogwarts School is located?" asked Harry.
"It's in Scotland somewhere," answered Petunia. "I've never been. It lasts nearly all year. Sometimes Lily would come home for Christmas but sometimes not. The most I was able to see her after she started at Hogwarts was a couple months in the summers between years. She went for 7 years before she graduated."
"So, when I go to this school to learn magic, I'll be gone from you guys that long?" asked Harry excitedly.
Petunia just nodded.
"Well, I can guarantee you that if there is a way then I will find someplace else to live and never come back here ever again. Maybe I can stay some place with people like me. At least I'll have practically a year to figure that out," Harry said thoughtfully. "Wait a minute! Won't this cost money? There's no way you'll pay for anything so how am I supposed to afford it?"
"Harry, I knew you would get this letter when you turned 11. Your mother told me in that letter that she and James pre-paid for your Hogwarts education so your tuition is taken care of. There's also a bank in Diagon Alley called Gringotts that should have some money in an account for you so you can buy your supplies each year. Your parents provided for your education completely."
"Really? Then do you know where this Diagon Alley is located?" Harry asked. "I have to get all my supplies from there before school starts. Then I have to get to King's Cross before 11:00 on September 1 to board a train for Hogwarts."
"I will take you to the entrance where Diagon Alley is located but I won't go in." she replied. "I want nothing more to do with magic and if I have to, I'll drop you off at King's Cross. I hope that will be the last time we have to see you."
"Me too," Harry said with a glare.
"Say, Petunia, how much money did they leave the freak?" asked Vernon. "Maybe we should be well compensated for all our troubles raising him."
Harry stared hard at his Uncle wanting to hurt him in the worst way. A wind suddenly picked up inside the house.
"Vernon, they use a completely different currency than ours. It's magical money and they would never let us have any of it even if we could spend it." Vernon looked disgusted when she said it was magical money. Petunia looked over at Harry. "Please, Harry," she pleaded.
Slowly the wind calmed down and Harry relaxed.
"You're lucky Uncle Vernon. I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself the next time you open your fat mouth like that again. You don't deserve any compensation for the way you've abused me. In fact, I'm not sure why I'm even bothering to give you a second chance."
Vernon looked worried.
"Harry, I will take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow," said Petunia quickly. "Please control yourself until then. Now I will go clean out Dudley's second bedroom and you can sleep up there tonight. Get whatever things you want to keep from the cupboard and bring them upstairs with you. I'll let you have one of Dudley's old backpacks to carry your stuff in when you leave. It'll be better than carrying that box around."
Harry nodded and went to his cupboard only to find there was nothing in there he wanted to keep.
The next day on Thursday, Vernon went back to work while Harry and Dudley climbed into the car with Petunia so they could go to Diagon Alley. Harry had his almost new backpack with him with all his meager possessions inside. Petunia remembered the way since she was familiar with the area due to a few shops she liked and of course, she had been there many times with her sister while growing up.
When they arrived, Petunia found a place to park in the car park and they made their way to the location of The Leaky Cauldron.
"There should be a sign around here that says 'The Leaky Cauldron' but I could never see it unless Lily was holding my hand. It has magic on it so normal people can't see it."
"I see it!" said Harry.
"I see it too!" said Dudley.
Petunia gasped. The boys were not touching.
"Do you really see it Duddy-kins?"
"Yes Mum. It's right there. Don't you see it?"
"No, I can't because I'm not magical. Let me see your hand." Dudley held up his hand and Petunia grabbed it. Now she could see the sign.
"Oh no! This can't be," she cried.
"Does this mean I'm magical?" asked Dudley worriedly.
"I don't know," said Harry, "but I bet a magical adult could explain it. Come on!"
They followed Harry inside the dingy bar. They then heard "Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter." The next thing they knew everyone wanted to shake his hand and when they found out Petunia was Lily's sister, they wanted to shake her hand too, along with Dudley's. Dudley was having a good time with all the attention even though Harry was getting far more. When all that finally settled down, and after one witch shook Harry's hand three times, Harry went back to the bartender, Tom, and asked him about his cousin Dudley being able to see the sign.
"Mrs. Dursley, were you able to see the sign?" asked Tom.
"No, just Harry and Dudley. Harry received his Hogwarts letter but Dudley didn't get one."
"I see, well it's not all that common but since your sister was a witch, a powerful one at that, then there must be some latent magic in your side of the family. Perhaps way back in your ancestry there was at least a witch or a wizard."
"Oh my," she said.
"While your son obviously has some magic in him then he would be the equivalent of what we call a squib. Those are children born to magical families that have some magic but not enough to be a witch or wizard. They are basically the same as muggles like yourself but they can see some magic while you cannot."
"I see, thank you."
Dudley was looking a bit strange. It was the first time anyone had seen him deep in thought.
"Harry, I trust you can get all your supplies on your own? I have some shopping to do while you do that."
"Of course, Aunt Petunia. I'll be fine."
"I'll make sure young Mr. Potter gets any help he needs Mrs. Dursley. No need to worry about that," said Tom.
Petunia just nodded and waved then slowly led Dudley out of the bar and back into Muggle London.
Back inside the bar, Harry was well taken care of. He got his first bottle of butterbeer, on the house, which he liked and Tom decided to let his helper tend bar while he took Harry around in Diagon Alley to show him where everything was located. He tapped the bricks in the back alley showing Harry how you get in and they were off. Harry had never seen so many strange shops and items for sale. It was amazing.
Tom led Harry down to Gringotts first off then waited in the lobby for him while a goblin named Griphook took him to his vault. When they arrived at Harry's vault, Griphook opened the door and Harry nearly feinted. He had never seen so much gold in his entire life. There was a huge mound of it. Plus, sitting right out in front was a large trunk.
Harry walked up to the trunk and saw a message in an envelope with his name on it sitting on top of it. Harry opened the message to read it.
Dearest Harry,
We were hoping to be able to show you this ourselves but since you are having to read this note then we are very sorry that we couldn't be there. Your father and I want you to know that we love you with all our hearts and hope that you have the best time at Hogwarts. This vault is yours and will remain yours as long as you want it. Whatever you withdraw will be replaced with funds from the family vault, keeping it at the right amount, which should be more than sufficient. There is extra just in case.
When you turn 15 you will have limited access to the Potter Family vault and then when you are 17 (a full adult wizard) you will have full access. Gringotts is very good with handling investments and growing your money so let them do their job. Kurlig is our account manager so see him when you have questions. If you want, you will never have to work after finishing school because the Potters have plenty of money. However, if you are like your father and myself then you will be too bored if you don't have a job or at least a very busy hobby.
Your life and how you manage it will be up to you now since we are not around anymore. Please take care of yourself and one day you will need to marry and have lots of Potter babies so you continue the Potter name. You are the last of the Potters after all.
All our love,
Mum (& Dad)
P.S. There are further instructions for the trunk inside the first drawer but please wait until you are alone before you check it out fully. Meanwhile just touch it and say 'shrink' to make it small enough for your pocket or say 'expand' while touching it to make it big again.
Well that certainly put a new spin on things, thought Harry. After a second, Harry opened the first drawer and placed his backpack into the trunk on top of the instructions. Next, he got a bag from Griphook and filled it full of galleons. After it was full, Harry opened the second drawer and put about twice as much gold in there as he put in the bag. After he was done, he closed the drawer and said 'shrink' to make it small. It shrunk to the size of a small matchbox. Harry picked it up and put it in his pocket then he picked up the bag of galleons while Griphook closed and locked the vault, handing Harry his golden key.
Harry asked Griphook while they rode back up to the lobby if he could exchange some of the gold for money that he could use in London. Griphook assured him that would not be a problem and he would take care of that for him. In fact, he could withdraw it from Harry's vault so Harry didn't have to use the gold he just took from it.
Harry had Griphook withdraw enough gold to give him 100,000 pounds sterling. He then put it inside his trunk along with his bag of galleons. He found Tom still waiting so they went out into Diagon Alley so Harry could purchase his supplies.
They went to Madame Malkin's first so he could be fitted for his uniform, robes, hat, gloves, shoes, and cloak. While there Harry went ahead and picked up some more casual wear to replace his worn out, oversized hand-me-downs from Dudley. He threw away his old clothes and shoes then wore the new ones out of the shop.
They then hit Flourish & Blotts for his books and the Apothecary for crystal phials and brass scales. After he picked up the telescope, they went to Ollivander's for his wand, and then on to Potage's Cauldron Shop for, you guessed it, a cauldron. Finally, they made it to Eeylops Owl Emporium where Harry found the most beautiful snowy white owl, which he named Hedwig.
Managing to get everything except Hedwig and her cage inside his trunk, Harry went back to the Leaky Cauldron with Tom where he asked if Tom had any rooms for rent. Tom answered to the affirmative so Harry told him he was going to ask if he could stay here until school starts so he could immerse himself more into the magical world.
Tom asked if Harry wasn't too young for that but Harry assured the barman he was more than capable to look after himself and since he grew up only knowing the muggle world, it was important for him to get up to speed with the magical world as quickly as possible. With that, he told Tom he would hopefully be right back.
Of course, Harry knew he didn't have to ask but an 11-year-old had to put up appearances. He would just tell his aunt that he was staying and be done with it. However, when he made it back to where the car was parked, he saw that they were gone. Somehow, he was not surprised.
Harry made it back to Tom and rented a room for the month. Harry was able to get his trunk out and set Hedwig up in the room with some owl treats before he grabbed a lot of the pounds from his trunk then shrunk it so he could pocket it before setting out into London to find some shops for regular muggle clothes which he was terribly short on. He found two good stores where he got some assistance and bought several pairs of jeans, shirts, boxers, socks, and trainers. He even bought some nicer pants and button-up shirts just in case. He picked up a light jacket and heavier leather one for winter along with some leather gloves and a warm scarf.
Now that he finally had plenty of clothes that fit, Harry went back to the Leaky Cauldron where he ordered some lunch to eat in his room. He would have eaten in the restaurant but people still wanted to shake his hand and he was quite tired of that. Besides, he had a trunk to learn about now that he was in a private room.
After hanging up and putting away his new clothes Harry opened the first drawer of his trunk, removed his backpack, and picked up the instruction manual to read. What he found was shocking. It was a seven-compartment trunk and each compartment served like a normal compartment or large drawer. However, the manual said that if you touched the seventh compartment, which was at the bottom, and say 'Home Sweet Home' it would turn into a stairway that leads down into a large apartment like home that was fully furnished. If you say 'Potions Lab' then you get a fully setup potions lab. If you say 'Training Room,' it provided a fully equipped training room for both physical and magical training.
It also said that the trunk could be equipped with other features but the magic required to set that up was way beyond Harry's abilities at that time. The manual was describing specific runes and spells he had no knowledge of but he figured he had enough to get on with considering what it already offered. He imagined he would be going back into Diagon Alley tomorrow for additional books and potions ingredients so he could try his hand at a few things before going to Hogwarts.
Meanwhile he decided to see what 'Home Sweet Home' looked like. Harry touched the seventh compartment while he said it. Sure enough, the drawer pulled out quite far and presented him with stairs leading down. When he reached the bottom, which was about 10 feet down his jaw just dropped at what he saw.
He was standing at the opening of a large entryway with a curved grand staircase to his left. Just past the first step of the staircase was a door that when Harry checked, it opened into a large office with a nice ornate, wooden desk and leather-bound chair. It had nice chairs and a sofa for guests, a wall of bookshelves full of books behind the desk, a wet bar over to the side, and maps on the walls. It was quite a setup.
Going back into the entry and walking straight across to the door on the other side he discovered a huge library with high ceilings and shelves that ran throughout the room from floor to ceiling. All the shelves were filled with books. There was a table with four chairs right in the middle of it all. Leaving the library, Harry went toward the back of the first floor. After he went through a wide, open archway into the next area, he came across more doors on each side of the room.
Checking the one on his right revealed an elegant dining room with swinging doors on the wall to his left leading back into the kitchen. The next door down on that side of the hallway, led to the same large dining room. Further down past the dining room and into another area on that same side was another entry into the kitchen. Across from the dining room was a guest loo. Next door to the loo was a magnificent lounge with comfortable sofas, chairs, rugs, and another wet bar.
Down a little further on that same side and across from the kitchen was a den/game room. The kitchen also had a breakfast table with six chairs over in the corner. The only other room Harry could find on the first floor was a small broom cupboard. Harry then went back to the front entryway and went up the stairs to check out the second floor. He found five bedrooms all with their own private loos and walk-in closets. One was obviously the master bedroom and was considerably larger than the rest. All the bedrooms were fully furnished with queen-sized beds, except for the master, which had a king.
Harry left the trunk and sat down with his owl for a bit. He petted her and got to know her a little better. As it turns out, she was a good listener. He told her that he would have to look through all the books in the library before he goes and buys any more in Diagon Alley but he could still buy groceries for the kitchen in the trunk so he could fix his own meals if he wanted. Hedwig hooted in agreement.
The only good thing about the Dursleys forcing him to cook for them for so many years was the fact that Harry at age 11 was quite a good cook already. He also didn't mind cooking if it was for him. That sounded like fun actually and he looked forward to cooking his first meal just for himself.
Hedwig wanted go out to hunt so Harry let her out the window while he picked up his school text books to read. He figured he might as well get started on them so he wouldn't look too stupid in his classes. There was a lot about magic and the magical world he didn't know so he wanted to even the playing field a bit.
Later he checked out the Potions lab and the training room. He decided to go back into Diagon Alley tomorrow to pick up plenty of potions ingredients for his lab. That way he could get started with the potions in his book and hopefully get ahead. He read through the first several potions and wrote down a list of all the ingredients he would need.
The training room contained some muggle workout equipment so Harry thought it would be a good idea to start using it but he really didn't have anything proper to wear to work out in so he decided another foray into muggle London would be in order for proper attire. The room provided instructions for all the equipment as well and explained the benefit for each exercise along with showing some body weight exercises that were very beneficial.
After ordering dinner from Tom and eating it, Harry sat down in his room to study Charms from his textbook. He found that it made perfect sense to him the more he read and he was anxious to start trying some of the spells. He has a training room he thought to himself so why not use it. Grabbing his new wand Harry asked for the training room again and went back into his trunk to practice.
Harry was not aware of the restrictions on magic for underage children at that time but it still didn't matter since The Leaky Cauldron had a lot of magic happening all the time. Moreover, Harry's training room was in another dimension of space and it masked any magic used. No one would ever know.
An interesting charm he was reading about was the Floatation Charm. You could use it to move objects around with just magic. The incantation was "Wingardium Leviosa!" However, the wand movement required a swish and flick with your wrist. Harry had to study the illustrations and explanations carefully in the book before he figured it out. He imagined having a professor explain and demonstrate it to you would be a little easier.
The book recommended a feather but Harry didn't have one so he used the smallest weight in the room, which was 5 lbs. He imagined a feather would be easier since it weighed a lot less but he worked with what he had. Harry put the 5-pound weight on the floor in front of him and stood ready to try it for the first time.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry said with a swish and flick.
Nothing happened.
Harry looked back at the book, practiced his swish and flick a few more times to make sure he understood it correctly, and then double-checked the pronunciation of the spell. Ah! It's LeviOsa not LevioSA. Harry decided to try it again.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Low and behold, the weight started wiggling so Harry put more concentration into the spell and willed that 5-pound weight to float. As soon as he put more intent into it, the weight lifted right off the floor so Harry practiced controlling where it went until he could pick it up in one place and set it down gently in another. For his final try, he picked it up and guided it to exactly where it came from, back with the other weights.
That was pretty satisfying, he thought. Anxious for more he looked back over some of the others he read about in the book so he could try them too. Lumos, which lights the tip of your wand, was pretty easy he found and the accompanying spell Nox, which turns it back off. Locking and unlocking the door came easy too. Harry was pleased with himself for what he accomplished when he decided to call it a night. He knew he had about a month before school started but he also had plenty of subjects to get through.
Hedwig was back when Harry came back out of the trunk. He offered her some of the leftovers from his dinner before he put it outside his door but she must have had a successful hunt. She wasn't hungry. Harry readied himself for bed and said goodnight to Hedwig before he turned out the light and rolled over with a smile on his face. He was finally away from the Dursleys. Harry closed his eyes and slept peacefully that night.
Too bad it wasn't very peaceful once he got to Hogwarts, Harry thought. A troll on Halloween his first year then later a run in with Voldemort's wraith, which happened to come out of his Defense teacher. That was right after Harry killed him just by touching him. Giant spiders and a more than 60-foot basilisk he had to kill his second year. Then over 100 dementors he had to fight off his third year. Now in his fourth year he was entered into the Triwizard Tournament illegally and against his will just so his blood could be used to revive Voldemort. Only Voldemort will not stop there. He was certain of that. Voldemort was going to kill him.
Harry shook his head to clear his mind of all the memories he just went through. He looked back up at the Dark Lord and just in time too since it was finally Harry's turn to be addressed by Voldemort. It was during this address that he found out, through Voldemort's own retelling of it, about that night 13 years ago when his mother's protection caused Voldemort's Killing Curse to rebound back onto himself. Of course, the hard part came when Voldemort completed his story.
"Crucio!"
Still tied to the tombstone of Voldemort's father, Harry couldn't move out of the way of the curse. He felt every bit of it and it was pain like nothing he had ever felt before. Harry just wanted to die and have it end. It was too painful. Even though it felt like an eternity, Voldemort only held it for a few seconds.
Harry was so relieved when it was over but then Voldemort ordered Wormtail to untie him and give him back his wand so he could kill Harry all proper like. He wanted to show everyone that Harry Potter's win over him 13 years ago was just a fluke, pure luck. He thought it sporting to allow Harry to duel him but Harry knew better. Harry knew that he had no chance against Voldemort in a duel. Riddle was too powerful and had way too many years of experience over Harry, who was only 14.
Nevertheless, Harry was determined to go out fighting. He would not beg for mercy. He would not show fear. If this was his time to die at the hands of this mad man then Harry decided that he would do his best to make it difficult. But what chance did he really have? Harry decided it was as good a time as any to die. After all, what kind of life had he led so far? It was certainly nothing to write home about.
Harry stood his ground with his wand at the ready. He tried a stunner and Expelliarmus but Voldemort just laughed and knocked his spells out of the air as if they were nothing. Harry knew he was just playing with him. In fact, any spell Harry threw at him he just knocked it down like swatting a fly. Voldemort would throw a cutting curse every now and again but Harry had learned to dodge pretty well during his time with the Dursleys, he was also fast on his feet. His own training over the years in his trunk helped him as well.
When Voldemort grew tired of toying with Harry, he would throw a Killing Curse but Harry would once again move out of the way and make him miss. After about three misses with it, he was getting a little frustrated with the boy so he picked up the pace. After a while of quick casting, one spell after another, Voldemort finally hit Harry with a cutting curse to his leg, which slowed him down long enough to catch him with a Killing Curse.
Harry saw the green light of the curse coming his way and he knew right then that he would not get away from this one in time. With his leg recently cut severely he would not make it. It needed more time to heal. Harry accepted it though knowing he would now get to be with his parents and had hope his afterlife would be far better than the one he was leaving.
When the curse hit Harry, he felt his body just stop everything, like he was on and now he was off. Darkness came over him swiftly and he fell to the ground.
Harry Potter was dead.