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Years later...
"And now, for the valedictorian of the year, Mr Harry Peverell," the Headmaster of Uagadou called with a magically enchanted voice.
Harry Peverell let out a breath, and he smiled as he stood up and walked towards the Headmaster to get his certificates. With those certificates for the examinations he'd done, he would be able to gain his masteries in other countries, other than Africa.
Watched by his peers and enemies, Harry took the roll and smiled at the Headmaster, before he made a brief speech that he made up as he went along since he didn't believe in speeches that much.
Once he was done, Harry returned to his seat, smiling at his friends as they congratulated him, and he thought about the last few years.
Once he murdered the Dursleys, Harry had nowhere else to go but in London, and he spent the next few years living on the streets, mastering his powers.
While he was living on the streets, he broke into libraries and bookshops, and let his imagination run wild as he absorbed book after book in his quest to learn. He also made friends with other kids, and runaways like himself. Harry was admittedly curious if any of them had the same powers he had, or something similar.
But he found he was alone.
After a few years, Harry gave himself up. He didn't think it was logical to just hide on the streets forever. He wanted to have a good job and go to university and he also wanted to explore his powers in ways he never had before.
Harry went to a police station and turned himself in. Here was the clever part, he didn't once change his name; it had been a few years since the murders of the Dursleys and even if the police had been looking for him, it would be a hundred to one chance of them realising he was the same Harry Potter who'd lived there, and besides he had made sure all traces of child abuse were visible anyway. Later on, his idea worked, and he was put in a foster home, and soon he was enrolled into a new school.
Harry's new life at his new school was vastly different from that of Little Whinging; with the Dursleys gone, there weren't any rumours about him flying around in any way this time, and without Dudley there to bully the other kids into ditching him, Harry was now able to make some friends, and he did so with a little hesitancy. Also, he could excel all he wanted, but he chose to keep his head down as he worked. Soon Harry entered sports, and he found enjoyment for playing tennis and football, he also had time for his friends while he did amazing work, and he was near the top of his classes.
But then things changed when he turned 11 years old, and a letter appeared in his bedroom, telling him he had a place at a school called Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he was visited by a teacher called Professor McGonagall. She was astonished, not only by the fact he was even there, but the fact he was a wizard at all!
After proving she was a witch - she had a wand, for god's sake! - Harry was taken to Diagon Alley, a magical shopping district, and on the way she told him about his parents.
They were still alive!
Discovering that his parents - Lily and James, he now knew their names - were alive was one thing, but then discovering they had thought he was a squib, someone born into a magical family but not having any powers had forced them to leave him with the Dursleys, was world shattering. Harry was furious with his parents for just abandoning him, but what made it worse was they never even considered, not once, just visiting him and seeing if he was alright.
Hell, they hadn't even shown any concern for him after the death of the Dursleys! Okay, sure, he might have been responsible for their murders, but the fact they didn't even have any kind of contact to alert them if there was something mundane, like a fire, a violent robbery, or a car crash, or even a move to a different part of the Earth filled him with dread. Harry didn't show it at the time to McGonagall since he didn't really trust her, as he was slow to trust others, but he started to despise his parents greatly.
He learnt his parents had been hunted down by a Dark Lord, a wizard called Voldemort. Voldemort found them because of a traitor, but because of a few precautions, they had survived. Now, Harry's twin brother - he had a twin brother, a boy called Nick, although he truly didn't give a damn - was known as the Boy Who Lived.
But what about him?
What was he?
Where did he fit in?
Why had they given him away without bothering to check up on his progress?
After getting his supplies, Harry went behind McGonagall's back. He went back to Gringotts and asked them if there was any way he could get away from the Potters. To his relief, there was. He disowned himself from the Potter family, and he made sure that they knew he was a wizard, but it was more an act of spite than anything else.
He also made it clear he never had any statements from them and he was left in an abusive home without any knowledge of the magical world to guide him, and he had only just learnt about the magical world now. The goblins took his memories and they soon helped him find a new name he had chosen to go to Africa, to Uagaodu because of how magic originated in Africa. Also, he had a preference to using wandless magic, as he had been using it all this time.
The goblins also removed a piece of the Dark Lord Voldemort from his scar, and he made sure they told the Potters about it as well before he made the permanent move to Africa.
The Potters had tried to get in touch, more than once...
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Harry stared at his parents and his so-called godfather in disgust while the member of the African Ministry of Magic, who was representing him, stood quietly, her presence making it clear how seriously this was being taken.
"What do you want?" Harry's voice was low, tired and unforgiving.
Harry had learnt about his parents, and while he thought his mother was physically beautiful, deep down he found her repulsive. "Harry, we are so sorry," Lily rushed towards him, but thanks to the wandless magic he had been learning, and what he'd already known, helped him push her away.
"Don't come near me, and don't touch me," Harry said and sat down. "What's this about? I've been at Uagadou for six months, and you've been sending me mail all this time. When are you going to get the hint I want nothing to do with any of you?"
James sagged, "We want you back, son."
"Don't son me! Don't you dare call me that! I am not your son anymore. I disowned myself from your damn family!" Harry shouted, alarming the Africans there, but Harry ignored them. "Why can't you respect my wishes, and leave me alone?"
"We want to make up for what we did."
"You abandoned me. I know the goblins released it to the press, about how I was abused, starved, mentally and physically tortured. You never once bothered to check on me, to see if I had magic or not, but because I was a squib in your eyes, I was nothing but dirt!"
"No, that's not true," Lily shook her head, but Harry went on, spewing poison.
"I've studied the magical world, I know squibs are seen as vermin. It seems even the so-called light families are exactly the same. You people are so finite, its pathetic! Hell, you never even bothered to check if the Dursleys and me were okay when anything could have happened. What was the plan, you bitch, to just let me die if something happened and then pretend I never existed?"
"Mr Peverell!" The Headmaster reprimanded him, but Harry ignored him, but it was enough to make him calmer.
"You three have nothing to say that I want to particularly hear, so please leave me alone. Don't contact me, don't send gifts, don't do anything. Just steer clear of me. If you want a son to tell you what a great job you've done, you've got Nick. Now Voldemort's gone for good, you don't need me, do you?"
They flinched, and Harry had a horrible thought, they only wanted him back because of that. If that was the case, then he didn't want to know them, and he definitely didn't want them near him.
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Meetings like that went on and on, a few times they even turned up at the places Harry stayed for the holidays. It reached the point where Harry got the African Ministry to draft restraining orders and ban them from travelling to Africa, full stop. In the end, they got the message, but then Lily sent him a letter. It was obvious she had been crying, because the letter was shakily written, and there were tear marks all over it. In the letter, she said she would never stop being there for him when and if he wanted her, but she would respect his wishes for her to leave him be.
Lily also told him how hectic that night was, and how they had mistakenly believed his magic was depleted following Voldemort's attack, but they had taken him to the Dursleys, believing wrongly that Petunia would look after him, caring for him as if he was her own but that was not the case, as she had used him as a weapon against her, something to take her loathing out on because she was too bitter and lazy to do something with her own life.
And they had not visited, because they were afraid if they visited, then Harry would grow up resenting them.
Harry sent another letter back, asking pointedly if they would have gotten back in touch if he was in his 20s, and he asked them why the hell they thought he'd welcome them after being abused so long.
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Harry left Africa after he had gotten his master's in Alchemy and Transfiguration, before he moved off to Brazil, to learn enough for a potions mastery. He truly didn't know what he would do with his life, but the world was his oyster. But secretly, he used his magic to commit small crimes just to keep his skills sharp.
As for his biological family, Harry never got in touch with them again. They had chosen their side, now it was time for them to see he was his own person.
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Author's Note - A while back, I had an idea for this series, but so many things made my life hectic and I pushed it to the far reaches of my mind. I know its no excuse, but I wanted to finish this series now while I still had any interest in Harry Potter since I am finishing off writing it in a few months anyway.