My first attempt at a story that has been running around in my brain. What would happen if Harry Potter was the rebirth of Arthur Morgan? Arthur gets to be a badass and resume being an outlaw. Though he'll now have magic to add into the mix.

The pairing is yet to be decided but I am not throwing Ginny or Hermione at him. Personally for me I am not a fan of those two characters.

Arthur will not think of himself as Harry Potter. There will be a chapter where he will magically change his name to what it has always been. So when he enters Hogwarts many will be confused on why he'll have a different name yet still have the trademark scar. Hosea will be the only character other than Arthur in the Potterverse. He'll be adopting Arthur and will be a mage as well.

Chapter 1: Welcome Back Arthur Morgan

Arthur was in his relatives attic cleaning it out when he stumbled upon his mother's trunk. He wasn't as dumb as he looks he realized he was living a new life. There was nothing here that resembled his old life. Still he couldn't believe his parents of this life named him Harry Potter. It was a ridiculous name in his opinion but he was still curious about his mother. What little he could remember from that night six years ago was that she died for him. He didn't believe what his relatives said about them at all not with the memories he had. Shifting some things around Arthur ran his small hands over the beautiful trunk. He could feel something from the trunk and hissed quietly when his finger was cut. Pulling his hand back he heard the click of a lock unlocking before the lid lifted.

It was a good thing he was here alone at the moment. Petunia and her whale of a family had gone out for the day. Leaving him a long list of chores that he had already finished. Now he was just working through the attic like a good boy or so they think. He looked into the trunk and began sorting through all his mother's things. In this world he at least remembered what his mother looked like. And his father was a good man according to the few memories he had. There was a journal buried in the bottom that was mostly tattered and worn. So his mother had been using it for some time now. Curious as any child would be he pulled it out and began skimming through the entries. That is until he reached the one titled the night of his first birthday.

July 31, 1981

Today was a wonderful day and my baby boy has just turned a year old. It's sad to think that outside is a war raging on. But James assures me that Harry will be safe here. I want to believe him but something deep in my bones tells me we don't have long with our son. Harry's a bright and wonderful boy but he no longer resembles either us. His hair is more dirty blonde and his eyes more blue than they are green. I wish I knew what caused it but no matter what he looks like. Harry will always be my baby boy, a son I will die for.

I watched Harry play with his toys and it hurt to know that he had a prophecy hanging over his head. Albus Dumbledore is not the man I thought he was. Each time he is over he has this look in his eyes. Even Harry sees it because he tries to get away as fast as possible. I fear for the life he may live should anything happen to me and James. The only thing I can do is protect him even from the grave. I found a way to do that and one day Harry will be able to harness that power. I must leave for now as my beautiful boy must get to bed. I pray that he will live a long and fruitful life wherever he is placed.

Lily Potter

Arthur closed the book and sighed as he ran a hand over his lightning scar. His mother did do as she said and died for him. He still wanted to know what that green light was. Putting the journal back in the trunk he continued to rummage around. That is until his hands felt something so familiar that he wanted to actually cry. Pulling it out he saw a beautiful leather holster that had the most beautiful pistol in it. The metal was pitch black with etchings of deer and flowers in gold. Fingers ran over the etchings and had a feeling they represented his parents. Setting it aside he found a small booklet on how to work the magical pistol. There was also instructions on how to make more of them.

He looked up when he heard the sound of the front door. So he put it all away and found that the trunk had a gem that just appeared. Curiously he pressed it and the trunk shrunk which made him smile. He shoved the trunk in his pocket and began finishing his task. It was mostly completed anyways, he was good about that. He steadily ignored the sting from his lashed back. And his no doubt broken left wrist because he had gotten used to the abuse. He didn't like it but he would make sure they paid for it. Not today though, he had this funny feeling in his gut. Today was a day of change he could sense it. He just hoped he didn't end up dead by their hands.

"BOY! GET DOWN HERE AND STOP BEING LAZY!" He rolled his eyes at his uncle's bellow and opened the door. Then turned around and carefully made his way down the ladder. He was dusty and dirty from all his time cleaning. Once he was safely on the floor he bit back the yelp that wanted to leave him. "Eat what your aunt graciously got for you freak." Vernon snarled as he tossed the boy towards the kitchen. Soon they would be rid of this freakishness from their home. Arthur caught himself before he could fall then did as he bade. Already he could tell something was off about the food. He had to when it came to this family since they had tried countless times to kill him.

It wasn't long until he was face first in his food sleeping soundly. "He's out Pet. I'll get him to that forest you told me about. Soon we'll be rid of the nuisance that is your nephew." Vernon said as he picked up the skinny underfed child. Then slung him over his shoulder and made his way out to his car.

Arthur groaned as he came to in a forest and from the looks of it he was pretty deep in. Sitting up he yawned and ran his broken hand through his sandy locks. To him this was honestly nothing new as he could still remember the torture Colm put him through. The damn O'Driscoll was just trying to off Dutch in any way that he could. Thinking about Dutch always made his heart squeeze in pain. He loved that man like he had been a father to him. But when he died fighting Micah he just turned his back on him. Sighing he got up and stumbled a little before looking around more thoroughly.

His eyes scanned the area before he pulled out his mother's trunk. Setting it down he opened it and pulled out the gun. Then he shrunk it and put it away again, better a gun than nothing. He began walking deeper into the forest hoping he would find something to use as shelter. That is until he felt a tingle down his spine and raised his gun. Instantly on alert when he heard the sound of hooves on the ground. "Well I'll be. Arthur is that you?" Said a voice he knew all too well from his past. Looking up at the silver colored horse he lowered his gun. "Hosea?" He was shocked to see his other father figure. The man looked to be in his prime and was on the same horse he remembered from before.

Hosea slid off Silver Dollar and knelt down in front of his younger friend. His son in all but blood happy to have one face he knew so well. "Yeah and by the looks of it you are what six? A lot younger than the last time me and Dutch found you. Abandoned I take it?" He picked Arthur up and settled him on the saddle before getting on behind him. He had lived a slightly more peaceful life here in this world. He still found it hard to believe he was a mage here. "Yeah abusive relatives that can't seem to understand what normal parenting is. I have a wroken wrist and I am malnourished." Arthur said as they made their way to Hosea's ranch. Because knowing Hosea he owned a ranch and Arthur was itching to get back in the saddle.

"And you're obviously Harry Potter but no longer look like your father or mother. I recognize the scar on your forehead but what I can't understand is how you ended up in this world." Hosea had felt his wards flare with the presence of someone on his property. So he investigated on Silver Dollar and now he was riding back with Arthur. "Yeah I don't know about that one either Hosea. All I know is I'm magical and my mother made a pistol with instructions on how to make more. Magical ones that is and now I plan to make an arsenal when I get the chance. Harry Potter as a name is very tacky Hosea I hate the name."

Hosea chuckled as he entered the lands near the stable. Then pulled Silver Dollar to a stop and got off before grabbing Arthur. "Well magically we can change your name back to what it originally is. I can adopt you as well Arthur but we would have to do all that through the Goblins. Once all that is done we can get an early start on your training. I have a feeling you'll need it with the way your status as a national hero is." He informed him as he led Arthur into his home. Things were going to change around here now that he had one person he could trust back in his life. Hosea was happy it was Arthur who came back and not Dutch. As much as he trusted Dutch things had begun to turn for the worst in his downward spiral of madness.

A little rushed but I wanted to get this one out of the way. I hope to have a little more depth in the next chapter.

Happy reading and please don't be afraid to leave me a review! PM me if anyone has a suggestion for Arthur's future love interest. It can be any girl (with a reasoning) as long as it's not Ginny or Hermione.