Author's Note:

To Mario Vi Britannia: Rest assured, Harry will still have brushes with the Dark Side. Most of them will be focused on stuff related to his family or whenever some of his underlying trauma is agitated. It is a great way for him to kind of toe the line at times between good and bad.

To Joe-El: Worry not, I am going to keep up with the world building. I plan to trickle in more details and backstory as we go along. It always feels weird to drown readers in exposition when it is completely out of place. I will do my best to fill in any plotholes or past events as I go so that everything will eventually make sense. Also, I am thankful for the honest advice. It is always helpful to get some sincere feedback.

To dannyderailed: Yes, yes I did. I assure you that it is more than just lazy writing. I wanted to draw a parallel between Will from Fresh Prince and Harry from here. One core similarity between them is their abandonment issues which lead to them questioning their self worth. While they both appear confident and strong on the outside, part of them are the same kid who is still hoping for that missing connection.

To Leafyeyes417: I can confirm that a lot will be explained in flashbacks as time goes on. It might be a little confusing at first, but I assure you I will make sure everything gets fleshed out.

To Zandaino-Nova-Ari: The main reason for changing Hogwarts to a college instead of middle and high school stems heavily from maturity. The first reason it makes more sense for a wizard's magic to be more stable and easy to use after they finish growing and their hormones and body settles down. This also makes sense for mental maturity when it comes to complex aspects of magic. Another major factor is that having Harry as an adult makes more sense to me. A kid would have mood swings in and out if the Dark Side all of the time if they were dealing with the same abandonment issues as Harry. This makes his struggle more meaningful as an adult since he has more to ground him as he finds his way through the warring emotions. The third reason why is that it gives more time for backstory that will unfold as we go. There is not a whole lot of time for major events if the main story starts when he is eleven. As for the time jump between chapters, I prefer to phase in information about the backstory so that it makes the story flow better in my opinion. Flashbacks will be paired with different events that happen so that it will build connections between his past and present.

An additional thanks to agouraki and starboy454 for their positive reviews. It is always great to hear.

--

Chapter 4: Ambition Above All

I sit in the dark corner of some forgotton room aboard the ship. The air reeked of salt, rust, and rotting fish, but I embraced the scent nonetheless. To me, it was the scent of freedom.

I tighten my grip on the backpack sitting between my legs. It was filled with all of my possessions in this world. A spare change of clothes, some food, and every last bill and coin I could scrape together over the years. By the time you are thirteen, you can find a lot of money if you know where to look.

The only reason I bothered to stowaway on this ship instead of buying a ride across the pond is because that would require me to have a guardian or some proof that I should be traveling alone. Apparently, I am still garbage when it comes to Force Suggestions and all aspects that are centered outside the body.

"The right time, you believe?" Yoda asks me as he fades into sight as a Force illusion. "Prepare more, you will not?"

"I am not spending another day in that shithole," I tell him. "I don't care if this is just wishful thinking, but I have a feeling this is my time. Even if it is all in my head, I want to do this for me."

"Trust, I will," Yoda concedes. "In the Force. In you. Proven yourself, you have. Your path, you must walk."

"Thanks, old man," I say with a smile. "This tub of rust will make it to the States in a a couple weeks. I should be able to sneak around until then. I can't believe it is really over. I am finally leaving Britain."

"Miss it, will you?" Yoda inquires. "Your homeland, it is. Change it, you cannot."

"Fuck this place," I say with a laugh. "You couldn't drag me back to this dreary shithole of an island for anything. I would rather bite a bullet than come back. No, it is America for me, all the way. No retreat and no surrender. I am in it to the end of the line."

I let myself drift off to sleep as I rejoice in leaving England behind. This country has brought me nothing but tragedy, so I am leaving with a skip in my step. It might have been my parents' home, but I am going to make my own way. I can't let their ghosts hold me back. They would want more for me than some forgotten memories that were never mine in the first place.

This is the first day of the rest of my life. I can't wait to see what happens next.

--

I wake up from my dream as Hailey shakes me awake. "Harry, come on," she says. "We are going to be late. Mom is already waiting in the car."

As I glance out the window, I see that we had landed in London already. Oh, joy. I am back in this shithole. At least I will be leaving soon for the actual school. Why we have to take a stupid train to the fucking school is a mystery to me. This place is supposed to be way older than trains. That means someone thought it was a better idea than just getting your own happy ass there by the first day. I am already regretting this entire thing.

"Okay," I say with a groan as I get up from the soft chair. Carla really does not skimp when it comes to furnishing our private plane. That chair was nicer than half the beds I have slept in before, although that is not really a high bar. "Let's go to the magic train that's taking me to weirdo school."

Hailey just snickers at my description of the fine learning establishment I will soon be frequenting.

I don't bother getting any luggage since I know it has already been dumped into the car. Carla doesn't like to waste time being in countries that she thinks poorly of. Apparently, she has a loathing for England that rivals my own. No clue why since she doesn't like to talk about it, but it is probably a good idea to not make her wait any longer than she already has.

I hop down the stairs of the jet before popping open one of the doors of the limo. With a wave of my arm and a smile, I hold the door open for Hailey like the gentleman I am.

"My lady," I say with a grin as my girlfriend jusr rolls her eyes in exasperation at my behavior.

"Such class," she remarks with a smile of her own pulling at the edge of her lips.

"Of course," I reply. "Age before beauty after all."

She just gives me a deadpan before stomping on my foot. While I am hopping around on one foot, she climbs into the car next to her mom who was in the middle of reading her phone impatiently. I see the glare she leveled at me and realize that I will have to save the jokes for later. There is a non-zero chance that Carla would genuinely stab me if I wasted any more time. I made a period joke to her once when she was like this. I still have the scar.

I climb into the car and close the door as I continued to soothe my aching foot. Hailey was smiling contently from her place next to her mother as Carla herself continued to scowl at her phone.

"The investors are still antsy about you being out of the lab for so long while you are at school," she informs me after looking up and catching my gaze. "Even after I said it was a seclusion trip for inveting, they need to keep seeing results."

"It's fine," I say as I wave off her concern. "I am almost done with the prototype training remote. It just needs some final touches. Wait, how are they still this bad after I finished off the first-gen bacta tank?"

"They realized even more how much of a gold mine you are in every commercial sector," Carla answers with a sigh. "Energy, aerospace, robotics, programming, medicine, and defense. They don't want their golden goose wasting time when he could be printing them money. It can get them under control soon. It is just annoying that they keep pestering me when this is supposed to be a short break from work."

"Aren't you guys heading to the Alps or something after you drop me off?" I ask. "Something about Hailey going to your old boarding school?"

"Right on the money," Carla confirms. "We are going to see my cousin first since her duaghter is already attending. It is one of those preppy all girls schools to help them get prepared for high society away from the corrupting nature of boys. I wouldn't be sending Hailey unless it was important. I made a lot of important connections since it is an old money generational wealth place. Plus, it gives Hailey a chance to see her cousins again."

"It's been years since I saw little Ellie," Hailey says with a smile. "We haven't had a chance to visit since before you came to live with us, so you have never had a chance to meet them. It's probably for the best. The older one kind of sucks."

"She kind of does," Carla admits with a chuckle. "I just hope Polly managed to take that stick out of her ass and smack her with it already."

I just laugh as the mother and daughter duo take turns insulting their relative. It makes me a little happier to see that you don't have to get along with family. In some cases, you can wish them minor to moderate physical suffering and move on with your day. Hopefully, I can manage the same and stay away from the Potters who don't even remember I exist.

--

(At King's Crossing)

"I still feel you are overreacting right now," I say with a chuckle as I look at Hailey hidden behind a large pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap. "I truly doubt anyone is going to recognize you."

"You are one to talk," she says with a scoff. "You can hide behind the illusion of makeup and lighting. I can't show my face anymore without being mobbed."

"Hailey," I say as I try to hold back the impulse to sigh. "These are wizards. From everything we have ever heard about them, they avoid normal stuff like the plague. I truly doubt they will recognize anyone from a movie."

"Some of them were raised in the mundane world," Hailey replies. "I don't want any of them recognizing the main actress of the biggest summer blockbuster. I never should have listened to the two of you when you wanted to make that movie."

"Oh, come on," I tell my sulking girlfriend. "It was wildly successful, made us a ton of money, got your mom her directorial debut, probably going to earn a couple of Oscars and Golden Globes, and is the perfect advertising for when I eventually reform the Jedi Order. What was possibly bad about it?"

"The part about the whole world knowing who I am," she says with a deadpan. "I preferred my quiet simple life."

"You should have thought about that before following in your mom's footsteps of being an actress," I reply with a chuckle. She just pouts in response before digging an elbow into my side in retaliation. My grin quickly turns into a grimace under her tender loving touch.

"Let's get you on this heap of rust," Carla says as she gives me an affectionate pat on the head. "The sooner you are gone, the sooner we can leave this country."

"I'll miss you too, Carla," I say as I catch the small smile on her lips.

Hailey wraps me in a tight hug and buries her face into my chest as she gets in one last moment of affection before I am gone for months. I just squeeze her in return as I rub her back comfortingly. I am going to miss her as much as she will miss me.

Not one to let my chance slip away, I tilt her chin up and kiss her gently. She leans into me as we exchange a classic romcom final kiss before the main character leaves on a train. When she eventually pulls away, I see she has a smile on her face again.

"Have fun at school," she says. "Just don't forget what I asked you to do."

That totally killed the moment for me. "Yeah, I am still not going to do that," I reply. "I am totally fine."

"Yes, you are," Hailey says as she looks at me with a suddenly sharper smile. "I, however, don't want to be pumping out babies until the end of time. It is already hard enough to avoid with Yoda constantly messing with my birth control. You better bring back a couple of girls to help spread out the crazy, otherwise I will literally lose it."

"Most girls don't want their boyfriend to make a harem," I say as I still doubt whether or not this is a trap.

"Most guys don't have to restart an ancient space wizard order single handedly," she replies. "So, bring back some lucky girls so I don't have to do deal with that solo."

"Fine," I relent. "I will do my best."

"That's all I ask," Hailey says with a smile.

Ha, joke's on her. My best is going to be trash.

--

(On the Hogwarts Express)

I fiddle with the tool as I try and connect the last circuit to the new targeting chip. It wasn't the easiest in a shaking train, but I have done more in worse conditions before. As I finish the last touch of soldering, the door to the compartment slides open as someone looks in. It seems my solitude had come to an end.

A blond kid glanced into the compartment, saw that I was the only occupant, and ducked inside before slamming the door shut. He plopped down on the seat opposite from me with a sigh of relief. He glances up at me only to give me a nod of acknowledgment before closing his eyes. Cool, I guess this is the best possibility.

I start to examine the power flow when my peace is ruined once more. A blond girl, maybe related to the first guy, walks in and sees the new occupant of my compartment. "Hiding are we, Malfoy?" she asks with a look of distaste.

"Close the door, Greengrass," he says urgently. "I got away from those two boneheads and I don't want them to find me because you never managed to learn discretion."

"Oh, discretion," Greengrass replies. "Is that what they are calling cowardice these days? I must be behind the times."

"Oh, piss off," Malfoy says. "I would just prefer not to have the next generation of dad's pet gorillas following me around all of the time. I was losing brain cells by the second."

"You are right," Greengrass admits. "It is not like you have any to spare to begin with."

"Get fucked, Ice Queen," Malfoy retorts.

It was around then that the girl finally realizes someone else is in here with them. "And who might you be?" she asks with a look of cool indifference.

"Harry," I say as I don't even bother looking up. "Just Harry."

"Could you leave?" she asks. It might have been said like a question, but it was clearly an order. My guess is that she is used to being obeyed. Let's fix that.

"I'm cool, if it is all the same to you," I say as I keep looking over the training remote. "Don't mind me. I will be as quiet as a mouse."

"I would prefer it if you were not here," she says, the slightest touch of displeasure ringing in her voice. "If it is all the same to you."

"Sorry to say, this was my compartment first," I reply with a shrug. "I don't really feel like moving."

"You must be a muggleborn," she says with disdain. "That is the only reason you do not know to act with respect to the heiress of a noble house."

"I am technically a pureblood, I think," I inform her. "I will tell you the same thing I would tell the queen of England herself, you can fuck your pasty pompous ass off and leave me alone. I really doubt anyone is going to care enough about your face or tits to make up for your complete lack of a personality."

Malfoy has to physically cover his mouth to hide his grin and the laughter he was barely keeping bottled up. I guess most people don't stand up for themselves against the girl.

I was about to make another sarcastic remark when I was thrown off by how closely Greengrass was looking at me. It was more than a little creepy if I was being honest. What she finally said chilled my bones.

"Where have I seen you before?" she asks out loud. "I know I have seen your face before but I can't remember where."

I try not to show it on the outside, but I immediately started sweating. Is this what Haliey was talking about? No wonder she was hiding under those sunglasses. Should I have brought some?

"I just have one of those faces, I guess," I reply as I try to avoid looking at her.

"No, I know it was something specific," she says as she brushes off my explanation. "Was it a photo?"

I could feel an actual bead of sweat trickled down my temple as I worry she was about to reveal my secret identity less than an hour through the trip. Why did I trust in magical racism so much?

"Oh, I know where I recognize you from," Greengrass finally says. "You kind of look like Potter."

I couldn't hold back the massive sigh of relief at her statement. Oh, thank God. I was worried she recognized me from the movie. It was just my shitty family instead. That is such a load off of my back.

"That makes sense," I agree. "It is because I am a Potter."

Greengrass' jaw dropped in what was perhaps her only expression of genuine shock since birth. Malfoy promptly choked on the spit he was swallowing and spent a minute hacking it up. I just enjoyed the ambiance before they finally regained their wits.

"You are a Potter?" she asks.

"Yes," I confirm with a grin. This very well might be the only time I will ever be happy to admit it.

"You are a Potter?" she repeats like she expected a different answer the second time.

"I was the last time I checked," I answer as my smile widens. Oh, this is just too much fun.

"You... are a Potter," she says once more. I am beginning to worry that the surprise gave her a stroke. She was kind of a bitch, but I didn't want to take it that far.

"Are you as stunned as she is right now?" I ask Malfoy.

"I am just trying to process the fact that the pompous prick actually has a brother who I don't want to punch immediately," Malfoy says. "No offense to you, but your brother is a first rate cunt."

"That brings me more joy than I can express," I tell him honestly. "I have no memories of my birth family, so it warms my heart to know that I wasn't missing out on much."

"Where even were you for the past eighteen years?" Malfoy asks. "I don't remember ever meeting you at the social parties so it had to be pretty early on."

"I was in America for the important bits," I inform him. "I was so relieved to be away from this soggy piece of shit you call a country."

"Eh, fair," Malfoy accepts. "My name is Draco Malfoy. You have already met Daphne Greengrass, the soon to be crowned Ice Queen of our year. She usually doesn't break like this, but I have to say it is damn amusing."

"I need to sit down," Daphne finally says. "My brain hurts. How can there be a male Potter who doesn't seem like a complete piece of shit?"

"If it makes you feel any better, my girlfriend thinks that I am a piece of shit at least once a week," I comfort the blond heiress. "On a related note, would you be interested in joining a long term relationship which would eventually require the conception of three to five children in exchange for emotional, physical, and financial fulfillment? I will forewarn you that you will not be the only individual with a similar relationship if you agree."

"Did you just ask me if I wanted to join your harem?" she asks with a deadpan that would make Hailey proud.

"Pretty much," I confirm.

"I would rather die," she answers simply.

"Oh, wow," I say with the least enthusiastic reaction I could manage. "I am so heartbroken. How ever will I recover from this crushing rejection? Oh, wait. Yeah, I am good now. I fulfilled my promised attempt and Hailey can't even get mad at me now. God, I am a genius."

"Finding a way to do the bare minimum to get someone off your back?" Malfoy asks. "Oh, you are a Slytherin if I ever met one. I can't see a raven, badger, or lion doing something like that. They just don't have the cunning."

"What is that whole thing about houses and stuff?" I ask. "I heard McGonagall talking about it, but I mever got the best explanation."

"They split up the students based on what you either value the most or what you embody the most," Draco explains. "You could idealize intellect and end up a Ravenclaw even though you are dumb as a sack of rocks. You could also be the most intelligent person in the world but end up in Hufflepuff because you wanted loyalty and friends. Personally, I am hoping for Slytherin since my mom and dad were in it. That house specializes in cunning and ambition. Hufflepuffs are loyalty and hard work, Raveclaws are intelligence and studying or something, and Gryffindors are brave and courageous. I would advise against going to Gryffindor all things considered."

"Is Gryffindor really that bad?" I inquire.

"Not quite, to be honest," Draco reluctantly admits. "My dad doesn't like them too much on principle, but my mom says they are not that bad. More than anything, the issue is what most people interpret as bravery. From what she says, bravery used to mean running into danger and overcoming fear. Nowadays, it means running into danger because you either are too impulsive to realize it's dangerous or too foolish to understand how dangerous it is."

"So, it is filled with a bunch of impulsive dumbasses who aren't afraid of trouble because they think it's impressive to run headlong into the thick of it without a single though to their own safety?" I ask in confirmation.

Draco just wearily nods his head like he was annoyed by the very idea. Well, at least I know where I don't want to end up.

We slip into a comfortable silence as Draco stares out the window, Greengrass broods in the corner, and I fiddle with the training remote to try and finish setting it up. The only other thing of note was a bushy haired brunette girl coming by while helping a guy look for his pet toad. Malfoy just directed them to the nearest prefect so that they could help the pair instead.

However, as we were nearing Hogwarts and we switched into our robes, a pair of red headed twins came by.

"Well, look at all of the little firsties in here," one of them says. "We were wondering if any of you fine gentlemen or lady were interested in placing bets on how the Sorting will go."

"No bets on yourself by the way," the other one continues. "No fun in rigging the whole thing."

"Majority or individual?" Draco asks for clarification.

"Both," the first twin answers. "You can bet on which house will get the most new students and which house an individual can go to."

"Odds change between houses and between people," the other follows up with. "Some bets are almost guarenteed, so there isn't much point in betting in the first place. Hufflepuff and Gryffindor are the favorites this year for majority, but a lot of individuals are still up for grabs."

"I put fifty galleons on Potter ending up in Slytherin," Draco says.

"Fifty galleons?" the twins ask in shock at the same time.

"I would like to make the same wager," Daphne says with a raised hand. "I bet fifty as well on Potter."

"You both really think the Boy Who Lived is going to join Slytherin?" the first one asks. "Even with his whole family having gone to Gryffindor?"

"What can I say?" Draco replies with a smile. "I have a hunch a Potter is going to join the snakes."

"Your loss," the second says. "No takebacks after the fact."

"I would never dream of it," Draco says with a laugh. "You Weaselys aren't so bad after all."

"Can't say we ever thought we would..." one says.

"Meet a Malfoy we didn't want to punch," the other finishes with a grin as they move to leave.

"Just make sure to pay up if I win!" Draco calls after them to the chuckles of the redheads.

I wonder how much money that bet will make if it pays off? Eh, what do I care? I will just have to see where I end up.

--

(Sorting Ceremony)

When my name gets called, it was like the sound from the entire hall was stolen for a moment. The students all had their eyes widen, their jaws drop, and their brains do a hard reset. When they finally managed to process it, they broke out into whispers as they immediately began to generate rumors about where I came from.

I choose to ignore their idle theorizing in favor of getting sorted into my house. I pop a squat on the stool and toss the hat on my head as I close my eyes.

'Hmph, you have quite the mind here,' a voice says in my head. I was more used to it than the average person from talking to Yoda so much, but it was still surprising to hear a new one. 'So many contradictions.'

'Can you speed this up?' I ask the voice with a thought. 'I would prefer to skip forward.'

'Impatient as always,' the hat grumbles. 'You students are all the same. Very well, I will begin. You are extremely intelligent and hunger for knowledge, but your drive is not for the knowledge itself. Your goal is the use you can get from it. Ravenclaw is not the home for you. You are loyal to a fault, but your loyalty is nigh impossible to obtain for anyone who does not possess it. Hufflepuff is not right either. I would say that you could be a Gryffindor with your willingness to face any adversity for your chosen few, but you are still shackled by countless fears. They restrain you more than you can acknowledge or accept and they will continue to bind you until you choose to free yourself. The lions are not your place, at least as you are now.'

'That leaves Slytherin, right?' I ask the hat.

'Where better for a man who makes a living by reverse engineering Republic technology and selling it through his company?' the hat asks with a grin carried through its voice. 'When you made a fortune by creating a documentary about the Jedi disguised as a science fiction movie? That take cunning and ambition. The only house for you is...'

"Slytherin!" the hat calls out to the renewed dead silence of the hall. I open my eyes to see their jaws drop even more than before. My eyes dart to the Slytherin table where Draco is grinning at the fact he won his long shot bet with the twins. After all, a Potter did end up in Slytherin.

As I retuen the hat to the chair and start walking to the Slytherin table, I call out to Draco, "You owe me half the money you made!"

"Try and make me!" he shouts back with a smile.

That smile was promptly wiped off of his face when I tooking a running leap over the table and tackled him off the bench on the other side. He could barely say, "What the...!" before we were wrestling on the floor to the confusion and amazement of the entire school.

We were shoving on each other's faces when I catch sight of a blond at the table looking at us with disdain. "Daphne!" I shout. "Help me beat up Draco! I need some help!"

"No, help me, Greengrass!" Draco insists. "We have known each other for years! If you help anyone, it should be me!"

--

(Daphne Greengrass POV)

As she sat back down, she does her best to remove any traces of annoyance or anger from her expression as she restores her perfectly emotionless mask. It was hard to do when Malfoy and Potter were already working on her last nerve before the Opening Feast was even finished!

She doesn't spare a glance to where they are leaning face forward on the table after she slammed her fist into their skulls and knocked the idiots out. She dumped them into the nearest seats before returning to her own seat. At least they were no longer a nuisance that delayed the Sorting.

As she sat with all of the grace and elegance one should expect from the pureblood heiress of a noble house, she allowed herself to quietly savor the sound of the Weasely twins releasing delightful sounds of torment as they realize they had lost so much money betting against Slytherins. It should serve to teach the fools to never bet against a snake.

--

(Sirius Black POV)

When he had been hired by Dumbledore to act as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher since the intended professor, Quirell, never returned from his research trip to Albania, he thought that the most outrageous thing he would encounter was some shameless students getting it on in a public place. What he never expected was to see one of his godsons, the child he had not seen in over a decade, appear out of the blue and end up in Slytherin. He just watched him wrestle with his nephew until a blond girl brains the two of them and tosses them onto the table.

It didn't make any sense. All those years ago, James had told him that Harry was going to live with Lily's muggle family since his magic was damaged from Voldemort's attack. Now, that same boy is at Hogwarts. James couldn't have possibly made that decision without double checking his own son, could he?

He feels the answer before he can even think about it. James always fawned over Junior more than Harry from the moment they were born. There was no one more overjoyed than James when Junior turned out to be the Boy Who Lived and the one who defeated the Dark Lord. It wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility for him to accept the diagnosis since it wasn't about his favorite son. He knew James long enough to know the man could get blinded by his own bullshit and ignore what mattered. It was the same reason he spent so much time rising the ranks of the Auror department instead of at home.

His eyes passed to the right where Lily sat with an expression of shock and horror. He had no idea what could be going through her head right then. How could he? She was a mother who had abandoned her son for years from the belief that it would be the best choice for him in the long run. After all, most squibs in magical families grew resentful of wizards and witches for having the powers they could only dream of. If he was raised by muggles, he wouldn't see himself as flawed compared to his family.

Now, she had to realize that her choice meant nothing. She wasn't doing the right thing and giving him a better life. She was just leaving her son to grow up alone in a world he did not belong in. He would never know the joy of family and would only experience the emptiness of isolation.

He could empathize with the boy after growing up in the hellish Black family. Then again, he still had Regulus and his three cousins to help soften the pain, if only until Regulus and Bellatrix became Death Eaters. He never had be truly alone.

His gaze slipped over to the Gryffindor table where Rose had a look of confusion as she gazed at the Slytherin table. A small part of her might remember her little brother, but she was so young when he left that it was likely she was just struggling with the idea of having a brother she never knew about.

Sirius didn't know how all of this would turn out. He was no seer and he was always thankful of that fact. It would be bad enough to know what was coming and even worse to not be able to change it. He just hoped that whatever came to pass wouldn't hurt too much.

--

(James Potter Jr. POV)

He had never hated anyone more in his life. As he was surrounded by the chatter of his new housemates, their incessant babble covered up the sound of his teeth grinding against one another.

This was supposed to be his moment. The day he was sorted into Gryffindor and followed in the footsteps of his parents and Dumbledore in the strongest house. It would be the next chapter in his story.

Now, the only thing people are talking about is the Potter family reject. The lesser twin who was cast out for being powerless in a world that worships magic.

Despite that, here he is. Taking all of the attention. Taking what was his.

He never should have crawled out of whatever hole he was hiding in all of these years. He should know his place like the garbage he is.

James didn't care about any blood relation that he might have with Harry. He just cared about showing the world that the twin was nothing more than a failure who was worth less than the dirt beneath his feet.

Even if he had to teach that lesson himself.

--

Author's Note:

There goes the next chapter in The Dawn of the Jedi! We see Harry get sorted into Slytherin, become buds with Draco and Daphne, and the first glimpse of his past is revealed.

For those wondering about the references to a movie, the answer is yes. He totally made Star Wars. Hey, protocol droids aren't cheap!

Feel free to write me a review and let me know how I did. I am practically fueled by reviews, so don't be shy. I always make sure to take all reviews to heart and respond to any questions at the beginning of each chapter.

If you liked the story and want to keep up to date, favorite and follow to get notifications when new chapters are released.

If you are interested in my other work, you can find my stories through my profile.

A pleasure as always,

Titan900

Current Favorites: 151, Current Follows: 207, Current Reviews: 25