1 Enter The Uncrowned Prince

*Harry's POV*

It has been a strange week. Then again strange things always happened in my life. My teachers hair turning blue, my hair growing back overnight, talking to snakes, ending up on the roof after running from my cousin and his friends. But this week has been stranger. First off a letter addressed to my cupboard under the stairs. Uncle Vernon didn't like that letter and took it from me. But more kept coming along with owls. Owls, owls, and more owls. It got so bad my Uncle boarded up the house but then a swarm of letters came through the chimney. I thought I could take one without notice but I got caught and…

So my Uncle decided we had to move. Now in some lighthouse in the middle of nowhere. Once more I have to pretend to have cake on my birthday by drawing a cake on the dirty floor as they won't let me have a bed here. Loud booms resounded as someone banged on the door like a cannon and then the door broke revealing the largest man I have ever seen. The man bent my Uncles shotgun like it was made of taffy. But he seems kind to me he even brought me a cake.

Turns out my mother and father didn't die in a drunken car crash like my Aunt and Uncle told me. From the giant mans words I am a Wizard, a person with magic, and my mother and father were a Witch and Wizard too. Of course I was 'raised' to believe magic was a fake so I didn't believe him right away until he gave my cousin a pigs tail using his umbrella. I'm a wizard? Well it does explain the odd things that happen around me that get me in trouble.

A flying motorcycle! I am actually in a flying motorcycle! I should probably be scared but no I just feel freedom I suppose that's the word. As I am lead to believe I am famous for something, defeating some Dark Lord I don't remember. People in this Leaky Cauldron place seem to congratulate me but I don't remember doing anything and honestly I think they should be praising my mother and father not me after all I was a baby when all this happened after all. One man stuttered a lot and smelt like garlic. I am told he will be my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, whatever that means. This man, Quirrell though gives me chills I can't explain.

Hagrid, the giant man or rather half giant, lead me around back and he opened a wall by pressing his umbrella to three bricks. It opened to a whole different world. It was like some shopping district and from what I been told it mostly is. I already see a shop for animals, books, a shop with broomsticks in the window.

Before we can get in too far a boy began walking towards us. He is looking directly at me but he doesn't have the awe or the gratitude like the others who only see me as The Boy-Who-Lived, even Hagrid gave me that look. No, this Black Haired boy is just looking at me, just Harry. From his eyes, which were green like mine yet darker, I can tell he doesn't see me like everyone else. I think for the first time in my life someone is looking at me as just myself. Not a Freak, or a liar, or delinquent, or most recently a Savior. No just Harry. It's comforting.

The boy walks straight up to us seemingly ignoring Hagrid. "Are you Harry Potter?" Even the way he talks to me is as if he is just speaking to another person, wait not entirely, I can hear something else in his voice but I can't seem to recall what it is. I can only nod my head and thought this boy before me wanted to see the scar but no he doesn't even look at my forehead. He merely smiles at me. His smile held such warmth in it it nearly scolded me. I never received such warmth before. "I am Alexander Prince, I am your brother." I was stunned.

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Alexander Prince knew he was different from a very young age. He could walk and talk early. He quickly learned to read. He never forgot a single thing he had seen, heard, smelled, or tasted. Still the strangest thing that sealed he was different happened when he was six. You see he really wanted a book and it flew off the shelf directly into his hand. Though this is the not the only odd thing that has happened around him. When he got angry things broke by themselves. He also seemed to be able to understand animals it's not like he can verbally talk to them but like he can understand them in his head.

Still he was a little concerned so he brought it up to his mother, Amanda Prince. Amanda Prince was a strong and independent woman. She owned Viper Technologies a well known business in London at the time. Some businesses over the years tried to take over hers and ended up being devoured instead. His mother was like a Viper. Beautiful, dangerous, cunning. When her enemies pushed she would plan and then strike quick and fast leaving them with nothing while letting her own grow larger.

Mother only sighed and sat down seemingly defeated. "I thought you would be a squib like me but I guess… Okay son what you did is called Magic." Of course I was very skeptical about that but then again mom raised me to be open minded. She says a closed mind gets tunnel vision and that leads to danger. "There is a world right by ours filled with Witches and Wizards and all kinds of creatures from werewolves to dragons. Now I am not a Witch I am what they call a Squib. Meaning I have a magical parent but I have very little to no magic myself so I can't cast spells."

So far I am following but it seems unbelievable. "My father, your grandfather, was named Archibold Prince. He got drunk and got in a one night stand with a muggle woman, muggle meaning a person who has no magic or magic parents. My mother Alexia Yarrow, your grandmother, had me nine months later. Of course Prince's were pureblood but at least that bastard of a father had a little decency. He gave her some money to live and told her about the magic world but he practically abandoned me and my mother the moment he found out I was a squib. Giving us a small amount of money and then never contacting us again"

I can feel moms anger so I sat beside her and gave her arm a hug. She in return pats my head. "Anyway I wanted nothing to do with the Magical World after that but it seemed to find me anyway. Seven years ago, much like my mother and father, a drunk man and me had a one night stand. I got pregnant with you." She smiles at me showing me she loves me dearly and making sure I understand I wasn't some mistake. "Well this man was much more honorable than my father. He took immediate responsibility for us. Though he was already married he still showed up and cared for us often as he could and I believe he had you already signed up for Hogwarts along with a Trust Vault, he believed without a doubt that you would be a wizard. Hogwarts is a magical school and they should send you a letter when you turn eleven."

Okay my grandfather was a prick but my father was a good man despite the situations being the same. That is good at least. "Your fathers name was James Potter. He wanted me to be his second wife, polygamy is allowed in their world, but in that time there was a war going on and he couldn't risk it until the Dark Lord was defeated. Your father came to me sometime in October and told me he had to go into hiding but couldn't tell me where as I had no magic to defend myself. That was the last I heard or even saw your father so either he abandoned us, is still in hiding, or dead I do not know. I can't check to see which one is since I don't know how to get into their world since my own father never took me there and James never told me how. Anyway all I wanted was to care for you and I thought I would have no connections to that world again but it came to us anyway" Her voice sounded sad. So I kiss her cheek she smiles in return.

Mom picks me up and takes me to her room where she pulls out a small picture from her nightstand handing it over to me. In the picture was my mother holding a baby, which I assume is me, and beside her was a man with messy hair and glasses. He was waving at me, literally the picture was waving at me. Both my mother and father, as I assume he is, had such bright smiles. Mom is the most important thing to me so seeing my mother look happy with the man who is my father made me smile too. Though to be honest I don't feel much for my father after all how am I supposed to feel about a man I don't remember meeting? I care more about my living mother than the dead father I never got to know.

After that day I decided I needed to get stronger to protect myself and my mother from that world as neither of us know if that Dark Lord is still around. My mom said I probably should since she senses that when I get older bad things may happen and I trust her instincts since they are almost always right. Yet I can't get books, or a wand, or well anything from the magical world because my mother doesn't know how to get there. She mentioned owls but we can't just find one since they need to be special owls.

Mom was already signing me up for Martial Arts even before this seeing as I loved watching it on the Telly and I wanted to be like my favorite Super Hero, Iron Fist. So I will at least know self defense. But all things magical I will need to learn myself. I don't have a wand so instead I focus on the feeling. It was like a warmth pulling at me when I made that book come to me so I try to recreate that. The first few days nothing happened but finally I got another book to wiggle a little so it is a partial success. Since I can get it to move even by accident and now can get it to wiggle on purpose it makes me wonder if I will even need a wand in the future. My guess is that wands only make things easier since most people can become easily distracted.

The years kinda rushed by after that. When I was eight I began to notice I was changing slightly. I felt more predatory like I was a wolf among many sheep. Not to say I was a bully no I only fought with bullies who picked on others. Still it was odd but mom didn't have an answer for me about these changes. Other than that I made much progress in my wandless magic, as I called it. I could now summon and levitate anything in the house so long as I had a clear image. It was like i had telekinesis. On the 'muggle' side of things I was being called Little Genius. My mothers side of the family has always been smart and apparently it transferred to me. I had a high IQ and remembered everything I read. I was already able to do work at a High School level.

I'm not sure how to feel about the attention. On one hand I felt immense pride on the other I didn't much care for all the sheep preening over me. My martial arts are going well too. I train in a variety of different disciplines. My sensei is very proud of me as I am his top student seeing as he only has to demonstrate something once or twice for me to understand. Able to face opponents bigger and older than myself by a few years. My sensei is even planning on taking me to watch some tournaments in person. Which gave me the idea. What if I could combine martial arts and magic? Iron Fist seems to use magic seeing as his fist glow so maybe I can replicate that.

Ten years old now I have just won the Regional Youth Mixed Martial Arts Tournament. The gold medal is nice and my mother was very proud of me despite her work she never missed a single match. Of course I didn't use magic to win. I would never cheat like that! But I did manage to make my magic effect my physical body when activated. It is like an invisible armor that increases the force behind my hits, ups my speed, and enhances my senses. Again I DID NOT CHEAT! I never used even an ounce of magic to win my gold medal. It is beneath my pride to use magic against non magic people. Other than that I have made no attempt for any other spell as I don't know how to do anything else. I have no real basis and I would rather not blow up our house trying.

July 27th, my birthday, I turned eleven, it was a good party just me, my mother, a few friends, and my sensei. It was nice though I would rather not be in the paper for my own birthday, damn reporters don't they have better things to do than put an eleven year old's birthday in the newspaper?! They are even calling me the Uncrowned Prince of England! Still like mom said the next day it finally came. My letter to Hogwarts.