Although Dragons are one of the strongest creatures in the world due to their lesser numbers and their bodies which were walking treasure troves, they were hunted and captured. Now, a human's soul has fused with the progeny of Dragon King and Phoenix Queen. Watch his rise to become the Beast King of the Harry Potter world.

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE:

"What is this all about?" Dolores Umbridge simpered as she was shown into the Head of the DMLE's office. "I have detentions to oversee!"

That was the wrong thing to say, Amelia thought as she fought down her anger. Which student was tonight's torture victim?

"This should not take long, Madam," she said smoothly, ignoring the way the toad bristled at the omission of her titles. She was, after all, both the Hogwarts Inquisitor and Fudge's Chief Undersecretary, but Amelia couldn't care less. Not when the room she was being brought to was a courtroom for her own trial, after all.

"If you could please sit in the accused's chair," Kingsley said levelly upon reaching the courtroom, and Umbridge walked with a sniff over to the indicated chair.

Mutters began in the ranks of the Wizengamot, until one of them spoke up. "Now then, what is this? We thought we were to sit trial against Death Eaters, not the Chief Undersecretary!"

"Lord Liechtenstein," Amelia addressed one of the purple-robed figures, "This trial was requested by Lord Potter-Black and approved by the temporary Chief Warlock, Madam Longbottom, when she heard that it affects our children."

Beady eyes turned to where Harry Potter-Black was sitting calmly, dressed in identical purple robes. "Then let us hear what Madam Umbridge is accused of."

Augusta Longbottom rapped her gavel sharply on the podium she stood behind. "I call this session of the Wizengamot to order. Today's trial is for Dolores Umbridge, Chief Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, Ministry-appointed Hogwarts Inquisitor, and Ministry-appointed Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor." Several mutters arose at the pointed specification that the woman had been appointed by the Minister to all her posts. "Madam Bones, please read the charges."

Amelia unfurled a parchment and read from it, "Dolores Umbridge is charged with unlawful use of a Blood Quill, exceeding fifty counts, unlawful abuse of power, abuse of rank, abuse of trust, ad hominem abuse, child abuse, defamation, discriminatory abuse, intimidation using violence or the threat of violence to attain political goals, official misconduct, physical abuse, prejudice, racial abuse, and torture."

The hall was utterly quiet as the DMLE head walked up to the podium and handed Madam Longbottom the roll of parchment. Harry was trying hard to keep a satisfied smirk off his face – he hadn't realized that Amelia could find that many charges for the toad – and Umbridge's eyes were nearly popping out of her face, they were that wide. Fudge, sitting on the defendant's bench, was so white-faced that Harry was sure he'd faint.

"This is absurd!" Umbridge spluttered. "Who called for these charges?"

"Lord Potter-Black did," Amelia supplied, casting her niece's professor a hard look. "Lord Potter-Black, if you would testify to your reasons for the charges?"

"Of course, Madam Bones." Harry stood, and wondered whether he was supposed to walk down or stay where he was. When neither Amelia nor Madam Longbottom made a sign for him to move he remained where he was. "As you already know, I was once her student, and I have accused her only of acts she has committed so far in this time frame." Seeing that several people were taken aback at the thought that there could be even more charges applied to one woman, Harry helpfully supplied, "In the future as I knew it, she could have also been charged with the use of an Unforgivable – she cast the Crucio curse on me with the intent of torture at the end of my fifth year." Waving his hand as though it didn't matter, but knowing from the courtroom's reactions that he had just added another nail to her coffin, he said, "But that hasn't happened yet. What I have accused her of is using a Blood Quill on students in detentions – we had to write lines with it, and to this day I retain the scar." He held up his right hand, knowing that the scar was visible only to those closest to his seat. "Most of the other charges are due to Madam Umbridge forcing her political views on her students, abusing me to get me to stop saying Voldemort was back, and openly showing her prejudice against certain Hogwarts professors and members of staff. She should never have been given a position of power over anyone, let alone over a whole school of children. Her position as Hogwarts Inquisitor gave her the power to systematically oppress the student body, and neither the teachers nor the Headmaster could do anything about it."

"Thank you, Lord Potter-Black," Amelia said, and he seated himself again, casually positioning his hands in a way that those around him could clearly see the scar reading 'I must not tell lies'. "Does the accused have anything to say in defense?"

"I have a right to legal representation," Umbridge drew herself to her full height – which was far less impressive than she had most likely hoped.

"Your court representative is beside Minister Fudge on the defendant's bench," Amelia pointed out evenly. Barrister Barnes had been fully briefed on the charges and the reasons for them, and though he too wished to see this woman behind bars he would defend her to the best of his abilities. "Do you agree to having Mister Barnes represent you in court, or would you prefer to represent yourself?"

Umbridge's face clearly expressed that she had wanted to delay the trial until she could either find someone of her choosing to represent her or flee the country, for she knew that there was no barrister good enough to get her out of this situation. "I accept Mister Barnes as my defendant," Umbridge grudgingly assented.

"Excellent. Barrister, if you would give your defense?"

As everyone involved had expected, while Mister Barnes had come up with some good arguments, Umbridge's guilt was clear, and she was convicted to life in Azkaban. Not the high security wing, but even so Harry understood Umbridge's screams as she was removed from the courtroom.

Madam Longbottom called the court to order. "The second point of order is a vote of No Confidence for the Minister of Magic, called by Lord Potter-Black. Lord Potter-Black, if you would explain your reasons for the vote?"

"Thank you, Madam Longbottom," Harry said as he stood once more. "We have just completed the trial for Madam Umbridge, on whom the Wizengamot voted unanimously for lifelong incarceration. I would like to point out that Madam Umbridge was until just a few minutes ago the Chief Undersecretary to the Minister, as well as a Hogwarts Inquisitor and Professor that the Minister himself set in place with the goal of keeping the students from aligning themselves with me or the Headmaster against the Ministry. I argue that Minister Fudge knew not the specifics, but the general methods that Madam Umbridge would use, and as such not only condoned, but enabled abuse of power, abuse of rank, abuse of trust, ad hominem abuse and defamation, along with several other charges that were leveled against Madam Umbridge. I put forward that Minister Fudge himself be charged with abuse of authority, and call for a vote of No Confidence. I would also argue that he is simply incompetent – I am sure we all remember his flat-out denials concerning Voldemort's return. There are other, minor charges that could be brought up against Minister Fudge should it come to a trial."

As soon as Harry had sat down a Wizengamot member called out, "What other charges could be brought up against Fudge?"

"I personally would accuse him of character assassination," Harry rose, "a charge that I incidentally would also level against the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet." He noticed Lord Hirving, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, slowly leaning back in his seat. "Corruption and bribery, also, for I know that Minister Fudge was generously… supported, shall we say, by the late Lord Malfoy."

"Late?" an astute member echoed, and Harry nodded.

"It is not common knowledge, but Voldemort," many members flinched, "was hiding out in Malfoy Mansion." Most members looked shocked – though Harry wasn't sure why – and only one asked,

"How did Lord Malfoy come to die, then?" Judging by the woman's expression, Harry felt she thought he himself had killed him. Not that she was wrong, of course, but it wasn't as though Harry would admit to it…

"According to our spy, Malfoy was killed by a fellow Death Eater on Voldemort's orders when Malfoy had done something to displease him. Narcissa Malfoy managed to escape, and will soon be rejoining the Black family." He was sure that she would agree to his suggestion; there was nothing left for her under the name of Malfoy except a penniless existence being shunned by all upstanding members of society. Returning to her House of birth would put her under him as her Head of House, which in turn would guarantee a place in society and old money, even while it would give Harry the power to keep her from stepping out of line, and a chance to reeducate Draco. "However, we have gone off-topic," Harry smiled. "So, abuse of authority, character assassination, corruption and bribery. I'm sure there are other charges, but those are the ones I can think of off the top of my head. Attempted murder may also be a possibility, as I remember last summer I was tried for underage magic, namely of casting the Patronus spell against two Dementors that attempted to attack me in a Muggle neighborhood. As the Dementors are under Ministry control, I would suppose that they were sent there by a high-ranking Ministry official or even the Minister himself, possibly with the express purpose of giving me the Kiss." Harry paused, then said, "That is however pure speculation, with no evidence to back it up."

"Thank you, Lord Potter," Madam Longbottom intervened, keeping the conversation from going off on another tangent. "A vote of No Confidence has been requested. Please submit your vote." Glowing numbers appeared on her pulpit, changing in leaps and bounds as members anonymously cast their vote. The hall was surprisingly silent, and Augusta personally couldn't believe that Fudge hadn't said anything in his defense – but then, perhaps even he had seen the futility of protest. The vote of No Confidence had been perfectly timed: After Umbridge's trial nobody was particularly happy with the Minister.

Suddenly the numbers flashed, and Augusta straightened. "The vote has passed; Minister Fudge has the rest of the day to clean up his affairs. An interim Minister needs to be voted on; may I have your suggestions?"

"Rufus Scrimgeour," one voice called out, and Amelia promptly stepped forward.

"I object; Scrimgeour is an unmarked supporter of Voldemort and has been removed from his position as Head Auror." Murmurs broke out among the gathering.

"Augusta Longbottom!" Amos Diggory put forward, but Augusta simply shook her head.

"Thank you, but I must decline. I would, however, accept the post of Chief Warlock should this body deem me fit."

"I motion that Madam Longbottom assume the post of Chief Warlock," Diggory said promptly, and Harry immediately seconded the motion. A brief wait, then Augusta brought down her gavel.

"Motion passed. May I have other suggestions for the post of interim Minister?"

"Lord Potter-Black!" An anonymous female voice called out, and Harry looked in the general direction of the voice, feeling the attention on him. To his surprise, no one spoke out against the suggestion.

"Thank you, but I believe there is someone more suitable for the post," he smiled, and another member of the Wizengamot promptly asked who he would suggest for the post.

Harry looked to the front of the courtroom and saw Amelia's wry smile and brief inclination of the head. "I would suggest Amelia Bones for the position," he said. "I believe she will take part in the running for Minister when the time comes around, and I fully intended to support her then. However, I don't know whether she is ready to assume the position at this point in time. Madam Bones, is your department ready for a change of Head?"

Amelia simply nodded. "It is, Lord Potter. Kingsley Shacklebolt is a capable leader and the department will do well in his hands."

"It sounds as though this was all planned," a member said in a tone of disgruntlement, and Harry looked to him.

"Of course it was," he agreed. "I didn't come back in time to defeat Voldemort only to leave an incapable man in a position of power. I would like to see someone not only I, but the rest of the world can trust as Minister of Magic. In my opinion, Madam Bones is the best person for the job. She has done a formidable job as Head of the DMLE, and is notoriously incorruptible. I firmly believe that she will lead the Ministry in a direction that will prevent another Dark Lord from rising and assuming control."

"You speak as though the Dark Lord was in control of the Ministry," the same member challenged.

Harry tilted his head slightly. "Well, he hadn't taken control of it yet in this timeframe, but consider the fact that Fudge was all but Malfoy's lapdog – then consider the fact that Malfoy, before his death, was Voldemort's right-hand man. Voldemort could have all but strolled into the Ministry and claimed it as his own."

A minute of silence descended over the room as they considered the possibility that to them now was nothing more than a theoretical situation but to Harry had been real. "I second Amelia Bones as interim Minister," Diggory broke the silence, and Madam Longbottom called for the vote.

"We have Madam Bones as interim Minister," she announced the result of the vote. "Are there any other points of order?" Silence as everyone looked to Harry, who simply smiled and shook his head. "Thus ends this session of the Wizengamot," Augusta banged the gavel a last time.

In the end, all the members of the Weasley family came to the Leaky Cauldron. There was an extra member with them — Mr. Prewett, the so-called uncle from the talk.


Mr. Prewett looked around curiously, as he knew his second cousin was a witch, but they had to meet very rarely as they live in a different world, literally. He was like a little kid who saw all the different kinds of candy.



Ron, on the other hand, looked gloomy. The girl he fancies was three years older. Her name is Ezra. She was at Muggle school, and so, he couldn't meet her.


All of them finally made their way to the bar. Molly could hardly believe that this was Leaky Cauldron she knew. The whole bar was decorated, and old things like tables and chairs were replaced with a new one.


Above all, it was full. There wasn't even space for anyone to stand. They were also talking to each other with excitement about something.

Arthur saw a familiar face, so he called him, "Dedalus Diggle, what a surprise to find you here!" he went forward to shake hands with a man who looked very excited.


"Surprise, indeed," replied Dedalus. "You won't believe who just came here! Care to guess?"


"Everyone looks excited, is it a famous wizard?" asked Arthur.


"Famous??..." said Dedalus. "Legend! The legend itself has come here! How delightful I am to meet him...and shakes hands with him..." he went on and on about this 'legend'. Arthur got curious and asked, "Alright, I couldn't guess. Just tell us who it is. We are in a hurry, to say the least."


Dedalus Diggle looked at the group and spoke word by word, "Harry Potter!"


Everyone gasped after hearing the most famous name of this century.

"No way!..."


"Merlin's Beard!"


"Oh my god!..."


"What!? Where?"Asked Ginny with extreme surprise and excitement.


Everyone was shocked! Yes, he could be considered a legend.


He was the boy-who-lived and defeated the one-who-must-not-be-named.


Ginny being the biggest fan of Harry couldn't help but look around.


"He just went to the company," replied Dedalus. He pointed at the corner of the room. It was guarded by two wizards, and the beautiful looking woman was sitting nearby.



"There is a way inside the room, which leads to the company. He was here with his Muggle aunt. God bless us. We will get one more great witch, and of course, Harry Potter, legend himself, too." Dedalus looked even more excited than before. "I will take my leave now, as I want to go and brag to my friends that I shake hands with Harry Potter!" He went and mixed in the crowd like the wind.



"Let's go, Dad. Hurry up! we might catch up to him!" exclaimed Ginny, with unrivaled enthusiasm.


She was in front, leading the group and dragging her dad toward the door.


The beautiful lady sitting nearby the door stood up with a smile. It was none other than Thea, the waitress. It was the young woman, whom Harry had taken virginity. Harry increased her magical power with his sperm — increasing to as high as 95 and then made her drink the potion. She was lucky (Harry's luck might have rubbed on her), so she awakened her power in the first try.


"Hello, dear! Welcome to the Harvey International bar! I assume you are here to visit the company?" asked Thea kindly, with a smile.



Arthur came forward and stopped Ginny from answering. "Yes, we are. We also received the coupon, so we are with..." he pointed at Mr. Prewett and handed over the coupon. Thea understood his meaning as they want to awaken his power with coupon. She took the coupon and checked for its credibility. It was a spell created by Harry, and then later, taught to her.


She nodded her head and signaled to the two wizards. "Please," she smiled toward the group and guided toward the room.



All of them entered the room. It was empty. They wondered how they will go to the company. While Ginny was checking if Harry was hiding in any corner.



When Thea entered inside, she contacted the person at the company's receiving end. They enable teleportation and the runes which were hidden on the ground and wall, brighten. At the next moment, they saw a green forest. 


There were also house-elves working, but the peculiar thing was, they were wearing clothes! and female elves were wearing maids clothes!


Before they can get enough of the shocking sight, they hear Sara's pleasant voice. "Welcome to Harvey International! Which one of you needs to awaken the magical power? please come with me and the rest of you can look around as we are short on manpower, so no one will guide you. We are also recruiting wizards and witches if you know anyone wants the job. The payment will be a level higher than the ministry"



Mr. Prewett came forward. Arthur couldn't help but ask, "For which post, and what requirement."



"All the post! As for the requirement, you need to be passionate and loyal to the company, that's all," said Sara.


Everyone was shocked by a simple requirement.


Molly couldn't help but ask, "Is there a post for any kind of management or such?"


"Yes, there is! Do you want to join? Tell me about you. I have the authority to employ witches," said Sara, with a smile.


"I have seven children!" exclaimed Molly in reply. 


Sara was momentarily speechless. She looked at the group and saw four children with red hair. She couldn't help but applaud the woman for her patience and courage to raise seven children!



"You are hired!" said Sara, directly. She could hardly manage Harry's childish behavior now and then. But to raise seven of them. What a joke! she couldn't do it. Sara was even planning to ask for advice later on.



Everyone in the group was shocked at first and then surprised. They started cheering on!


Sara let them do it, as she didn't know why they were so happy. She was like a princess and Harry also treated her like that too, so she didn't know about the below-average family.


"Alright, you can join after we finish the process of awakening of your relative." Sara leads them to the gate. It was another security post to prevent unexpected incidents.


Sara brings them to the platform. It was simple, with two steps higher than the ground and enough space for one man to stand. There was a square, which looked like some kind of display. She signaled that Mr. Prewett would come forward first.


As he walked up to the platform, the black display showed 89 numbers. Sara nodded her head, "Those who have higher than 80 numbers have a chance at awakening. Oh, this number represents a magical power."


All of them were numb from shock and surprise, but they didn't stop coming their way.


"How does this device work? Can you tell me?" Asked an impatient and curious Arthur. He ignored his wife's gaze.


Sara chuckled, "Of course. It was created by Harvey himself! Well, if you want to know, you have to join the company first!"


He was more than happy to join in. It paid more than the ministry and there are also good devices like this. It was heaven for him. but he stopped his impulse to join immediately, as there will always be a chance to join in the future. "I will think about it," he replied awkwardly. 



Everyone checked their magic power. Arthur was eager to try first and the numbered showed 7845. Molly was more powerful than him with 8126. Fred and George were respectively in 344 and 351. Ron was behind them with 315.


However, the most surprising result was from Ginny with 682.


She was the youngest, yet she was the most powerful among them.


Sara then took them to a nearby building. She got an exotic looking bottle and gave it to Mr. Prewett to drink.


The squibs have a good chance. He awakened the magical power on the first try.


All of them were happy and congratulated him.


Sara said after they calmed down, "Well, we have school for the new awakened wizards and witches. You can join and learn the magic there, with people like you. Oh, the school fee isn't included in this coupon, by the way." Mr. Prewett nodded his head in understanding and immediately agreed to join.


Ginny couldn't find Harry, so she looked around, but she found a different potion, and one of them was beautifying potion. They claimed to make skin look like a newborn child. There were many similar potions, but the price was sky-high, which her family couldn't afford.


She knew but she still asked, "Umm, miss, does this potion also included in the free coupon?" she pointed at the beautifying potion.



"Those? nope." Ginny looked disappointed by the answer. "But, no need to buy it. Did I forget to mention that it will be free for the employees? You see, it isn't my job, so I forgot to mention it."


Ginny's face brightened up instantly. She can wait as long as she gets it, in the end. 


Sara took Mr. Prewett to register for school and Molly to start her work and register.


Arthur and the children came out and walked near the garden, but suddenly saw the infamous Rita.


The cameraman with Rita was taking a photo of three people.


One of them was Harvey. The second was a kind looking woman, and the last was a child.


The most eye-catching thing was bright green eyes, a cute innocent face, and a scare on his head.


All of them blurted out, "Harry Potter!"



Harvey gets inside the building after a photo session. The kind looking woman hesitated a bit but moved toward them. Rita and the photographer also left.


Ginny stared at him intensely, but the moment he moved toward her, she hid behind her Dad.


"Hello, my name is Petunia. I just awakened my power, so I am new to this wizarding world. Also, this is my nephew — Harry. He doesn't have any friends, so I hope they can be friends with him." Petunia said, and Harry was hiding behind her while holding her hand. As if it was his first time, he met wizards and witches.


Petunia encouraged him, so he finally came forward to greet them, "Hello! Nice to meet you. I hope we can be friends."


"Friendship of Harry Potter? Why not?" said the twins. Ron also said 'Hi', but Ginny was hiding and peeking. She didn't come to greet him. Her face looked as red as strawberries. Anyone who looked at her would like to eat her.


Petunia and Arthur exchanged greetings. For Harry's sake, as she was soon starting her school, decided to meet on the weekend, so Harry can make friends, and get used to magic.


Petunia and Harry left for the building as she had some work left related to the school admission.



"Did you see that — the scare? It was on his head. Just like we heard!"


"Hey, Ginny! Why aren't you saying anything? Wait a minute...haha...you didn't even greet him, did you?"


"Did you see that, brother. She is shying away! hahaha...with this we can make fun of her for at least a year! hahaha..."

"Do you reckon, would Dedalus Diggle die out of jealousy, if he knew we would have dinner with the famous Harry Potter?" Wonder Arthur.


"Dad, don't change the subject! let us tease our shy sister!"


Arthur and the children talked about Harry, heatedly. Meanwhile, Harry and Petunia entered the building. 


The house-elf wearing maid costumes came to Harry for an invite. She leads Harry and Petunia to Harvey's office.


Harry was just about to enter with petunia when he remembered something so he stopped. He looked at Petunia, who looked like remembers too.



They entered the room but it was empty. The house-elf would be shocked, as she was just ordered by Harvey to invite Harry and Petunia, but he just vanished now.



Harry breathed a sigh of relief. What he did was dangerous, but he enjoyed it even more!



It was a simple trick, but dangerous too.


He used the Time-Turner to go back a few hours. Before using Time-Turner, he split his personality into two — one with Harry and the other with Harvey.


So, later when they meet, they would be strangers. 


He also erased the memory of Time-Turner, so there was no reason for each other to know, or less likely to kill.




Harvey wanted to maximize profit so he used Harry and got a front-page photo in the newspaper.


Harry was new to magic, so he was shy and somewhat afraid.



Harry also used his new job 'Spell creation', and created 'Time-delaying memory-alter spell'.


This spell alters the memory of a person for some time. Harry used this spell on the two people who know his real identity — Sara and Petunia.


That is why she went to Weasleys and talked like that. 



Petunia and Harry talked about the promise they made with Weasleys when Sara came into the office. Harry had to admit that that little girl was really cute. Her name was Ginny, right? He decided to meet her again. She was around his age. Harry couldn't wait for her to grow up, but seeing her change from child to mature woman. That would be the happiness of itself.


"Hey, Harry," Sara came in and, without carrying anything about Petunia, she kissed him. "Oh, right." her breathing got irregular. "There is an old man outside claiming to be an alchemist. His name is Nicolas Flamel, and he wants to meet you."


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He was reborn as Harry Potter, but at the wrong time. That wasn't the only problem. As time passed, he found that it wasn't the same world as Harry Potter which he knew from the novel.

One of the biggest differences was polygamy in the Wizarding world, but well it is great since he has a harem system. It's like "Favorite food and doctor recommended it when ill." 

Join the journey of Harry, a young wizard who embark on the road of friendship, passion, and love, to become the Harem Lord!

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First Arc: The Boy Who Lived
Second Arc: Ilvermorny(american wizarding school)



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Harry Potter has been banged up for ten years in the hellhole brig of Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit, and his traitorous brother, the not-really-boy-who-lived, has royally messed things up. After meeting Fate and Death, Harry is given a second chance to squash Voldemort, dodge a thousand years in prison, and snatch everything his hated brother holds dear. H/Hr/LL/DG/GW.

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*BBC News Channel*

"Hello U.K. I am Barbara Scott and I will be giving you the latest news on the story behind the Dursley Family of Surrey. On the outside this family was reported to be a perfectly normal household. Neighbors had nothing bad to say about the family at least all but one of the family."

"You couldn't meet nicer people. Petunia's garden won the Regional Best Garden Reward for 5 years in a row. They recently got back from a trip of sorts and I saw that they no longer had that delinquent of a nephew with them. Good riddance. The boy was nothing but trouble." Said one neighbor who now request to go unnamed

"Now that was an interesting interview but let's look at this delinquent nephew of theirs. Harry Potter, orphan who lost his parents due to drunk driving, was left with his mothers sister after his mothers death when he was only 15 months old. Neighbors report that he was always a troublesome child. that they could tell from his 'shifty eyes and twitchy fingers'."

"Petunia took in the child out of the goodness in her heart. She already had one child to look after and then another being dumped on her just because her sister and her husband were drunks. Hmph I wouldn't have blamed her if she took him to an orphanage but no Petunia is too nice for that. They weren't even receiving any money to support the boy. What was her reward? A boy always causing trouble, always stealing things, and always bullying Dudley" A member of the Surrey Book Club says who also wishes to now remain nameless.

"After an interview with the schools staff it is reported that Harry was a liar, thief and bully."

"We constantly had to get onto him for stealing things from other children not to mention the injuries he caused to others. His grades as well showed he had no interest in the school work. If it wasn't for Vernon talking to us he would have been expelled." Said one teacher

"I once did a house call to the Dursleys. Their nephew had bruises and accused his Uncle and Cousin for the injuries. But a different story was confirmed by the Dursleys. Apparently it wasn't the first time he would injure himself and tell others he was being abused to get attention." The school nurse reports.

"No one had anything bad to say about the Dursleys but plenty to say about their nephew. But is that all what really happened? Recent findings brought to light paint a rather different picture. Twenty Seven children reportedly bullied in young Harry's class. Twelve of which he is accused of injuring personally but after talks with the children we found out something different"

"I walked into class and found Dudley stealing from Brenda's purse. I wanted to report him but him and his friends threatened to hurt me and I was scared. Later in class Brenda told said her purse was missing and it was found in Harry's desk only the money was gone. Harry got in trouble and I saw Dudley and his gang laughing about it." One student reported

"I tried to be friends with Harry I really did but Dudley and his gang started bullying me a lot. They kept telling me I shouldn't be friends with a freak like him and the only way they would stop is if I stopped trying to be his friend. I wasn't the only kid who they bullied to stay away from Harry." Another student reports.

"Dudley and his gang hit me and then told me I would have to blame Harry for it or else they would break my finger the next day. I'm so sorry Harry" A student says through her tears.

"That is some of what was reported from students in Harry's School. Was Harry really a delinquent? An anonymous tip to our police showed crimes of Vernon and Petunia Dursley. Vernon Dursley had been embezzling money from his workplace, Grunnings Drill Corporation, for near a decade. Estimated numbers of the theft go up to half a million pounds. But this isn't all as it was found that Mr. Dursley was also lining his pockets selling secrets to their competitors. Mr. Dursley was sentenced to 15 years for this alone but that is not included the time he has to serve for a crime we shall get to shortly."

"We received an tip of the greatest crime one could commit against our Queen, Treason." Says one Timothy McGee of MI6. "We take these reports very seriously and had a warrant out as fast as we could. What we found was even worse than what we thought"

"Officers report to searching the household of #4 Privet Drive. They made shocking discoveries. One such discovery was the cupboard under the stairs. Inside caked blood was on a small mattress along with mildew and mold on the walls. This was Harry Potter's bedroom. A shocking report to such a normal and nice family. Though of course not as the skeletons in this families closet continue to grow. An account under the name Lily Evans was found on Petunias computer, Lily Evans was the maiden name of her deceased sister. The account linked up to an anonymous account in China. Reports show lucrative amounts of money being exchanged between the Chinese account to the Lily Evans one and money from the Lily Evans account would be transferred into Vernon Dursleys bank account. Along with a few encrypted files showing routes of our navy, classified designs for our artillery, and even code to by pass our systems."

"Let's stop and talk about Lily Evans for a moment. Lily Evans married James Potter in 1979. James Potter was the son of Sir Charlus Potter who was Knighted for services to the Queen in WW2.  Now Vernon and Petunia told their neighbors that Lily and her husband died from drunk driving but evidence shows there were no cases of drunk driving the night they were reported to die. In depth reports actually show that James and Lily were killed by terrorist on October 31, 1981. James Potter living up to his fathers legacy was helping fight these terrorist. Harry was left orphaned and found on Dursley's doorstep on November 1st 1981. The account for Lily Evans was made 6 months after Lily Potter's confirmed death."

"Bank transfers show that Petunia and her Husband were recieving 1000 pounds a month from the Potter bank account for Harry's upbringing, which proves the allegations that they received no monetary aid false. The diary entry's found were disturbing to say the least and of course further cemented that this family's normal and nice household was anything but. Entry's show that from age four Harry had to start doing the chores around the house, not some but all. At five he was made to cook and tend to the garden as well."

"Vernon didn't get the promotion today. Has to be that Freaks fault! Vernon is the best worker they have of course he should have gotten that promotion! Him and his freakiness has been the bane of this family ever since we took him in. The only thing that makes us accept him even marginally acceptable is the money we receive to spend on my little Duddlikins~ He is such a good boy teaching that freak his place. After messing up my husbands promotion he doesn't deserve to eat for a few days. Maybe that will finally get him to stop being such a burden!" One entry of Petunias Diary.

"Even the family not in the house have had dark ties come to light. Marge Dursley, a respectable and upstanding citizen as acclaimed by her neighbors, was found to own an Illegal breeding farm for bulldogs and running a dog fighting ring. Her dog Ripper had to be put down due to his aggressive nature that Mrs. Marge Dursley installed into him."

"We found her 'training' her dog ripper to attack small dolls in the shape of what we confirmed was Harry Potter. The dog then proceeded to attack the closest officer while Mrs. Dursley tried to escape." Said one officer involved in the raid

"Our very own Amanda Prince stepped forward with hospital records for one Harry Potter who she admits to having in her home since his Birthday July 31's. Here is her statement."

"Most don't know but James Potter is my son Alexanders Father. I knew he had another son but I had assumed he died during that attack so long ago. Imagine my surprise when the special boarding school Alex got accepted to also had the name for Harry Potter on it's list. Of course I had to meet him but what me and son found was disturbing. Years of abuse had whittled down on the young boy to the point he believed he was a freak and deserved all the treatment his aunt and uncle, if you can even call those monsters that, gave him."

"When asked why she didn't step forward sooner she had this to say"

"Me and my son are in the public eye as it is. If we came forward sooner to report this then Harry would have been relentlessly manhandled and harassed by reporters. He was so fragile at the time I knew I couldn't submit him to that. I hired the best medical help for him and I, and Alex, gave him as much positive reinforcement as we could. Alex absolutely adores his new brother. I almost cried when I heard that boy call me mum after being with us for a few weeks. He is so much better now. He is putting on weight, eating right, he has even began to work out with his brother. He smiles more and laughs more. Now that him and Alex have left for their new boarding school I can finally come out and show these reports to expose those monsters and make sure Harry never has to return there again!"

"Vernon Dursley has received another 25 Years for child abuse and neglect for a total of 40 years, Marge Dursley Sentenced to 17 years and a fine of 100,000 pounds, Dudley Dursley was enrolled in St. Brutus Home for Criminally Insane Boys along with his friend and accomplice Piers Polkiss. Lastly Petunia Dursley for Crimes of Treason was given the death sentence to be carried out December 13th 1991. To Harry Potter. We hope you find happiness and we at BBC News wish you the best of luck"

~~~~

Three years into Vernon Dursleys sentence he was found bound and gagged behind the boiler where he died of dehydration and starvation. A year Later Marge Dursley committed suicide in her cell by hanging herself. Dudley Dursley couldn't find work after adulthood and turned to crime and is serving 25 years for assault, attempted murder, and robbery.

Alexander Prince is known as many things. Genius, Prodigy, Fighter, Demon and now one more is added to that list, Wizard. With friends in High Places and more in low how will the Uncrowned Prince change the wizarding world and are they ready? Also why is his new Half Brother so famous in this world?

The writing gets better at chapter 10.

[I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER]

Nor do I own the picture. Here is a link to the source that I found the image on all credit to the artist who made it none to me. Alexanders Hair is supposed to be black but I can't find a black haired Vergil anywhere and I can't draw or edit to save my life so yea...

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Plot: Deciding enough is enough, Harry makes his way to Gringotts and finds out a few interesting things. Taking a portkey to his destiny, what antics will Harry get up to now?
Crossover: Harry Potter x Percy Jackson
Pairing: HPxZoe

Harry Potter scowled out of the window of his small room. It had been three weeks since he had seen Cedric's death and been dumped on his relatives with a pat on his back. Not one word had been spoken to him by the wizarding world since then, not one person had checked on Harry's mental health. For Christ's sake, he had just seen a friend murdered right before his eyes and no one was concerned? Harry knew that Dumbledore would most likely be involved in the politics of the wizarding world and the earliest he could see him was late this summer. It was a good thing that Harry hid his intelligence and some of his friendships from his so called best friends. He most likely would have stewed all summer and unleashed all of his pent up emotions in one go and then instantly forgiven one and all. That was probably his godfather's plan come to think of it. He knew that if his godfather had really wanted to, he would have contacted Harry. The man had contacted him when he had just escaped Azkaban and every Auror was out looking for him. The heat had died down considerably by now, so it was obvious that his godfather was ignoring him as well. Harry had given his friends and honorary family three weeks to contact him and four years to teach him about the wizarding world and his place in it. It was time for Harry to meet the goblins.

"Hello Dursleys," Harry greeted his family in the morning.

"What do you want boy, we've left you alone, now you're supposed to keep out of normal lives," Vernon spat.

"Indeed," Harry mused, "Which is why I've come to talk to you about getting your help to get me completely out of your hair for the summer if not the rest of our lives."

Vernon had almost interrupted his nephew when Harry had said he needed help, but now he was glad he didn't. Getting rid of his nephew for the rest of the summer, maybe life, oh Vernon wasn't going to pass this chance up. "Okay boy, what do you need?"

"A ride to London tomorrow and to be dropped off where I can get my school supplies. After that I will either be out of your hair, or I will need to return for a few day while everything is put together."

Vernon could barely contain his glee at the prospect, it wouldn't even be that far out of his way in the morning. "Very well Harry," He said shocking all those that were at the kitchen as Vernon rarely ever called Harry by his name. "I leave at 7:30 every morning so I expect you to be packed and ready to go tomorrow."

"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry said and then backed out of the kitchen. Harry didn't want to push his luck and decided to start packing. The drive the next morning was silent and both occupants in the car were perfectly fine with that. No words were exchanged as Harry removed his trunk and owl cage from the car. Making his way into the Leaky Cauldron, Harry shrunk both the trunk and cage and pocketed them as he made his way to Gringotts. Since it was still rather early in the morning there were no visitors in the lobby of the bank, which made it quite simple for him to approach a teller.

"What do you want wizard?"

"I wish to speak to the representative of the People that manages the Potters account. I have much gold to spend and all can be spent at Gringotts."

This caught the attention of many of the goblins in the atrium. A wizard had just addressed their nation correctly and had promised a profit to Gringotts. This was quickly noticed by all as goblins loved a profit. "Very well Mr. Potter, I will summon your account manager for your business."

"Thank you master goblin."

It was only a few minutes later that Harry was escorted to the account manager's office as a surlier looking goblin looked down on him. "It's about time you've come to see me Mr. Potter, we were beginning to get annoyed at your ignoring of the letters we sent."

"Ah, then you must be another group that was blocked by the illegal owl ward that was placed on me by the oh so intelligent ministry of magic. Sorry about that. I have never received any correspondence from Gringotts and only the fact that I branched out with a few secret friends did I know that I had more than my trust vault."

"If this is true Mr. Potter then we must correct this wrongful act placed upon you. Drop a bit of you blood on here and we'll see what all Gringotts needs to do for you today."

Grabbing the offered dagger, Harry carefully cut his palm and allowed his blood to drop on the offered parchment. The blood was absorbed and for a few seconds, the parchment was left blank and then it began to write.

Harry James Potter Age: 15

Son of: Lily Potter (nee Evans) and James Potter

Heir of: Potter, Black, Peverell, Gryffindor families.

Magical core blocked 65% blocked: 40% Lily Potter, 25% Albus Dumbledore

Partial Metamorphous Talents 95% blocked

Natural Occulmency Barriers 100% blocked

Natural Parseltongue

Soul Leech Present

Illegal charms present: Tracking, Mail wards, blood wards

Legacy of Greek God: Zeus and Hermes

Legacy of Greek Goddess: Hecate and Nemesis

Harry stared at the parchment as he slowly digested the information in front of him. His anger was much at the blocks on his magic and the illegal wards, but what he was focused on was the confusion at the last two lines. "Oh Mr. Potter, I'm only sorry that you didn't meet me sooner as my days just got a lot more interesting," The goblin cackled. "So, I'm sure you have many questions, ask your first."

"What does it mean legacy of Greek gods?"

"Ah, I figured that would be your first one. Since you were raised by mundanes I assume one of your school lesson discussed the Greek Parthenon. Well, all those stories are real. They aren't the entire truth as many stories were mixed up through translation errors, but the gods and monsters are very much alive in this world."

"So you're saying that Ze…"

"Hold it Mr. Potter, names are powerful in the realm of Mythology and you would do well not to casually throw out names, especially those of the big three. That will just attract monsters nearby. But, yes Mr. Potter the Greek myths are alive and well today in America and I believe your next adventure awaits there."

"Very well, I learned just five years ago that there was a secret society hidden from non-magical folks, what's one more that I am thrust into?" Harry chuckled nervously. "Alright next question, what the hell is a soul leech?"

At this the goblin grew angry, and it did not help him in the beauty department, "Soul leeches are the vilest acts of magic you human wizards can make. It is a part of a whole soul that was split and to split your soul usually means the murdering of an innocent. This magic is what you would call a horcrux and no known human magic can get rid of the soul without destroying the container."

"And yet, you said human magic."

"Good, you caught that, I would not be doing business with a dunderhead. Goblins have a ritual that can remove the soul piece from you and also any other soul pieces made by the same person and destroy them. The good news for you is that we goblins do this service for free and the ritual will also remove all of your blocks and catch your body up to where it should be."

"Well, when can we start the ritual? I will pay for quick service."

"Who taught you the way of the goblins? You must have been taught for many of your contemporaries do not treat us the way we are supposed to be."

"Professor Flitwick at Hogwarts spoke of your customs and how to make the most of our time in Gringotts. He often spoke of what I was supposed to do while I sat in his office keeping up with my mundane school work. There was no better tutor for my maths. He's the only professor, other than Dumbledore that knows what I am doing."

"Ah," The goblin nodded, "Yes that would explain it. Of course, there would be no better than a goblin to explain numbers. Very well, come on they are preparing the ritual chamber now and will be ready when we arrive."

The ritual chamber was just an empty chamber. Compared to the grandstanding of the atrium and offices of Gringotts, it was honestly a bit of a letdown for Harry. Removing his clothes as he was instructed, Harry laid down in the center of the room as five goblin priests began chanting in their tongue. Nothing happened for a few minutes, leaving Harry feeling very foolish as he was lying on the ground and then suddenly he was wracked with pain. Most of his pain was centered on his forehead as wisps of green smoke began pouring out of his scar. A widespread pain wracked his body as the blocks on his magic were forced open and still Harry did not cry out. The goblins watching the ceremony were impressed by the threshold of pain Harry possessed. The smoke began pouring out and smoke also managed to come into the room notifying the goblins that there was more than one horcrux. When the green gas stopped pouring out of Harry and had formed with all that had entered the room, a quick fire spell and the soul pieces of Voldemort were gone. It was rather anticlimactic. Harry had passed out after the soul pieces were destroyed and as he was unconscious his body grew to the correct proportions.

"And all this before noon. I wonder what else he has planned!" His head accountant laughed. Pain and death was the sure way to get a goblin in a good mood.

Groggily Harry woke up and found himself clothed and laying on a rather comfortable bed. Wondering where he was Harry tried to lift his head, but found that his body was too stiff to move. "That ritual must have taken a lot out of me," Harry muttered. "Wait, the ritual! I'm in Gringotts!"

"Indeed you are Mr. Potter," The familiar voice of his Charms professor squeaked. Turning his head slightly Harry grinned as his favorite teacher sat on a rather comfy looking chair reading about the previous dueling tournament. "I'm glad to see you up Harry and I'm also glad you remembered my lesson on dealing with the People. Many goblins stopped and sung your praises my student."

"You took the time to teach me Professor, it was the least I could do to remember your teaching and reflect well on you."

"Would you believe that your mother said the exact same thing to me the summer before her seventh year? I will always be proud that I was able to teach one of the brightest witches ever and her son who comes close to her intelligence." A blissful smile made its way on to Harry's face at the short story of his older sister. Everybody had stories by the hundreds of James and although he loved his father, his mother was just as big in his heart as his father. Why the wizarding world and family friends seemed to be determined in only remembering Lily Evans as Lily Potter, Harry would never understand. Even McGonagall only spoke of his father when she claimed that Lily was her favorite.

"That is high praise Mr. Potter," His account manager said, he had completely escaped Harry's notice and was thankful he did not jump and make a fool of himself. "The People remember those who treated us with respect fondly and the late Mrs. Potter had our respect at the beginning of her second year." This grabbed a small chuckle both from Filius and Harry at the picture of the warrior race of the Nation bowing in respect to a twelve year old girl.

"Indeed, I must say Harry that this new look suits you. I had no idea how malnourished you really were." Harry had indeed grown thanks to the ritual performed. Instead of the underweight 5'6" kid that went in, Harry was now a healthy weight and stood at a respectable height of almost 6'. "I wish you had listened to me and come here after your second year."

"You know why I didn't Professor. Even though I am disenchanted with the wizarding world of Great Britain at least, I had hopes that one of my so called friends would come clean and help me. I'm sure Professor Dumbledore would have taught me if he could have gotten away from all of his many positions. But you live and you learn," Harry sighed, "Anyways, how long was I out?"

"It has been a day and a half since you entered our bank Mr. Potter, we invited Filius into the back when he arrived just few hours ago. Now, it is time to continue on with our meeting as time is money."

"Very well Master Goblin, what would you suggest be done next?"

"Harry if I may make a suggestion," Flitwick stepped in, "It might be prudent for you to have the People to invite the minister to a conference. The Daily Prophet has started a smear campaign against you an Albus. It has just started, so you may want to head it off quickly."

"Very well, Master Goblin can your Nation set up a meeting in one of you conference rooms, also can you invite Albus Dumbledore for as well, and he needs to arrive about half an hour earlier? Thank you, and now I would like to go over my accounts and I can also be planning my trip for the foreseeable future."

For the next hour figures were thrown at Harry that would make many men salivate at the wealth. With Harry's access to the modern world and the Goblin's ability to play the stock market, they tried to triple the wealth on a sixth of one of his vaults. They were interrupted when one of the goblin tellers came and informed them that Dumbledore was here.

"Professor Dumbledore, I am sorry to call you away from your work this summer, but there have been a few developments in regards to the war on Voldemort."

"Oh? My boy, do tell."

"Were you aware that I had a soul leech in my head?"

"Indeed I was Harry, and I have spent much of my free time for the last thirteen years looking for a way to remove it without you dying."

"Well, you can stop looking, for the Nation has gotten rid of my unwanted passenger and all of the dork lord's soul pieces. He is mortal now and I believe the People's shamans said that due to his core being so destabilized his followers and their families will be completely drained of their magic before he finally dies."

Dumbledore stared in shock that stretched for minutes as he slowly comprehended this tale. Finally Albus spoke again, "Harry, do you know what this means? The darkness of the world can finally be stamped out! Because you, with the help of the people of course, activated the ritual you shall inherit the vaults and seats on our government and board of governors at the school! Harry change is coming!" Dumbledore pulled Harry into a grandfatherly hug and wept tears of joy.

The two held each other in a family like embrace as both celebrated. Harry then spoke up, "The shamans said this process would take a year, two years tops before everything was said and done. Apparently I have a bit of destiny located in America with the Greek gods so, I am leaving for the summer and I don't know when I will be back. I will make it my mission to return when I can do the most good with my powers. Now, Minister Fudge will walk through these doors in a few minutes and I plan on getting rid of this smear campaign."

"Very well Harry, I know you have been hiding your intelligence so I will allow it. After this meeting I will go to retrieve a few books for you to study. When you return you need to be able to take your OWLS and NEWTS. Since you will be in the gods' domain, Lady Hecate will protect you from the magical detectors."

"Minister Fudge," Harry stated as Fudge strode into the conference room breaking preamble. "I called you here today so we can discuss this smear campaign you are supposedly working against me and Dumbledore."

"Now see here you brat I am the Minister of Magic!"

"And I am the boy-who-lived and Dumbledore has more political clout than you shall ever have. Let us remember who got rid of the last two dark lords. The goblins have proof that Voldemort could come back and we took care of all eventualities just yesterday, so I'm done. I want the smear campaign stopped so I can go on my summer vacation that could quite possibly extend for years without worry that when I come back I will be considered a nutter."

"What do you mean summer vacation?"

"I mean that I will be leaving the country. Every time I have brought it up with the members of the Nation they had grinned which has honestly unnerved me. If I like where they send me, there's no promises that I will come back to Britain for quite a few years. I cannot speak for Professor Dumbledore, but I am warning you that many of your pureblood buddies and their families will start to lose their magic if they were ever willingly allied with Voldemort. I will be back to claim those seats and Dumbledore has already agreed to help me change the world. I'm giving you notice, perhaps now would be a good time to retire and write a book to celebrate your successful career in politics."

"Cornelius, I agree with Mr. Potter quite heartily, but I know you will not listen to our advice. But, I shall warn you now that if you continue this smear campaign I will bring the ICW to investigate the ministry dealings. Leave us alone and we shall leave you alone."

"Very well," Fudge stated as he began to imagine the bad publicity from an investigation. "The newspaper will not bother you anymore, and we shall part ways here. Good day!"

Harry had to suppress a shiver as Fudge walked out which elicited a chuckle from Professor Flitwick as he walked into the room. "That is why no one but a politician can deal with a politician. Come and follow me." Flitwick led Harry down a series of paths and continued to talk as Dumbledore left to go get the books he had promised. "The People still won't tell you where you are going, but they have warned that wherever you are going, the potency of your Greek side will attract many of the mythological monsters of Greek stories. Because of this you have been granted a rare honor in using one of the Nation's time chambers. A day on the outside translates to just over six months inside. Your ancestors left you celestial bronze weapons in your vaults which is what is required for you to kill these monsters. These six months, will be under the tutor of me and another of the People as we train you in swordsmanship, archery, and dueling skills with your magic."

By now the two of them had reached a large door with a carving of an hourglass etched into it. There was also a pack for Harry containing the weapons that Filius had spoken of and some clothes that had been ordered the previous day by the goblins, for a fee of course. "Are you ready Harry?"

Taking a breath and shouldering the pack Harry nodded as the doors opened. "Indeed." Harry walked through the doors steeling himself for the most brutal six months of his life.

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*** December 1994, Hogwarts

Or not.

December passed dismally, but without event.

Not a single student was sent home for Christmas at Hogwarts. The school refused to send the Express home. Parents were allowed to pick up their children for the holidays, but no parents took the opportunity.

It was not surprising for those on the light side, who clearly wanted their children to be at the safest possible place, but it was surprising that all of the families who clearly supported Lord Voldemort were keeping their children at the school as well.

'Perhaps to have eyes and ears inside the headquarters of the light?' Harry theorised, inside of his own head.

He, Hermione, and Daphne spent the mornings and afternoons, the time which they would spend in classes during regular term, training vigorously with Iliad, who was going all out all the time against the three Hogwarts students. He had even lost a few duels, and the distance between the students and their teacher was getting smaller. Only their smaller magical core held them back from being able to take him on individually.

*** January 1995, Riddle Manor

Blood gushed from the eye sockets of the self-styled Lord Voldemort.

The Dark Lord had long since clawed out his own eyes at the pain splitting his head apart, at the anger which The Darkness was inflicting upon him.

"Potter!" it hissed inside of his head, "Potter, Potter, Potter!"

"I have a plan!" Voldemort rasped out, "I have another plan!"

Pain wracked his body with renewed force.

"You had a plan last time…"

"This one will work, I promise!" the Dark Lord rasped, "I will take Dumbledore out of the picture, without him Potter will be mine!"

"Mine!"

"Yours!" Voldemort cried out at the pain he was feeling, "Yours, yours yours. All yours!"

"That's right."

Voldemort shivered, as the pain faded. The Darkness granted him vision, without his eyes, his empty eye sockets glowing a malevolent red.

"This plan… when will it take place…"

The Dark Lord took a deep breath, like a child about to confess to a parent.

"J-J…"

"Spit it out."

"June!"

The pain was familiar.

*** February 1995, Hogwarts

Classes were back on.

Training was moved back to the evenings, as classes started once again, and it was only a few hours, to allow the children a little bit of time to just exist, and relax.

Not that they could do much relaxing, not with the war still ongoing.

It was still a productive time though, and Iliad was confident that his three students were more than a match to take on Aurors on their own.

*** March 1995, The War Effort

Albus was busy, at most times, manning the press and coordinating the movements of those loyal to him, against Voldemort.

Arcturus was a general, leading raids against known Death Eaters, burning as much of their estates as possible before the opposition became too large to face with his meagre numbers.

Nicolas had disappeared, and he hadn't been heard from for a little while.

Amelia was giving speeches at rallies, to raise the morale of those on the light side. This was at a significant danger to herself, as Thicknesse's Aurors would take apart such rallies more often than not. Every time such an event took place at a rally she was attending, Amelia fought the Death Eaters to the best of her ability, to make sure that no-one thought of her as a coward. Despite being a Hufflepuff at heart, the claims made against her in the Daily Prophet did not sit well with the woman at all.

With great reluctance, Babajide had left Britain to negotiate with the ICW on behalf of Amelia's Resistance.

*** April 1995, International Confederation of Wizards Emergency Conference

"Maybe," Nicolau Moutinho, the delegate of Magical Brazil, started, "We should attempt to try and cooperate with this Pius Thicknesse fellow, certainly his methods of obtaining power were… unconventional, but he is the man in the top office in Britain. If the rumours of his loyalty to the Dark Lord are true, we can negotiate with him through Thicknesse."

Babajide resisted the urge to massage his temples at the headache which was the International Confederation of Wizards.

Albus was not present at the meeting. He had been replaced as the english delegate by none other than Lucius Malfoy, who was known by Babajide to be one of the stooges of Voldemort.

Babajide had been unanimously made Supreme Mugwump, as there was now no-one left on the council with even a fourth of the political clout that he did.

Immediately upon receiving the prestigious position, Babajide asked upon Emmanuel Delacour to take his place, as he had his own part to speak.

Unfortunately for Baba, between Lucius Malfoy, and Moutinho, as well as his (MACUSA too, but mostly) South American faction, Babajide's words were not heeded as much as they should have been, nor did he get enough of an opportunity to speak.

The meeting had no result, as the ICW voted mostly to stay out of Britain, for the time being.

"Bloody spineless fools," Babajide muttered, just after the meeting ended.

"My, my, someone's angry." Baba heard the silky voice of Lucius Malfoy.

"Mr Malfoy," Baba nodded his head.

"Mr Akingbade," Malfoy said as if he were delighted at meeting the large Nigerian man, "I'm sure you must be happy now that the ICW does not require your services in Britain. You can finally return to your home in Nairobi.

"Abuja," the Nigerian wizard corrected tightly, "And as you well know, Mr Malfoy, I have requested an Auror transfer to your country… I had quite an enjoyable time there."

"Oh, yes, about that," Malfoy said, "Our Auror offices are full, I hate to do so, but I must turn you down on your application."

Honestly, Baba had expected that annoyance.

*** May 1995, Hogwarts

Things were tense. The war was at a standstill, but there was an ominous feeling around.

The students who supported the light were tense, while Draco Malfoy and his group of hooligans were getting more cocky by the day.

"Next month is June," Harry murmured under his breath, "Voldemort will do something next month."

Hermione whacked him over the head with a book, "Just because it's happened every year so far doesn't mean it will this year as well."

*** June 1995, Hogwarts

The entire castle shook on its foundations.

People who were on the grounds, or indeed those who looked out of their windows, could see a translucent blue dome surrounding the school, which was being pushed upon by thick tendrils of pure blackness, which could only possibly be one thing.

The Darkness.

"I knew it," Harry muttered.

"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"It's June."

"Oh for god's sake!"

*** End of Chapter

"From his own experience, Harry knew that luck had never been on his side. At that moment he decided that he wouldn't rely on luck to solve his problems, he had to become smart, beyond the norm and talk his way through life. That's the only way he could survive." 

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The Dursleys were drifting into an uneasy sleep on this restless day – with all the owls, strangely dressed people, and unusual weather in the world - but the cat on the wall outside their house was showing no sign of being tired. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

It was at midnight that a man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. He was tall, thin, and ancient, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This was Albus Dumbledore. A man who didn't realize that his very presence was unwelcome at Privet Drive.

But he did seem to realize he was being watched because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him.

He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."

He took out what seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter from one of his pockets and began to flick it open, hold it up in the air, and click it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again — the next lamp flickered into darkness. He clicked it until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. He looked down at the cat, but after a moment he spoke to it.

"Fancy seeing you here, Minerva."

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was dressed in a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked.

"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."

"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Minerva.

"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.

"Oh yes, I've celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no —even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls…shooting stars…Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent — I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."

"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for a long time."

"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors. At this rate, we would be doing Carlotta Pinkstone's job in repealing the International Statute of Secrecy."

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A beautiful thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared, at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore? Nothing of him remains in the physical plane? No fragment left over? No offspring to call his own?"

"It certainly seems so, and we have checked. He may have some sort of magical contingency to advise his followers, but to return from death? Doubtful. If he does have a child, we will find him - or her - in one school or another soon enough," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"A what?"

"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of."

"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone —"

"My dear Minerva, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You-Know-Who' nonsense — I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name. Its is not as if his name is under the Ministry Taboo Watchlist."

"I know you haven't," said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."

"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have, nor dare to use."

"Only because you're too noble to use them."

"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what they're saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him? About what happened in the Potter home."

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.

"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are — are — that they're — dead."

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.

"Lily and James…I can't believe it…I didn't want to believe it…Oh, Albus…"

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know…I know…" he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke — and that's why he's gone. His power…his being…it all just broke."

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

"It's — it's true ?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done…all the people he's killed…he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding…of all the things to stop him…but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very unique watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."

Professor McGonagall was petrified at this statement.

"You don't mean – you can't mean the people who live here ?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore — you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son — I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"

"Do you have other options available for the boy, Minerva?"

"We could have checked the will! He is a Potter – he is a legacy! His father must have written something down in such a circumstance."

Dumbledore could only sigh in resignation, "I am afraid that it is out of our hands. I have not been able to locate the Potter will even with all of my connections and the Ministry sharks are already searching for the boy to take him in as their own – I don't have to remind you were the Death Eaters are, do I Minerva? In any case, the magic has already laid its claim. The link of blood and soul will ensure that only he and he alone will get access to it and guarantee its continuation. If Harry ever dies, then the will and the last of Potter's dies as well. That, or will find another Potter that is somehow alive elsewhere in the world."

"But…that's ridiculous! There could be information in the will pertinent to what happened to his parents. There is also all the land that the family has – someone has to take care of them! Then there's all their financial holdings, books, artifacts, and everything else!"

Dumbledore quickly raised his hand to stop Professor McGonagall, "All their land is magically taken care of and hidden from the Muggles; the Potter elves will take care of the lands for now and feed off the magics of the land to sustain them. All the physical belongings are being registered, marked, listed, and stored by the goblins at a secure location associated with Gringotts or within its walls. All the financial holdings are stored securely in Gringotts itself, with a special dispensation account set up for Harry in the future when he starts Hogwarts – for his needs. It's is unfortunate that no one – except for possibly Harry himself – will get access to the will. Do not worry, though. I made sure Griphook personally delivered the Potter will to the Head Goblin of Gringotts."

Minerva was relieved, "Good, we can trust Griphook. So, Harry is truly safe here – away from the magical world?"

"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous — a legend — I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future — there will be books written about Harry — every child in our world will know his name!"

"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it? Plus, no pure-blood supporter will even consider searching for him in the Muggle world. To them, it would be the equivalent of searching through animal droppings and the like. "

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes — yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Albus?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.

"Hagrid's bringing him."

"You think it — wise — to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore with iron in his voice. "He may be a simple man, a bit… accepting… of others, but he has never failed me.".

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to — what was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky — and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the bike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as an average man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild — long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said the giant, climbing carefully off the bike as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."

"No problems, were there?"

"No, sir — house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarming around. He fell asleep as we were flying over Bristol."

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead, they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that where —?" whispered Professor McGonagall.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."

"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"I am afraid I can't – it was created as a result of Voldemort's magics. Knowing that Voldemort has magically altered himself over the years and with Harry's unknown immunity, I have no idea how the two have mixed. I also don't know what repercussion could arise if I do remove it. We will have to wait and see if anything comes of it in the future, but I do suspect that it may be some sort of remnant of the man himself."

"A remnant? What do you mean, Albus?"

"It is as you said Minerva – nothing of Voldemort is left on the physical plane but on the spiritual one… I am just not sure. The Dark Lord knew the foulest of magic and secrets. I find it hard to believe that he didn't have a plan of some sort of a spell already set up in such a situation."

Minerva and Hagrid both blanched at that notion.

"Even if I could remove it, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well — give him here, Hagrid — we'd better get this over with."

Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.

"Could I — could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over

Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "You'll wake the Muggles!"

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it —Lily and James dead — and poor little Harry off to live with Muggles —"

"Yes, yes, it's all sorrowful, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor

McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be taking Sirius his bike back. Goodnight, Professor McGonagall — Professor Dumbledore, sir."

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street while professor McGonagall was comforting Hagrid as he was approaching the bike. On the corner, he stopped and took out the silver lighter. He clicked it once, and balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and was about to apparate away with a swish of his cloak, when he paused and turned back to two of his closest friends. As he slowly started to take out his oddly shaped wand of elder wood, he thought of the ramifications if his actions after today were ever discovered.

"Minerva… Hagrid… Forgive me for this… but the less people that know about Harry's location, the safer he will be."

"Albus," asked Minerva as she finally noted the Headmaster's wand, "What are you…"

"Legilimency"

"Obliviate"

"False Memocreo"

"Ne Memoria"

"Enervate" (1)

"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be taking Sirius his bike back. Goodnight, Professor McGonagall — Professor Dumbledore, sir."

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar, it rose into the air and off into the night.

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Minerva," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply before apparating away. Dumbeldore followed soon after with a swish of his cloak.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley... He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!"

Not my novel I upload it here so I can listen to the audiobook while working long hours 

All glory goes to original author Sliksick
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12288184/1/Harry-Potter-Carry-On-Wayward-Son

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