Stranger Things Have Happened.

Harry Potter was a strange character. He had strange things happen around him that no one could explain. He was well loved in his neighborhood, even though his aunt and uncle did their best to make that not so. He was also powerful. He could make people do what he wanted them to do, and things go the way he wanted them to go. It was intoxicating.

It had happened when he was five. He had gotten hit in the head with a frying pan by Aunt Petunia and something leaked, for want of a better word, into his brain. It felt like someone cracked an egg inside his skull. He didn't understand it at the time, and it had scared him. He had cried out in fear and made his aunt turn a deep shade of blue.

She, of course, started to try to hit him and that was her mistake. He made her freeze and then ran to his room, the cupboard under the stairs. He stayed there until he heard her move about and sighed in relief that he had not killed her.

After that, he started feeling stronger and smarter. There were feelings that weren't quite his roaming around his noggin. He wanted to hurt people, but he really didn't, yet he really, really did want to. It was a constant fight in his mind for about a year.

His relatives suffered for it.

Every time they tried to lay hands on him, they were struck down with magic. Harry was not in control at first, until he realized that he could control it and it was powerful.

Uncle Vernon had had to call into work many times that year. Broken bones or made-up ailments because he had warts all over his body. Things like that. You would think he'd learn not to lay hands on Harry's person.

Dudley fared much better. He learned after the second time his hand broke. He was very wary of his cousin. He stopped trying to bully him in school and stopped bullying altogether when Harry caught him at it. He was still young enough to learn better. That didn't make him a better person, just afraid of Harry.

Petunia had a healthy fear of magic and left Harry alone. She still made snide remarks to and about him, but she never hit him again.

Once Harry figured out how to control this power, his relatives were properly cowed. He got the biggest room in the house and didn't lift a finger to help with the housework. He didn't demand they spend all their money on him, but he did require they treat him like a human being. So, he got fed, clothed, and treated with a semblance of respect. To his face. Behind his back they talked smack.

Harry didn't care what they said, the other people in the neighborhood saw him as a helpful, smart little boy. He liked cleaning so much but won't do it for his relatives, that he offered the neighbors. He made his own pocket money by doing chores for them and was kind to their kids. Unlike Dudley, who while not a bully was still a brat.

Harry also walked the dogs, fed the cats, and tended to the other pets. It was like animals just loved him.

Gardening was another one of his passions, so he tended everyone's garden, except Aunt Petunia's. She was enraged by this, but there was little she could do. Harry made all the gardens grow with his powers, and Little Whinging was a flourishing paradise.

There was so much that he did for the neighborhood that they watched out for him. If people came looking for the boy, which some weirdly dressed people did, they were run off. Harry never knew about these weirdoes. He was blissfully ignorant.

As Harry grew, so did his powers. When he was seven, he felt the barrier around his neighborhood and cleansed it of all malicious intent, which helped the gardens grow.

Mrs. Figg had to move because she was not there with good intentions. She didn't do this on her own free will, the neighbors called the cops about her overabundance of cats. She left the neighborhood in shame.

Harry didn't know who erected the shield, but they didn't have good intentions in doing it. There had been a spell for people not to notice what went on in the house, and for those that did see anything wrong to forget.

There was a spell to make the Dursleys dislike Harry. To what purpose, Harry didn't know. Even after he cleared that one out, they still hated him, for all they respected his power.

There had been another spell to make Harry stupid, which angered the recipient. Harry got rid of that one with sadistic glee and made it so that the spellcaster knew he had done it. He waited around to see if anyone would show up to replace it and someone did. An old man in flowing, colorful robes did, and he waved his wand many times to get the spell to take. It didn't and the man went away disappointed and confused.

Harry thought about confronting the man, but decided to wait until he was older. His aunt told him about the school he would be invited to attend when he turned eleven, and he would meet the man then. She told him that Dumbledore, the man's name, was the headmaster and was the one who had left him here.

Harry was conflicted with the emotions raging in his brain. They weren't all his, he knew that. He didn't understand how he knew it, but he did. However, he was in control now, so he wrestled those down and thought logically.

It was time to plan.

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Now it was time for Hogwarts. A large man had come to take him to get his supplies. He was the tallest man Harry had ever seen, which was something since he watched the telly a lot. Not even some of the tallest men in acting were as tall as this man.

The Dursleys were happy to see the back of him. They had celebrated when the letter came. Dudley even cried a bit. Petunia baked a cake and they partied until Hagrid came and bashed down their door. They weren't quite as happy then, but they were still delighted to see him go.

Harry made sure to remind them that he'd be back come summer. He just hoped they were still there. He had nowhere else to go. At least that he knew of.

"Hagrid, how do you have my key?" Harry asked as they stood in front of the goblin who was tending to them. They had made it through Diagon Alley with a lot of fuss. Everyone here seemed to know who Harry was and wanted to shake his hand for some reason. Hagrid told him a small bit about the night his parents died, and how he lived, but he wanted the whole story. He'd have to look it up or talk to the right people.

"Dumbledore gave it to me. Great man, Dumbledore," the giant of a man said with a great deal of pride. If there was one man Hagrid worshiped, it was Albus Dumbledore. It shone in his eyes and was evident in his voice.

"Who is Dumbledore?" Harry asked, trying for innocence. He pulled it off rather well. He had perfected it growing up.

There had been times when he needed to act this way to the neighbors, when Petunia's tongue got away with her, and she talked about what a horrid boy Harry was. How he was keeping her family hostage. No really believed her, but his innocent act went a long way in making sure it stayed that way.

The goblin looked at him and asked, "You never met Dumbledore?" That was not good. Only the account holder was supposed to have the key, or hand it to a trusted person.

"No, should I have?" Harry inquired. He really wanted to know. Why should he know the headmaster? He had not attended the school yet. He certainly wasn't a politician. There would be no need for him to meet the man in his other capacities.

"If he has your key, then, yes, you should have," was the answer as the goblin pressed a rune on his counter. Suddenly there was another goblin there, who was better dressed than their teller. "He didn't know where his key was," the teller said to the new goblin. He held up said key as if it explained what he was talking about.

"Interesting," the better dressed one said, then waved Harry to follow him, snatching up the key. He would get to the bottom of this. While the keys were not their responsibility, they took thievery very seriously.

"Here, now," Hagrid said, grabbing ahold of Harry's shirt, making him stop moving forward. "I'm responsible for him until I get him back to his aunts." He took his job very seriously, and he didn't want Harry wandering off without him. Dumbledore trusted him to take care of the boy and that was what he was going to do.

"Unless you want to be branded a thief, I suggest you let the lad go," the second goblin said, making motions to the guards. They started coming towards the duo with their weapons ready.

It was comical to see five small pale men, who looked like they could be broken with a strong wind, coming at the giant of a man with what to him were toothpicks. The goblins were stronger than they looked, but it was still funny looking.

Hagrid didn't seem worried in the least. Well, not about the guards, but his reputation, that was trickier. He was already thought of as an accessory to murder, what with Myrtle's death. He didn't need to be branded a thief.

The other patrons of the bank were backing up and watching the show. It wasn't often that someone pissed the goblins off, but it was always fun to watch them get booted from the bank. they'd like to see these diminutive men hustle the giant out. There would be a glorious fight, that was to be sure.

"I'll be alright, Hagrid," Harry said, not wanting to see the man get in trouble. He started sending a small compulsive magic up the man's arm. His magic was strong enough to have an effect on the half-giant. "You have other things to tend to," he added, sending more magic up the arm.

"Alright, Harry. Mind you get your things," Hagrid said with a gentle smile. All was right with his world again. He handed over Harry's letter and moved off to go and do the mission Dumbledore wanted him to do.

"He's an alright bloke," Harry said to the goblins, who let Hagrid go without a fuss. "He's just a little slow," he added, like it was a reason for his protectiveness.

The guards and patrons all went back to their business disappointed that there wouldn't be any entertainment.

The second goblin was giving him an inquiring eye. He knew the boy had used magic on the giant, but that was supposed to be impossible. "Come," he told Harry.

They walked into the back of the bank and got Harry's finances into Harry's control without much trouble. They deemed Dumbledore negligent at best, but not a thief since nothing was missing. There had been a few withdrawals, but they had letters of approval from the deceased James Potter. Once those were done, there had been nothing else bar his child maintenance money.

"The man isn't stupid. I'll give him that," Harry said, going over the statements, which showed only the money going to the Dursleys and the two withdrawals his dad had approved. He was going to have to have a talk with the Dursleys about that. "He would know that he wouldn't be able to hide or get away with stealing from Gringotts."

Only a moron would try to steal from a magical bank. A very powerful person might succeed, but that would be a smash and grab. A long-convoluted plan would fail with all the magical check guards the goblins had. Harry could call the headmaster many things, but stupid was not one of them. One didn't get into three of the top government offices by being anything but smart and cunning. And the headmastership was considered a government office, since it was a ministry run school. and his paycheck came from the government.

"Yes, we don't abide thieves," Gorgun, which was the goblin's name, said as he shuffled more parchments around. "Now that you have the only keys, did you need anything else?" he asked, wanting to get back to the front of the bank. Not that he liked it there, but that was what he was paid for, and time was money.

"I need to make a withdrawal," Harry said, tucking the statement in his shirt. He would show it to his loving relatives and ask for an explanation later. They had spent the money on him, but they had lied and said it was their own. It was uncalled for.

"Griphook will take you."

One trip to his vault later, and Harry was in Diagon Alley all alone. Well, it was his own fault. He had sent Hagrid away. He shrugged and moved to get his supplies. He got his trunk first, which didn't have any additional features other than extra space, and then he moved on to get his other supplies.

He got measured for his uniform and then moved on to books while they were being sewn. It would only take an hour, magic was great. The only reason it took that long was because there was a backup of orders.

Once he got his books and uniform, he went to get his wand. Ollivander was one strange character. Even stranger than Harry himself. After trying every wand in the joint, they finally found his wand was a phoenix and holly wand that was brother to Voldemort's wand. Wasn't that fun to know.

As Harry was about to leave Diagon Alley to catch the Knight Bus, which he learned about from the goblins, he found Knockturn Alley. He didn't like the looks or feel of it, so he ducked out of sight and waved his shiny new wand and sent a blast of magic down the alley. He didn't use a spell, per se, just wanted all the ickiness gone.

He really hated dirty things. It had been a drawback from his childhood. His Aunt had him cleaning since he was three years old, and he never really stopped. His room was immaculate at all times. Now he wanted this alley to be clean too.

There were explosions of magic everywhere as curses and dark magic came undone. The sparks and streaks of lights lit up the Alley and caused people to run for cover. If they got hit with a stray spell, then they would be cleansed too. Glamors fell and things that were hiding them also fell away.

Everything that made Knockturn Alley dark, was completely eradicated, or cleansed. There wasn't a speck of evil, bar the people, left when Harry's spell was done. Even a few of the people felt like they had been wasting their lives, and that it was time to go clean.

Most of the inhabitants of Knockturn were not happy about this turn of events. Their livelihoods just came undone. Their reasons for being there were gone, and they had little else to do, but complain to the law. However, since what they were selling, or buying, was illegal, they couldn't do that either.

There were many fights breaking out and arguments were happening over whose fault it was. No one suspected the little boy who was watching with a smile on his face.

He was so satisfied that he did the same thing to Diagon Alley.

There weren't nearly as many explosions of bad magic dissipating, but there were a few in the secondhand stores. Everything just felt cleaner and brighter. Like Spring had come early and washed the winter grime away.

The only building that seemed unaffected by the magic was Gringotts, but it did set the alarms off. The goblins scrambled to find what had attacked the wards, but it was just a cleansing magic, so they let it slide. However, they made note that it did set the alarms off, which meant some things in their vaults needed cleansing. It was time to do an audit.

What came of that audit wasn't felt for years later, but many families were hit with fees and charges for harboring things in their vaults that were against policy. There was a horcrux found, and it was destroyed. Afterwards they sent it to the Department of Mysteries. What that group did with it, the goblins don't know.

Harry didn't understand the magnitude of what he had done, but the evil he had felt when he looked down the alleys was gone, so he considered it a good thing and went home.

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September came and Harry caught the Knight Bus, along with quite a few other students and their families, to King's Cross Station. He was super excited to go to Hogwarts and meet people his own age that could do magic.

Though, from what he read in the books, no one was near as powerful as he was, since he really didn't need a wand or incantations. He didn't think himself super special, but he knew he could do things others could not. He didn't want to have to manipulate people into doing his bidding, but if he needed to…

Still, to meet new people; that was thrilling.

He made his way to the secret platform, 9 ¾, without any problems. There were people milling around trying to get organized onto the shiny red train. There were happy people and sad people. Some were hugging and crying. Some were yelling and teasing. It was a symphony of noise, which Harry found quite soothing.

It was family.

Something he knew little about yet craved deeply.

Harry watched them for a minute, sighed, and then made his way to the back and found a compartment that was empty. He put a spell on the doorway to invite nice people to sit with him. He had learned of his fame from Diagon Alley, and he didn't want fanboys or fangirls to sit with him. Once had been enough for him. He just knew the kids were going to be nightmares in school, but hopefully he'd make a few friends here on the train.

He waited only for a few minutes when a sandy-haired boy, with a toad, knocked on his door. "Can I join you?" the timid boy asked, spying at all the empty seats, yet looking like he still expected to be denied.

"Sure, come on in," Harry said, getting up and helping him with his trunk. "I'm Harry Potter. What's your name?" He stuck out his hand and shook the other boy's when he took it.

"Neville Longbottom," the boy said, not going dotty over Harry, but his eyes did widen. He couldn't believe that Harry Potter was inviting him to sit with him. It was a dream come true and his gran would never believe him when he wrote her tonight. He wasn't going to go gaga over the boy though. His gran raised him better than that.

"Nice to meet you, Neville," Harry said, taking a seat and looking at the toad. "I see you have a pet. I thought about getting one, but decided to wait until next year," he said, trying for a safe topic.

There had been a time in Diagon Alley that he thought of going to the Owl Emporium, but it passed when he realized that he would have to go home to the Dursleys. It was not something he wanted to inflict upon an animal.

"My uncle gave him to me when I performed magic for the first time," Neville said, sitting down and relaxing now that he saw that Harry was just another kid. It was nice to chat with someone who didn't look down on him.

They talked until the snack lady came, she started at this end of the train, and Neville tried to steer him around to the good candies.

"Watch out for some of them. They mean what they say. The blood lollies are really bloody tasting. And Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans means every flavor. It's not much of a challenge to guess what you're going to be eating when it says so on the box," he explained as he settled for a sugar quill and a chocolate frog. He didn't get much, he was going to wait until the feast, which he heard was spectacular.

"I guess, but that takes the fun out of it," Harry said disappointed, so he bought them anyway for the experience. He might not like them, but he'd like to say he tried them at least once. "Eww, liver," he said, eating his first bean. Then he tried another. It was cherry.

They were sharing stories when more kids started knocking on the door. Soon enough, they had five others joining them for the journey and were all having a great time. They introduced Harry to Exploding Snaps, and Gobstones. None of them gave him a hard time over being a celebrity.

There was only one other muggle-raised among them, Terry Boot, who didn't understand why Harry was so popular. They told him the story and Harry learned a thing or two about his life before the Dursleys. Well, his parents' life. It was hard to hear what the other kids took for granted, but he needed to know how the public saw him.

"We'll be pulling in to Hogsmeade Station in five minutes. Leave your luggage in your compartment. It will be brought to you," a voice said from nowhere.

"We need to get ready," Harry said in shock, making everyone laugh and scatter back to their compartments. Harry and Neville just threw their robes on, over their clothes, and waited for the train to stop.

When it did, they moved to join the crowd disembarking. Hagrid was calling the first years, so they went to him. On down the steep, dark pathway they went until they got to the boats. Only four to a boat, and then they were crossing the lake. They were all in awe of the castle at night. It was lit up like a fairy castle against the dark mountains that were the background. Like lights in the darkness calling for you to visit.

Up the long staircase, and in through the large doors, and they were soon waiting to be sorted. McGonagall was not a woman to be trifled with, so they were mostly on their best behavior.

"I heard Harry Potter was on the train," someone said, looking around as if to spot the Boy-Who-Lived. "Did anyone meet him?" He was a thin boy with slicked back white hair. There was a pompous air about him that Harry didn't like.

So, he didn't speak up.

"I did," Susan Bones said, not looking at Harry. "He's a really nice young man," she stated with confidence. She wanted to dispel the belief that he was a spoiled prince. "He's nothing like the books say," she added, looking at her friend, who nodded with a smile.

"You're lying," the boy said, pointing an accusing finger at her. "I looked all over the train, and I didn't see him anywhere," he added, like his word was law.

"Believe what you want, Malfoy. I sat with Harry Potter the whole trip over, and he's just a normal boy," she said with a sniff and a raising of her nose. "Didn't we, Hannah?"

"Yes," her friend said, primly.

"I couldn't find him either," a redheaded boy said, looking around to spot the tiny waif of a boy he had been told to look for. He didn't see anyone fitting that description. There was a kid that had glasses, but he was fit and looked like a pureblood with his clean and expensive robes.

"That is not my problem," Susan said, still not looking at Harry. If he wanted them to wait, then wait they would.

"Come along," McGonagall said from behind them. She had heard the conversation and was concerned that only a few children found Harry Potter. Did the boy do something to make himself invisible? Even she couldn't pick him out of the crowd.

They went into the Great Hall, which was packed with all the other students and the staff. Waiting to sort them was a hat. It sat on a three-legged stool and looked like it was a thousand years old. It was dirty, torn and patched.

Harry felt something off about that hat, not just the filth that he didn't want to touch his head, so he sent his cleansing wave of magic to the floor to clean the castle, hoping it got to the hat as well.

An explosion of magic filled the air as pumpkin juice went flying all over everyone. The older students shielded themselves, but the younger kids were soaked. The staff also got their shields up in time and were inquisitive as to why the pumpkin juice exploded. There were some items among the food that exploded as well, but they were few. There was one in front of a dour man with greasy hair, who was not happy at all.

The hat flew up in the air and started twisting and turning as compulsions and spells were being released from it. It let out a painful scream and then floated back down onto the stool. It was clean and mended. It looked like it had just come off the hat block, and it was singing.

A fire bird burst into the Great Hall and sang a song that sounded like it was for freedom. It just had that 'I'm going to fly away' vibe to it. The bird sang and then flew down to Harry's shoulder. Once there, it started preening the boy's hair.

Harry looked shocked that such a beautiful bird was willingly sitting on his shoulder. He had no clue how important this was, just that it felt right.

There were many exclamations of shock at that. That was Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix. Why was he sitting on that boy's shoulder? Was that Harry Potter? What was going on? Those were the questions being asked.

The walls around the Great Hall, and the entire castle, were cleaner and had a glow of magic to them. They radiated pride and helpfulness. Like they wanted the students to learn and be well within their walls.

In a room, that time had forgotten, a horcrux died. It let out a scream of denial and then faded away. The ghost of Helena Ravenclaw saw this and moved on. She would no longer haunt the halls of Hogwarts. Only one other ghost would miss her, but that was his penance.

House elves were dancing as compulsions were removed from them. No longer would they have to potion the food. They had been ordered to put a potion in the food that would make the mind more susceptible to suggestion. They were completely free of that chain and would do only what the school wanted them to do. The headmaster no longer had control over their movements. They could feel Hogwarts protecting them.

The wards around the castle got stronger. It would be hard for some people to even set foot on the grounds, let alone make it to the castle proper. The look on the Board of Governors faces was going to be priceless. Especially Malfoy the senior.

Many trinkets, brought by naughty children, became defunct. Their parents will not be happy with them, but they were dark objects anyway, so…

The Potions Master stood up and quit. He gave no reason, but he glared at the headmaster for a good two minutes. Then he stormed out of the Great Hall and was never seen again.

The curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom fizzled out and was no more. No longer would there be a new teacher yearly.

The DADA professor slumped down as a spirit rose from the back of his head and flew away. It screamed its denial as it was wrenched from the property, but it was gone.

Chaos reigned for ten minutes until Quirrell was removed to the hospital wing and Dumbledore got the student body under control. He gave the go ahead to get the sorting started. The headmaster was surprised and upset that all his work was completely undone. Though no one could see that on his face. He had no idea who had done this, but he would find out.

Harry felt much better about being sorted. Everything felt cleaner and more comfortable. He could feel the castle giving him a hug. He had a feeling that with his magic, his years at Hogwarts were going to be okay.

Everyone was sorted, Harry into Hufflepuff with Neville and Susan, and dinner went on. The headmaster tried to warn them about a secret, but he never got the words out. Every time he tried; a bell would toll. Finally, he gave up and sat down. He started feeling an itching at the back of his head, and he reached up and scratched it. It got more irritating as the night went on. There were no sores to explain this itching, but it was driving him mad.

He spent a good portion of the night pondering what had happened, and how to fix it. The more he pondered, the greater the itching got. Sometime during the night, the itching got so bad he left for the hospital wing.

"What is it, Poppy?" he asked the mediwitch. He was sure it was a practical joke gone wrong. He suspected the Weasley twins, but they had never been able to get him before. Then again, Fawkes had always stopped them.

"I don't know. There is no spell on you, nor is there any foreign substance. You'll have to go to St. Mungo's," she decided. She waved her wand over his head again and came to the same conclusion. There was nothing wrong with the headmaster's head.

"I was afraid of that," he sighed and sent his Patronus to McGonagall. He hated to wake her up this late but needs must. She came in and he told her what was happening. "You'll have to look after the school while I'm gone," he said, getting up to go to his office and floo over to the hospital.

"I will," she assured him. She wouldn't get control over the wards, but she would feel if they were violated.

As soon as Albus Dumbledore flooed away the school closed to him. He'd never be allowed back in. He would try to get back in and would be violently thrown into the lake. His things were deposited at the gate, and he couldn't even get an agent into the place. It was completely closed to him.

McGonagall felt the wards try to jump to her, but they found her unworthy. So, they looked among the teachers and finally settled on Professor Sprout. Who was woken up due to the shock. She bustled to find out what was going on and found McGonagall trying to get into the headmaster's office.

"What happened?" Pomona asked, touching the gargoyles making them jump out of the way.

"I don't know. Albus went to the hospital and then the school changed the wards over to someone not me," Minerva stated, though she figured it was the other woman since she got them in the office.

"Yes, it was me," Sprout said, confirming the Deputy Headmistress' thoughts.

"Why you? I have been serving this school for years as Albus' second-in-command," McGonagall said, beyond frustrated.

"If the school closed to Albus, then it didn't like the way he was running things. If you continued in his stead, then it would close to you too," Pomona said, looking around the empty room and already planning where to put what plants.

Minerva McGonagall sighed in defeat. It was the school's decision. They talked over where to go from there, and they spent the rest of the night on what changes would be made. There weren't many, but Pomona had a no bullying policy that she was going to enforce.

The next morning, the students were told that Albus retired after many long years of service. Albus was being questioned by the Aurors, who wanted to know why he was no longer welcome at Hogwarts.

Life went on, and Harry Potter didn't go on great adventures. Well, not many. He did free a house elf in his second year. All he did was wave his hand over the elf and it was free. There was no long thought-out plan. The elf was so thankful that it became his elf right away.

He did meet his godfather, which the wards didn't find a threat. The ministry had tried to place the dementors around the school when Black escaped, but the wards fried them when they came near.

Harry made sure that the wards were up to full strength every year. He sent his cleaning magic into the castle the second he stepped into the school. No one ever caught him at it.

"How did you get past the wards? they keep bad people out," Harry asked the scraggly man who was staring at him like he was a steak dinner.

"I'm not a bad person," Sirius said, sitting down to appear less dangerous. "I came for the rat, but he's not here. "I guess your wards keep him out too," he said, almost in tears. He had come so far only to be thwarted by wards.

"What rat? And why do you need him?" Harry asked, wondering what the man was talking about. He knew that one redheaded kid complained that his pet rat didn't like being at the school anymore.

"There was a picture in the newspaper of a kid with a rat on his shoulder. I thought the rat would be here, but the kid had to leave him at home. I don't know where they live," Sirius said, all but sobbing by now.

"Why do you need this rat?" Harry asked again. Maybe he could help him. He was stupidly powerful. Not that he told many people that, but he had a good feeling about this man. That and it was his godfather. He had learned that by accident.

"He's really a man. He's the one who betrayed your parents to Voldemort. Without him, I'll never be free," Sirius said, despondent. He had had it all planned out. It would have been glorious.

"Oh, is that all," Harry said, waving his hand and calling up on his magic to bring him the rat that was a man. How many of them could there be? Turns out there were three. He caged up all three of them and said, "Which one is your rat?"

Sirius Black was stunned. He identified Wormtail and after talking over some plans with Harry, he went to get his name cleared.

The other two ratmen were set free. They had no need for them.

When Harry went to the Ministry for Sirius' trial, he didn't like the feel of it. So, he did what he always did, and he shot a cleaning spell at the floor.

What happened went down in history as the greatest calamity to happen at the Ministry. The entire Department of Mysteries fell. It was a chain reaction of explosions. Not everything they were working on was dark, but near enough. The whole department collapsed. That caused the building to shake and shimmy.

It was only the magic of the structure that kept the whole ministry from folding in on itself. However, the DoM will never be used again. No one knows what happened to the Veil of Death, but there is rumor that everything from the department was tossed through there and is sucked itself in.

The people in the DoM were saved by magic, but they were now out of a job. Well, until they found a new place to start up their department. The ministry still needed their services, but they learned a lesson today. What that was, is still a mystery.

The Ministry itself was cleansed of dark artifacts as well, and there were explosions coming from various offices, as listening spells and espionage objects were dispelled. Other dark artifacts were destroyed, and many were arrested. Depending on who saw what and where they saw it.

Some woman named Umbridge was arrested and Kissed immediately. Well, it was an accident, but no one was complaining, except for Fudge. It wasn't their fault that the dementors were going crazy because of the cleansing spell. They were dying and Kissing all the prisoners to stay alive. That was too bad for all the corrupt politicians that were arrested that day. Fudge survived by the skin of his teeth. Malfoy, the senior, didn't make it though.

It was a calamity that was meant to happen, and it helped get Sirius clear because many that wanted him dead were arrested and Kissed, accidentally, for having dark artifacts. It was a good day to be the godfather of Harry Potter.

Sirius never understood how Harry did what he did but accepted that Harry was just stupidly powerful and moved on.

Harry was also a Quidditch star, seeker, which he loved. He earned it on his own merit and not on some fluke. Cedric Diggory, whose place he took, became a chaser. The two of them became fast friends.

He was popular with the girls, and with his powers he knew who the fangirls were, and who liked just Harry. Too bad, the latter were very few. Still, he had a great time as a teen exploring the inside of… broom closets.

He made prefect for being a good student, with good grades. He didn't make Head Boy, but he didn't want the responsibility, so that was okay.

The horcruxes were all killed off by either the goblins or the DoM before the implosion. The diary was killed by the wards when it was brought in by Ginny Weasley.

When Harry finally met Voldemort, at the age of twenty, he just shot a cleansing spell at him, and the man was no more. Harry was just that powerful.

Hey, stranger things have happened.