Okay, so it's time for my personal challenge. I loved reading "In the Mind of a Scientist" by ZenoNoKyuubi I in terms of Harry's morals/ethics and his attitude towards everyone.

I hope you all enjoy this, as I will try to post another chapter, but I struggle with posting after chap1

Little Whinging was a normal little town, filled with normal people, going about their normal lives, in every house except one.

In the smallest bedroom of number four, Privet drive resided a fourteen year old boy. This was not the strangest thing about the smallest bedroom. It was likely the various metals, both scrap and precious, gemstones, various parts of magical creatures and tree branches from different trees, and tools alongside the large rolls of parchment with strange symbols all over them.

At the desk sat a fourteen year old boy wearing safety glasses while welding with his homemade welding machine. On his desk lay a long staff made of seven different woods, which were Aspen, Black Walnut, Ebony, Elder, Hornbeam, Pine, and Yew. It was safe to say it was a rather odd looking staff. The seven woods were swirled from the base, which was a flat with a thin palladium cup covering the bottom flat and five cm up.

At the opposite end of the staff, where the boy was welding, looked similar before he started welding, but now there are seven thin claws made of osmium holding a large, light blue topaz in the shape of a teardrop, with the point facing away from the staff.

If one were to look inside the swirl of woods, they would become even more confused about how this staff was supposed to work.

Spanning the length of the wand were various different cores, some working together, and others against yet all in a harmony. Seven thestral heartstrings, one tied to the end of another reaching from tip to tip of the staff. A thunderbird tail feather sitting towards the end of the staff where the topaz gem resided. A thin strip of basilisk skin covering the inside of the wood, along one thin side. Griffin feather sitting at the base of the staff, in a similar position to the thunderbird feather. A mixture of Acromantula and Fire Acromantula web, spun form one end to the other, helping to hold all the other cores in place.

As the boy finished welding the bases of the claws to the osmium, he flipped the safety goggles off his head revealing his bright green eyes, that almost looked to glow in joy as he looked upon his creation, his own Frankenstein. A mosh pit of different woods, metals and magical creature pieces that is more likely to explode than cast anything.

Next, the boy took what looked to be a fountain pen and started to carve runes all over his Frankenstein, top to bottom covering the entire thing including the metal cup and claws.

Once the rune carving was finished, he made sure that he had all his things, mainly his staff stored in a plastic tub, and took the Knights Bus to Diagon ally.

As the boy walked up the stairs to the marble bank, he couldn't help but wonder if the last four weeks of his holidays had been a complete waste of time.

Entering the banking hall, he walked up to one of the tellers and just said. "Hello, I'm here to see Rotgut about my experiment."

Five minutes later, the boy sat down in the hospital of the Goblin nation and was given a various potions. As he was drifting off to sleep, with his hand bleeding in a tub next to his bed, the only thing he could think was 'Fuck, I hope no one will take any blood from the tub.'

As the boy woke the next morning, he saw Rotgut and a Goblin healer standing next to him, both wearing large, toothy grins. "Congratulations, Mr. Potter, you have enough blood. The Goblin nation wishes you luck in your magical experimentation."

As the now named Mr. Potter looked down to his left, he saw the blood tub was three quarters full. He couldn't help but grin back.

As Mr. Potter walked from the bank into Diagon ally, he couldn't help but marvel at how helpful the Goblins could be. For fifty galleons, a small fortune, mind you, they allowed him to all but bleed out in their hospital wing while they kept him alive and bleeding into a tub for ten hours.

As he walked down the alley, Mr. Potter saw the shop of someone who would see the true beauty of his creation. He would not allow them to see it until it was finished, should they try to sabotage his pride and joy.

Deciding to pick up a few books that wouldn't be in Flourish and Blotts, he made sure that his shrunken box and tub were safely secured in his pocket and purchased a pure black hooded cloak from Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions, flipped the hood up and stepped into Knockturn ally,

As he traversed the illicit stores looking for the book shop, his mind wandered to all the magical experiments he could do if his staff succeeded.

Once he found the shop and entered, he walked towards the enchanting section. This was not your normal book shop, it was filled with magical texts from exotic and illegal magics, from enchanting, the mind arts, Animagus transformation and necromancy, as well as everything in between.

As he thumbed through the enchanting books, he ticked off in his head 'Read it, read it, read it, read it, read it.' As you could probably tell, Mr. Potter had spent a lot of time reading books about magic. He wasn't great at the generic magics, like charms and potions, but he was incredible at Runes, Transfiguration and everything else exotic, while his Defense against the Dark arts was average.

Deciding that there were no new enchanting books, he decided to start looking into his Animagus form. It was such a magnificent form of magic that he couldn't help but want to try. Picking up a small series of books that explained the transformation from learning the potion to reveal if you had a form, how to sink deep enough into your mind to find and release it, and then the actual transformation itself.

As Mr. Potter walked up to the counter to pay for his books, the woman at the counter looked up and smiled happily. "Harry, you've come for more books. Isn't your room at home already full up?" She asked.

"Of course I have Maria, going to try the Animagus transformation next. My current experiment means I have another week of silence until its finished." Harry said smiling slightly. He didn't get along with many humans, but Maria was one of them.

He had met her before his first year while exploring Knockturn ally and found this book shop. He ended up spending every day in the shop until the school year at Hogwarts had started as he had no wish to go back to the Dursleys.

After a few more minutes of talking, Harry left the shop and Knockturn ally, as he wanted to get started on his new project. Stopping by to the apothecary of Diagon ally to pick up the ingredients for the Animagus potential potion, he took the Knights bus home. Once he got home, he placed the staff in the tub of blood, completely submerged and would leave it there for seven days, seven nights, seven hours and seven minutes.

The next morning, Harry drank the murky blue potion and lay back on his bed.

Harry opened his eyes and found himself in an open forest with a rather large river running along through the clearing. He only had time for a rather quick scan around before he heart an extremely loud roar.

Looking around, Harry spotted some birds flying away from the treetops a few dozen metres away, and trees falling over from being run into.

Suddenly, a thirty foot tall, pitch black Tyrannosaurus Rex with bright green eyes ran into the clearing straight at Harry and roared in his face.

The next thing harry knew, he was sitting up in his bed grinning.

Harry spent the next six days in heavy meditation, only stopping to eat and drink, as well as stretch his muscles.

Now, this was heavily advised against, as it could cause serious mental trauma, but Harry had never listened to warnings when magic was involved, just like the time he had used Fiendfire during his first year, when he found the words 'Near uncontrolable' in a book found in the restricted section. He might have burned a lot of that magnificent room on the seventh floor, but Fiendfire was now easily controlled by Harry.

In the books telling him how to release his Animagus form, it says that you build a representation of your bonded magical focus and channel raw power through to smash the cage. As his staff was yet to finish stabalizing to him, he was stuck with his wand.

As such, he had barely finished breaking one of the nearly one hundered bars caging the pitch black T-Rex.

Harry came out of his meditation when the timer for the stabalizing and blood bonding of his staff was complete. The timing had to be perfect, as magic was rather fickle when you are violating so many laws of magic.

As soon as the timer hit 'Seven days, Seven nights, Seven hours, Seven minutes' he reached into the tub and grasped the wood which had been dyed a very days red, which looked black unless examined closely.

When the staff was pulled from the tub, a great many waves of magic rolled from the newly bonded pair, the magic was so powerful that it was both visible, small vibrations of an emerald green curtain, the colour of his magic, and audible, a small hum.

The magic shattered the windows of the house and rebuilt them instantly, lengthened Harry's hair and made his eyes glow even brighter, now reaching a luminescent sheen while his hair was down past his shoulder blades.

Arabella fig, three streets over was nearly overwhelmed with the power of the magic rolling from the staff.

Garrick Olivander, sitting in his shop felt the unique magic of wandcraft along with something different. It was powerful, wild and relentless. He would have to investigate.

Harry Potter tapped the butt of his newly made staff on the floor and focused on turning his broken bed into a comfortable and safe bed. It worked perfectly. Harry grinned madly.

Albus Dumbledore was planning his next more for the Tri Wizard Tournament. He wasn't expecting his plot to succeed, but he had to try.

When Albus left the baby Harry on his aunt's doorstep thirteen years ago, he had hoped that when he came to Hogwarts in 1991 that Harry would be meek, quiet and easily controlled. He was wrong.

When Harry walked into the great hall and Albus got his first look at the boy, he was reading an extremely advanced book about runes. The kind of runes that are put on some of the most powerful magical artifacts in the wizarding world, like time turners and the Goblet of fire.

When his name was called to be sorted, he simply raised a finger in response telling them to wait for him to finish his paragraph.

When the hat got on the boys head, it was silent for a few minutes, then laughed aloud in amusement. If Albus knew what kind of madness and lust for knowledge was inside the boy, the ruthless nature and lack of morals, he would have expelled the boy then and there.

When the dementors were recalled at the end of the Sirius Black incident, bloody fool managed to break out of Azkaban and almost foiled his plans, there were a small handful of dementors missing. When Albus was told in his office the hat chuckled and muttered "The game is getting interesting."

Albus decided that the boy needed to have his will broken. He would do what Albus told him. One way or the other.

Look, I know that a lot of my information is ridiculous, from his Animagus form to the staff. To be honest, I kind of feel like im just sending him straight to op, but I hope that I would be able to create challenges for him to have to overcome.

So, i'm a large supporter of Bad!Dumbles, Weasleys (Molly, Percy, Ron and Ginny) and to a lesser extent, Hermionie. I just found everything involving them far to convenient. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.