A/N: This is a Slytherin! Harry, Intelligent! Harry, Powerful! Harry, with Weasley and Dumbledore bashing. Also, a few heads ups, Double Trouble is up for adoption, I have also created my own community so make sure to check it out! This is the REWRITTEN VERSION!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot, which is also somewhat influenced by the oh so wonderful J.K. Rowling and other fanfics.

July 24th, 1986, Potter Manor

A house elf, measuring about waist high with large, tennis ball sized, eyes looked through her mistresses diaries, hoping for some sort of hint as to where she could find her young master. She could not use normal house elf popping, as it was called, for she had not bonded to her young master. The elf that had, had died quickly after her former mistress and master had died. The elf's skin had rotted, until he had been found dead one day, with black skin that seemed full of dark magic.

Tippy, the elf's name, kept searching through diaries until she found one that helped, it had taken a while for her to find something useful. She had to keep up with her duties of an elf as well as going through countless books in the Potter Grimoire but she finally had found some proof that all was not lost. Tippy opened the diary and read, the pages soaked in tears.

June 5th, 1979

I can't continue like this like all is ok. I don't know how I keep going without breaking down, I can only thank James for that. He's helped me through this all, I was an idiot not to see his feelings for me earlier. But it's finally over, mum and dad are dead and now Tuney hates me, she just gave me an address to contact her at to in order to deal with the old house. 4 Privet Drive, it's bland, it's boring, it's too normal, yet Tuney relishes it, it's like she's trying to was the trace of me away. What happened to my sister? I can't take much more of this, I was only a bridesmaid for her today because mum insisted. I can't keep going, I need to talk to James.

Lily

The page had acquired new tears by the time Tippy had finished reading it. Her mistress had been one of the kindest people Tippy had ever met, yet her own sister had hated her. None the less, Tippy had an address and that was enough, she would find her young master. She had to.

July 24th 1986, 4 Privet Drive

A 7-year-old boy with emerald green eyes and unruly black hair, laid on his bed in the cupboard under the stairs, silently whimpering in pain from when his aunt had hit him on the head with the frying pan earlier in the day his eyes filled with pain a child should never know. He had other scars sure, mainly the ones on his back from when his uncle used the belt but this one was the most recent. The one thing that kept him going was knowing his name and his parents, despite what his aunt and uncle said. They called him Freak but he knew his real name, Harry James Potter, son of Lily Marie Potter née Evans and James Charlus Potter.

Nearly two years ago Harry had developed an eidetic memory, giving him perfect recall. Along with this eidetic memory, Harry had been able to lock down his emotions, something that unnerved the rest of his classmate, not that he cared. The only time he let his emotions show was in his cupboard or when the beatings got really bad. Harry was going over his memories of his parents, trying to draw a source of comfort when he heard a faint pop and a creature, a house elf, he thought to himself, appeared. "Master Harry! Master Harry!" The elf exclaimed with glee."Tippy has come to take you home. Do you want to come home?" The elf asked its eyes filled with unshed tears of joy. Harry nodded eagerly and put his hand on Tippy's shoulder who promptly popped them back to Potter Manor.

Potter Manor

As the duo arrived in the manor Harry succumbed to his injuries and passed out. Noticing this Tippy ran some diagnostic spells and gasped in shock when she noticed an evil taint in her young master's scar. Tippy quickly sent out a message to all the elves of the manor for them to come join her. Many gasped in shock when they recognized their young master, those gasps turned into ones of horror when they felt the taint in his scar.

The head elf, Chippy, came forward, "We take him to the ward room, and we cleanse him." Many elves were surprised, a cleansing would prevent and remove any magical binds on Harry, ones that might have been put there on purpose but most realized it was their best solution so they did just that.

It was a 3-day process, and Harry remained unconscious for all of those and an additional 4, finally waking on his birthday, July 31st. Harry's lightning-shaped scar had faded significantly and his vision had improved. Harry's scars had been healed and overall he felt more powerful. "Master Harry! You is awake! Happy Birthday, Master Harry!" Tippy exclaimed.

"Hi there, Tippy was it? What happened to me?" Harry asked, only remembering being brought to the manor and then passing out. "Tippy found dark magic in your scar and healed you. We also remove all magical binds, tracking charms and any other spell cast on you before." Tippy replied.

"Were there any spells? Who cast them?" Harry questioned.

"At least 10 different ones, and they were all cast by Albus bloody Dumbledore." A voice said from behind annoyance clearly heard. Harry turned around and gasped. There was a portrait, on the right, the person that had spoken, was a man with unruly black hair, light hazel eyes. On the left was a woman with luscious black hair that fell to her waist. She had high cheekbones and stormy gray eyes, she looked like the perfect aristocrat. Despite only having met them a couple times before they passed away Harry recognized them immediately. "Gran? Gramps?"

"You recognize us?" The man, Charlus Potter, asked in shock.

"Yes, I developed an eidetic memory a couple of years ago. Now back to what you were saying, what did he do? Dumbledore I mean?" Harry inquired as he sat up in bed, eating the soup that Tippy had brought him.

As he idly remembered a man who dressed in garish robes and wore half-moon spectacles and a long gray beard. "You mean other than sending you to your aunt's where you were treated like a slave?" Dorea asked rhetorically, venom practically dripping from her voice. "He sent Sirius to Azkaban where he died, took a bunch of Potter heirlooms and books not to mention taking out all that money from your trust vault, luckily that's all he has access to," Dorea replied, her fury barely contained.

"Why would he do that? I thought he was supposed to be good?" Harry asked, remembering the few memories he could of Dumbledore. "He's not bad per se… more egotistical and greedy, he sees himself as the lord of the light, the only person that can be trusted and he hoards everything, money, knowledge, etc. At least that's what we can tell, for all we know he could be as bad as Voldemort. Speaking of which, Harry you need to remove Dumbledore's name from the wards and when you turn 11 I want you to claim the Head of House so that you can be free of Dumbledore's manipulations." Charlus replied. "Also, I recommend asking Tippy to send an illusion of yourself to Privet Drive in case Dumbledore comes looking for you."

Harry nodded solemnly, remembering what he could of his Uncle Sirius, while Tippy fetched the ward book. "Master Harry Sir, I recommend crossing out all names except yours. Also, would you like for the elves to collect the family heirlooms?" Tippy asked.

"Yes please do that, and thank you Tippy," Harry replied when he remembered another two people, his Uncle Peter and Uncle Remus. "Gran, Gramps?" Harry called as he crossed out all of the names in the ward book, preventing them access to all Potter estate, "What about Uncle Remus and Uncle Peter?"

"Peter betrayed your parents and we don't know what happened to Remus." Charlus said, "Before your parents went into hiding they sent us a letter telling us about the true secret keeper. After that, we don't really know." Harry simply nodded, before sleep overtook him.

July 24th 1986, Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts

Albus Dumbledore was out at an ICW meeting when all of his trinkets behind him started to shake. They were all linked to one boy, Harry Potter, and they worked as long as he never verbally acknowledged that 4 Privet Drive was not his home or if he never acknowledged that he had another home. Alas, he had acknowledged another home, not that Albus would ever know that, and the trinkets all exploded, leaving a mess that would put an angry Voldemort to shame. Let it be said, that blood magic is powerful… very powerful.