Dont own Harry Potter

this is one of my favorite ideas, but I dont have plans for this yet. So I'm posting it

Dorea Potter looked at her husband as he drew the runes all around their grandson. James had just dropped off Harry to go to an Order meeting. In her opinion they had Harry too soon, they weren't even out of Hogwarts yet when Harry was born. Now Lily was having another baby and Dumbledore sent them into the muggle world.
That's what bothered her, Dumbledore had taken an unhealthy interest in her family, her husband noticed too. So they sat one day and discussed it, they respected Dumbledore for fighting the fight nobody else was, but he was not doing it right. You dont fight to incapacitate in a war unless you can guarantee that they would not get back up, and using a second year charm that everyone knew was not the way to go. So they had put their heads together and began creating a ritual for Harry. James was to busy with his order buisness to bother teaching the next generation about their family, and they had a suspicion that Dumbledore was telling him not to continue on their families traditions. James was never much for his family, he preferred to have a laid back muggle style life, which was fine, but it also meant the next generation would never get to see the true power of the family, and Harry was the first Potter that hailed from both Potter and Black families, the two families in Britain that held tremendous potential for power, one need look no further than Charles and Bellatrix.
"Charles, are you sure about this? If we are wrong we'll kill our grandson."
"It's the only way I can think of Dorea. You heard the prophecy."
That was true, Dorea was having tea with her goddaughter Pandora Lovegood when she suddenly keeled over and began speaking in a misty voice

The one with the power to defeat the dark lord has arrived, forgotten by the ones he loves, loved by the generation who passed.
A false prophecy rises and he is forgotten, only through his true family and eventual loved ones can light prevail.

It was a true prophecy too, unlike a few fakes who speak in mystified voices that speak In riddles and rhymes this one spoke of a child born with the possibility of defeating the dark lord, and going through all of the recently born wizards magical scales it was a toss up between their grandson and the Diggory boy, and they had to do something to ensure their Grandson stayed alive. The generation passed probably meant they weren't going to be around to see it. So with a tap of the activation rune all three Potters were bathed in light. Within Harry Potter the potential of both the Potters and the Blacks were merged and a new legend was born.

1 year later
Voldemort smirked, Pettigrew was a fool to sell out his friends, he would die next, but for now he needed the pathetic Rat. Today his eternal reign would be established, oh he knew Horcrux could not extend life, only ensure the Natural life of a wizard, he was working on the true immortal thing, but if he couldn't he would establish his dark empire and find a worthy pure blood to have his heir who would continue his kingdom, all he had to do was kill the Potter and Longbottom children.
Then a frown appeared, the problem was the Potters were guarded by Charlus and Dorea Potter, people always say he only feared Dumbledore. While it's true The ancient headmaster was exceptionally powerful and could give him a run for his money, he wasn't scared merely cautious. Dumbledore was a pacifist and a fool. He fought a war to stun and take prisoners. Charles and Dorea though...they scared him. Charles was just as strong as Dumbledore in his prime, and he didn't take prisoners. The man almost took down Grindlewald single handed. Dorea was like Bellatrix, it's why he broke her and recruited her. A very powerful witch that had even more potential, but the strength in them lay in their brains, Dorea could use magic in ways nobody had seen before and continue to fight afterwards. He shudders slightly thinking about some of his first death eaters, they were females now only able to work the streets of Nocturne alley, he wasn't even sure how that was possible. That's why even though he wanted the honor of finishing off the Potential threats to his empire he had to swallow his pride and bring his inner circle, he could take on one of the elder Potters, but not both.

The battle that followed lost him a lot of good death eaters, both Lestrange Brothers were killed and Lucius was crippled.

Ascending the stairs he entered the room where a 1 year old baby and a 3 year old toddler sat, the toddler glaring at him in hate, his eyes widened that boy had a massive magical core. He frowned at the eldest child, Heterchromia was near impossible due to magic outside of metamorphic abilities. It was a sign of magic evolving, growing into something unknown. Raising his wand he spoke his favorite two words and the green curse struck him, but he didn't die. In his haste he had missed the runes glowing slightly around the boys eyes, then his body was destroyed so he had to flee.

A fourteen year old Harry shot up in his bed panting heavily, "that night again." After that night his parents stopped caring for him. Neither celebrated his birthdays or gave him Christmas presents. Their was only three bright parts of Harry's life, the first was his grandparents, whatever they had done to him left him with memories not his own. So whenever he fell asleep he would get lessons, they always had love and affection in their eyes for him. Because of that he knew the Potter families history and accomplishments, accomplishments he was planning on adding his own to as heir Potter.
The second light in his life burst through the door right then and their, "Hawwy!" His adorable little redheaded hazel eyed little sister. He loved her more than anything, which was good since he practically raised her until his Parents came back and took her, but they still shared a very special bond.
"Oof!" He almost collapsed as the little redhead jumped into his arms, "I bet your hungry huh?"
"Uhuh!" She smiled up at him happy.
Walking down the stairs he told Rosy what her grandparents were like before they were gone, Daniel had memories of them even if he barely remembered them, but Rosy had been born long after they were dead. He had begun teaching her the family history last year, he mainly stuck to the child friendly stuff until she was at least 6.
"Yum." Rosy smiled at the bacon and sausage omelet he set down in front of her, she dived in like only a child could.
After they were finished Harry flicked his wrist and both plates were instantly cleared and cleaned. "Why don't we go out back, I do believe it's someones birthday."
She climbed onto his shoulders and tugged at his hair, "go horsey!"
Harry sighed and stepped out of the kitchen after sending spell towards the plate leftover that he had cooked vegan for his mother, it was something he did every day. He could give a shit if James or Daniel ever gave him the time of day, but Harry had always craved his mothers attention, no matter how much he hid it. So every day he and Rosy would get up and eat early and he would leave a third plate behind specially for her, she still had yet to figure out who did it.

Lily entered the kitchen and frowned, a warm mug of coffee and an omelette sat on the counter, for years this had been going on and it was driving her crazy trying to figure out who did it. She knew it wasn't James or Daniel, James couldn't cook worth a damn, and Daniel, well he would just laugh everytime he heard she was a vegetarian...then like a lightning bolt struck she remembered the baby days, when Daniel would give her cards for mothers day, another emerald and Violet eyed boy would give her a pretty good vegan dish for breakfast. "Who...she turned and saw two letters, one was for Daniel, she smiled her baby was going to school. "Harry Potter..."she mumbled and gasped, her eldest child. The one she conceived the day she lost her virginity to James in school...the one who clapped happily not knowing what was going on when she graduated...the only one of her babies who even knew her parents.

A cry echoed through the house and she leapt up, half the omelette forgotten. Rushing out back she stopped short and could swear she was looking at her father in law, "alright Rosy, I'm not James and stupid enough to get you a broom. I dont want the one time mum acknowledged me to be when she kills me. This is to help you gain the balance and ability to use a broom. Our grandpa on mum's side got me one way back then." She watched as her little girl was happily riding a tricycle around laughing happily. It brought back memories of her own dad giving her a bike.

James was walking down the stairs happily when his wife burst past him crying her eyes out, "Lils, what's wrong..." he followed her into his room and froze at the picture she was holding, it was at graduation, Lily was holding a Baby.

Harry smiled as he stepped out of the fireplace in the leaky cauldron waving to Tom. The old man smiled merrily and threw him a butterbeer. Tom always gave him a free one. Says that his employment helped him immensely back in the day to patch up his marriage, he never got any money from the Potter vaults, despite the fact that he knew they were wealthy enough to do so, so to earn money he had worked with Tom for a few years, and after he got into Hogwarts Professor Snape hired him as his apprentice. They hadn't started off well, but after a year Snape told him about his rivalry with his father, and said he took far more after his mother, grandmother(on both sides.) And grandfather, the only people he ever truly respected. So after second year he took him on to earn his potions mastery since he was well beyond school year in potions. It also helped that he had been born a metamorph and he defaulted to his grandfathers looks more than his father.

"It's about time Potter." Harry grinned and turned, their was the third and final light in his life, his friends. Daphne Greengrass, Edgar Bones Jr., son of his godfather Sirius Black and Amelia Bones, Sirius was all to Happy to give his first born kid to the Bones line. Saying that Harry would probably be the only one capable of reviving the Black name and changing it for the better. He and Eddie had practically grown up together since Harry had spent more time in Bones, and later Greengrass manor, and finally Arcturus Malfoy, the only tolerable Malfoy. Narcissa had named him after her grandfather because he was born on the same day the elder Black died. Arcturus tended to hate his fathers views. The elder Malfoy believed purebloods were the best, but killed and tortured several different pureblood families. He was to Harry like Sirius was to James.

He met Daphne, and Cedric In his first year of school. He and Daphne were academic rivals, the best two students to go to Hogwarts. They blew away Dumbledores old records and refused to give way for the other, but despite this he and Daphne were the best of friends because neither rubbed it in the others face when they won. Cedric and he had bonded over quiditch, in his first year he broke the boundary and became the youngest seeker in the century, professor Flitwick had tweaked the rules for him. After they had dueled it out for the snitch and he won they became fast friends, especially after Harry had rotated to Chaser. The only loss Ceddy had was that one year Harry had played seeker.

"So, I hear the boy who lived is going to be coming to Hogwarts this year." Daphne teased twirling her hair.

Harry grunted as he led them to a table at Florean's, "don't remind me. This year is going to suck, we're gonna have to listen to, 'I'm the boy who lived' crap in addition to 'wait till my father hears about this' from Malfoy Jr." His metamorph ability helping him imitate the two 11 year olds perfectly. Arcturus and Eddie both laughed and even Daphne cracked a smile, only a few people knew of his ability, unlike the girl who he met back when he first started he didn't advertise his abilities all the time.

Arcturus sighed, "theirs gonna be no peace once wittle Draco comes to Hogwarts. Thank God I'm in ravenclaw and not Slytherin, little brat is gonna use dads influence to take it over."

Daphne, being the only Slytherin among them smirked, "I'd like to see that brat try."

Lily knocked on her eldest sons door, her husband right behind her, both had realized that...they didn't know anything about their oldest child. When no answer came she opened the door and found he wasn't their. Looking around her eyes widened, his room was magically expanded. He had tons of books, some made her salivate as they were extremely old texts on potions and Charms, Spells lost to the ages. Then she noticed the pictures, lining the walls were moving pictures of Harry and 3 other children as well as four different scores for three different years of school. She nearly choked when she saw that all four had completely wiped the floor with her scores. "James...our son is a genius. Look at these scores."

Lilu turned to the pictures next, one was obviously Harry. Though he looked different, her eyes widened when she got to the third year pictures and saw a picture of Harry morphing his face to a duck's Bill and everyone laughing around him, her son was a metamorphmagi. "He isnt in Gryffindor Lils." James said.

Lily whirled around and looked at the top, sure enough it wasn't Minerva Mcgonagal at the top. It was her old mentor Filius Flitwick.

James looked into the cauldron and scrunched his eyebrows, "hey...what is this potion?" James was pants at Potions.

Lily rolled her eyes and looked over his shoulder, "that...that's felix Felisis...you don't learn about this potion unless your in an apprenticeship for a mastery."

The door opened and her eldest sons multi colored gaze met her own emerald, "indeed. Which is why I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch that, if its messed up now professor Snape will be furious."

James snorted, "and why would Snivellus care?"

Harry rolled his eyes and pulled out a trunk. Her eyes widened when he wordlessly and wandlessly reinlarged it, "I know it's not your typical style, but try to think about that."

Lily gasped, "your already training for a mastery?!"

Harry nodded, "yep. I needed money, so durring summer months I help him brew potions for the next year of school. He teaches me them and any extras we end up with we sell to shops in Diagon alley." He pulled out a second trunk and showed dozens of potion bottles ready and waiting, "I'll deliver these to him tomorrow after the train ride."

James looked confused, "why dont you have money? Your a Potter."

Harry shrugged, "not sure. First year I had to buy all second hand stuff, working with Tom didnt earn very much money. Never had an allowance and the Goblins say a trust vault was never opened in my name." He pulled out the book on charms she was eyeing and handed it to her, "now I need to finish this now, or I wont be able to finish my mastery." He shoved them out of the room, both Parents stunned at the casual indifference he showed them and the way he grew up.

Harry grinned as he broke away from his family, who were absorbed in the attention Daniel was getting and boarded the train to find his friends. He greeted his friends warmly and placed his school trunk on the shelves and ensured the protections on the potions were still active.

"So Potter, where do you think your little brother will end up?" Daphne asked.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Daph, we've been friends for years, more than friends on a few occasions. I think it's fine to call me Harry." Daphne turned bright red, she remembered those nights fondly. "As for your question, if Hufflepuff was truly a house for losers I'd say that house, barely. He is too stupid for Ravenclaw, he's best friends with a Weasley, so he is a racist, discarding Hufflepuff. He wouldn't last a day in the snake pit, so that leaves Griffyndor. Were dwell those that love to fuck around instead of doing schoolwork in school."

The door opened and a girl who was so small she could only be a first year, she was crying with a developing bruise on her cheek

The rest of the trip was spent mostly on playing exploding snap or reading ahead on subjects.

Near the end of the trip he got a headache as he was visited by his brother and Malfoy, Daniel wanted money and Malfoy was just acting superior.

Entering into the great Hall he sat down at the Ravenclaw table, it wasn't long until the first years came in, a lot of girls gagged at the sight of the fat tub of lard that was his brother, he snickered at that. The only part that people even remotely liked was his red swollen scar. Unlike his own scar Daniel's never closed for some reason. The whole sorting was slightly disappointing, Daphne was going to have to deal with all of the Junior Death eaters now. The only notable Ravenclaw that joined was a blonde haired girl with dreamy eyes, Luna lovegood he had learned. Her birthday was literally the day the cut off for the year, she had a choice of coming to school this year or next year and apparently her only friend was Ginerva Weasley who only talked about his brother, and was only her friend because her mother forced her, or so she said as she dug into the pudding. Harry smiled, the girl reminded him of little Rosy if she had the sight. He couldn't tell how but he knew she was a seer, plus he knew for a fact that her mother was his...god-aunt or something like that.

"My mummy told me stories about you when I was young Harry Potter." Harry blinked and looked up to his new little friend, " she always told me you would do great things one day. "

Harry blinked remembering Pandora before her accident, she was quite carefree back then. Harry had been visiting them back then while his Brother got on with Ronald. He knew his mother didn't approve of the Weasleys, especially Ron, Ginny and Molly, but she kept her mouth shut about it for some reason. He had called out her name and she came running out, unfortunately she lost an arm from the explosion she would've been caught in otherwise. After that she took potions and general life much more seriously, apparently losing an arm had blocked her seer abilities, but she sent a letter every year on his birthday thanking him for allowing her to watch her daughter grow up and wishing him a happy birthday. "Tell auntie Pan I said hello wont you Luna?"

The girl nodded and went back to her pudding.

The feast finished and Dumbledore stood, Harry snickered at the old man who had nearly ruined his life. Ths standard speech for the year rang out but Harry narrowed his eyes at the death warning about the third floor. "Back up to you manipulating ways huh Dumbles?" He mumbled. That's when he noticed good old Quirell glaring at him, he never liked Quirell, the man taught muggle studies last year and spouted all kids of bullshit about how wizards were better than them, even though the next second he taught about how a single Bomb from them would wipe out the entirety of the British magical world. The flashing red in his eyes was alarming though, he would have to keep an eye on the old bat.

Harry laid down in bed smiling, he was glad to be back home, Potter manor never felt like a home. He just worried that the glances Lily sent him were ok...