The Ascension of Harry James Potter: A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.

Plot: In many cultures, turning 13 is considered a rite of passage as one steps onto the path to manhood. But throw in magic and Harry James Potter's inability to do things normally: what do you get? A recipe for disaster or a golden pathway to destiny?

Author's Note: So, as strange as this is going to sound, inspiration for this one came from a good friend of mine making a rather interesting point in a review to one of my other works. After that, fires were lit and inspiration started to burn and now…well, here is that idea, so, all that's left to say is the same-old, same-old thing:

If you don't like it, don't read it.

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my good friend, Winged Seer Wolf, for helping inspire me to write this new idea: my recommended reads are Harry Potter and The Ashes of Chaos and Harry Potter and The Power He Knows Not Book 1 The Reluctant Champion by ACI100, Life of the Independent by sukzee, Trickshot, Damaged Raven and I'm not a hero – Version 2 by JustBored21, Harry Potter and the Prince of Slytherin by The Sinister Man, Right Side of Hell by NeoMare, Harry Potter and the Founders Spirits by Angel N Darkness, Argent Knight of Pendragon by Ronin2106, The Court of Shadows by AlphaPheonix, The Return of the Ancient House of Black by Vahirum, Harry Potter and the Unexpected Friend and Harry Potter and the Unexpected Dogfather by CaskettFan5, His Loyal Pet and To Date A Metamorph by Just a Lonely Lorekeeper, Back in Black by IHateCheddar and Harry Black Book 1: The Hero's Return and Harry Black Book 2: The Rising Darkness by AuthorK

Key Pairing: Harry/Tonks/Luna/Astoria

Other Pairings: To be determined

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'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

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Chapter 1: The Thirteenth Hour

Harry James Potter was thirteen years old.

And, to paraphrase a certain old man: he couldn't BELIEVE it!

He had survived, endured everything that life, fate and chance had thrown at him, survived the impossible and the disbelieving, and overcome almost each and every trial that had come his way and now, at long last, he was about to take the first step down the long and winding road that led away from childhood dreams and ideas and guided him towards manhood and being a real adult wizard and person.

And what was his reward?

Sleepless nights.

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Sleepless nights that, ever since he'd left Hogwarts at the end of his second year, seemed to be mostly-thanks to how alert he seemed to have become as of late, courtesy of how the Dursleys kept sending Harry constant glares and mutterings regarding making the freak pay after what had happened the previous summer, but also-partially thanks to the nightmares that seemed to greet Harry whenever he did get some sleep.

Nightmares about the Basilisk.

About Voldemort…sorry…Tom Marvolo Riddle.

About his near-death experience and how, in the nightmare, Fawkes didn't make it, or Harry didn't kill the Basilisk, or he didn't vanquish Tom and save Ginny, or how he was left unprotected against Lucius Malfoy's assault on him as a result of him saving Dobby.

The nightmares didn't seem to stop and so, as a result of them, Harry had been left awake most nights, resulting in him gaining more than a fair few bags under his eyes from the sleeplessness, but the mental and emotional strains also left him slightly-paranoid of his surroundings and more than a little irritable.

Fortunately, he had the misfortune of living with people – and he used the term very loosely – who neither knew nor cared what might be going on behind his emerald-green eyes or what state of mind he was in. As long as he was awake enough to let them bark orders at him and tell him to do their bidding like good little freak-pet, they were perfectly-content watching him suffer in silence.

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However, if there was one upside to his sleepless nights of late, it was that he found himself able to use them to go back over everything he'd read, written and studied at Hogwarts.

He was also able to re-read many of his Hogwarts textbooks – except the Lockhart ones, which he used as lining for Hedwig's cage and to mop up spills in the bathroom – which seemed to give him a renewed sense of understanding with his lessons, especially since he could go through them at his own pace and not have someone distracting him with questions about Quidditch, Chess, Life-or-Death Situations or badgering him about rules, homework and other useless articles.

The only downside was that, after his warning from the Ministry the year before, he couldn't use his wand and didn't dare tempt fate, even when he was on his own in his bedroom.

But reading through the texts and practicing the spells, without actually casting them – mostly by using a pencil in place of his wand to practice the wand movements – through his spells and the other things he should have been able to study without having to worry about where his next deadly task was coming from gave Harry a sense of uneasy, but thankful calm that just managed to keep his irritable mood from going over the edge into complete madness or aggression.

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And now, he was thirteen years old and, again, he couldn't believe he'd made it.

As he sighed at the realisation of having reached his thirteenth birthday, Harry looked to his bedside clock, which now read three minutes after midnight on July thirty-first, before he smiled to himself as he whispered, "Happy birthday, Harry James…"

CRACK!

Suddenly, Harry sat bolt upright as the loudest-possible cracking sound filled his room; before he could make any guesses about what had caused the sound, as well as having to deal with a loud thud that told him his Aunt and Uncle had also heard the sounds, Harry gasped when he saw his wardrobe door fly open.

As he watched, his trunk, schoolbooks, as well as the notepads he'd used as revision materials and even his wand, Nimbus, photo journal, his Dad's Invisibility Cloak and Hedwig's cage all flew up into the air before, as one, they came together in a swirling vortex of magical objects that seemed to vanish into Harry's Hogwarts trunk.

At the same time, the door to Harry's room shook and trembled as Uncle Vernon's voice roared, "OI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE, YOU LITTLE FREAK? YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO USE THAT DISGUSTING THING OUTSIDE THAT MADHOUSE! DO YOU HEAR ME? LET ME IN! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW, FREAK!"

"Master Harry?"

Suddenly, Harry gasped when he heard a soft female voice address him.

Looking around, Harry took only a moment to figure out that the voice wasn't an ordinary one, though it also helped he'd had a mysterious visitor once before, which meant that, if he couldn't see the owner of the voice, they had to be either invisible or, as Harry confirmed when he looked down, a House Elf.

The House Elf in question was a little taller and leaner-looking than Dobby, with short, tapered ears and bright, warm-looking purple-coloured eyes that made Harry think of violet crystals; she was dressed in a short, white robe that could have been described as a cross between a school robe and a maid's outfit, especially with the small red apron the elf wore over the top of the robe.

As Harry looked down at her, he saw the elf smile before she bowed as she told him, "My apologies, Master, but we must be going. If you have any questions, I can answer them when we're away from these monsters."

All Harry had to hear was away from these monsters and, before he had a chance to change his mind, or anyone else could stop him, he took the elf's hand before he asked, "What's your name?"

"Mira."

"Then, Mira, let's go," said Harry, just as the door to his room opened, revealing Uncle Vernon in a state that made Harry wish he knew how to do the same thing Lockhart had tried to do to him, thanks to the completely-naked and even aroused state of the ugly fat freak.

When he saw the fat man glower at him, Harry scowled as he drawled, "I'm going…I'd say I'll miss you, but instead, I'll say this: fuck you!"

His cry seemed to echo through the room, even as Mira vanished, taking everything in Harry's room with her and her apparent-master, leaving Vernon in a state of disbelief, rage and even hatred, all of which he showed in the only way he could.

"COME BACK HERE NOW, FREAK! DO YOU HEAR ME? COME BACK!"

But Harry didn't come back…

He would never come back…

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When Harry felt solid ground beneath his feet again, he looked down to the elf named Mira as he told her, "Thank you…but I don't understand: why did you come and get me anyway?"

"Orders from my former master, Master Harry," replied Mira, earning a faint smile from Harry as he shrugged.

"Just Harry's fine, if you want, Mira."

Even as the elf blushed in response to his words, Harry's head snapped up when he heard a soft, male voice laugh at him;

"Don't bother trying to change that, kiddo; trust me, it won't do you any good, no matter how many times you tell them to call you by your name."

When Harry saw who was speaking to him, his eyes widened with alarm as he saw raven-black hair and warm, if not mischievous-looking brown eyes behind a pair of glasses that belonged to a roguish-looking gentleman whom was dressed in black robes with a single crest on his lapel that showed a gold triangle with a small circle and a thin, vertical stripe cutting through the other two objects, splitting them in half right down the middle.

He was also somewhat-transparent, but the fact that he was even standing there in front of Harry was a shock enough, as Harry showed when he gulped hard before he asked, "D-D-D-Dad?"

"Yeah, little buck, it's me," replied James Potter, or rather, the ghost of James Potter, smiling sadly as he looked at his clearly-shocked son.

"And, before we get into anything else, let me be the first to say it: Happy 13th Birthday, Lord Harrison James Peverell!"

Wow, talk about a big surprise: Harry's free of Privet Drive thanks to yet another House Elf, but now, he's reunited with his Dad: how's this possible and what does his birthday have to do with it?

Also, now he's free of the Dursleys and about to go down a road to who-knows-where, what will Harry do about the nightmares of his past and how might they affect his future?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: James' ghost fills in more than a few blanks for his speechless son and heir, all of which leads Harry towards a destiny he had no idea he was even going to discover: one that also has plenty of tools to help him be ready for the next deathly adventure;

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AN: Portrayals

Mira – voice: Caity Lotz

James Potter: Stephen Amell