The Train Home

Title: Harry Potter and the Power of Inheritance.

Author: HarryMuto.

Chapter: 1 - The Train Home.

Words: 1137

Beta: Trekke1

Summary: Harry receives a strange and unexpected letter from Gringotts Wizarding Bank in the Summer after his fifth year. This letter allows Harry to become the Man he was meant to be.

Warnings: Master/Slave, Sub/Dom, Fem-slash, AU, AR, OOC, Lemons, Limes, Under-age Sex, Child Abuse, Harry/Multi, M/F/F, M/F/F/F, F/F/M/F/F, F/F, F/F/F, Anal, Bondage, Weasley!Bashing, Dumbledore!Bashing, Order!Bashing, Grey!Harry, VeryPowerful!Harry, Non-Canon, Bad Language.

Rating: M - Please only read this story if in the country from which you are accessing this, you are above the age at which you are legally allowed to read or otherwise view pornographic material, if you are not or if this type of content offends you please do not continue past this point, as the author denies all responsibility past this point.

Disclaimer: The author makes no claims of ownership to both the characters or world of Harry Potter those are owned by J.K. Rowling and her associates, however he does which to express ownership over any original material etc. Such material is free to use, however credit would be appreciated as would notice. likewise if you spot anything of yours please let me know so I can give you the credit you deserve.

A/N: This is obviously a rewrite of Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Power, and as previously mentioned will be set in an Alternative non-canon world (although it will follow canon to a point). If this isn't your thing I suggest you re-read the books as a completely canon fan-fiction isn't a fanfic at all. Also any flamers shall be ridiculed.

Harry Potter sat quietly on the train known as the Hogwarts Express, trying to pretend he didn't see the worried glances his best friend, Hermione Granger, was sending his way every couple of seconds. In all honesty, though, he was just to depressed to care. He was in a heavy depression because only a few weeks previous he had seen his Godfather, the wrongly-convicted mass-murderer Sirius Black, die in front of his very eyes, only to find out less than an hour later that, by some twist of fate, he was the only person capable of defeating the most powerful Dark Lord in modern history: Lord Voldemort. So all in all he could probably be forgiven for his depressed and apathetic state.

Hermione understood that Harry was grieving, she would have to be a monster not to. However, she was worried about her friend's tendency to bottle up his emotions – to the point that he exploded in waves of emotion and wild magic. She just wished he would talk to her about it. Hell, at this point, she didn't care if he confided in Draco Malfoy, as long as he talked to someone. Then, to top it all off, she thought worriedly, he had to return to those awful Dursleys again this year. Her thoughts were interrupted, though, as they had just pulled into platform nine and three-quarters.

Harry dispassionately dismounted the Hogwarts' Express, towing his trunk and his owl behind him. He looked around the station for his relatives and at first thought they just hadn't been bothered to pick him up; considering their general attitude and opinion of him, this, sadly, wouldn't surprise him much.

However, Harry eventually found them, curiously surrounded by Order of the Phoenix members. The group consisted of Mad-Eye Moody, Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt and someone who Harry could only assume was Nymphadora Tonks (who else would have electric blue hair?). Harry moved closer to the group, yet when he was close enough to hear the conversation he stopped cold: The tone and topic of conversation immediately allowed him to feel emotion through the unrelenting numbness, just one. Rage; cold unrelenting rage consumed Harry's scrawny frame as he heard the Order of the Phoenix threatening his relatives. He knew that the Order would expect him to be grateful for their concern, but Harry was furious at their actions. 'Why can't people just let me live my fucking life?' Harry thought savagely; not only had the Order, and therefore by extension, Dumbledore, once again meddled in his life, but in addition, Harry could safely say that he knew his Uncle Vernon well enough to know that they had probably just made things a whole lot worse with their unsolicited actions. When Remus reminded him to send word via Owl Post every three days, Harry just gave him a sharp nod of the head, not trusting himself to verbally answer at the moment. That being done, Harry demurely followed his relatives to their waiting car, which, if Harry was paying attention he would notice was once again brand-new. The atmosphere inside the vehicle during the drive 'home' was decidedly tense and ominous, especially considering the rapid colour changes in his Uncle's face. The moment of truth arrived rapidly as they arrived at Number Four, Privet Drive in Surrey.

As soon as the car doors were closed behind them, Vernon Dursley turned to Harry and said, "Boy, get inside, put you're things away, and then get your freak arse downstairs! Am I clear?" This was said in such a low hiss that, if Harry didn't know better, he would've sworn it was Parseltongue. Harry quickly obeyed, knowing from past experience that delaying would only anger him further.

As soon as Harry got downstairs, it started with a hard punch to the stomach, swiftly followed a kick to his side. His Uncle then started bellowing, "I WILL NOT HAVE YOU'RE FREAK FRIENDS THREATENING MY FUCKING FAMILY AFTER EVERYTHING (kick) WE'VE DONE FOR YOU! WE FED YOU (kick), CLOTHED YOU (kick), PUT A ROOF OVER YOUR UNGRATEFUL FUCKING HEAD (Vernon punched Harry in the face at this point) AND WHAT DO WE GET IN RETURN?! WE GET YOU, A LAZY UNGRATEFUL FREAK WHO DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO DIE WITH HIS FILTHY FREAK PARENTS!" Vernon finished his rant by kicking his helpless nephew full in the face, breaking his nose – and knocking Harry unconscious in the process – before dragging his limp, bleeding form to his tiny bedroom and carelessly depositing him just inside the door, locking him in. He went down stairs wearing a smug and satisfied smirk after hearing the door slam into Harry's head as he closed it. Gleefully hoping he died, he settled down with his wife and son to watch the TV.

A/N: Oh no a cliffhanger and in the first chapter too, yes I know it's short but that's pretty much my style so don't expect them to get that much longer probably 3000 words at most. Please Read and Review.