Summary: Harry Potter gets his letter, and learns he's a wizard. When he gets to Gringotts, he finds out some things that NO ONE expected. Probably will have m/m/f and m/m. Powerful!Harry, Independent!Harry, Manipulative!Dumbledore, Evil!Dumbledore, Nice!Voldemort/Tom Riddle, Good!Voldemort/Tom Riddle, Bashing of Albus Dumbledore/Hermione Granger/Ronald Weasley/Ginevra Weasley/Molly Weasley

Author's Note: This is my first time posting on this site. I hope you like my story.

I am also looking for a beta reader, if anyone is interested please let me know.

I want to think J.K. Rowling for letting me borrow her characters. :) This is J.K.'s world. I'm just borrowing it…with a couple (or two) twists.

Key:

Letter

"Parseltongue"

This ~*/~*/~*/~*/~*/ means its separating letters and that kind of thing from the rest of the story.

If it came from the book, I will have a * before and after what was in the book.

Date Started: 11-21-12

Harry Potter: The Heir?

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Harry woke up to his aunt pounding on his cupboard door. "Get up, boy! It's time for you to fix us breakfast!"

"Happy 11th Birthday, Harry." He told himself as he got out of his cupboard. He wished he could runaway, but he hadn't had luck all of his life, so he knew that it just wouldn't be possible. Harry was a smart boy, and he knew that he was different from the Dursley's. Heck, he'd even set a snake on Dudley, which was funny as hell.

He was glad he didn't get caught, oh boy, would that not have been fun. He got into trouble, because he was there. He didn't want to think about what he'd do if he'd been caught. He shivered at that thought. He was punished enough as it was. He was short for his age, and he was in his cupboard a lot...when he wasn't doing his chores.

As he took the eggs off the stove, he thought about his parents. His parents had died in a car crash, but he just couldn't see that happening. At all. For one, he had a feeling that...

"Freak! I want my food now." His ridiculously fat cousin said, as he entered the kitchen.

"It's coming, Dudley," Harry said with a sigh, he hoped that as soon as they were done, that he could go back to his cupboard. At least there, they didn't bother him, and he could think about anything and everything.

He put everything on the table, and stood back, staring at the floor, not daring to watch the Dursley's eat. He knew that would just make him hate the Dursley's even more than he did know. Finally, after what seemed like forever for Harry, but was technically only about 15 minutes, they were done eating.

Harry's uncle leaned back in his chair, and looked at his nephew. He disliked the boy so much, and let Harry know it every time they talked…err…he talked to Harry. Harry wasn't allowed to talk to his so-called family, let alone ask questions.

After a few moments of looking at his nephew, he said, "I expect the dishes washed, the whole house cleaned, dusted, swept, mopped, the windows washed, Dudley's bedroom completely cleaned, the yard swept, the weeds pulled. I want everything to be cleaned by the time I get home from work tonight. I will be home from work at lunch, so I expect you to have lunch on the table. Petunia will have a list for you. You got that, Freak Boy?"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon, I got it." Harry said, as the family got up and left the room. He cleared the table, and started doing the dishes. His aunt came in to give him the list of chores that was so long, that it would take a normal person to do them all week to do. He sighed and started to work on the list of chores, going back to his thinking he was doing earlier.

His parents had died in a car crash, but he just couldn't see that happening. At all. For one, he had a feeling that his parents were just like him. Very special. He didn't know how, but he knew that they had to have been. He'd read many books in his life, considering that the library was one place his cousin and his gang didn't go. They all hated to read, so stayed away from it. He'd read many of them that had to do with magic. Something that drew him in, and made him want to know more. He finished his chores inside right before he needed to start lunch.

Harry's uncle came home just as Harry was finishing up. The Dursley's set down. Just as they were in the middle of it, the mail slot was heard.

*"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.

"Make Harry get it."

"Get the mail, Harry."*

Harry got up and went to get the mail. He looked through it, and came to one…that was for him. FOR HIM! OMG! He had a letter. His first ever letter.

*Harry Potter

The Cupboard

Beneath the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Surrey, London*

He didn't want his uncle to see it…yet. So on his way back, he stopped at his cupboard and put the letter there. He handed the other letters to his uncle, and waited until they left the table, wondering what his letter meant…and whom it was from. He didn't see that part, because he didn't want to get caught.