Here we go, reedited and redone better than before! I plan to add a little more 'emotion' because I made him waaaaay to grey at the start. Let me know how it is, reviews and feedback always help. As a first note, Harry will not stay as grey as his at the start. He will grow, and learn as time passes cause remember, he's a secluded kid with shitty foster parents here.

Chapter 1

Bored

That was the typical emotion Harry felt throughout the majority of his life, or at least the parts he could remember. Nothing he ever experienced or saw could shake that ever present feeling of boredom. Now at the age of 11 he was already looking at acceptance letters for college, his graduation ceremony from high school held only a month prior. It was just as everything else was, boring. He walked across the stage, receiving applause as everyone else had however the difference being none of his current family were present.

No surprise to him, his aunt, uncle and cousin's hatred of him was legendary in it's own right. His ability to comprehend any subject he came across allowed him to skip multiple grades, he was even reading sophomore level college books before his graduation ceremony. One would think the guardians of a boy with such ability would flaunt him, use him to gain fame or limitless fortunes. No, these idiotic, simple minded children would never do that. He was allowed three cold meals a day, water and a place to board or more specifically a small closet under the stair case. Let's not forget the two sets of clothes, a pair of socks and a pair of shoes he was allowed once a year.

Now, one would think he would resent them, scorn them, hate them with every fiber of his being but Harry found no use in that. The small room gave him his alone time to read, study more of these boring books he got as 'gifts' from multiple universities along with a full scholarship to each. That was also something his 'family' was currently furious about, the constant letters to universities from around the globe. However, as of late there was an odd letter from some university called Hogwarts stating he was formally invited to come. Harry simply burned it, assuming it was a prank but the further along it got in the week the frequency of the letters changed drastically. On Thursday there was a pile of them at the front door, ten letters wrapped neatly together that were dropped off by owl, if Harry heard correctly. His uncle Vernon would have none of it, he tore each letter to shreds in front of Harry with a smug smile.

"Enjoy reading scrap paper boy" said Vernon as his wife Petunia stood across the room, laughing a bit as she watched.

Harry only shook his head and walked off to his closet "You're a bloody buffoon, I've showed no interest in them before so why would I care what you did with them now?" Harry enjoyed the growl of frustration Vernon let out as he shut the door to his closet, simple minded fool. He seemed to think only when necessary and Harry believed his uncle never found it necessary to think in his life. Funny really, he did have quite the silver tongue when explaining that snake incident at the zoo but he supposed that was just to save his own hide. Now, Thursday wasn't too bad, Friday had a few more than the previous day but Saturday was much worse. Harry counted over three dozen letters were sent through the mail slot on the door between 8am-5pm, the only reason it stopped was when Vernon drilled the slot shut. Once more Harry was forced to listen to that man laugh as he thought himself the victor of the battle, the plump man was severely mistaken.

It was around 7:30 Sunday night when a knock came to the door causing Vernon and Petunia to walk to the door, the shorter woman peeking her head out from behind Vernon's shoulder as he opened the door. Harry continued to read but cracked his door open to hear whatever was going on.

"I would like to see Mr. Potter please" said an aged voice if Harry was hearing correctly.

"I don't care who you'd like to see, he isn't any of your business" said Vernon but he took a few paces back suddenly and Petunia gasped.

"Alright alright, come in just don't burn my house down with that thing" said Vernon as he shuffled to the side, Petunia staying behind him then entire time as Harry stepped out of his 'room' then stood to face whoever was at the door.

Minerva McGonagall was somewhat surprised when she saw the boy she was sent to retrieve. Compared to his parents they were farther apart than the sun was from earth, both were very energetic but the way the boy looked and held himself was as if he was not even their child. His eyes were half lidded as he leaned to one side, his right hand in his pocket as he stared uncaringly at her. He had on only a pair of black slacks, worn out flat sole shoes, no socks and ragged plaid shirt.

"What'd you need? I was reading" said Harry, already agitated he was disturbed while he was reading.

"Currently I am here to offer you a place at Hogwarts school for wizards and witches, Mr. Potter" said McGonagall as Harry studied her more closely now. Her poster was near perfect, she showed no outwards signs of lying and her strange green robe and pointed hat seemed to fit the usual criteria for a 'witch' as many called female humans delving into magical things.

"I guess those letters weren't just a prank taken much too far. I suppose I'll humor the idea, if it provides me with more of a challenge than regular school why should I turn it down?" said Harry as he grabbed only a small book with strange markings on it before following the older woman out the door.

"Don't expect me to return anytime soon" said Harry in a flat voice just before the door was slammed shut and he heard cheering from the other side. The boy shook his head, he was glad he was getting some time away from those idiots.

"How are we supposed to get to this Hogwarts you spoke of?" asked Harry, his eyes glancing up at her as she stopped at the edge of the drive way.

"Like this, Accio Port Key" said McGonagall with a wave of her wand before a small object appeared in her hand and the two disappeared.

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Harry watched in a brief moment of fascination as his view shifted from seeing his neighborhood to seeing a small bar. His stomach gurgled but with not yet allowed food for the day there wasn't much for it to get upset over. The sight of the bar quickly changed his mood back to bored, there was nothing interesting about the inside of a bar. However, as they walked by a man wearing wrapping around his head McGonagall spoke.

"Hello professor, out for a drink?" asked the woman and the man smiled a bit, fidgeting as he did.

"Y-y-y-es ma'am" said the younger man. Harry kept his face of indifference but watched the man move his hands together, a comfort gesture to calm one's nerves. Odd, he was only talking to another professor, but Harry supposed he could just be a nervous wreck.

"Well, I wish you the best. It's time I take Mr. Potter to get his supply list and grab his things" said McGonagall before the room fell deathly silent. Harry glanced around quickly, seeing that everyone's eyes were now on him.

His professor pushed his back, getting him to reach the door ahead "Let's go Mr. Potter, we have things to do." Harry gave no protest and followed the witch outside to a….small enclosed area that looked like a place for smokers. The boy stayed silent, preferring to watch and see what panned out and he was glad he did. His teacher tapped on some bricks in a certain order before the entire wall began to move. Each brick realigning itself until it was condensed on both sides and the view Harry saw was something he expected. People dressed in outrageous outfits, all manners of animals, supplies and clothes shops lined the alleyway that lead to a large grey building.

"Where to?" asked Harry. He was sticking to keep his face as neutral as he could while his mind raced with ideas. Just at a glance there was so much to take in. So much to learn! Even if it was easy, here was an untapped world for him to delve into. Lore, magic, the inner workings of its politics. It certainly was going to be a very interesting trip indeed!

"To Gringotts bank, where you will get the needed amount of money to buy your supplies" responded the woman as she led him down the alley and inside the bank. Harry stayed silent but looked around cautiously; these strange goblin-like creatures put him on edge.

"Do not fret, they will not harm you physically but they are short tempered and can play with words well. Stay close" and Harry did just that, he was smart but he wouldn't push his luck with the unknown just quiet yet.

"Excuse me sir, I would like to access Mr. Potters vault" said McGonagall but the goblin only seemed to care about counting the money and jewels on his table.

"There's exactly eighty nine gold galleons, seventeen silver sickles, fourteen bronze Knuts along with two fake emeralds, two real ones, three real amethysts and one fake" said Harry before the bank fell silent.

"I do not think I asked for your assistance boy" said Ragnok II.

"We need assistance and counting the change for you was stopping you from helping us" responded Harry in a monotone voice.

"And, pray tell, how do you know some of those jewels are fake?"

"The color, I took a class on gems my senior year since I had nothing left to do. The fake ones are very dull to the trained eye, pure gems are much brighter and weigh slightly more if you really wanted to check" said Harry and Ragnok II smiled a bit.

"Well said my boy, you are quite well off for a first year. Follow this hallway on the left and tell the driver to take you to vault 687. I hope to see you in the future Mr. Potter" said the goblin before McGonagall pushed him along and directed him to the car.

As they rode to his vault she chuckled a bit "I must say, that was quite entertaining as I've never seen a goblin look so shocked in my life."

Harry shrugged "It was bothering me, he was done but he wanted to test our patience. I wasn't going to let him, and it seemed my gamble paid off."

Minerva nodded her head as they arrived at his vault "That it did. Ah, we're here!" Harry, Minerva and the goblin driving the cart got out before he took Harry's key and opened the large vault door. The inside was filled with gold galleons, there was enough to live off of them for nearly his whole life. That was certainly enough to strike his curiosity and shake him from his bored facade for a moment but it quickly fell back, letting himself delve into that treasure trove at a later date.

"Sir Ragnok has asked I give you this, a parting gift as he calls it" said the goblin, handing Harry a small grey pouch about four inches wide and five long with a drawstring.

"It's am undetectable extension charmed bag, the inside is much larger than what the outside looks like" said Minerva causing Harry to stick a hand into the sac, feeling only empty space as he got his entire arm inside.

"Interesting" said Harry before stuffing much more gold galleons than McGonagall thought necessary but as she saw things, he might need them towards the future.

"Anything else Mr. Potter?" asked the goblin as he shut the door and locked it.

"I wish to leave, thank you" said Harry. He usually kept his neutral tone but the generosity shown by the head of the bank made him think twice about his choice of words. The goblin nodded and transported them to the exit where he stood outside with Minerva.

"You need to be at station 9 ¾ tomorrow at 10:30, do not be late Mr. Potter" said his professor before she walked off down the alley, opposite of all the busy shops.

Harry hummed a bit before he walked around "I need something to carry my stuff first, ah a trunk shop will do." He walked inside and was surprised to see it was extremely quiet, only a few kids were being shown regular trunks for items.

"Can I help you with anything sir?" asked an older man as he walked up to Harry.

"What kind of trunks do you have?"

"Depends, some regular, a few with featherweight, some with water resistant and fire resistant spells but it's what you're in the market for."

"I want one with an undetectable extension inside, so I can fit all my things in one trunk" said Harry and the man's smile faded.

"Well, we don't normally to sell it to first years but since business isn't doing well I'll make an exception. Besides, I did the same with your mother anyway. Haha, she wouldn't leave the shop until I did!" said the man as he walked to the farthest corner in the building and motioned to a crimson colored trunk with a solid gold lock on it.

"This one has that special charm along with a feather weight spell and a lock specialized to open with a password or magical signature, both if you prefer" said the man as he pulled it out and opened it, motioning to a stair case.

"That will take you down to the one room it has, a very large room with shelves and a few drawers in one of the corners. Before you ask, no, it doesn't shake and move once it's closed. It's a stationary pocket inside the trunk that would only cause issues if its open while you try to shake it around. I'd let you go down but since this isn't common I don't want to be here too long."

"It suits my needs, price?"

"212 gold galleons and 15 silver sickles" said the man and Harry pulled out 213 galleons.

"Keep the change, thank you" said Harry, keeping his time in the back at a minimum before walking across the alley to the clothes shop. Thankfully they had regular clothing attire, or muggle attire as referred to by the sign. Harry chose a few different sets of clothes, two regular pairs of pants, some jeans, a pair of dress pants, t-shirts, dress shirts, vests, boots, slip on shoes and a nice pocket watch as well. That wasn't as much as the trunk but it still was 57 galleons and 12 sickles. After that he went to get books, his best hope of getting a better grasp on this new world as quickly as possible. Maybe this magic stuff could help him out, maybe. Harry noticed an entire second dedicated to just magical books, while the rest was a mixed assortment of muggle and magical novels.

"How much for one copy of every book in the magical book section?" Harry asked the young girl around seventeen. She seemed to nearly have a heart attack before quickly skimming a price sheet, writing down prices and getting a total.

"Um…a-around 2-uh2561 galleons sir" said the woman.

"Ok, I need every copy put in my trunk before I leave to my room tonight. Is that alright?" The woman seemed skeptical at first before Harry put down half of the money right there.

"Half after I collect them, is that ok?" asked a now irritated Harry.

"Y-yes sir! I will get right to it!" said the girl before she took his trunk and rolled it to the back. Harry continued his to do list given to him, gathering his uniform and other such things before he was left with two things. A pet and a wand, a wand seemed like a good idea first so he didn't scare his pet when choosing one. The young wizard walked in and suddenly an old man appeared from the back, walking out and smiling at him.

"Hello Mr. Potter, here for a want I presume?"

"No, a rabbit" said Harry sarcastically before s rabbit scurried by.

"Be careful, she bites" said the man as he laughed a bit and Harry smiled, this man was quick witted.

"Yes, I'm here for a wand. I am curious, how does one choose one?"

"The wand chooses you, my boy! Well, in actuality each wand has a special signature. You're just trying to match yours with another. Not hard but with all these wands a lot could go wrong. For kicks why don't you pick one out, one you feel a pull towards" said the man and Harry nodded his head. He closed his eyes and tried to feel a pull, something to guide him. The wand maker leaned on the desk with a smile on his face as he watched Harry move behind the counter and into another section, the section he hadn't touched in years. His smile grew larger when he moved to the bottom self and grabbed a box at the very back on the bottom of the stack.

"Well Mr. Potter, open it" said Ollivander and Harry opened his eyes before removing the top part of the box and holding the wand. Suddenly all the other wands seemed to vibrate, as if humming in rhythm with his own. It held for a few second before it all stopped and Ollivander walked up to him.

"You have by far the most unique wand I've ever come across, my mentor made it when he was a younger. It was made as a replica to a powerful wand, this was said to be just as powerful but it never chose a user in all these years. The wood is made of an elder tree branch while the core is that of a Kistune's whisker, very cunning and very powerful in their own right. Now, get to it. You've got some other business to attend to, I bid you a adieu" said Ollivander before bowing his head and walking off. Harry watched the man walk away before sliding his wand into his jacket pocket. He sighed, regaining his composure and walking into the animal shop nearby. There were all kinds of animals, owls, bats, rats, cats, all such things but none felt like his animal. Nothing called to him, none of them stuck out, showed any promise, any-

*Yip* Harry looked down and saw something that made him chuckle, at his feet was a baby fox. A Kistune, something he remembered from Japanese folk lore to be very cunning, tricky creatures and he was interested in such a rare animal.

"I guess I'll take you, maybe you'll be the thing that makes my day less boring" said Harry before paying for the animal, a cage and some food. Once he had gotten the supplies to take care of it, he got his trunk from the library and took up board at small Inn near the train station. Now, since Harry had already slept some before being picked up, his drive to sleep was near nonexistent.

"Some light reading will do me good" said Harry before taking his fox and going into the trunk for the night.

Next day

The boy who lived minded his own business while walking to his station, already hearing about the wall he had to run through to make it to Hogwarts. He was glad he was no longer as bored as before but still he was upset. The first year took him only the night to glance over before he had a solid grasp on it, just like the second year books which only slightly expanded things.

He planned to delve more into animal companions and what could be done with one while getting into some more odd magic. His spell casting wasn't going well. The practical portion was much harder to grasp and he enjoyed the challenge greatly. Reading and retaining was like breathing and walking for him but finding something as difficult as spell casting was bringing some interesting challenges he'd yet to come across in the 'muggle' world. Mind might be his next choice next to spell casting maybe, or possible some transfiguration at a later date. He could figure it out on his train, for now he arrived at the wall between stations 9 and 10.

"Simple yet well hidden" said Harry before he moved at a brisk walk before disappearing into the wall, his field of vision changing quickly to a red train with the Hogwarts logo on it.

"Here's to hoping we get a cart alone" said Harry to his pet fox as it rested on the top of his trunk he carried. Thankfully it seemed his wish was granted, for the moment anyway, as he sat in room alone. However, that only lasted an hour before a girl stood in the doorway to his room.

"May I sit here?" asked the girl. She was nothing out of the ordinary, typical Hogwarts attire, light brown hair and average height. Harry motioned to the seat with his book and the girl sat down, placing her trunk under the seat. He was glad he opted to wear his class robes initially, they didn't tell him to but he had a hunch it was necessary for first impressions nonetheless.

"My name's Hermione Granger, and you are?"

"Harry" he responded, already not liking that high and mighty tone of hers. She started right out with her nose high in the air, speaking as if he was a child…or….more child than she.

"Is that level one? I've already finished most of it, I just have a few things to touch up on. I can show you some stuff if it's too hard for you."

"This is level two and my second time reading it, I'm rereading it to get the basics down better. Now please, stop acting as if you're better than me and let me read in peace." Harry's short and blunt comment seemed to shut her up but suddenly something else piqued his curiosity. He felt something odd outside, like he was somehow sensing something out of the ordinary in a foreign place. The boy turned his head slightly and what he saw actually shocked him more than anything he'd seen so far.

Floating above the tree line was a man he had never seen or heard of in his life. He wore plain black pants, black boots, a white t-shirt and a long sleeved white cloak with strange writing on the back of it. Now, the few spells he had heard of in his books spoke of those who could levitate but it stated clearly not to such a drastic extend to be dozens of feet off the ground. What surprised him was watching him shape a strange black orb floating in the palm of his hand. Moving from shape to shape, then to small objects. What Harry also found curious was that Hermione couldn't see it, she glanced outside once where the man stood and showed no sign of noticing the figure.

Then, the man stopped creating things and slowly turned in the air to face Harry. His blue eyes and whiskered face fit well with the blond spiky hair as he narrowed his eyes. As quickly as Harry noticed him the man disappeared into thin air.

"You are something else, boy" said someone from behind him. Harry quickly turned his head, seeing the man from before now standing in the room. He waved his hand at Harry before Harry spoke.

"Who are you?"

"I am Naruto Uzumaki, I'm sure you haven't noticed but I placed an illusion spell around you so it will look as if you are reading. Speak freely."

"What are you? I haven't heard of any witch or wizard capable of doing that" said Harry.

"Something to be explained for another time" responded Naruto.

"How can only I perceive you?"

"I placed a spell over me that allows only someone with a high level of…..let's say aptitude for certain things. What is your name boy?"

"Harry Potter."

Naruto hummed and rubbed his chin "Interesting, I must congratulate you on your abilities of the mind and of your spirit Mr. Potter. I will warn you though, with such an intellect there will be multiple attempts to access through magical means. I believe you purchased all the magical books in Diagon Alley, correct?" Harry nodded his head, not questioning the fact this man knew what he purchased. He most likely wouldn't have given him a straight answer anyway.

"Find the book on Occlumency, it will teach you how to protect your thoughts. With your level of intellect that should be a piece of cake for the basics but mastering it should prove a fun challenge." With that he disappeared from view, his illusion dispersing as well causing Hermione to look at him oddly before continuing on with her book.

Harry walked off for a moment and went to where he stored his trunk, grabbed the book the man spoke of and returned to his room. His good mood was ruined when he noticed a red haired boy and a plump black haired boy sitting in the room, Hermione not looking the least bit pleased.

Harry sat down and stared at her "How did this happen?"

"Neville, the boy next to me, lost his frog then it turns out his friends moved it so they could fill his seat in. This being the only empty one he had to go here, Ron was nearly in the same boat. However, he left to go to the bathroom and when he got back it was filled up" said Hermione before finishing off with an exasperated sigh.

Harry shook his head "Very well, I need some time to study. Please be as quiet as you can." The rest of the ride was nowhere near quiet, both boys talked rather loudly about stories they heard or came across. Thankfully, ignoring his 'status' as a few spoke of during his trip around the shopping area. His concentration was horrible thanks to the boys and he barely had a few hours to read and practice his Occulumency book when the train stopped.

Harry was extremely thankful when they were allowed to get off but it only lasted a moment as everyone from his room decided to join him on the boat. At least it was only a few minutes ride to the school, he could somewhat bare Hermione since her tone has calmed down but the boys. Wouldn't. Stop. Talking. As soon as the boat hit shore Harry and Hermione were off, getting as far from the boys as possible. Their progress was halted when they rounded the last flight of stairs to see McGonagall standing on top of them. Both sighed as the boys, and the rest of the first years quickly caught up before the professor spoke.

"I understand you're all eager to eat but first all of you must be sorted into one of the four houses. When your name is called please approach the stool and take a seat. Now, follow me" said Minerva before opening the doors to the great hall and leading the children to the front where a stool with an old looking hat stood. The professor pulled a large piece of paper from her cloak, picked up the hat and read a name aloud. She cycled through a small portion of the group before coming to his own.

"Harry Potter!" Harry sighed and made his way to the stool through the whispers drifting around before sitting down as the hat was placed on his head and it came to life.

"Interesting indeed" said the hat aloud before he heard its voice inside his head.

"I must say, you're the first child I have seen with any Legilimency training. It was just a simple lock on your memories but much more than any I've come across in one so young. How long did it take you to do this Mr. Potter?"

"An hour in all but my focus was not completely on this as my roommates were too loud for me to focus correctly. It could have been better, I plan for a stronger password on the original lock then when certain memories are accessed they lead to an irrelevant memory or kick the intruder out."

"You have an astounding brain, the knowledge you have is baffling to even me. Once you complete that come see me once more so I may test it, no one knows better than I in that department. Now, for your house you…..well, it seems you have an equal trait for each house. Just what I was hoping for" spoke the hat inside Harry's head.

"Why is that?"

"I have decided on Potter's house, he is a perfect match for the….UN house!" shouted the hat and the room seemed stunned. The younger members were confused as there was not a house with that name but any second year and above knew that house name. They knew it had no student had ever qualified for it.

"Are you sure?" asked McGonagall and the hat frowned.

"Of course I am! It's my only job after all. Now turn boy, face your house leader" said the hat and Harry did just that before his eyes widened.

Sitting at the far side of the professors table was the man from before, a smile on his face as he looked back at Harry. Things certainly were not going to be so boring anymore.

Editing as of 9/3/18. I hope everyone enjoys the revamped chapter!