I'm not sure how this is going to look, format wise, on the website. I also do not know how well this will be written, I am not a writer at all. This is my first story and right now I am not sure how long the story is going to end up being. I personally like stories 100k plus words, but I am going to let the story flow organically. The story is going to start around the beginning of OoTP. As of right now I have no plans for a pairing, but that does not mean anything. We will just have to see what happens as my fingers fly across my keyboard. Harry in the beginning will be trying to gain his independence nothing more. However, his path, light or dark, has not yet been decided. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy. I think this goes without saying, but I make no claim to any of J.K. Rowling's work. The only thing here that is mine will be some original characters and some plot elements. Slight Weasley and Dumbledore bashing, maybe.

Harry Potter and the Unwritten History

Harry knew he had messed up as soon as he got the letter. How could he have let this happen? Now they were going to snap his wand and he would never make it out of Dursleys' house alive. The worst part was Dumbledore had not reached out to him about the incident and time was running out. Tomorrow was the big day and he had to be at the Ministry for his hearing. After getting the letter yesterday he had retreated to his room and not come out. He knew he needed to sleep, but he couldn't. At some point during the night he did fall asleep, but by sleeping he only traded the nightmare that is his life for the nightmares in his head.

When Harry woke up he felt sick. The stress caused by all the events in his life thus far was almost to much to bare, but he knew it would have to get a lot worse before it gets better. He peeled himself out of bed to take care of his morning routine. After he finished and he went down stairs and discovered that the Dursleys never showed back up from the hospital and Harry found himself wishing for the worst. Harry looked at the clock, it was 11:00 am, and his hearing wasn't until 4:00 pm. He had already decided he was not going to come back here after the hearing, so he went back up stairs and packed all his stuff. The problem after the hearing would be deciding where to go, he thought about owling Sirius to see if he had somewhere to stay, but something in the back of his mind told him Sirius would not answer. After he finished packing, he heard an unexpected knock. As he opened the door he discovered a Goblin holding a messenger back and a thick stack of papers in his hand

"Good Morning Lord Potter, my name is Gregnok", said the Goblin as he pushed through Harry into the house.

"Gregnok, why did you call me Lord Potter, and why are you here? I have to leave for my hearing soon", responded Harry.

"The hearing is exactly why I am here Lord Potter, as for the title we will get to that in a bit", Gregnok said as he appeared slightly happy. Gregnok proceeded to pull a couple potions and a strange bit of thick parchment out of his bag. Gregnok continued to explain, "It has come to our attention your magical guardian has abandoned you at a stressful point in your life, there by nullifying his guardianship. On behalf of Gringots, I am here to give you an inheritance test. This will tell you what families you are the heir to". Harry just nodded and decided to go along with the Goblin, knowing this might be his only chance to get away from the Dursleys after losing his wand. The goblin picked up the potions and asked Harry to drink the dark purple one, then he pulled out a very intricate silver knife and asked Harry to hold out his hand. "The potion prepares your blood for the test, and the knife is used to draw some of your blood to drop onto the parchment", said the Goblin. Harry chugged the potion and held out his hand like the Goblin said. The goblin then took the knife and drew it across Harry's hand. He took the blood on knife and dripped it on the top right corner of the parchment. Almost immediately the paper lit up in many different colors. Gregnok eyes opened wide and he looked happy at the discovery. "Harry, let me hold onto your chest while you are at the hearing. We have a lot to talk about and you need to leave before it is to late". Harry looked at the clock and saw it was already 2.

"What if I can't get to Gringots after the hearing? What if my wand is broken?" asked Harry. Gregnok thought for a moment before telling him a Goblin will be waiting to escort him to Gringots no matter what happens. Harry found this agreeable and handed his chest to Gregnok who promptly disappeared from the house. Harry walked out the door saying goodbye to the house where he was subjected to so much neglect.

Harry hated traveling on the Knight Bus and was glad the trip was short. He was already at the Ministry of Magic after only a few minutes. He was waiting in the guest check in line with his wand out and ready to be checked. The security desk did not take long either to Harry's relief and he was already headed to the hearing room. Wishing Fudge would trip on a chair and fall on his own wand. Harry had to cram into an overfilled elevator, it seemed the entire Wizengamot decided to use this elevator. By the time he got to the court room it was 3:55, and Harry was just happy he made it on time. An Auror escorted him into the court room and roughly shoved him into the chair in the middle of the room. Almost as soon as he sat down court was in session. In only a few minutes Fudge was already grilling him and not giving him a chance to respond and defend himself. About halfway through the hearing Harry was tired. Tired of people calling him a savior, then hating him, then loving him, then not letting him speak his peace. He yelled, and it was not just any yell. His magic reacted to his stress and after he finished everyone in the room except Harry found that they could not speak. Harry broke the newly created silence by saying, "There were Dementors. Why would I choose to cast a patronus in front of my cousin. After the way he treated me, I would have used curses and hexes on him. Not a patronus." Everyone could speak again after he finished, but no one said a word, not even Fudge. Harry at this point was fuming, he was tired of the Wizarding world. Fudge finally gathered the courage to ask to vote. Harry squeezed out of expulsion by one vote. One vote saved his future in the wizarding world, that one vote might have ended up saving the wizarding world, but no one in the room was aware of that. No one knew about the prophecy, not even Harry.

I know this chapter was short, I am just testing the waters. I am also looking for a beta as I am not sure how great my grammar and flow is. If you are interested PM me. The next chapter we are off to Gringots to figure out who Harry is related to and how rich he actually is. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this story.