A/N: I've had the idea for this story in my head for a while and decided to try and write it out Let me know in the reviews if you all are interested in reading the rest and i will try to update weekly. This is the first story i have ever written so there might be some mistakes, i will accept criticisms but will ignore flames. Bare with me and hope you enjoy!

Prologue:

Inside the Perseverance's war room, a 25km behemoth resembling a Basilisk and just as deadly with the "eyes" of the ship containing Mark III MAC Cannons that were specially modified to fire tungsten shells double in size from the Mk II cannons, sat a tired man with unruly black hair and glowing green eyes that made even brutes bristle with fear. He sat at the head of a circular table reminiscent of the knights of the round table which in turn was surrounded by cryo chambers for each member all along the walls of the room. One of the last remaining empty ones was reserved for him when he was ready to sleep.

"I hope for our future's sake and the sake of our races that we did the right thing." The man said to the empty room more for himself than the AI that resided at the middle of the table. "Only time will tell Harry" The AI said in return. Harry looked at the AI that resembled his first friend and his first wife. "Try not to get us killed by running into any asteroids while we sleep ok?" He said with a jibe and a smile. "Careful mister, I might 'accidently' jettison your cryo chamber." She said then stuck her tongue out at him. His face changed to an expression of mock fear. "Nope, don't want that to happen" he replied. Harry then walked around room looking at his comrades, his friends, his family. "Sleep well and I will see you when you wake up." He then walked over to his own cryo chamber and got in. Before he closed the door, he said "Wake us when the galaxy needs us." With that, the door closed and he fell into cryo sleep. Hopefully the future won't be as bad as this present, was the last thought that went through his mind as he succumbed to the cold deep sleep and dreamed of his past.

Chapter 1:

Even at an early age, Harry Potter knew he was unique. At the age of 10 months he could understand what was being said to him and spoke in complete sentences. Around his 1st birthday, he was walking. At four years old, he noticed something that others didn't. He could see a "light" that surrounded everyone and every living thing. When he mentioned it to Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon beat him to within an inch of his life shouting, "WE WILL NOT ALLOW YOUR FREAKISHNESS TO CONTINUE IN THIS HOUSE HOLD" before shoving him back into his cupboard to heal and recuperate. Harry wept silently for fear of angering his uncle again until he fell asleep. After that, Harry, being the intelligent little boy he was, never brought up anything about the lights again and instead studied them silently every moment he got.

As a couple years past, he learned that the "lights" around people were auras. The aura could tell him, generally, how people were feeling. He learned this when he decided to hide in a library from Dudley and his group of bully friends during one of their "Harry Hunting" sessions and started reading anything that interested him while he waited for Dudley and his friends to give up. He came across the books on auras during one of these moments of hiding from Dudley, which he would not want to be caught dead in. He had started noticing other weird things happening to him as well. Like how when Aunt Petunia cut his hair to try and keep it tidy, only to have it grow back the next morning. Unfortunately that came another round of beating from his uncle. Mercifully, his aunt stopped trying after the first few times, but only after Vernon had cracked a couple of Harry's ribs. Harry also noticed, and quite perplexed by it, was that after these beatings, the minor injuries healed quickly, more so than normal. The major injuries also healed but not properly in some cases, such as the cracked ribs.

Other strange things would happen too. On more than one occasion, if a book was too high on a shelf and he wanted it badly enough, it would come to him. Grateful, but highly curious, he would read the book then go looking for books that would hopefully help explain to him what was going on with him. He made sure not to let Dudley see what he did and not to accidently mention it was happening around his family. What he did not notice at first was that, unlike everyone else, he could remember everything in minute detail. It was a great deal of help in the fact that he could remember every word in every book he ever read so that he didn't have to go looking up references every time he didn't understand something. His eidetic memory, or photographic memory, also allowed him to remember vividly how he felt in each one of his memories. This was also unfortunate because he could remember each time his uncle beat him or screamed at him for his freakishness kick starting a process that made Harry start retreating into a shell to try and protect himself from the verbal and physical of his so-called family.

When Harry started school, it was the first time he had learned what his name was. Teachers had to call his name several times to even get a response. Harry also quickly realized that he would have any friends either. Dudley and his gang of goons made sure of that. Going so far as to bully him in front of others while Dudley's friends kept anyone from trying to help. Harry retreated farther into his shell. During most recesses, one could find him sitting in the corner of the yard just trying to hide, finding out late that if he concentrated hard enough, he could hide himself from sight. He always wondered if he could run away. He had read quite a few survival books in the library.

The abuse reached a breaking point shortly after his 8th birthday. He had finally finished reading. A lot of it he didn't understand and vowed to try and get someone one at some point to try and explain it to him. Subjects such as quantum physics were far beyond when he could comprehend. Unfortunately, it was his knowledge that made the abuse reach its peak. One of his teachers had gone to his aunt and uncle about possibly getting Harry to test out of his grade and move up to High school level at least.

"Nonsense, the boy is dumber than a rock I assure you." Uncle Vernon had told the teacher. This had the teacher staring aghast at the whale of a man.

"Nonsense?!" the teacher had practically screamed, "He is constantly head of his class and I have even subtly tested his knowledge. I've only gotten up to high school level with him and he still aced the tests with flying colors!"

"BULLSHIT!" Vernon yelled back vehemently. "I WANT YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE THIS INSTANT AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE LIES ABOUT THE FREAK!" The teacher just stared at the man in horror in hearing what he just said. "NOW!" The teacher then scrambled to leave, going faster than seemed possible.

After the teacher left, Vernon rounded on Harry. Harry's stomach dropped when he saw Vernon's face and saw his aura got from a deep red to almost black. Harry could almost make out a thunderstorm around uncle Vernon's head. Without much more warning, Vernon grabbed Harry and beat him so bad that Harry had the thought that today was the day he was going to die while Vernon was screaming "HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU BE SMARTER THAN OUR DUDLEY YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING FREAK! WHEN I AM THROUGH WITH YOU, YOU ARE GOING TO WISH YOU HAD DIED. YOU WILL NOT BE GOING BACK TO THAT SCHOOL ANYMORE!" and that was what Harry had thought. He wanted to die the pain was so bad. When his uncle was done beating him, he had a broken arm, was bleeding internally, and could barely move under all the pain he was in. Vernon unceremoniously and roughly threw Harry into his cupboard and locked the door. The rest of the day saw Harry desperately trying to will the pain away and to fix his arm. When he collapsed into a deep sleep, his arm was fixed, but it didn't feel right. He couldn't heal it completely or properly even with his memory of reading the books on survival. He simply didn't have the means to do it.

That night, he desperately wanted to escape, so he did. He waited till he heard his "family", for he did not consider them his family anymore for what his uncle did and the inaction of his aunt. Once he heard his uncle snoring, he willed the lock on his door to unlock and he snuck out. Very quietly, he snuck into the kitchen and raided for food, as much as he could carry on short notice, went to the back door, and ran. He ran as fast as he could, willing himself to go faster with every step, just trying to get away. Away from his aunt and uncle. Away from his abusive cousin, and away from the town that shunned him. He ran deep into the woods until he felt so exhausted that he collapsed as soon as he stopped and felt that it was safe. Last thing he heard before passing into unconsciousness was the trill of a song that made him feel so calm…so relaxed.