Whoops!

Disclaimer:

All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners i.e. J.K. Rawlings, etc. the original characters and plot are the property of their author i.e. J.K. Rawlings, etc. this work is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Not for sale or profit but at least I can give it away, maybe? With over 911,000 plus Harry Potter stories out there I have probably stepped on someone's toes, for that I apologize. P. S. there are a lot of needed background between the Prologue/flashback and the first chapter, so all I can say is read on McDuffie. You will be the first to know where this story goes because I sure don't. No slash, not cannon?

A/N: I must apologize for the first couple of submissions do to their long prologue/flashbacks, etc. but…

A/N: One last one...Please I know this is not cannon per se but please ignore whether Harry goes to Hogwarts for six or eight years. I'm just rolling along and making a lot of mistakes, thanks. Postings should be once a week.

Chapter 1, Prologue/flashback:

I'm a little slow on the uptake as I now know as I think back upon my life. After I accidentally turned my teacher's hair blue and later found myself on the top of the school roof I started to believe something was not normal and it probably proved that I was the freak of Privet drive, per my relative's constant reminder. Those strange incidents coincided with a strange tickle in my left hand when strange things happen. At first I tried to make these strange things happen intentionally but I had no luck. Many times in my attempt I paid the price for being alive, in trying to harness my freaky power; because all the Dursleys were miserable examples of the human race. Vernon's beatings many times led to me being unconscious for long periods of time. I was not a scared terrified freak only because of the library and the schools counselor. The counselor kept my secret and provided sufficient counseling so I understood the Dursleys, and the world around me. She said she was something she called a sqib and was afraid to go up against someone she wouldn't name. Definitely strange!

Talking about weird, One day, long ago, after school, Dudley and his gang started a Harry hunt. Unfortunately I turned into a dead-end alley trying to make my escape. I was an extremely fast runner, but with no escape I stood there expecting another session where they beat the crap out of me and I had to crawl home.

"Where is he? I saw the freak run into this alley and now he's disappeared again!"

They actually walked right by me! But, Whoops, it was like I was invisible. When I looked down I saw nothing, as if I was really invisible. I was getting the heebeejeebee's about then. When I calmed down I realized I had been feeling 'the feeling' and that all the strangeness, apparently was being caused only when I was scared or really angry. That's what I was thinking as I was still unable to make anything happen regardless of how hard I tried, it would be a nice thing if this feeling was obtainable on demand. And oh what I could do to the Dursley's.

I had long ago become an adult mentally. Regardless of Dudley's gang or my treatment at the Dursleys. I had my eyes and my limited exposure to the real world. Normal people/kids did not receive the treatment I was exposed to. I was not unaware that something was way beyond normal in my life at the Dursley's.

But then after years of misery that I had been exposed to, Vernon came in once again drunk and attempted to beat me with his belt. The buckle hit my back and...Whoops!

When he made his second swing I raised my hand and Vernon flew across the room. I had finally grabbed on to 'the feeling', at least I thought that at that time. So when Dudley and Petunia charge at me I intentionally raised my left and to let loose 'the feeling'. My left hand kind of felt a tremble but did nothing. Suddenly Petunia's frying pan, aimed at my head, turned into a snake with its fangs embedded into her hand and was causing her to scream bloody murder. Dudley turned into a fat pig that was running around the room squealing. Petunia was now chasing after Dudley, the snake and the freak all but forgotten. All I could say was, Whoops.

Not too long after that a guy with the long white beard showed up. Apparently the Dursley's had complained or a dark Angel had whispered in his ear, who knows?

The old man kept talking about accidental magic and…" Fear not as I am going to put a stop to it happening again."

I think 'the feeling' got scared or whatever. The white light he sent from his stick got sent, via 'the feeling', to Dudley's stuffed teddy bear. I could actually feel something happening but there was nothing to see of the white light from me to the bear? Whoops.

"Fear not Mr. Dursley I have bound his magic and have modified his memory so he will not remember anything."

That wasn't nice of him was what I was thinking, besides... He was not very swift in not seeing what was going on here in the Dursley's house, or did he not really care how I was treated. (It kind of reminded me of my school counselor had been saying about being afraid and being submissive)…I got to talk and listen to other kids at school and how they were treated. Somehow I didn't think his funny modifications, from that wooden stick, were supposed to be beneficial to me.

After the bearded bozo had departed I was going to hide and not use 'the feeling', not hardly! I started to cause the Dursley clan a lot of continuous mayhem. It was not like I continued to slam Vernon against the wall, as I wanted to do, as I quickly found I did not have any kind of control over 'the feeling'. However, later, when Vernon charged, with the clear intention of slamming his fist into my face, I could release 'the feeling' and he would trip or slip or something. Even as dumb as he was he figured out it wasn't beneficial to mess with me, the Freak. All this caused a new change in me and my surroundings. I got moved out of the cupboard under the stairs into a bedroom. Furthermore, there were accidents when they were too slow to understand my suggestions, via 'the feeling'. Of course nothing I did was serious enough to bring back the bearded bozo. I had gained meals three times a day. I now am gaining some control of this weird talent… not! The problem was that I could unleash it but I could not make it do what I wanted it to do, but when it was released, wow!

While I still did chores it was nothing like I had to do before my strange powers appeared at the Dursley's. Really they were not changing on their own they were more and more becoming aware of what I could do. I thought of all the nasty things I could do to the Dursley's but they were not worth my effort anymore. I think they were still afraid to go against the long white bearded nincompoop. Whether they admitted it or not I think they got my message, "don't mess with the freak". In addition to all this nice behavior on my part I got Dudley's old computer and schoolbooks. Oh my surprise when I found by using that computer I now had a world of knowledge available to me.

Another perk was Petunia decided that I should have some nicer clothes and I even got a set of contact lenses (this was at my suggestion along with a breakfast glass exploding when they disagreed). During that shopping tour I ran into the strangest person. First off he was dressed in a top hat and

miss–matching clothes of several different eras. However, one look at my scar and he knew my name and acted as if I was the second coming. Petunia attempted to drag me out of the shop but a glare from me sends her to look at a different part of the store. This person was talking about the strangest things in his incessant rambling and gushing over meeting me the boy-who-lived. Whoops, another title besides freak?

In this rambling he made mention, "You of course have seen the marvels of Diagon alley. Charring Cross road in London is almost as famous as you as is the historical Leakey Cauldron."

All of this would have been nothing except he kept calling me Lord Potter along with other names. I pumped him for all the information that I could. Vernon was easily persuaded to drive me to London to find the Leakey Cauldron, unhappy but persuaded. I made sure to cover my scar with Dudley's old base ball cap.

Tom the bartender showed me how to get into the alley, I got to the goblin bank, and the goblins started explaining some of the facts of life, of magic, and Harry Potter. However, the goblins told me that I had to come back when I turned 11 years old for anything to be actually accomplished. Whoops, I guess everyone wanted me not to know some information? But…Why? I thought, at the time, it would be interesting to find out who all these people were. The Dursley's were dumb but surely my parents had friends, who for some reason didn't visit. Then again with my life and 'the feeling' anything could happen, or not, like when... I was having this weird dream which startled me awake... I found myself standing in my bed. But... something was not right with my body when I looked down at my feet I found bird type claws instead of feet. That sent me crashing to the floor but when I looked again I had toes attached to my normal feet. Huh?

By the time I was 10 years old I had not seen a magical guardian nor any witch or wizard that could be considered informational or helpful. The goblins were a bit upset as to how one of the largest vault holders has been treated, so they had been sending Griphook ever since I was ten. Griphook would periodically pop into my bedroom, to inform me of my financial rights, financial status and teach me how to handle my vaults. That was all that he would provide. I was given an inheritance test which I could tell was only partially divulged to me. Was everyone keeping information from me? I made a note to keep an eye open in the future. I also bought a ton of books to study everything from etiquette to school subjects and beyond.

As I was approaching 11 years old Griphook explained what it entailed to be a lord in this magical world financial wise. Financial wise, I have more money than can I can imagine me ever spending. The problem was it was a lot of work managing these estates besides everyone who wanted a piece of my wealth. I even found that I owned the Dursley's house, imagine that. I just let the goblins run my finances, for a fee of course.

After I turned 11 I found being Lord Potter was no more than being another average magical person. However, the inheritance test was explained to me. I had inherited many different estates one being Lord Gryffindor's. Apparently the typical goblin snarl did not apply to Lord Griffindor' with a vault gaining interest for a thousand years, which of course brought the goblins to my side. I was explained the many rules as a banking friend of the goblins. Still I could not feel that I was not being told everything…but what? A person needed some information before they could even ask a question. While I knew there were other vaults or estates the goblins only wanted me exposed to the Potter's and Gryffindor estates.

"As a Goblin Friend, I'm entitled to use magic in Gringotts if I or Gringotts is in danger?" I asked Griphook. "That you are", griphook replied. I just nodded. I could tell they were holding something back non-the-less. On my first trip I perused the many vaults. The older vaults all had racks of wands from long deceased family members, this drew my attention. In one specific Griffindor vault, as I came to a rack of wands, one wand almost screamed that I should take that wand. And I did. Other names and vaults such as Peverell and Goodard were mentioned like passing comments because they did not compare to the Gryffindor vault where I had obtained my first wand.

One name kept popping up in connection with the Potter vaults as we ran through the mountain of financial paperwork. His medaling in my paperwork and financial transactions had only lead to a reduction in my wealth and stood out like catching a pick pockets with his hand in your pocket. I have never heard of that person before, one Albus Dumbledore. I definitely wanted to meet that jerk.

Even to a blind beggar there was something not right. So with the many things that I had not been given (information being the most crucial) Griphook and I made various plans for my first official visit to Diagon Alley which he would not expand upon. He did make clear that a number of his services would require payment.

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