Harry Potter and the Sorcerer of Phasal Magic

Chapter One

The Dursleys

By: Khande

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series.

A/N: The start of this fanfiction will be pretty boring, I won't even lie, but just bear with me. A lot of context is introduced in the beginning that will set up plot points in the future.

Harry Potter was always different from his peers. From his outside appearance, he was quite the mystery. In grade school, he didn't have any friends and no one really knew anything about him. The only thing that was commonly known about him was that he was somehow related to Dudley Dursley. The two were quite the polar opposite when it came to their personalities. Dudley was an ill-tempered spoiled kid but because of his bigger and fatter shape, he always managed to bully his way into getting whatever he wanted. Harry, on the other hand, was more reclusive in nature. He didn't talk unless when spoken too and was commonly seen keeping to himself with a book in hand. He was always the teachers favorite because of his more than exceptional grades and his always accurate answers when they posed him a question. To them, Harry was the perfect student. Little did they know what happened behind closed doors in the 7 year olds life.

When he was an infant, Harry was left on the doorstep of the Dursleys with nothing but a note attached to his basket. After reading the note instructing them to take in the young Potter and raise him, they reluctantly took him in. However, they did not raise him. Instead they enslaved the poor child. Ever since he was able to walk, they made him do chores around the house. The older he became, the more chores he was responsible for. And in the event that he didn't complete the chores on time or in a satisfactory manner, he was beaten.. severely. His Uncle Vernon would often beat him with belts, broomsticks, and even tree switches which would always left a mark. In some cases, there were even broken bones. When these beatings took place, even more peculiar things occurred after them. His body healed from the bruises, broken bones, and gashes that he had suffered from his punishments. The process seemed to happen over night leaving nothing but faded scars and mild soreness. When these instances were first discovered by his uncle, he would be beaten further because of his "freakish" nature. His Uncle had always had the mantra of beating the "freak" out of him until he was normal but it never seemed to work. Harry had always exhibited weird and unusual incidents which were seemingly magical in nature and no amount of beatings seemed to make them go away. After a certain amount of beatings, Harry quickly learned that the more he screamed, the harder he was beat. It was like his Uncle thrived off seeing the young boy's pain. From a young age, the Potter heir had promised himself to never let anyone else take pleasure in seeing him weak.

Harry was no idiot. In fact, he was the very opposite of one. Despite being quite young, Harry's intellect was almost extremely unordinary. He was easily the smartest kid in every single one of his classes and his grades reflected that. Unfortunately, Harry learned that his beyond exceptional intelligence wasn't always appreciated. After being accused of cheating when he brought home better grades than their precious Dudleykins, and consequently being beat because of it, Harry realized that there was nothing he could ever do to please the Dursleys. His mere existence was just enough to invoke hatred in their hearts and that was something that was never going to change. For the longest time, Harry was left wondering why. Why did they hate him? Was it because of his freakishness?

Over the last few months, Harry had taken notice of the particular instances where unusual things happened. It started out with small things like turning his least favorite teacher's hair purple for a week. There was even a time where his Aunt Petunia had cut his hair off, saving a lock of it to cover up the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. In embarrassment, Harry desperately wished for his hair to be back. After a full of sleep, his unruly mop of jet black hair was back by the next morning. However, the most extreme of these supernatural occurrences was Harry's ability to heal and recover. There were a couple instances where a young child of Harry's small size should have died at the hands of his Uncle's beatings. But spectacularly, it seemed like magic was always at play as Harry always recovered from the punishments within a couple of days of rest and solitude.

Harry knew these events were unordinary but he had no idea how to explain them. Nonetheless, his freakish abilities were why they hated him. Perhaps they were jealous that he could do things that they couldn't. They were afraid he could do things that no one else could. It was a warming thought to the 7 year old that his relatives feared him and his powers. It gave him an empowering feeling that he relished in; receiving thrills out of thinking of himself as superior to these people who constantly made his life a living hell. But alas, Harry's logical side won over, eventually erasing the notion out of his mind. There was nothing he could do that was worthy of envy. He was just Harry, the lonely orphan freak condemned to be a slave and punch dummy to the Dursley household. At least, that's what he thought before everything changed on a fateful halloween day.

It was another afterschool day like usual. Except, Harry was still recovering from a beating a few days prior. While not having any extremely visible signs of abuse, he was still very sore and it ached to do any excessive movement. With Harry missing a couple days of school to heal, Dudley and his gang of bully friends had been without their favorite pastime: "Harry Hunting". It was a game made up by the clique where they chase Harry until they corner him and pummel him for fun. Harry knew the confrontation was coming as soon as school was let out and he was in no condition to outrun them. Harry shuddered at the memory of his most recent beating which involved a fire poker and led to a broken leg. He tried to walk as fast as he could back to the sanctity of the local library; the one place Harry would be safe from his whale of a cousin's torment as Dudley would never go near the home of nerds. However, Dudley and his gang had different plans. They had never lost sight of their target when the final school bell rang and made sure to keep up with his fast walking. Quickly realizing he was being followed, Harry took off into a struggle sprint, trying to ignore the pain that shot into his extremely sore legs.

"HEY FREAK! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" Dudley called out as his group and he took off in chase of Harry.

Not bothering to respond, Harry took a detour behind the elementary school. In the haste of the moment, Harry had effectively gotten lost and was now facing a brick wall that gave way to a dead end.

'Fuck!' Harry mentally cursed himself for so stupid.

Here he was with his body aching, at a dead end, just moments away from being cornered and beat up by Dudley and his gang.

"He went this way. I saw him." Piers Polkiss, Dudley's rat faced best friend, called out from a shortening distance away.

Harry groaned. It was about any minute now that the gang would discover Harry's location and Harry was dreading it with everything he had in him. Fighting wasn't an option because he was heavily outnumbered, 6 to 1. Running wasn't an option because his body was falling into soreness and fatigue as well as being trapped in a dead end. There was nothing he could do except hope that by some random miracle of magic, he would be in a different place.

'Please, anywhere but here.' Harry thought as he closed his eyes. As soon as he did, however, he felt a tingling sensation throughout his whole body. Opening his eyes in surprise, he saw a flash of green light before he was suddenly on top of the elementary school.

"The bloody hell." Harry muttered before observing his surroundings. One second ago, he was just on the ground and now he was on the roof! What was happening? Was it his freakishness again? Did he actually have powers that no one else had?

"No. It can't be. Magic isn't real. Everyone knows that. Right?" Harry muttered his thoughts aloud in a hysterical manner. As logical as he was, he couldn't deny the events that just took place. He just teleported to the roof of his school! That much was undeniable. After a few minutes of contemplating what just took place, Harry finally accepted it. These types of things always happened to him so why should he be surprised. It was just another reason why he was a freak. Except, was he really a freak? It was obvious that Harry had a power that apparently no one else had. So why was he always being put down and abused for being more powerful than the people around him. Shouldn't it be the opposite. The more the 7 year old thought about it, the angrier he felt. This whole time, he had special abilities and yet here he was, being nothing but a mockery and disgrace to his relatives. They had him believing he was worthless, that he should have died in the car accident along with his parents. Yes, Harry was angry that afternoon and rightfully so. He had enough and it was about time he gained some control of his life. This would be the last time the Dursley's even think about messing with him.. Except there was one problem. He had absolutely no idea how to get down from the roof. As a further limitation, he knew nothing about the extent of his powers. For all he knew, he could teleport, turn hair a different color, and heal supernaturally fast.

Harry frowned. This wouldn't do at all. If he wanted to take a stand against the Dursley's, then he needed to learn how to control his powers. So as a first step, Harry tried to teleport back onto the ground. 10 minutes had passed and he was unsuccessful. He grew more frustrated with every attempt but was never discouraged. Failure was never an option. Trying to take a different approach, Harry tried to remember exactly what happened before he teleported to the roof.

"Well I was on the ground, trying to run away from Dudley and his gang before I came to a dead end. They were getting closer and I was desperate. I closed my eyes and hoped that I was in a different place. I don't get it. That's what I'm doing now. Why isn't it working?" Harry voiced his frustrations with his eyes closed. "Do my powers only work when I'm in danger?" Harry spent the next few minutes reasoning with himself over his question. While it did make sense that such supernatural abilities had a connection to the threat of danger, that doesn't explain why his powers would have allowed him to turn his teacher's hair purple. He wasn't in danger then. He was, at best, extremely irritated that the teacher had intentionally ignored Dudley bullying Harry in front of her eyes. Harry remembered the day like it was yesterday. He vividly remembered the intense emotions he felt while concentrating on keeping his neutral mask intact. In annoyance, Harry found himself staring at the teacher's hair while thinking ill of the teacher. One minute she was a brunette and the next she had purple. Reflecting back, Harry couldn't picture what imminent danger he was in. And if his powers were danger based, then why haven't they made an appearance while he was being beaten by his Uncle. Surely that was a more life-threatening situation than being mad at a teacher. It just didn't make any sense.

"How the fuck do I get down?" Harry closed his eyes and stomped his foot in frustration. Reexperiencing similar the tingling sensation he felt earlier, Harry opened his eyes, and he was back on the ground.

"Now how the hell did I do that?" Harry sighed exasperatedly.

Looking at the sun setting in the sky, Harry figured it was about time to go back to the Dursley's residence before they freaked out about him not cooking dinner in a timely manner. On the walk home, Harry couldn't stop thinking about his powers. He kept trying to figure out what all his supernatural events had in common so he could be able to replicate it in the future. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice a car with a drunk driver barreling down the road, refusing to slow down and stop at the redlight. Only in the knick of time did Harry spot the car heading his head but it was far too late. He could see the car moving just a few feet away approaching him at a fast speed. There was nothing he could do and it seemed like time started to slow down. It was like Harry had super senses because the whole world was moving in slow motion. Harry found himself entranced in the slow moving car and wondered if it was going to hit him. It surely didn't look so anymore as it moved a couple inches in a little over 10 seconds. Snapping out of his reverie, Harry moved out of the path of the car. When he entered a safe spot, time went back to normal and the car sped past where Harry was just at. Needless to say, Harry was definitely more cautious on his way back to the house after his near death experience. Although, he couldn't help but think about what just happened. It seemed like his powers kicked in again and he had slowed time down.

"But how though?" Harry muttered scratching his head. Soon enough, he was back at the Dursley residence. Hopefully, if Harry managed to cook the Dursley's dinner fast enough, then he would have the whole night to himself to figure out how to activate his powers. Luckily, his Uncle and Aunt were in good enough spirits to not bother the young Potter when he presented them with their food. Although, Dudley did give him a rough elbow to the ribs when Harry walked past. Not giving him the slightest benefit of a reaction, Harry is internally seethed in anger and made his way to his cupboard under the stairs.

'Things are going to be different.' Harry thought darkly. He was going to make sure of it. But first he needed a plan. So for the next few minutes, Harry formed a brief plan. It was a simple plan with only 4 steps but for now it would do. Step 1 was to learn how to control his powers. If he completed Step 1 successfully, then the benefits were unlimited. Step 2 was to get revenge on the Dursley's for the horrible childhood they brought to him. That was Harry's favorite. Step 3 was to run away and make a new life for himself. He wanted to go somewhere new where he didn't have to be reminded of how weak he was. He didn't really know where to go but he'd find a way. Step 4, become so strong that no one would ever get the chance of beating him down ever again. Harry knew his little plan was rather general but despite his impressive intelligence, he was only 7 years old.

He'd worry about all that later though. Now it was time for Harry to figure out how the hell to control his powers. He tried teleporting back to his school's roof since it was the only place he could think of. A half hour passed and absolutely nothing happened. Harry considered giving up multiple times before but reasoned that if he could do it one time, then he could do it again. There was obviously something that he wasn't doing now that he did before. Gathering his emotions and calming himself, Harry assumed a meditative posture. Closing his eyes, breathing in and out, Harry desperately wished he was at the school roof. Harry opened his eyes.

'Nothing.' A flicker of annoyance flashed across his face before it disappeared.

Getting annoyed would not solve anything. Closing his eyes once again, Harry tried to concentrate. However, he could still hear the Dursley's telly through the door of the cupboard. Frowning, he concentrated on zoning the noise out. It took a few minutes but now he could hear nothing. Harry felt a tingling sensation so he opened his eyes. He could see nothing.

"That doesn't make sense. I felt the same tingling sensation I did when I was teleported earlier but here I am. In the middle of nowhere." Everything was pitch black but it felt like Harry wasn't in his cupboard anymore.

'Weird.' Harry thought. It was almost as if he was in a void of complete and total darkness. There was nothing but black space around as he walked around this strange new place to explore. After a few moments of walking, he saw a small glint of green light. Something about the light was just attracting Harry. The closer he got to the light, the bigger it got and the stronger the attraction was. So Harry kept walking to it until he was a couple feet away. It was now a spherical shape, the size of Harry. Inspecting the green ball of light, Harry could see thick silver blue lines running across the ball. It was almost as if the green light was fighting against the blue lines; as if the blue lines were restraining the green light. Harry frowned. He could feel the very strong connection between him and the green light. It was calling him to help, to free it of it's restraints. Harry could see the green light was extremely volatile as some it was already leaking from the blue light restraints. Slowly, a trail of light moved away from the green ball and reached out in Harry's direction. Harry extended his hand to make physical contact with the light. Just for the briefest second, Harry felt stronger than he ever felt before. His body pulsated with warm energy before there was a blinding flash of light and he was blown back by an energy blast. After a couple moments, Harry regained his footing and took a look around. No longer was everywhere black. Instead, the area around him was a pulsating emerald green. Harry smiled. The feeling of warmth he was now feeling was comforting. No, it was more than that. It was empowering. However, the experience was short lived as he was brought back into reality. What Harry didn't notice was the puff of black smoke that emitted from the scar on his forehead.

"Wicked." Harry exclaimed with a smirk as he could feel his body change right before his eyes. The soreness from his body ebbed away, leaving a new burst of adrenaline. Harry could feel his bone structure change. It seemed as if the once broken bones, that were a result of his Uncle's beatings, were now correctly healing as they should have been with proper treatment. Blinking a few times, Harry even realized that his vision was blurry and his eyes were strained. He took off his glasses and much to his surprise, he could see very well. His vision was now perfect! In fact, it seemed better than perfect. He could see the smallest of designs that were etched into the wood of the door of his cupboard. In excitement, Harry left out the cupboard and rushed into the bathroom. Thankfully, the Dursleys were nowhere to be seen. Harry took a peek into the mirror and gasped. His skin wasn't as pale as it was before, taking on a healthy looking glow. Upon further inspection of his body, Harry noticed the scars on his body were now fully gone. Even the scar on his forehead was now but a single faded line that was well on its way to healing. In addition, he no longer felt like his mind was clouded with heavy thoughts anymore. In fact, he could think so much more clearly. Despite the noticeable physical improvements, including a height growth of 2 inches, he was still fairly small for his age but he figured his malnutrition form would go away with proper meals and time.

'Proper meals.' Harry thought. There was no way in hell the Dursley's would ever feed the young Potter a decent amount of food. Just then Harry remembered that he had powers. If Harry could get a full grasp of his powers, then there was no way that the Dursely's can continue to treat them the way they had for the last 6 years.

'Yes. They will pay for all they've done to me. They will finally bend down to the whim of the freak that they called their inferior.' Harry looked in his reflection and saw a wicked gleam. He liked where things were about to go.

Harry, being the cunning child he was, knew he had to have a plan first before he could start his reign of terror on the Dursleys. And the first step of that plan was to learn how to control his powers. This time around, it wasn't nearly as difficult as it was before. Harry soon realized that the trick to controlling it was to block out the outside world and concentrate on manifesting whatever he desired into reality. With the fundamentals laid down, Harry spent the next week finding out what he could do and how to do it. In all, Harry found out that he was capable of teleportation, making things levitate, making things appear and disappear, altering the appearance of things, and reading minds. He soon realized that his powers had their limitations and it took more energy to do certain things, but nonetheless, he was still pleased with the results. At first, using his abilities took a lot of his energy and he felt extremely fatigued afterwards. Naturally though, the more he practiced, the less energy it took to complete such tasks and the more control he had. It was as if his powers were just another muscle of his that he needed to exercise. Once he was sure that his powers were under satisfactory control, he would initiate the second step of his plan: Making the Dursley's pay.

It was a Friday evening when Harry returned to the Dursley's residence after being let out of school for the week. His Aunt Petunia and Dudley would be spending Friday night and the rest of Saturday out of town, meaning it would just be Harry and Vernon alone at the house. This was perfect for step two of Harry's plan. Walking in the house, he could already sense that the Dursley patriarch was in a worse than normal mood. On the inside, Harry was smirking, but on the outside, he wore a mask of indifference.

"Aye boy! Hurry up with supper would you." His Uncle called out from the living room while watching the telly. Harry ignored his Uncle's words before promptly walking up to the telly and shutting the device off. By now, he had gained the full attention of his Uncle.

"Now what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" The fat oaf said in shock over the young boy's daring actions. Harry didn't bother responding, instead opting to stare into his Uncle's eyes.

"Why you little brat.. HOW DARE YOU!" His uncle was turning red with anger at Harry's indifferent stare.

"I don't know what in heaven's sake has gotten into you freak, but I'll beat it out of you." Vernon started to reach for his belt but found that he couldn't move. This is when he began to internally freak out. Something was very wrong.

"You're gonna beat the freakishness out of me? Is that what you're going to do?" Harry questioned in a low whisper while taking short steps closer to the frozen man. Vernon could do nothing but just watch in apprehension as the 7 year old circled him in the same manner that a predator would do to their prey. He caught multiple glimpses of Harry's piercing green eyes, eyes that invoked true fear into the fat man's heart.

"Yes. I remember those days very vividly. I remember you beating me in ways that no one my age should ever be thought of being punished." Harry stopped circling the fat man. He was now standing face to face with the man who ruined his childhood. Because Vernon was quite taller than Harry, it was comical to see the 7 year old staring down the obese man, who was four times his size, as if they were the same size. This did not go unnoticed by Harry.

'That wouldn't do.' Frowning, Harry made a baseball bat appear in his hand. With as much strength as the 7 year old could muster, he broke the knees of his Uncle. The Dursley patriarch, now free from the control of Harry's powers, hollered in pain.

"That's better. Now we are the same height." Harry released a vicious smirk as he continued to talk about the bent over form of his Uncle.

"You freakish little monster. I knew we shouldn't have taken you in. Your kind is nothing but unnatural abominations." His Uncle managed to get through shuddered gasps that were the result of the severe pain he felt. Harry's eyes widened before the look of surprise was wiped away from his face.

"My kind?" Harry inquired.

"Yes. The bloody lot of you magical freaks." His Uncle was now fuming red with pure anger and hatred. He tried moving but fell down when his already broken legs collapsed underneath him. Obviously, they could no longer support his massive weight. If the situation had been any different, Harry would have burst out in laughter at the comical sight. However, his mind was reeling with so many thoughts and questions that arose with what his Uncle said.

'Magic? Is that what causes my powers? Are there more people like me?' Harry's curiosity was reaching new heights and his patience was plummeting just as fast. He wanted answers and he wanted it fast. He then made the decision to read his Uncle's mind, and ravage it of any information he could find about magic.

After a half hour passed, Harry could only find just the barest of information. Apparently, his parents were magical and they were killed by some evil madman. The day they were murdered, Harry was dropped off onto the Dursley's front step. Harry found a memory of a conversation between his Aunt and Uncle and an elderly man in strange looking purple robes with a matching pointy hat. The ederly man had the longest beard Harry had ever seen. The conversation however couldn't be viewed as the memory had some type of field around it that prevented Harry from seeing the rest. Harry noticed that the field was light blue, a very familiar shade of blue. It reminded him of something but for the briefest of moments, Harry was stumped. That was until Harry figured out why the field was so familiar to him. It had the same feeling of the restraints that Harry had seen when he was trying to figure out his powers- er magic. That brought up several red flags in Harry's mind. There was something bigger at play here and Harry was going to get to the bottom of it.

When Harry left his Uncle's mind, he had more questions than when he started. His plan needed some major tweaking after today's revelation. Exhaling deeply, Harry figured that all he could do now was wait for his Aunt Petunia to come back. Surely she would have some more information as Harry was related to her through blood. It would still be another day until she and Dudley returned.

'What to do until then.' Harry rhetorically thought, now looking at the unmoving form of his Uncle.

"This is going to be fun."

Petunia Dursley was a bitter woman. Ever since she was a little kid, she was always outshadowed by her younger sister, Lily. Despite her being older, she couldn't compete with her sister. Lily was prettier, smarter, and always more liked by their parents. Because of which, Petunia grew cold and distant in her relationship with her sister out of envy. Things were only made worse when Lily had found out she was magical and her parents started to idolize her for being the first witch in the family. Yes, she grew up to be a very bitter woman indeed. So bitter that she neglected the care of her nephew after the death of his parents. While Petunia was not a physically violent person by any means, she was verbally abusive to the son of Lily and James Potter. And not once did she ever stop her husband from beating on the Potter child.

But little did she know that she would be in for a little surprise when she returned back to her house. And surprised she was. Actually, surprise wasn't the proper word to describe what she felt. She was horrified out of her mind when she walked into the house to find the bloody, broken body of her husband dangling over the fireplace. She let out what was probably the shrillest scream of her life, garnering the attention of her portly son.

"Mum? What happened?" Dudley asked dumbly before stopping in his tracks in the doorway. In a state of shock, Petunia walked over to her husband's body. She reached out to touch her dear Vernon before a voice spoke up from behind her,

"He's dead." Petunia shrieked in surprise and quickly spun around.

"YOU!" Falling into a state of hysteria, Petunia pointed a crooked finger at the person sitting calmly on her couch. The person smirked.

"I don't really care for the chit-chat. I have to take care of some business." With no more stalling, Harry used his magic to leave Petunia and Dudley unable to move or talk. After doing so, he dived into his Aunt's head to view her memories. Harry's assumptions were proved correct as she did know a considerable amount of information more than her deceased husband. There was a whole world for magic just hidden away in plain sight. There was even a school in Britain for magic called Hogwarts. His mum had gotten a letter of acceptance when she was 11. One thing that surprised Harry was the extreme bitterness of envy and hatred that he had felt from reliving Petunia's memories. It explained a lot.

Upon further inspection of his Aunt's mind, Harry learned that the madman who killed his parents was a dark lord named Voldemort. He was known for terrorizing the Wizarding World and leaving fear behind wherever he went. Petunia didn't have a bulk of information about the Wizarding World readily available for Harry to see but there was one particular memory that left him seething in anger for more reasons than one. It was a conversation strictly between a slightly younger Aunt Petunia and the ederly man from his Uncle's memories.

"You take that freakish child of Lily's and get. Vernon and I want nothing to do with your kind." Petunia sneered at the older man.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Petunia." The old man said amusedly, not caring in the slightest bit about the malice in Petunia's voice.

"Magic is an abomination to the world and I'd not have that thing live under my roof." His eyes started twinkling at her statement. It invoked a sense of wariness in Harry.

"Sure you would," The old man said in a grandfatherly manner. "You just need a little guidance." He waved a stick in front Petunia's face and whispered something that stuck into Harry brain well after the memory stopped playing,

"This is for the greater good after all."

'So this old man is the reason why I was sent off with the Dursleys.' Harry was fuming. He didn't know what type of games the old coot was playing at but Harry was not going to play along. In the need of wanting to know more about the old man, Harry spent the next 10 minutes trying to find out everything he could about the old man. The only thing he found out in her memories was that his name was Albus Dumbledore and he was the headmaster at Hogwarts. Sighing in frustration, he was about to leave when he discovered some information that would give him his next course of action. Arabella Figg, the old lady across the street with all the cats, was an informant to Dumbledore. She was a spy of sorts, someone with access to the Wizarding World who can also keep tabs on Harry. Yes, Harry would definitely have to pay her a visit.

Harry exited his Aunt's head. He had forgotten all about Dudley and Petunia. They had still been rendered unable to move, but Harry had no idea what to do with them. Sighing, Harry decided to wait until after his visit with Mrs. Figg before deciding their fate. Harry walked the short distance to her house and knocked on her door. A full minute passed before the short old lady answered the door.

"Oh Harry. What are you doing here?" She asked in surprise.

"Vernon had some urgent business that came up so the Dursley's are preparing to go out of town," Harry came up with the lie on the spot. "They wanted to know if I'd be able to spend the night here. He said they'll be back by tomorrow morning." It was not an unusual circumstance that Harry would be forced to stay with Mrs. Figg while the Dursleys went away for whatever reason.

"Why of course dear. Come in. Come in." She said in a sweet voice. Harry walked into her house and was hit by the familiar repugnant odor. He sat down on the plastic covered couch.

"Would you like some tea dear?" She said closing the door behind them.

"No thanks ma'am." Harry observed her living for the briefest second. Over her fireplace was pictures of her family.

"So if you don't mind me asking, what was the emergency that came up on such short notice." She sat down in the chair adjacent to Harry. Harry's patience windled down and without further wait, he was now reading her mind.

Ms. Figg had a surplus amount of information more than his Aunt which Harry was ecstatic about. He learned a lot about her and the magical world. Apparently she was a squib, a non magical person born into a magical family. She lived a complicated life for such, having connections into both the magical and non magical world. She had, what they called, a floo network connected to the fireplace in her house. It was a form of travel that allowed the user to get from one place in the Wizarding World to another.

Of all the things he found out, Harry was disturbed to learn that he was extremely famous in the Wizarding World for something that was out of his control. When Voldemort was still in power, he was the most feared person in the world. Him and his army, who were called Death Eaters from what Harry could gather, was on the brink of winning the war. The leader of the light, Albus Dumbledore and his army, the Order of the Phoenix, were suffering major losses and were becoming more outnumbered everyday as Voldemort's forces grew more with each passing day. With everything at stake, everything changed on a fateful Halloween night. For some unknown reason, Voldemort had targeted his parents which led them to go into hiding. He found out their secret location and attacked them that night. He killed his father who tried to duel him. He then killed his mother who wouldn't move out of his path in the sake of trying to protect Harry. However, when he tried to kill Harry, the curse rebounded and hit him instead. No one knew how Harry had managed to survive as no one in the history of the magic ever survived the killing curse. After that day, with their leader gone, the dark side quickly fell to the light side and lost the war. After that day, Harry became known for defeating Lord Voldemort as a baby, gaining the title as the Boy-Who-Lived.

Diving further into her memories and knowledge, Harry found a conversation that was very enlightening.

"I don't know why you put that boy to live with those horrible people. They hate absolutely anything to do with magic."

"Now Arabella. They are Harry's only relatives. I've informed you about blood wards surrounding the house before. I assure you that 4 Privet Drive is the only place where Harry's safety shall be ensured." Dumbledore said looking out the window of Mrs. Figg's house. In the memory, there was a 5 year old Harry taking out the trash.

"Harry's safety? What does Harry need to be safe from?"

"I fear that Lord Voldemort is not truly dead my dear Arabella. I have good reason to believe that he is merely in spirit form looking for some way to gain power once again. And even if the Dark Lord is as dead as the Wizarding World believes, who's to say his followers shall not seek revenge on the poor innocent child for what he did to their master?" Her expression changed to surprise when Dumbledore mentioned the possibility of the You-Know-Who still being alive.

"But surely you can place him somewhere else. He's not safe there not because of the people on the outside but because of the people on the inside. You said there are wards surrounding the house but do those wards protect him from those horrible relatives of his inside the house?" Harry could hear the genuine concern in the old lady's voice.

"Whatever do you mean Arabella?" Dumbledore was now gazing at her with a creepingly calm smile.

"You told me to keep a close eye on the Potter boy so I've watched them over the years. It's clear as day they abuse the poor child. I've had half a mind to call child services." The old lady admitted.

"I'm sure that won't be necessary. That would go against my plans after all." Dumbledore said amusedly before waving his wand. The memory abruptly came to an end and the last thing Harry saw was the old man's twinkling eyes.

"Fuck." Harry exclaimed when he exited Mrs. Figg's mind.

His head hurt from all the information he had just found out. One of the major takeaways was that he now had to worry about a Dark Lord trying to kill him as well as the most powerful wizard of the century trying to control his life. It was truly a lot to put on the 7 year old shoulders all at once. Harry's little 4 step plan would need major alteration now.

"Err.." The voice of Arabella Figg spoke up, reminding Harry of her presence. He turned his attention to the older lady and watched her silently as she recovered from the trance she was put in when he delved into her mind.

'I need to do something about her.' Harry thought. She was a spy for Dumbeldore and would inform him immediately when Harry ran away. It just wouldn't bode well if Dumbledore had found him and just put him back under his control. Harry couldn't even imagine the old man's reaction to learning what all Harry had done lately. It would be a pain in the arse having to explain how a 7 year old tortured his Uncle to death. Groaning internally, Harry realized he'd have to do something about the remaining members of the Dursley family. Dumbeldore was obviously capable of mind magic as well and it would require very little effort from him to read their mind. That was a problem that Harry would quickly need to solve.

For the next 5 hours, Harry would take care of the loose ends. Going back into the mind of Arabella Figg, he erased all her memories that included both him and Dumbledore. Harry was very adamant about not leaving any type of trace that Dumbledore could use to find him in the future. Even going further in precautions, Harry planted the idea of Mrs. Figg moving to a new country altogether. It took him a half hour to learn how to do such mind manipulation but it worked like a charm. She was on her way to purchase tickets for a flight to who knows where.

After taking care of Mrs. Figg, he focused his attention on handling Aunt Petunia and Dudley. Even after all the abuse he suffered from them, he couldn't kill them like he had with his Uncle. Petunia, herself, never actually hit Harry and Dudley was just a child who was raised to be like his father. As much as he wanted to exact a painful revenge, he ultimately decided on giving them a second chance. It took him awhile but he had successfully managed to erase all of their memories that had contained Harry. Again taking similar precautions that he had with Mrs. Figg, he managed to rework the structure of the Dursley's mind so that they would believe that Vernon had died in a car crash while coming home from a business meeting. With the story now implemented in their heads, they would go on to leave the country in search of new and stable lives after the passing of their husband and father, respectively.

In preparation of entering the Wizarding World, Harry gathered all the money he could find from both the Dursleys and Mrs. Figg's houses. He was working under the assumption that the wizarding bank he had seen in Mrs. Figg's memories would be able to work out the conversions in currency. While the money Harry collected wasn't an overly abundant amount, it would be enough to get by for some time until Harry could figure something out. Harry grabbed a handful of powder from the container that was placed next to the old lady's fireplace. He had seen in her memories how to function the Floo Network. He was going to use it to floo to the entrance hall of the Gringotts Wizarding Bank. He walked into the dead fireplace, released the power, and declared his destination in a confident voice. He was now dripping with excitement in anticipation of finally entering the Wizarding World. Suddenly green, heatless flames engulfed his body and he was whisked away.

Harry fell face first into the floor. He promptly got up and wiped all this soot that covered his clothes. Looking around, he was admittedly grateful that no one was around to see his embarrassing moment. He continued on down the hallway until he saw a set of silver doors with a message engraved onto them.

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

Needless to say, Harry was thoroughly warned. Going through the doors, Harry was adequately surprised to see goblins working behind counters. After a few seconds, Harry took his attention off the goblins and looked around the hall. The hall was massive and made completely from marble. It took Harry another few moments to snap out of his awe-filled reverie but as soon as he did, he walked up to the nearest goblin.

"Excuse me sir, where would I have to go to turn this money into Wizarding currency." Harry asked in a polite manner, a character trait that was implemented in him since his time with the Dursleys. The goblin's ears seemed to perk up when Harry said the word sir. He looked up from whatever business he was attending to and looked Harry once over with a hard to decipher expression.

"What's your name?" He spoke in a gruff voice.

"Harry Potter." His eyes widened. After a few moments of surprise he got out of his chair and walked in front of the counter.

"Follow me." He said before walking off at a fast pace.

It wasn't hard for Harry to keep up as the goblin was smaller than he was, which came as a surprise to Harry. The two walked down to the end of the hall until they stopped at a high standing counter with a goblin overlooking them. The goblin that Harry spoke to whispered into the other goblin's ear. The goblin's eyes widened in surprise much in the same way the other goblin did, before walking off. After a few minutes of waiting, with Harry's confusion amounting higher and higher, the goblin before returned with another goblin who held a look of superiority.

"Mr. Potter, if you will." The slightly larger goblin motioned for him to follow him. At first, Harry was unsure but he followed in suit when the previous two goblins nodded for Harry to continue on. It was an uncomfortable silence between the two but Harry didn't mind. Instead he took in the sights of the marvelous bank that they were walking through. They finally arrived into a chamber that Harry assumed was his office. The goblin sat down at the desk in the middle of the room while beckoning Harry to sit down in the chair that magically appeared. After a few moments, a knife and scroll of parchment appeared on the goblin's desk.

"If you are indeed Harry Potter, then it is required of us to verify your identity. Take this knife and cut a small tip of your finger so that a drop of blood will fall onto the parchment right here." The goblin held the items for Harry's taking. He noticed the wary expression upon Harry's face before going on to explain,

"Your finger will heal immediately after the blood touches the parchment. There is nothing to worry about Mr. Potter, unless you are not who you say you are." He said the last part with a hint of menace to add caution into his words. It was almost as if he was challenging Harry on his identity and Harry was not one to back down from a challenge. Silently calming his nerves, Harry did as instructed. There was a brief glow of magic on the parchment before it read out

Harry James Potter

Son of James Charlus Potter and Lily Potter née Evans

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Age: 7 years old

Height: 4ft 8in

Weight: 80lbs

Eye Color: Green

Date of Birth: July 31st, 1980

Godfather: Sirius Orion Black

Godmother: Andromeda Tonks

Inheritance:

Title(s):

Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black (Instated By Will)

Lord of the Most Ancient House of Gryffindor

Lord of the Most Ancient House of Peverell

Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter

Lord of the Most Ancient House of Ravenclaw

Lord of the Most Ancient House Slytherin (By Right of Conquest)

There was a lot more information on the parchment as Harry had briefly skimmed through it before handing the parchment back to the goblin. He glanced over the document and nodded his head in acceptance.

"It appears we have much to discuss Mr. Potter." Harry could only nod his head in agreement as he had so many questions to ask. What were all those titles he apparently had? Was there any other inheritance he had? What happened to his godparents?

"First thing you should know is that I'm Ragnok the head goblin here at Gringotts. I personally handle all the important financial business that goes around here. That blood test you just took assured me of your identity as well as pulling up a record of your inheritance, titles, ownerships, etc. It's basically a magical file of everything financial related that you have attached to your name." Harry slowly digested the information.

"It seems here that you are the descendent of several prominent ancient wizarding families. To put it lightly, your name alone would make you the richest person in Magical Britain." Ragnok released a chuckle at Harry's stunned expression.

"Upon inheriting the fortune of these wizarding lines, you are now responsible for upholding the concerns as well. That's where the titles and lordships come into play." Ragnok spoke slowly so as to give the 7 year old enough time to comprehend his words. Taking a look back at the document, he continued on, "And you have quite a few ancient family lines to take care of."

"I don't get it. Why does it say so many families? I thought I was only a Potter, nothing less and nothing more." Harry's brow furrowed in confusion.

"Normally, you'd be working under the correct assumption. But it seems that your situation is quite the oddity. Your family line dates back as far Godric Gryffindor," Ragnok saw Harry's quirked eyebrow at the mention of the unfamiliar person and explained further, "He is one of the four founders of Hogwarts, along with Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff."

"If I'm a descendant of the Gryffindor line, then how come it says I inherited the Ravenclaw and Slytherin line?" Harry said after remembering some of the information from looking over the parchment earlier.

"It is not uncommon for descendents of wizarding families to intermarry with each other along the family line. It would only make sense how the line of Ravenclaw could have been passed down onto you. As for Slytherin, it seems you inherited it by the right of conquest."

"What does that mean?" Harry showed an unbridled amount of interest in the conversation at hand.

"Conquest succession is a wizarding custom dating back to the earliest times in the history of Magical Britain; It was used by extremely powerful wizards to claim the wealth of their opponents while simultaneously dishonoring their enemies. It's enacted when the head of two Ancient Families combat each other on three separate and fatal occasions and the same individual is defeated all three times. The ancient magic of the family lines will declare the defeated wizard as unable to uphold its protection and preservation and because of so, the financial and political influence of the family is imparted onto the conqueror. There are several stipulations in place to restrict the practice of this law however and because of the circumstantial nature of its existence, it hasn't been seen for at least 3 centuries now. That is, until Lord Voldemort attacked you and failed." Harry thought about all the goblin just told him for a few minutes before recognizing some inconsistencies.

"I'm only 7 years old Ragnok. How can I be the head of a house? And even if I was, Voldemort attacked me once. Didn't you say that for conquest succession to take place, the heads of both houses would have to face off 3 times?"

"When Ancient Families are down to the brink of extinction, the family magic is extremely volatile and protective in nature in order to protect the family line from dying out. With the murder of your father, you were left as the last descendent of several prominent family lines. It didn't matter that you weren't yet the head of house as you were the last standing blood member of the house. So when Voldemort attacked you that night, it was also an attack on the family line of Potter, Peverell, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw. When he failed, there must have been ancient magic at play that night that also claimed the line of Slytherin." Harry could only nod at his words. There was so much that Harry would have to learn about the Wizarding world but at least this was a significant start. Harry was silent for a few minutes before he remembered something that he read from the parchment,

"I have godparents?" He asked with a blank expression. On the inside, he was almost ready to burst with anger. This whole time he had godparents. They could have been taking care of him. He would've never had to go to the Dursleys at all. He could've actually had a decent childhood with a real family.

"Ah yes. Andromeda Tonks and Sirius Black. It seems here that Mr. Black has left a will. It would explain how you've inherited the title of Lord Black." He looked over the parchment once again.

"He left a will, as in... he's dead." Harry asked as realization poured into his expression.

"No no. Are you not familiar with what happened between Sirius Black and your parents?" The goblin gave him a curious glance.

"Err- unfortunately not. I was raised by my non-magical relatives and I've had no contact with the magical world until now. This is all new to me." Harry explained with a sheepish expression. The goblin nodded in understanding before explaining,

"During the war with the Dark Lord, your parents went into hiding for their safety. They used a fidelius charm, one of the strongest protections magic can offer. It's designed to completely conceal the whereabouts of a location. Any dwelling under the fidelius charm is absolutely invisible, intangible, unplottable, and soundproof to anybody outside of the charm. However, to keep the knowledge of its location hidden, there is a secret keeper who must harbor the secret within their soul. To gain access to any location that's being held under the fidelius charm, the secret keeper must willingly divulge the information to you. When James and Lily Potter went into hiding under the fidelius charm, they entrusted Sirius Black to be the secret keeper as he was your father's best friend since Hogwarts. Unfortunately for them, what they did not know was that Sirius Black was a secret follower of the Dark Lord and revealed the secret to him. Lord Voldemort found their house in Godric's Hollow and murdered them. On the same night, Sirius Black attacked and killed Peter Pettigrew, another longtime friend of your fathers, as well as 13 non-magical people. For his crimes of murdering Pettigrew and the others as well as betraying your parent's fidelius charm, he was thrown into Azkaban for life with no trial. Azkaban is a wizarding prison with heavy security protections set into place." He added the last part upon Harry's confused expression. Harry's first reaction was one of extreme rage at finding out that his parents were betrayed by someone they called a best friend before realizing a glaring problem.

"If Sirius Black betrayed my parents and he was a follower of Voldemort, then why did he leave the inheritance of the Black family upon me?" It was a logical question that made no sense. Harry, being the intelligent young boy he was, needed definite answers.

"That is a very valid question Mr. Potter. It is also one that I do not have enough information to answer." Ragnok admitted. Harry sat back in his seat and went into careful thought.

"There are some pressing issues that need your attention Mr Potter." Ragnok spoke up after a while.

"I'm all ears." Harry sat up, ready to listen to the Goblin's words.

"Usually a wizard would claim his inheritance when he comes of age. However, your situation is quite unique. Since you are the last living member of the Potter, Peverell, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw lines, Ancient Preservation laws make you eligible to claim emancipation whenever you choose to instead of waiting until you come of age. With legal emancipation, you will be able to have full access to the family finances and representation in the Wizengamot which is Magical Britain's court of law and parliament. However it requires you to take a wife and produce an heir for every family that you'll become the head of."

"Wait wait wait. I have to get married." Harry exclaimed incredulously. He was just 7 years old for pete's sake.

"Yes. In fact, you have to do it multiple times actually. You need to take preservation cautions for the lines of Potter, Peverell, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw specifically. The houses of Slytherin and Black only require wedlock."

"I'm only 7 years old." Harry said in a loud voice with a look of pure horror maring his face. The goblin chuckled at his expression before saying,

"Of course, you're not required to do so before you turn of age. It is merely a warning to do so before you turn 17, or the Ministry will be allowed to interfere with marriage contracts of their picking. I assume that would not be preferable for you." Harry sat back into his chair once more. He really didn't know how to feel about all this. All of this being forced upon him and he was so young. It's like the universe didn't want Harry's life to be his, something Harry took much annoyance in. All he wanted was to be free.

"With that being said, there are still a considerable amount of benefits that come with emancipation. One being that you would no longer be under the legal control of your magical guardian." It was like the goblin read Harry minds, being sympathetic for the 7 year old's plight. He could understand that Harry's freedom would be limited quite a bit with the marriages and child producing preservation acts being called into play.

"I have a magical guardian? Who is it?" Harry now had something else to be angry about.

"Albus Dumbledore." The goblin looked back at the parchment before peeking a glance at Harry again. He could see the very visible look of anger written across the little boy's face.

"And you said that if I become emancipated, I will no longer be under the control of Dumbeldore?" Harry was slightly shaking with fury. Here was the old man once again trying to control his life.

"Yes. It would separate him from your name as well as revoking any access he might have towards your wealth, despite how limited it may have been in the first place." The look of anger on the boy's face was now replaced with one of determination.

"I want to claim emancipation. How do I do it?" There was nothing else Harry needed to know about it anymore. He wanted to rid himself of the headmasters' influence as soon as possible.

"Repeat after me." Ragnok gave Harry a few lines to recite, which Harry did. Afterwards, Harry glowed with magic for the briefest of moments and was empowered by a foreign sensation.

"You are now emancipated Lord Potter, congratulations on your new statuses as the head of several prominent families." The goblin bowed his head in respect.

"Thank you Ragnok, but please call me Harry." Harry returned the gesture, leaving the goblin was left with a stunned expression. Ragnok showed a toothy smile in gratitude.

"Very well Harry. Now that you claimed your Lordships, the family rings will become available to you. All you need to do is to desire them to appear on your fingers and they will do as such." Harry did as the goblin instructed and the rings appeared, with three on each hand.

"Family rings hold a special power in the Wizarding World Harry. They are the embodiment of Ancient Family Magic and can serve multiple functions. I strongly advise you to do some research of your own into the capabilities of each family ring. Furthermore, look into the history of each family line to become acquainted with newly acquired political influence."

"Thank you Ragnok, but I'm not really sure where to start. How would I go about obtaining all that information?"

"I'm sure the bulk of what is expected of you to know can be found within your family library, chambers, studies, etc which are located in your respective family manors and other various residential estates."

"I have houses." Harry said in shock. He hadn't really considered where he was going to live until now. This new revelation did make things exponentially easier for Harry. "What else do I have?"

"Ah yes, here are the documents detailing the monetary values, properties, possessions, and wizarding stocks obtained by each family line. A brief skim over would do some justice." Ragnok handed Harry a scroll of parchment. Harry looked over for a few seconds before asking,

"What is the currency exchange rate between magical and non-magical Britain?"

"One galleon is equivalent to 5 pounds. 17 sickles also equal a galleon and 29 knuts equal one sickle."

"Holy shit." Harry muttered. It was literally unbelievable how rich Harry was.

Doing a single calculation in his head, the monetary value of the Ravenclaw family was equivalent to £619, 373,190. The part was even more mind boggling was the fact that that was the least wealthiest family out of the six that Harry was now the Lord of. Ragnok laughed at the young Lord's reaction to his extensive financial prosperity.

"Ah yes, you're finally understanding the financial influence that you now hold. It is quite a responsibility that was put onto you to come into your Lordships but I am quite sure that it is in good hands." Ragnok said in a fondly manner.

"If you don't mind me asking, how can you be so sure? I'm only 7 years old afterall." Harry knew a lot was expected of him and because of so, he was unsure about whether he'd be able to live up to them.

"Mr. Potter, I've worked in this fine establishment that we call Gringotts for over a century now. I am the head goblin and this position requires a great deal of experience to which I owe the better part of my life. In all my years of servicing the Wizarding bank, I've rarely seen a wizard who can comprehend as much as you have here today. It seems your intelligence exceeds that which should be considered normal for your age. You are very special Lord Potter, and I can only hope that you live out to become a beyond exceptional wizard in the near future."

"Thank you Ragnok. I will do everything in my power to live up to just that and make my ancestors proud." Harry solemnly said with a look of determination.

The duo spent the next couple of hours visiting the family vaults that Harry had requested to see. Afterwards, Ragnok gave Harry a wallet that allowed him to retrieve a selected amount of money from any one of his family vaults at any time so that Harry didn't have to keep coming back to the Gringotts bank every time he wanted some money. The wallet was charmed by blood magic so that it was unloseable and only Harry would be able to use it. After all necessities were discussed, Harry had asked the head goblin if it was possible to keep Dumbeldore out of the loop of what went on for the day, to which Ragnok was comfortable with. When their meeting, that went on for over 7 hours, had finally concluded, Ragnok informed Harry that the family rings will act as portkeys to their respective family residences. All Harry had to do was to desire where he was going, turn the dial on his ring one full time, and touch the center stone. Harry decided on visiting the Potter Manor first because he didn't know much about the other family lines and it was his last name so why not. By the time he arrived, Harry was much too tired to do any exploring. The longevity of the day was finally catching up to the 7 year old as it was quite easily the longest day, and week at that, that Harry has ever had in his young life. He looked for the most comfortable nearby place to sleep for the night and found his peace on a couch. The young Potter Lord quickly drifted off to sleep.