I Am Not A Potter Chapter Two

Summary: Harry's life was overshadowed by his sister, Katrina Lilith Potter, who was suppose the Girl Who Lived. When Harry was 4, his little brother, Steve arrived. The Potter couple took this chance to kick Harry out. Harry was abandon in the St. Mary orphanage. After a happy year spending in the Johnson family, Harry was again sent to an orphanage because a fire that took his foster parents away. Later adopted by the Noir family, Harry became a spoiled prince.

A/N: Hi there! Sorry I didn't updated, I had some writer's block...

Name Meanings: Bai means white in Chinese. (I think.)

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"Why not remove James Potty's blood? He is much more repulsive!" The child spat at the mention of his blood father's name. "Ryu, you need to know that the Potters are a really old and wealthy family, it is rumored that their bloodlines could be traced to one of the Hogwarts founders. We can't stand having muggle blood flooding in our precious blood! We…"

"Oh! So you can't stand me!" "Be reasonable, my son." Guthrie Noir began in a soothing tone. "I am being reasonable!" The boy shouted.

"My dear son, why I am spending time to argue with you anyway? Now suit yourself and hurry to Dark Arts Practice." Noir Senior pushed his own silvery locks behind his ears and left the room with his servant.

'What? Dark Arts Practice? My father actually expect me to have a lesson after that painful ritual? What is he thinking?' A angered Etienne Guthrie Ryu Noir shouted for his maid, "Alana!"

"What does Mister need me for?" A young Chinese woman appeared out of nowhere and did a curtsy to Ryu. "Why I have to take Dark Arts Practice? Why I have to take lessons at all?" Ryu buried his head under his arms and asked. Alana put a comforting hand on her master's back, "You need to grow up, Mister. Have you ever think about your life after you reached the age of maturation? Master Guthrie will not take care of you forever, every wizards have their own date of death, the gift of immortality is very extinct." "Alright… Alright… You win. I don't need a depressing speech before this already depressing Dark Arts practice." Ryu looked at his friend and servant then threw his hands up in the air in the sign of surrender. The dark-haired girl smiled at her young master and indicated Ryu to follow her, "This way, Mister Ryu, please follow me." The young boy slided down his seat and followed Alana to the training hall.

The Dark Arts teacher was a scrawny, British man with a cold, emotionless face. "Good morning, Mr. Noir. As you might know, my name is Severus Snape and I will give you assistance in learning Dark Arts, how to defend against it and Forbidden Arts until you depart for your school when you are eleven." The man spoke in perfect French. Ryu nodded sternly and said, "Same to you. May I ask what will we be studying, Mister." "Feel free to call me my given name Severus in private, but please refer me as Mr Snape in public." "The same applies to you, Severus." Ryu smirked. Severus smirked back, 'Your father had informed me your progress on studying earlier, but I would like you to demonstrate your skills before I teach you a new spell.' He paused to see a reaction in Ryu. The boy nodded and gestured the older wizard to continue. 'Please show me the most advanced spell you know in each subject, Ryu."

The young boy stood in silence, his mind swirling with every single spell his father had taught him. 'Slowness will do you no good, Ryu.' Severus sneered in a arrogant attire. Ryu lips were more than anxious to move, but his hands hesitated. 'What are you waiting for?' Severus raised an eyebrow. Ryu turned to his teacher, 'The spells I will perform are offensive. Where should I perform them on, Severus?' Severus held a half-smile on his face for a second or two, 'Thoughtful, I must say.' Severus pointed his wand to the floor far from him and Ryu and transmuted a mannequin. Severus nodded to the boy, instructing him to start.

Ryu deep breathed, then level his wand with the mannequin, 'Anataga Atsuidesu!' He whispered. A deep orange light was targeted on the human-like doll, as it touched the fiber surface, it turned into a flame and set the mannequin on fire. The doll became a pile of ashes after only one minute. 'The famous Unavoidable Flame, a very cruel Dark Art, not giving the opponent one chance to block. Efficient, but it can be improved.' Snape casted a cleaning spell uninterestedly and made another mannequin.

Snape pointed his own wand toward the mannequin, with a small wave, the mannequin burst into flame like the previous one but was down to nothing in an eye blink. Ryu gasped, 'How did you do that?' Snape smirked at the boy, 'I've seen that Guthrie hasn't teach you how to cast spell without words or wand yet.' 'He certainly hasn't.' Ryu stared at the place the mannequin had once stood. Severus transfigured a human-size doll again and motioned the eight year old to move on.

Ryu found the rest of the lesson way more interesting than what he though a class should be. Severus had been impressed by his Mollicion curse and pleased by his Black Patronus, which shifted into an Unicorn with piercing aquamarine eyes.

Severus had taught him only one spell, the Asphyxiatus spell seals the victim in a transparent case and fills it with sand, causing the victim to suffocate slowly and leads the victim to death.

With sweats adorning his body, Ryu hurried to the Herbal Garden to meet an old woman from China with silvery hair, her name was Bai. The dual had studied many Chinese herbs and brew some herbal tea from the plants Bai grew.

That night, with tiredness shadowing his mind, Ryu thought that... Perhaps, having mentors would not be so bad.

'We need to find the boy, Minerva.' A bearded old man said, shuffling the parchments in front of him. 'Why, Albus? None other than yourself told the Potters to abandon Harry!' The wrinkled woman sitting in front of him asked, one eyebrow raising, 'You don't afraid that he would turn dark?' Albus shook his head, a small forced smile decorating his face, 'Sybil had another prophecy. Young Katrina cannot defeat the Dark Lord without his help. Harry perhaps will be the prophesied Prince of Darkness, but there is a chance for him not to be, and to help Katrina with her trainings instead. While Katrina is gifted with endless power and numerous abilities, Harry is given the knowledge how to train her.' Minerva frowned, 'What is the prophesy, Albus? Would you care telling me?'

Albus sighed, 'It's not time yet, Minerva. It's not time yet.' Minerva questioned, suspecting what was the elderly Headmaster going to do, 'What is the purpose of telling me this, Albus? You don't expect me to find him, do you?'

Albus nodded at his colleague, 'Indeed, Minerva. You are my most trusted friend, I believe only you could find little Harry.' Minerva gulped, 'How could I, Albus? The Potters were more than glad to rid of him! Merlin knows where they put him?'

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