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Five figures left the shadows after Albus Dumbledore left the newly proclaimed boy-who-lived on his relatives doorstep of Number 4 Privet Drive. Four of them, two men and two women, where grey and translucent while the fifth was a shimmering silver woman in a flowing gown.
"Blood wards my arse! That man is trying to create a weapon for himself!"
"Hush Godric, the Muggles could hear you."
"Let them hear him! Then maybe the child would be brought up properly!"
"Godric, Salazar, we cannot interfere until the boy is 17 and comes into his inheritance. At least the old fool doesn't know he is all our heirs. He only knows that he is Godric's."
The four ghostly figures continued to argue while the fifth knelt next to the basket and smoothed the hair off the infant's brow. He glowed briefly before opening his startling green eyes and giggled at her.
"Fear not my Lords and Ladies, for on him I bestow my protection. He will not fall for the manipulations of men for as long as my foundations stand." Her voice was a lilting combination of the four.
The ghosts of the four founders of Hogwarts stopped arguing and looked at the Spirit of their school as she rose from where she was kneeling. She placed her hand on the house and it too glowed with the shimmering silver light.
"Now he shall have no fear of those who dwell within these walls."
The tallest, a woman, glided to him. She looked down on Harry Potter and smiled at him.
"Do not worry little one, my guardian shall come to you on your eleventh birthday, she shall protect you and be a loyal friend. Trust in her judgment." Rowena Ravenclaw passed her hand over little Harry, causing him to glow a deep blue. "He shall learn knowledge and remember it perfectly; these are the only gifts we can give him until he comes into himself."
The other three nodded in agreement with her and floated off into the shadows, followed by Rowena and the Spirit of Hogwarts.
Petunia Dursley shot up in bed with a haunting voice in her head. She shivered as cold shot up her spine and shrugged it off as a bad dream before lying back down. She tossed and turned as the words repeated in her head, and she tried to forget the vacant voice of her sister that spoke them.
"Remember that he shall awaken and you shall know vengeance upon yourself and your family."
The years past for Harry. He knew he was special, what his "family" called freakish. He learned from a very young age to not let on that he could read and remember any book he got his hands on. The pain of his Uncle's abuse taught him to hide the fact that he was much smarter than his whale of a cousin, and after meeting Hagrid on his eleventh birthday he knew that the school he was going to would be no different.
He perfected his mask for the school of the frightened and naïve little kid and learned how to hid his true feelings and thoughts from a book of Occlumency he found in the library his first year. He let the anger he felt continue to grow through his years at Hogwarts, the initial connection he felt with the castle his first time entering it suddenly started to dull after he saved Ginny in the Chamber. His magic also started to be harder to reach than it was before he went to school.
He continued to pretend for Dumbledore until it caused him to loose the one adult in his life that was there only for him. After Dumbledore and Snape had cost him Sirius, Harry decided it was time for them to learn what Harry was truly capable of.