Hey guys and welcome to my first Harry Potter Fanfiction. It may be similar at parts to other WBWL fics, but I've tried to add my own bit of flair to the story. The story will cover Harry's journey through Hogwarts and will hopefully be interesting through the journey. Hope you enjoy. Also if you would like to Beta, message me please. Without further ado, my story.

Lightning flashed across the dark night sky immediately followed by the muffled boom of thunder. Long pale fingers caressed a wand as the rain poured buckets of water all over the ground. Despite being in the open, not a single drop of water reached the man whose gaze was set upon a small summer home in Godric's Hollow. The door opened and red eyes abruptly opened to see two figures leave the house only to disappear with a crack. His presence had been ignored completely due to the effects of an expertly cast Notice-Me-Not charm. The man felt their magical auras leave the area and only then did he allow himself to begin walking towards the home. The Potters were fools he grinned, they were fools in so many ways. Fools to leave their children unattended, fools to trust their friend Pettigrew, but above all, they were fools for refusing Lord Voldemort's gracious offer of joining him. And for that, they would pay.

The Dark Lord stepped through the door frame after unlocking it with his phoenix cored wand and immediately headed for the stairs. From what he had seen in Pettigrew's disgustingly weak mind, the children were kept upstairs in the nursery, he would waste no time in purging the children from the Earth. The Potter twins had to die.

Usually Voldemort would hesitate to kill a pureblooded child or a child belonging to a prominent magical bloodline such as the Potters, but the blasted fool Dumbledore had large plans for the twins. Plans that would prove his undoing if he wasn't careful. Dumbledore would try his best to turn them into his personal little weapons in the war, hoping to finally gain the strength to overthrow him. Usually Voldemort wouldn't care had he not learned about a prophesy given by the fraud of a Divination teacher.

Voldemort knew how incompetent Sybil Trelawney was and he was sure the Dumbledore did as well, so if Dumbledore was acting upon it by protecting the Potters; it meant he had a damn good reason to.

His faithful servant Severus Snape overheard the last part of the prophesy and relayed it to him. The prophecy stated that one of the twins or the Longbottom boy was to spell out his doom. So naturally Voldemort chose to kill them all ridding himself of the problem.

His musing came to an end as Tom Riddle came to the end of the hallway and regarded the door in front of him. Two names shimmered in gold and red; Harry and Arnold. Voldemort hissed in disgust at the blatant display of the Gryffindor pride. They were yet another display of weakness, another reason they had to die. Peal of laughter came from behind the door and the Dark Lord silently slipped inside, ready to show the world once again why the heir of Slytherin should be feared.

There were two cribs inside the room with a man standing in front of one of them holding a red haired child. He was throwing the child in the air and catching him as the infant let out peals of laughter at their little game. The man's wand lay forgotten on a nearby chair and all his attention was focused on the baby now in his arms. "All right cub, we've had our fun, but now uncle Moony is going to put you to bed, ok?" The infant just cooed and stuck his fist inside his mouth (A/N- Always did wonder how babies do that). The man's next words would prove to be his last. "Lily would never forgive me for keeping you from your sleep, so that's why-"

The words died on his lips as he was hit in the back with a killing curse, the man fell to the ground soundlessly dropping the infant in his arms to the ground. The infant cut open a gash on his shoulder as he landed on a sharp corner of his crib. If he had time to live, it would eventually cause a scar Voldemort mused. The child had also hit his head against the ground during the impact and hadn't moved since. Voldemort bent over and felt the infant's chest. He couldn't make out a heartbeat and happily turned to kill the other Potter twin.

He leaned over the crib and peered inside, the child was awake, but wasn't crying. Voldemort once more stretched out his wand and rested it against the second infant's forehead. "It is time to follow your brother into the void Harry Potter."

Saying the two feared words of the killing curse, a jet of green light escaped his wand and flew towards the oblivious infant. A flash of light occurred and a silver shield materialized in front of the boy and to the Dark Lord's horror, the curse rebounded upon him.

He fell to the ground writhing in pain as his body was ripped to shreds. The last thing he saw before he died was the second infant alive in swirling energy; accidental magic that must have protected his brother.

His last thoughts before his body disintegrated were a promise of vengeance. "Curse you Arnold Potter, I will have my revenge in this life or the next."

The Dark Lord died that day thinking that Arnold Potter had killed him, but he could not have been further from the truth. In fact Harry had been the one who had redirected the curse, and the accidental magic surrounding Arnold was from Harry who had brought his brother back from brinks of death. Little did Harry know that this action would cause his life to drastically change, and it was not going to be for the better.

Albus Dumbledore, Lily and James Potter hurried to their home at Godrick's Hollow after breaking through the Anti-Apparition wards that had most likely been placed by the dark Lord. When they caught sight of the house they momentarily stopped as they saw the door wide open and branded by the dark mark. While the two Potters rushed inside, Lily sobbing and James on the brink of tears, Albus Dumbledore was in deep thought. The Dark Lord seemed to have been able to find them even with all the precautions he had taken. Dumbledore sighed, it was no use to think of the Potter twins anymore, the Longbottom boy however might be able to fill in the role of the prophecy he mused silently. It would require a lot of training as well as obtaining legal guardianship of the child. But it shouldn't be too hard. Being the figurehead of the light had its advantages such as political connections and prestige.

Getting guardianship would require him to either ask Neville's grandmother or proving that the current guardian was unsuitable for taking care of the child. Dumbledore would try receiving guardianship civilly, but if push ever came to shove, he would do what it took to get what he want. Frankly getting the guardianship legally by asking Augusta had about a fifty percent chance going either way.

Dumbledore was broken out of his thoughts when he finally arrived in the nursery and opened the door to see the Potters both staring at the room in shock. All the color drained out of James's face as he regarded his friend on the ground. "Remus?" he croaked. "Remus! Moony? Moony it's me Prongs! Wake up Moony!"

At that moment James Potter remembered his children and if possible his face grew even whiter and he spun around tears running down his face. "The kids! Oh Merlin not the kids. The BASTARD!" he punched the wall. "I will kill-" He was stopped by his wife who was holding Arnold close to her body and then immediately rushed to Harry. "They're alive James!" Lily sobbed in relief "They're alive!"

With that James threw his arms over his family whom he had thought dead and hugged them; tears running down his cheeks. His wife's face mirroring his and they embraced. Then all in one moment the happiness of the situation was realized and James laughed in relief at the safety of his family. This action caused both the babies to wake up and Arnold broke out crying while Harry simply blinked sleepily.

They were broken out of their small family reunion by Dumbledore who cleared his throat. "Lily can I see Arnold for a moment?" The mother confused slowly handed her son over to the man who gave her a grandfatherly smile. "Thank you Lily."

Dumbledore waved his hand over the child and ran some diagnostic spells. It all seemed to add up. The child was surrounded by the aura of accidental magic and he could sense the Dark lords touch on the infant. That and the boy was found outside his crib, Dumbledore mused. In all likelihood Voldemort had killed Remus and picked up the first boy he had seen which had been Arnold Potter, he had then cast the killing curse which had rebounded upon him due to the accidental magic creating a shield of some sort. The smoldering robes of the Dark Lord showed traces of the killing curse further solidifying his theory. Seeing Lily and James looking at him expectantly Dumbledore coughed and handed the babe back to his mother. He adjusted his spectacles with a smile. "It seems like your boy here has defeated the Dark Lord and has fulfilled the requirements to become the Boy-Who-Lived." Disbelief but also pride shone on the parent's faces.

Dumbledore grimaced; here came the hard part. "He will need training which I can provide", he paused when he saw their worried expressions. "Voldemort (he ignored their cringes) will be back, and Arnold will need all the training he can get if he is to stand a chance at survival." The two parents looked each other and both slowly nodded in agreement.

"Alright Albus, you know what's best." Dumbledore clapped, "Excellent I am glad we worked it out." He shot them a grandfatherly smile with a twinkle in his eyes, "I will leave your family to recover, if you have any problems, don't hesitate to floo in." With that he stepped out the door and disappeared with a crack; content that all his plans were slowly moving together. Little did Dumbledore know however that he had set into motion events that would forever change Harry Potter's life.

Harry Potter felt his stomach rumble with hunger and he sadly regarded his twin riding the new broom he had gotten for his fifth birthday. The only thing wrong with this picture was that it was his birthday too.

To be honest, it didn't hurt as much this time. This wasn't the first situation where Harry had been ignored and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Usually Harry would be ignored in his household, unless he did something wrong that is. There were many things that the Potter's considered wrong; ranging from the way he talked to his brother or being in the way. His brother, Arnold enjoyed taunting and teasing him about the lack of love he received from his parents.

At first Harry had adamantly refused to believe him, but as time went on Harry indeed saw that his family did not need him… Nor did they particularly want him. He simply didn't fit in their picture of the perfect family.

So Harry steeled himself not to react to his parent's lack of love nor his twin's attempts at bullying him. Harry had long hidden his true self with a mask of indifference, one that he vowed to keep on at all times lest he be hurt again. And Harry kept it on until it slipped that fateful day.

It had been a few months after their birthdays and his parents were lecturing him about respecting his betters; namely his brat twin. Harry had finally snapped that day and years of indignation and anger came pouring out from being stored during the duration of his short life.

Harry learned that day that his parents didn't appreciate being yelled at. At all. As punishment they locked him away in the attic and told him that he would not come out until they saw fit for him to return.

After being thrown into the room, Harry spent the next ten minutes yelled at the top of his lungs at the injustice of it all, occasionally letting off flares of accidental magic fueled by his anger. After Harry grew tired of yelling, he slumped against a wall and simply lay there.

He waited for something to happen, anything; but the door didn't open and no one came. No one remembered, or they simply didn't care.

A day passed in pure boredom, then another and finally after three days had passed with no food or water, Harry lying on the ground too weak to move… Too weak to even think. His vision began blurring and he blacked out.

Harry woke up to the sound of faint murmuring "Harry Potter musts get up!" Harry jolted awake to see one of their house elves; Blink (A/N- The name of the house elf), holding a wet clothe tending to the scrape he had gotten when he had fainted from hunger. The delicious smell came from a plate he was holding in his other small hand. The plate was set before him and Harry immediately attacked the food, eating the entire thing in under a minute like a man possessed and finally leaned back with a content sigh.

"So they finally decided to feed me huh?" The small elf trembled and shook his head, fear in his large eyes. "No, Master Potter told us elves not to feed young Harry as punishment. Blink is a bad elf and didn't listen. He didn't want Master Harry to starve, so Blink brought his own food for Harry to eat because they would notice it gone in the kitchens." Harry blinked, his family wasn't planning to feed him at all, and did they know that he was going to starve to death?!

The elf meanwhile, was hitting his head against the wall in an act of self-punishment. Harry threw himself forward and grabbed the elf stopping the self-abuse. "Blink stop!" The elf stopped struggling as intense green eyes met large black ones. Harry sank the elf into a hug as tears streamed down his face. "Thank you Blink. Thanks for caring."

The elf gave him a toothy grin. "You are welcomes Master Harry Potter."

Harry waved his hand, something felt wrong to him in that sentence. "Don't call me Master in private anymore Blink." He touched the elf's shoulder and stood up "You are my one and only friend in this house. Please call me Harry." The small elf hugged the boy's leg and smiled looking up at him. "Alright friend Harry." His large eyes widened and he smiled as if remembering something. "Other elves be looking for Blink, Blink must go friend Harry." Harry nodded and the elf disappeared with a crack.

That day Harry had smiled genuinely for the first time in many months as he had made his first friend. House elves were bonded with the family heads and were ingrained to follow their orders, it must have been hard for Blink to go against his father's instructions like he did. Even more, Blink had sacrificed food out of his own plate just so he could eat.

A friend like this would be just what Harry would need to be happy… But fate however was a cruel mistress and before he knew it, his small joy would be snuffed out.

Harry had been let out the attic two days later and was finally given a meal, his parents half-heartedly apologized for forgetting about him but Harry found that he didn't care anymore. Harry wasn't angry, bitter or resentful anymore, he had a friend.

The next few months had been paradise for Harry finally having someone to talk to and share things with. Also the simple fact that Blink was willing to sacrifice his happiness for Harry's made Harry feel important and loved. The next few times Harry had been locked in the attic, his friend once again gave up his meals so that he could eat. But in this came the undoing of Harry's utopia and it all came crashing down at once.

The other house elves; still being completely loyal to Harry's father notified him that they didn't see Blink eating during the servant dinner while Harry was in the attic. They also told James Potter that during this time, he would take his plate, leave the area and teleport away. James Potter pieced the events together easily enough and waited outside the attic door as soon as the elf dinner started.

Sure enough the elder Potter heard a cracking noise on the other side of the door, followed by exclamations of jubilation. Two voices talking animatedly together, one noticeably being his younger son.

James Potter burst into the attic to see his son eating the house elf's food while conversing with it. Both disgusting prospects for any wizard he thought. Both the elf and his son stopped the conversation and gave him a frightened look.

"Blink," came the menacing voice of his father. "What are you doing with him?" The elf look terrified but nonetheless stood up as tall as he could and faced his master. "I is feeding Master Harry sir. To make sure he does not die."

"Did you not understand that I said no one is to feed him when he is punished?" Inquired the enraged man. The elf looked at his friend and faced back to his master. "Yes."

The man was stunned. "Yes? So you willingly disobeyed my orders?"

The elf simply looked at him again and gave him the same answer. "Yes."

James Potter looked like he was going to blow up in rage, but then settled down as an evil glint appeared in his eye. "Blink, this means clothes." The elf's eyes widened. "And after you are free I will put up a post in the newspaper saying you are a bad elf and warn other wizards of bonding you to themselves." The elf began crying. "I is a good elf, master not the clothes! Please not the clothes." The man just looked at him; face devoid of pity and threw a cloak that was resting on top of boxes to the now sobbing elf.

"I expect to see you out of here by tomorrow Blink, and you." James Potter fixed his eyes upon a cowering Harry, "Your mother and I will discuss your punishment for your hand in this." James Potter gave them a final look, scoffed and then left the room descending the stairs.

The elf sobbed all the harder as the door shut with a resounding slam. Blink groaned and fell into the hands of his friend whose eyes were also leaking tears. "Will I be able to see you again after you are gone? If you are in another house can I visit you? Why do they hate me so much!?" The elf wiped the tears from his eyes and stood up. "Blink needs to be bonded to a master to live. I am a bad elf who no one will bond with anymore, without a master Blink will die soon." Horrified Harry let out a choked sob. "Bond to me Blink, I will give you magic, just don't leave me!" Tears were going down his cheeks in a torrent. Blink put his hand on his friends head and a silver stream began coming out of his hand and began to enter Harry. The Potter boy smiled thinking that he was bonding but was then shocked to see Blink aging. "Blink what is happening!"

The elf smiled. "You is too young to become master and I would damage your magics if we bonded. If I is going to die, I is going to give my magics to you." The elf weakened, fell to the ground and Harry was initially stunned and his voice rose in pitch to near hysterics. "Blink!" The eyes shot open and focused on him. A small hand rose towards the boy who grabbed it tears freely falling. "I would die in a week friend Harry, with no magics. I want you to have this now while I is still having it. Serving friend Harry has been the greatest thing in my life, and one day you become great wizard." Harry clutched his hand. "I promise Blink." The elf's words shortened to gasps. "Is we friends H-H-Harry?" Harry cried at the injustice of life. "Y-Yes we're friends Blink, of course." The elf smiled and a content smile graced his lips and then coughed in pain "F-F-Friend H-Harry I is s-sorry I won'ts b-be there t-t-to see…" The elf gave a final cough and his eyes glazed over. Harry desperately shook his shoulder, this couldn't be happening.

"Blink… Wake up… We are going to have so much f-fun together… As friends…. Right?"

When the frail little body didn't respond, Harry lost it and his tears started all over again. That day something died inside Harry and it would take a long time, if ever to get over the death of his first and only friend. And some things simply never healed.

Seven months passed and after a period of mourning Harry finally began to feel that it was time to move on with his life. After the elf died he had personally buried his friend in the garden and after a few hours of toiling in the dirt, he finally made a grave. Blink would have liked it, he thought morbidly that day. Blink had liked anything Harry did simply for the fact that he was Harry.

He angrily wiped the tear that managed to escape from his eye and plastered a look of confidence on his features. Blink would have wanted him to get on with his life and Harry was going to make sure that he would become the strong wizard Blink believed he could be. Harry promised himself that he would never get too attached to anything again. Losing Blink tore out a part of Harry, and he vowed to never feel such pain again. The rest of the world would see no weakness; they would see his mask. He would be strong and he was going to honor Blink through his actions.

Though he was at the ripe age of five, Harry was much more intelligent than most kids his age. He enjoyed reading and had a hunger for knowledge. To become a wizard he would need a wand, which disheartened him at first but he consoled himself by absorbing as much as he could about subjects that didn't require a wand such as potions.

Unbeknownst to him though, Blink's magical transfer had unlocked the ability to use wandless magic as well as the natural apparition all house elves had. It would take a certain event for him to become aware of it.

Harry's wandless ability manifested itself accidentally and he was lucky no one had witnessed him using it. He had been reading up on charms and spells to at least try and understand the theory in the magic completely. He hoped that having some knowledge of the spells beforehand might improve his spellcasting and control when he was able to get a wand. He had long finished texts on potions; and the mind magics such as occlumency required about third year knowledge of magic to start. So he was stuck reading charms, not that it wasn't interesting. It just would have been easier and more engaging if he were able to practice them.

Harry had been reaching for a text on a particularly high shelf when his foot slipped causing him to fall. When he fell he shouted the first words that had come to his mind "Wingardium leviosa!"

The levitating charm he shouted halted his fall and kept him suspended in the air. He remembered it due to his parents using it to hang up his brother's decorations the previous year for their fifth birthday. To his surprise and immense relief, he looked down to see he had stopped about a foot (30 cm) from the hardwood floor. Harry focused on the spell and felt a trickle of magic slowly leaving his core to sustain the magic. Elated at the fact that he had managed to cast a spell, he released it, forgetting momentarily he was still in the air falling the remaining distance to the ground with a thump.

The fall opened a gash on the back of his head and Harry whispered a small healing charm his mother occasionally used on cuts through the pain.

To his surprise the wound covered over and disappeared with the pain as if it had never been there.

That day Harry passed out from the sheer amount of spells he had cast. He had drained his magic core completely dry and woke up near midnight. Harry wasn't deterred about him fainting, he rather continued his private studies to slowly develop his magic core day by day until he could cast a large amount of very simple spells without getting tired.

His family more or less began to leave him alone as most of Harry's passing moments were spent in the family library. He could spend hours around the dusty tomes, learning about anything and everything he could understand. Harry dedicated as much time as he could to learning spells and charms from the treasure trove of knowledge he had at his disposal. He found it somewhat difficult to learn spells without a wand, but constant perseverance allowed him to finish the entire first year curriculum of Hogwarts by his sixth birthday. Though Harry was disappointed that he couldn't do more complex spells, he assured himself that for his age, he was well ahead of anyone else. Two more years passed and Dumbledore deemed it time to start training his little weapon. His parents were elated and his mother prated about how well Arnold would do in his studies at Hogwarts having prior magic tutoring.

His parents gushed over Arnold who as usual basked in the attention that he was getting. Usually afterwards, Arnold would have come to rub it into Harry's face, but Harry had stopped reacting to him long ago. Harry really didn't care that he wasn't learning magic with Dumbledore, he was doing fine on his own without him. Harry felt slightly smug that he had better control over magic wandlessly than his brother who had been given his wand early for training.

From what he heard, the wand that his brother had received from Olivander's had been the brother to Voldemort's wand; phoenix feather and holly, the makings of a fine wand by anyone's standards. For some odd reason, Arnold getting this particular wand seemed to please Dumbledore to no end and the old man kept murmuring about a bond when he thought no one was listening.

Listening to this gave Harry the uncomfortable feeling that the old man had his own agenda and wasn't above doing underhanded things to further himself. Usually Harry would try and stay as far away as he could from Dumbledore and his manipulative meddling, but Dumbledore was very close to the rest of the family and there was a good chance of simply meeting him in the halls in the morning.

Knowing this, Harry set up a few precautions such as silencing and notice me not charms. Harry didn't doubt the fact that Dumbledore was a very powerful magician, and he could probably break the charm with no effort if he knew it was there. But the beauty of wards were that you had to be aware of a ward in order to break it, and since Harry was eight years old Harry was sure he wasn't under any suspicion.

Of course just because Harry wasn't a suspect didn't mean that he would leave it to chance to find him out, but as long as Dumbledore remained oblivious to his magical training, he would continue practicing. The moment Harry would feel that Dumbledore was getting suspicious, he would stop and resume once it was safe.

More years passed and Harry had amassed an armada of knowledge. He had mastered countless texts from his family library and was finishing with the mind magic of occlumency. At first he had gotten multiple headaches when learning the art of controlling and shielding his mind, but as time went by he got stronger and the mind defenses came easier to him. The book he was studying on the subject recommended just simple shields to be put into place to prevent intrusion to memories. Harry however thought it was very basic and took it one step further. The method the book used would literally be a battle of strength with one person battering endlessly at another's shields while the other hoped his defense would hold. Also a person would be able to tell if he had training in occlumency, and it was a talent like so many others that Harry would rather keep quiet

Harry decided to create two parts of his mind. The first was a false mind that would appear to anyone trying to intrude without his permission. To a person using mind magic on him, it would look like an untrained mind without any barriers. In this section he put false memories and thoughts of an average kid his age would have and hid his knowledge of spells and magic in another part of his mind entirely. In this part of his mind he envisioned the entire Potter estate. He entered the front doors of his house and lay down traps and guardians such as enchanted sets of armor to prevent and fight off intruders from getting to his real outer thoughts and memories. His real memories were hidden in the library; fitting since that was where he spent all his time. The memories were hidden in his favorite book and Harry bitterly noted that no one would know it. All the other texts were charmed to grow sharp teeth after an intruder chose the wrong book and attack until pain would cause him or her to retreat from his mind. The book, like all others would be blank and would only reveal his secrets after the password 'Blink' or if the caster somehow would manage to overwhelm the years of shields surrounding it. Harry, having control over his mind would be able to access the book of memories at any time as well as choose what he wanted to appear in his false mind. His enemies however would have to first bypass the illusion of his false mind and would have to find his memories inside the manor all the while avoiding his traps that would cause pain, confusing, teleportation to the entrance of the manor and so much more.

By the time Harry was satisfied with his mind's security (it had taken years of practice and meditation to reach that level, four to be exact) it was a week before his and his twin's eleventh birthday. By then Harry had read most of the books in the library and was able to cast spells with frightening power and accuracy, so much in fact that his magic practices had to be moved miles into the woods surrounding his house after he had accidentally overwhelmed the mansion's natural silencing wards. Harry thanked his lucky stars that his brother had been practicing the noise charm with Dumbledore at the time. His parents hearing the sound, rushed out to congratulate their son on how powerful his spell had been. The wards had been repaired and the story told so many times to friends that it sickened him.

Birthdays weren't really anything special for Harry and he figured that it almost had no use proclaiming it was his birthday since he shared birthdays with his git of a brother. But for this year however, his parents had gone out of their way to lavishly decorate the manor as well as invite a multitude of people to celebrate it with them.

According to tradition, the first coming of age which was eleven years old of an old pureblood family child or in this case children, required the family to invite other families of similar seniority. There were quite a few guest that wouldn't have been here otherwise, especially the Malfoys. Harry noted that the always prim and proper Malfoy family only talked to other pureblood families and ignored any half-bloods or muggleborns who had tried to approach them for one reason or the other. Any reporters were also waved away with threats to sue. They simply shrugged and would go to find the star of the party.

Reporters were already flocking all over the Boy-Who-Lived who stood and basked in the attention he was receiving. Near him stood members of the Weasley family, if their glaring red hair was anything to go by; who were in different stages of hero worship. One boy was enthusiastically shaking Arnold's hand while a girl with braids was hiding behind her mother her face as red as her locks. The other members of the family were smiling while talking animatedly to their hero. Dumbledore was standing nearby smiling but mumbling under his breath, Harry used the listening charm he had learned from a fifth year textbook and caught the last few words. "-friends with a light family." The man stopped talking and Harry released the spell with a small wave of his hand. So this man really is running the scenes and they are letting him. He wants to be able to control Arnold through his friends; Harry realized. He regarded all the Weasley member's new robes and gave a scoff. At least they were paid enough to get new clothes for tonight's party.

The Weasley's state of finances was no secret to anyone, so seeing the entire family in decent robes for once and Dumbledore's comments about 'making friends with a light family' instantly made Harry suspicious. He wouldn't put it past Dumbledore to do something like this.

Harry decided he would try and avoid the man at school at all costs. The last thing he would need would be for Dumbledore to recruit him as his brother's sidekick.

His eyes briefly met those of the headmasters and briefly felt a presence in his fake mind. Alarmed he put in a few memories of him enjoying the party as well as being happy for his brother's birthday. Outside he put a wide smile on his face. The probe disappeared radiating feelings of satisfaction and relief. Harry turned and found the punch table and poured himself some juice while pondering what happened. The headmaster tried to invade my privacy! Seeing how he is willing to do it in a room full of purebloods who most likely have shields around their minds he most likely has no qualms about using it at school.

Harry pondered about the obvious relief he felt from the headmaster's mind probe. The man had left his occlumency shields relaxed obviously not expecting Harry having any training. In doing so his emotions overflowed, allowing Harry to see the headmaster's feelings. The satisfaction was probably after finding that he seemed to worship his brother like the rest of the wizarding world, the relief however probably was because he made it appear that he didn't resent his family for being ignored. Harry fabricated the memories which more or less said that he understood his family's actions for neglecting him. The old fool fell for it hook, line and sinker. Harry thought with satisfaction.

Harry's line of thought was broken as the punch bowl levitated in the air and poured its contents all over him dousing him in cold juice. Harry lifted his head to see his brother whose wand was pointing in his direction howling in laughter. Beside him his mother and Sirius were laughing and his father was clapping his brother's shoulder probably congratulating his brother on a prank 'well-done'. The Weasleys were also laughing with the exception of the father who looked simply uncomfortable and shocked at Arnold's actions.

The Weasley children were in hysterics and the redhead his age was congratulating Arnold saying the prank was better than anything that his twin brothers could come up with. The two twins in question after hearing this grinned and waved their wands as well; and before Harry knew it, the two other punch bowls came flying at him as well. Harry was soaked and chilled to the bone and there wasn't a single dry spot left on his body. A moment of hushed silence momentarily ensued. The two twins bowed low and stretched their wands out with identical smiles on their faces. "If you want pranks or trouble, the Weasley twins will make it double!" They said together in sync. At this the rest of the room burst into laughter as well and even a few reporters trained their cameras on him. Harry didn't say anything and saw red flash across his vision and he had to stop himself from cursing everyone in the room to stop them from laughing at him.

He was clenching his hands so hard that his nails were drawing blood which slowly dropped off his palms in small streams. All of a sudden he something on his head and he looked up to see Mr. Weasley using a cloth to wipe the juice off his face. The man's face was red in shame and anger, "I am so sorry, Harry was it?" Unsure Harry nodded slowly. "The twins and the Potters have always enjoyed pranking but they do not know when or where to stop, I sincerely apologize Harry, they will be punished."

"But Arnold won't be." Harry mumbled angrily.

"What did you say?" Mr. Weasley inquired not hearing him. Harry's anger was fluctuating and was going to come out if he didn't do something. Mr. Weasley seemed like a decent person and Harry didn't want to blow up at the family head for something his sons had done. Harry delved into his mind and wrestled the anger down which shrieked at him to let it go free. He entrapped the emotion in a few occlumency shields to prevent it coming out for at least a couple minutes or so.

He looked up at the man and managed to plaster a smile on his face. "It's fine Mr. Weasley, it was a harmless prank, I'm not hurt." The man had a confounded look on his face as if he didn't really believing that Harry wasn't angry. He then cleared his throat and smiled. "Call me Arthur Harry."

Harry nodded "I have to go change out of these robes sir, if you'll excuse me." Mr. Weasley shot him an uncertain smile and nodded. "Alright then, I'll see you later Harry." Harry just waved and then once out of sight of the party ran out of the manor and into the woods.

When he reached a clearing and made it out of ear shot, he cast a few silencing wards and let out a roar of rage as the occlumency shields he placed around the emotion shattered under the anger's constant battering of its prison. Eight large columns of flame erupted from the ground and mashed together to take the form of a large dragon who mirrored all of Harry's actions. When Harry yelled, the dragon let out a roar and began dousing the surrounding area in liquid flame. The nearby trees immediately burnt into a crisp and a small pond nearby evaporated from the extreme heat.

Finally after about a minute, the dragon behind Harry gave a final roar and shrank down until it disappeared from sight leaving the smell of sulfur behind.

Harry blinked as the film of red slowly disappeared from his vision and he regarded the destroyed clearing around him. It had been a while since he had lost control like that; and since then he had learned some pretty powerful spells such as the Infernouous Spell. He had found it in a dusty tome in the back of the library while browsing one day. It was particularly powerful spell that fed on the emotion of the caster rather than his or her magic. The form it took depended on the intensity and type of emotion the caster had. The old text contained other spells that would be considered dark in nature; frankly Harry was surprised that the book was in his library in the first place. The Potter's had an aversion to everything dark, usually a book like this would be burned.

Using the spell had been the fastest way to burn through his emotions… literally and had left him feeling somewhat drained. Letting out a huge sigh Harry began trekking back to the manor while casting cleaning charms on his robes.

Harry had recently mastered the art of silent casting as well as strengthened his wandless ability. Not being able to be seen casting a spell gave Harry pleasure at sending undetectable tripping curses at his ass of a brother. Especially at the most embarrassing of moments.

Speaking of embarrassing, Harry had revenge to spell out. The Weasley twins would be punished, Harry didn't doubt Mr. Weasley's words, but his brother still had a score with him, and he planned to settle it.

Harry stepped back into the manor just in time for the cutting of the cake. It was traditional to make the first cut with a knife and his brother was already on his way to cut the chocolate cake from the prestigious 1242 Magical Sister's Bakery. Those were worth three hundred galleons at least. A smile was on Arnold's face as well as a bit of drool on his lips as he walked closer to his dessert. He and that Weasley boy deserved each other when it came to table manners, they were both pigs.

Cameras were flashing as the savior of the wizarding world stalked towards the helpless cake, in fact with an evil smirk Harry thought it looked too helpless and decided to help the cake out by discretely hitting it with a series of complex spells.

Cameras zoomed in on Arnold as he picked up the knife and stood in front of his dessert. The moment the knife touched the cake however, a mouth opened in the cake like a hinge and two arms made of frosting pushed the Boy-Who-Lived into its chocolaty maw. The party watched the event in stunned silence as the cake ate the boy and after he disappeared from sight, the cake as if having a mind of its own, got off its pedestal and grew two legs. It then proceeded to leisurely walked out of the room as if nothing happened.

Silence reigned in the room and was slowly broken by the sound of laughter coming from none other than Lucius Malfoy. The rest of the room immediately flew into action as the Potters ran out of the room followed by the cameras and anyone else trying to help his brother out of the predicament.

Harry shot a tripping spell at the front of the crowd and immediately the entire group fell into a heap tripping over one another as the momentum carried them forward.

The spells he had placed was quite the achievement and Harry was proud that he had managed to make it work so well. The first spell animated the cake into a semi-living object, while the next series of spells transfigured the cake to allow it to grow a mouth, hands and legs. The final spell was a mix of a speed and an avoidance charm commonly used for snitches but modified to fit the body of the cake. If everything worked correctly, the cake should soon gain some speed after its initial walk out the door and lead the adults on a chase. Harry was hoping it would last at least ten minutes or so.

Seven minutes later, Arnold stumbled back into the room covered head to toe in his own Birthday cake followed by the adults who looked either irritated or amused about the entire ordeal. Arnold's face was red in anger as Dumbledore cleaned him up and immediately demanded for the old wizard to find out who was responsible. Dumbledore after analyzing the goop on the boy for a few minutes declared that the magical energy had long faded and it would be impossible to find the culprit. This prompted the Boy-Who-Lived to throw a fit until he was finally calmed down with the prospect of his presents.

The present giving affair was long and painful and it disgusted Harry that people treated his brother so reverently even after the cake episode. But not everyone was like that and many of them snickered when he wasn't looking. The Malfoys in particular looked like the cats who caught the canary the rest of the party and seemed to enjoy the festivity a lot more after the event.

Harry chose not to stick around anymore after that, and spent the rest of the day in the library studying texts. He was in the middle of "Advanced Transfiguration for a Strong Wizard" when he heard roars of exclamation from the party. Probably got a great gift from someone, the slimy git, he guessed.

But Harry's confusion was cleared up as the next minute a brown specked owl flew into the library with a letter with the Hogwarts crest on its front clutched in its talons, most likely the cause of commotion in the party room.

Harry didn't go back down to the party after that and continued reading texts until he deemed it was time to go to bed, his parents had mentioned a trip to Diagon Alley the next day and he wanted his supplies as well. His parents were just as likely giving him no money as it was likely him getting ten times less spending money than his brother. Harry lay in his bed and cast the darkening charm and quickly fell asleep.

A/N- Well, here it is guys. As I said I would like a Beta reader, so if someone would like to do so it would be much appreciated. Next chapter will be about Harry's journey to Diagon Alley and him getting ready for Hogwarts. Also next chapter I will be accepting idea's for pairings so stay tuned and make your voices heard. As for now I would like to know whether I have any major inconsistencies with the book. I haven't read the Harry Potter series in a while so I decided to experiment and play around with my world. Anyway till next chapter!

-lolmak (Thy trusty author and friend :P)