Summary: This is smart! Powerful! Ravenclaw! Harry; How would the wizarding world react to a Boy Who Lived who is much different from what they expected? One that is set to change the course of the magical world forever? Grey Harry; Manipulative! Dumbledore; Harry/Daphne
Rating: M
Word Count: 236,440
Status: Complete
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12246163/1/Harry-Potter-and-the-Lightning-Lord
Chapter 1: Chapter 1
A house elf popped into the large room and opened the curtains and windows to let the sunlight in. He then proceeded to the bathroom to fill the tub with water and keep all the toiletries where they were needed and popped out of the room. An eleven-year-old boy sleeping on a large four poster bed flinched as the sunlight hit his face. He stretched and slowly got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to finish his morning chores. He then came out and went out to the balcony to look at the view outside. Watching the landscape around Potter Castle always soothed him. He then went inside, wore a pair of track pants and running shoes. This was a daily ritual for the young boy, as he ran around the property that was around the magnificent castle. After an hour of exercise, he went back to his room for a bath. As he relaxed, the boy, Hadrian Potter, better known as Harry, started thinking about how he ended up where he was.
Flashback
Harry Potter was a weird child. That was the consensus among everyone in Privet Drive, Surry. The people of the neighbourhood were told by the Dursley family that the boy was orphaned due to the car crash that killed his drunken bum of a father and his whore of a mother. Seeing the child in ragged clothes and listening to the stories sprouted by Petunia Dursley, they believed him to be a delinquent. But no one knew the real story that went on inside Number Four, Privet Dive. No one knew that Harry Potter was verbally, emotionally and physically abused there. They all thought that Vernon and Petunia Dursley and their son Dudley the perfect family. How wrong they were.
Since he was very young, Harry Potter knew that he was different. He could remember all his experiences and recall them with perfect clarity. He could remember information in books with complete recollection. Because of this, he was also a very smart child. But as much as he tried, he couldn't remember his life before his second birthday.
He also knew that strange things happened to him. Things his relatives called 'freaky'. He really hated that word. His relatives called him nothing but 'boy' or 'freak'. His bedroom was a small cupboard under the stairs. Since he was three years old, he was ordered to weed the garden or clean the house. The fact that he was so little, that he was a baby was lost to the so called adults. He was given a meager amount of food while his fat whale of a cousin could eat as much as he liked. Harry was also hated by his relatives because he could speak fluently and could read while their precious Diddykins could not.
But that's when the trouble started. When he started school at the age of four, he was given Dudley's cast offs for clothes. When he started school, the school teacher started the roll call. When she asked for Harry Potter, the boy, who until then didn't know his name suddenly had a recollection where he answered and said that his name was Harry. How he knew this, he didn't know. But he knew he would be in trouble with his aunt and uncle. And he was right.
And that's when the beatings began. Uncle Vernon was furious that the freak knew his name without them telling him. He was beaten and locked the cupboard for two days without food. It was during this time that Harry started meditating. He saw it briefly when his aunt was flipping through the channels on the telly. He wanted to find out what happened to his parents and how he ended up in this hell called the Dursley Residence.
Over the next couple of years, the strange things continued. The hair of the teacher who was yelling at him turned blue, and he had no idea how that happened. Once, when Dudley and his gang were chasing him, for their game of Harry Hunting, he ended up on the school roof with no knowledge of how he got there. When his Aunt Petunia shaved him bald, except for a small fringe to cover his scar on his forehead, it miraculously regrew itself overnight. And of course, after every beating, his bones would be healed the next day.
But the beatings only increased. Harry was blamed for everything that went wrong. He was slapped if he had a sad face as Dudley didn't want to be around a sad person. He was beaten badly if he ever dared to smile. So Harry learned to control his emotions. He used his meditation techniques he'd been practicing for the last few years to control his facial expressions to keep a blank face. So people started calling him a robot. But what people didn't know was that Harry started recollecting memories from when he was a baby. He didn't know what to think about this new revelation. His parents were magical. They were murdered. As much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn't run away. He didn't fancy living on the streets. So he spent most of his free time at the library as Dudley would never enter the place. He thought he could bear it for some more time, and hope that the people he had seen in this memories would come for him. But then everything changed a month before his seventh birthday.
Uncle Vernon was hosting dinner for his boss and his wife. He was looking for a promotion. Harry was ordered to stay in this cupboard and not make a sound. But what Vernon and Petunia didn't know was that Harry had started experimenting with magic since he found out about it almost a year earlier. He started small like levitating things in his cupboard. It was initially very hard, but he persevered. Since that incident where he appeared on the school roof, he started experimented with disappearing and appearing somewhere else. He had only been able to manage that particular feat two weeks earlier. He found out that he could also sense when someone was lying to him (the Dursleys gave him good practice for that one as they always lied about his family). This time, he was furious. He was locked in the cupboard for a week and was starving. He decided that revenge was in order, damn the consequences.
When Mr. and Mrs. Mason arrived, they sat in the living room. Uncle Vernon was busy flattering them and praising his son. Harry was inside the cupboard, eyes closed and concentrated on what was happening outside. He then pushed with his magic, hoping it would work. And it did! Dudley farted loudly. The living room was silent. Petunia turned pale. Before she could do anything Vernon farted too, and a wet lump formed in his pants. His face became purple but the Masons decided that they would visit another time and left hastily just as Petunia too farted loudly.
Vernon's face turned red. He knew who was responsible for this. And that freak was going to die today and damn the consequences. He opened the cupboard. "What have you done you freak?" he bellowed. "I will not tolerate your freakishness in my house any longer! You have gone too far this time!"
He took out his belt and pulled the little boy out of the cupboard. "Today I'll end your miserable existence you freak", Vernon whispered. He started hitting and kicking the small boy with as much force as he could muster. He took his belt and started whipping him. Harry screamed, but Vernon punched him so that his nose broke and a few teeth fell out. He broke Harry's arms and legs and started choking him.
"You will learn your lesson you freak. You are nothing but a useless waste of space. We should have left you in an orphanage after your useless parents died. It's time you learned your place boy!"
Harry started fighting back. He couldn't breathe. He concentrated on his magic and the resultant force pushed Uncle Vernon to the wall. Enraged, Vernon took a kitchen knife on the counter and rushed towards the boy. Harry panicked but the movement caused the knife to impact his stomach. Blood poured out the wound. His vision went blurry and he banked out.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Vernon panicked. Had he truly killed the boy? He felt for a pulse, but in his haste and panic, he couldn't find one. He took the boy and stuffed him back in the cupboard. He would have to decide what to do before the freaks realised what had happened. As he turned, he looked at the horrified face of Petunia. He convinced her that it was for the best and that they could get rid of the boy. He went to get changed so that they could dispose of the body. Petunia hastily decided to clean the blood stains on the floor, before Dudley or anyone else could see them. Twenty minutes later, an explosion rocked the house. The cupboard under the stairs was destroyed, and the boy had disappeared!
High in the sky above North America, a thunderbird was enjoying himself in a storm he created. Suddenly, he felt a pull, towards a certain wizard. This confused him, as he had never heard of a bond he had formed with a wizard. No thunderbird in history had! But he could sense pain and distress from the young boy. He was also on the brink of death. He concentrated on where his home was and where he was to be taken. Mind made up, the large bird disappeared with a flash of lightning, and appeared with another flash above Privet Drive. With another flash of lightning and a strong burst of thunder, the boy and the thunderbird disappeared.
The thunderbird used his magic to detect a safe place for the young wizard through the house elf bonds connected to the boy. With a snarl, he appeared in the courtyard of Potter Castle. He was angry. He may not have yet understood why he felt a bond with his wizard, but harming him made him furious. Several elves popped next to the majestic bird and approached him with fear. He noticed the nearest elf and looked into its eyes and communicated what had happened.
The elf gasped "It's Master Hadrian! He be hurt!" she exclaimed. The other elves gasped, and one of them came up and looked at him. "Master be hurt very badly. Tippy needs help if we are to save Master's life!" The others agreed and they transported the young boy to the castle's ward room. The ward room was a large room where the primary ward stones were kept. Potter Castle was built on the merging of two major magical lay lines, thus creating a powerful concentration of magic. The elves placed him on the floor and drew Elvin runes around him. Wizards and Witches really underestimated house elves. They had their own brand of magic. They knew they had to act quickly. They performed a diagnostic ritual and were appalled at the stage of their young master. Hadrian's arms and legs were broken, his face was puffed up, nose broken, had a concussion, a stab wound in his stomach, a large block on his magic and worst of all, a soul fragment lodged in his scar. The elves knew they had a lot of work to do. Eighteen elves surrounded Harry and began chanting, while the large thunderbird watched. A storm raged on outside the castle, rain pouring down with lightning flashing. As the elves started chanting, slowly Harry's body began to heal itself. The ancient castle, a stronghold of magic, started pumping magic into its Lord, ensuring his survival. The wounds healed, the block on his magic slowly came undone. By now, the elves were exhausted. Another batch of eighty-one elves took over. They knew that getting that soul piece out without killing their Master Hadrian would be very difficult. But they had to try. They started chanting. Harry looked like he was having a seizure. He started screaming. The scar on his forehead looked red hot, but the elves continued, their volume increasing. After almost fifteen minutes of screaming and thrashing about the scar burst open and a black mist ascended in the air. The thunderbird screeched and let out a powerful bolt of lightning. The mist screamed and exploded. Harry gasped and fainted, as did several of the house elves. No one realised the unintentional battle of wills that Harry had won against Voldemort's soul. This would lead to Harry gaining a great gift that no one realised until much later.
Far away in Scotland, in a castle similar to where Harry was, a silver instrument monitoring the Horcrux inside Harry's head exploded. The blast destroyed the other instruments, one monitoring the wards around Private Drive, and the tracking charm which used Harry's blood. Albus Dumbledore, who was attending an ICW conference in Japan, would not realise until it was too late. By then he would be helpless to do anything about it.
HP*LIGHTNING LORD*HP
Harry woke up with a blinding headache. His body ached all over too. He tried to remember what happened but for the life of him, he couldn't. It felt like he was sleeping on a soft bed, he knew there was no bed in his cupboard. Slowly, he started meditating and the activities of the night flashed before his eyes. The starvation, his intense anger, the prank he pulled on the Dursleys, and how Uncle Vernon had tried to murder him. He stiffened in panic. He slowly opened his eyes and gasped. He was sleeping on a large four poster bed. The room he was in was huge! Beautiful wooden flooring and large windows adorned the walls. The room was decorated in red and silver colours. The room was majestic. Harry could not help but gape at the beauty and wealth of the place. Just as he was about to get up, he heard a crack and saw a creature; it was unlike anything had seen. It was short and had big green eyes and was wearing a dress made of scrap fabric. It had large ears and Harry could not help but jump back in shock. Something in his mind said that he knew what the creature was, but he couldn't get the words right.
"Master Hadrian is awake! How are you feeling sir? Should Tippy get you anything?" squeaked the house elf excitedly.
Subconsciously, Harry remembered what the creature was. It was a house elf. A magical species who loved to serve. Harry was confused on how he knew that. He knew it wasn't because of his eidetic memory, as he could not recall ever learning about house elves. He put that aside for now.
"Ahm, hello to you Tippy. Can you tell me where I am?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"Master is in Potter Castle, the ancestral home of the Potter family. How are you feeling Master Hadrian? Tippy and the other elves be very scared and worried" replied the elf.
Harry swallowed his nervousness. Potter Castle? What was going on here? He took several deep breaths and tried to calm down. His headache didn't make anything easier, he thought. "I'm fine now Tippy. Can you tell me what happened? How did I come here? How long have I been here?" he asked her.
Tippy looked down to the floor as tears welled in her eyes. "Master Hadrian arrived three days ago. Master's thunderbird friend brought you here. You were badly injured sir, close to death. The elves used our magic to heal young master. You has been unconscious ever since" said the elf tearfully.
Harry took a deep breath and exhaled. Thunderbird friend? He was really confused. "Please thank all the house elves for saving my life, Tippy. I'm sorry to bother you, but can you please show me to the bathroom? I want to take a bath" he asked her.
The elf looked shocked. "Master Hadrian not be bothering Tippy at all! Tippy lives to serve the Potter family! I will prepare a bath for you Master" she said and popped out.
Harry slowly got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He didn't know what was going on, but he was certainly going to find out soon.
End flashback