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Word Count 1700
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November 2. 1981
4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England
"Albus are you certain? They are the worst sort of muggles" McGonagall said in a worried tone. She had been watching them all day. They were not the sort of people you leave a child to
" It is for the best. He will be safe here, protected." Dumbledore said in a convincing tone. He also wouldn't take no for an answer
"If you are sure.." she looked uncertain but still trusted his reasoning. After all he was her mentor and a great man with many titles.
Dumbledore nodded showing a sad grandfatherly face. But on the inside, he was celebrating.
'Good, no it's Great. Now only Petunia has to pick him up and enter her house with him. That means she recognized Harry as family and took him in. Petunia might not feel that way, but that's all that Magic needs.
Because his mother's protection is powered by him. His core is less than half its capacity. The wards will drain Harry's already weakened core further, stunting his magical growth.
And after growing up with the Durslies. He will be weak and easily manipulated. So he won't mind sacrificing himself. It is all for the Greater Good' Dumbledore nodded to himself. Convinced that he was doing the right thing. For Himself.
But the little baby Harry had some thoughts as well
'Fuck YOU! You old goat! It's freezing! Put more blankets on me or at least use your stupid magic. FUCK that stupid Truck. I had a date! And she was out of my league too, but I was playing Mr. Charming so she agreed. Then a stupid truck hits me in my own backyard!!'
"Well let us go, Minerva. The more we stay here the worse we will feel" Dumbledore said in a sad voice
"*sniff* Yes, of course, Albus"
*pop* *pop*
'Fuck. It's cold. So fucking..cold.. I'm losing.. strength'
~15 min later. Pov???
Tap.Tap.Tap.
An old woman in high heels was walking alone on the street in the dead of night. She had shoulder-length pink hair. The color was a bit grayed due to her age but it was still a noticeable pink.
She wore a green shirt. Wine-colored long skirt and a red coat that covered her whole body. She had an irritated expression on her face
It had better be here. Otherwise, all those hours of Divination would have been a waste of time.
[You will find your fated one in this approximate location.] Is what the Divination said.
Fated one my saggy ass. I'm 97 years old, too old for romantic bullshit like that.
All I want is a talented disciple to whom I can pass down my legacy Is that really too much to ask?
Well, I also want to be written in the history books as the mentor of said great disciple. But I'm an old lady. I want to be remembered.
Hmm?
My mental rant was stopped when she saw a basket left in front of the front door.
Normally I would continue walking but I sensed life force coming from the basket.
That had better be a pet or someone is dying tonight
I made her way to the door.
A baby... someone left a baby, outside on the cold November Night. Let's get this fella warmed up first, then I can find and kill whoever did this.
I raised my hand preparing to cast a warming magic but I stopped when I noticed signs of magic on the boy
'That's Wizarding magic.. haven't seen this in quite a few years. The last time I saw it was a family reunion where I barged in and beat everyone within an inch of their lives. Throw me out for being a squib did they? Well, as long as you have mana you can learn magecraft. Ahh that was a great day
Let's see what the diagnostic spell will show
Hoo, he is magical, great potential, but he has a soul shard in his head, and some protections against it. There are also many charms placed on him and he is linked to the blood wards placed on this house, if they activate it will be a miracle if he isn't crippled. Hmm? A letter
I skim through it
Albus Fucking Dumbledore
Of course, he is involved and with this. And Potter Heir no less. Why is he here, where are his parents?
*Brrrr. Brrrr*
Hmmm? A message
I open up my magical device that is used to share urgent news
[ The Wizarding Terorist who was calling himself Voldemort was defeated by a baby. Harry Potter survived the Killing Curse and somehow defeated Voldemort. His parents sadly didn't make it]
Oh no he didn't. I'll strangle that Old man with his beard and if I don't my name isn't Melinda Bowen. Well since he dropped him off like this, then he obviously doesn't care that much about the boy.
Looks like I found my disciple.. A 15-month-old disciple. What a laugh.
But he will grow up to be something special in the future
~ Time skip. 3 years
Dear Merlin...
I have created a monster. Harry Potter is now 4 years old.
And he was sitting on the floor with comfortable pillows. Surrounded by books and notes. He was happily engrossed in his books
He finished English and Math very quickly. Too quickly for a kid his age. Now he is learning wizarding magic and magecraft.
He doesn't want to go and play around. He just sits inside and studies.
When he goes outside it's to test out his magic. He is 4 years old. Yet he goes out, and either lights things on fire, or somehow manages to make them blow up.
When I asked how. He just shrugged his shoulders and said it was a secret.
Now I didn't buy that. So the next time he did it I carefully watched from a distance.
He was carving some sort of runes on the boulder. He then walked away, then the boulder exploded.
Of course, he can use runes. Why am I even surprised?
Then a small magic circle appeared on his palm, sending out a pressurized water arc.
And he can already use Water Blade. It's a basic spell, but it's meant for teenagers not four-year-olds.
The house we are in is protected against Divination. No one will be able to see us here. Which means this little monster can grow in peace.
*Boom!!* "My bad!"
If this place survives long enough.
~ One year later MC Pov
Stupid pureblood and stupid penmanship
I was writing a letter to Gringots. After sitting down and thinking about it. I spoke to my Master and the best decision was to write to them and suspend all transactions.
Honestly, if my Master didn't give me her oath to act in my best interest. I wouldn't trust her.
So after careful consideration, we decided that it would be best to suspend any new transactions and forbid Dubmbledoor or anyone for accessing them. I also asked for all the documents and transactions that had happened since my parents passed away.
Oh and I suspended my Wizagemont seats. No one should be using my votes to further their agenda anymore.
"Come on Harry let's return back to your studies. Now explain to me how Wizards came to be and their status in the present time" Melinda asked in a serious tone, she was in teacher mode
"Wizards were first created by the devils thousands of years ago. The Devils successfully gave humans the ability to make spells by using mana and their Imagination. They changed their genes so the mana they absorbed would be mutated, allowing them to make their imaginations real. They were the first wizards and witches
But the result was unsatisfactory. The wizards were too weak, weaker than any Low-Class devil. So they just let them be and focus on other projects.
Hundreds of years later. There was a wizard who successfully created a new system of magic that didn't rely on the mutated mana that wizards had. Even ordinary people could learn it with enough time and effort. It was the combination of magic and science. The man was Merlin Emyras and he called this new system 'magecraft'."
Malinda nodded satisfied with my explanation so far.
"But wizards and witches are very proud and delusional. They think of themselves as great just because they can use this 'imagination power' and others can not.
At the same time they also blame the magicians for practicing 'magecraft' and stealing their 'magic'. That magicians are responsible for their 'squibs' and not their inbreeding. Magicians don't want to do anything with uncivilized Wizards. And Wizards hate the Magic-wielding muggles. So both parties just ignore the existence of the other.
The Wizards hate the Church for all of their people who were burned. The Church hates Wizards since they were a creation of Devils. But currently, the Church ignores them as they aren't that big of a threat and instead focuses its attention on the Devils and Fallen Angels."
Melinda just nods proudly "Good you have a good grasp on the past and present of the wizarding kind."
"I also have a good grasp on their spells. That reminds me can we get more books. About wizarding spells from other countries. I want to start making a foundation, I want to be able to change and create spells"
"Finish your physical training and we can go get them"
Sigh, I hate physical training.
Even at this age where it's just stretching. But they go on for quite a long time, and I do get why she insists on me having a fit and flexible body.
Idiots who just stand there and throw spells at each other are the first to die. Dodging just might save my life in the future.
Hmmm. I need to start learning potions. That means learning Herbology. Those could be useful. Especially if I grow and mix the ingredients correctly. I should be able to make some bombs.
For self-protection of course.
I have so many other ideas and theories that I want to test
Ahhh so much to do so little time.
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31 October, 1981- Attack on Potter Family- Halloween
Ancient Gaelic festival of Samhain. 1 November marks the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter. The Celtic day began and ended at sunset. This is about halfway between the autumnal equinox and winter solstice
The Old Lady. I imagine her as a mix of Porlyusica(from Fairy Tail) and Melinda Bowen (from Kenja no Mago)