hi everyone! This is my first potter fic so please no flames.

IMPORTANT NOTES: 1) Harry is a prodigy. 2) I don't own Harry potter

Harry jerked awake only to come close to passing out again. Ha hurt everywhere. Holding back a moan he looked under the cupboard door to find that it was night out. using all his might he pulled himself to his feet and let out a gasp of pain as the broken bones in his ankle, wrist, shoulder, and ribs shifted. Blood trickled from his temple and mouth where his uncle had hit him earlier while the burses and knife wounds covering his body throbbed madly. He couldn't remember a time when life had been better but he was determined to escape one day. Slowly he made his way to the door and whispered the spell to unlock it. It had been two years since he realized he could do magic.

When he was seven his uncle had sent him up stairs to clean the attic. There among the dust and junk he found his mother's trunk. Inside he found piles of thick books about magic and the wizarding world along with a small box of old photos. Almost all of them were of his mother and a tall pale man that reminded him of a vampire he'd read about once, but the most shocking thing was that they were moving inside the picture. At the time he had not been concerned that it was magic. All he was worried about was not letting his relatives take it from him. It was then that a piece of paper caught his eye. What he saw changed his entire world.

unchangeable wizarding

Birth certificate

Admeron silverios snape AKA Harry james potter

Mother: Lillian Potter

Father: Severus Snape

Step father: James potter

He almost fainted in shock. Not only was his name not harry, but his father wasn't who he had always been told he was. Questions raced through his head, but only two really matter to him. What if his father was still alive somewhere? Why didn't his father want him? Maybe he thought he was to much trouble or not wroth it. That was when he started planning.

He snuck down a book at a time to read and practice his spells in the dark using wandless magic. He had always loved reading and this was even better because he could use it to help himself. By age nine he knew history, charms, healing, transfiguration, and with the help of his cousins discarded telescope astronomy. The only thing he couldn't practice in the dark of night was potions, and he had already memorized every word in those books. He was sure it wouldn't be that hard though; he already cooked every meal after all. Using his history lesson along with the book hogwarts a history he set his timeline. He wanted to find his father one year before the school came for him. That meant that he had exactly nine months and one year to find the book and get the money. To him the plan was simple. All he needed to do was steal enough money from his family to buy the book he had read about. Inside were instructions to a charm that could move him to any time period he wanted. It was actually a very simple spell; the only reason it wasn't illegal was because the main focus of the spell didn't exist anymore. Luckily for him his amigaus form was an Egyptian tome cobra, and it would be easy to get the venom. He had read that in the time of the founder hogwarts had only cost five gallons. So that meant that all he had to do was get 225 gallons (300 dollars). Twenty-five was for the book, and two hundred was to buy things for his father. After all, his father couldn't think he was useless if he came with a castle and all the lost knowledge and animals of the founders era.

Tonight was the final night of his life with his aunt and uncle. He only needed four more dollars, and In the morning he would yell at his uncle. It would cost him the beating of a lifetime, but with luck they would punish him by abandoning him in London again. He had already found the pub that led to diagon alley, and with any luck he wouldn't have to walk to far.

Tiptoeing into the sitting room he took what he needed from his uncles wallet along with a little extra if he needed a bus. Next, he moved towards the attic. With every step waves of agony rushed through him, but he knew that he couldn't use his healing magic. It took to much energy, and he need all of his power and strength to get to the past. If he wasn't careful, he could pass out somewhere and get robbed or something. Upstairs he grabbed a bag he had spelled to be weightless and bottomless before filling it with everything in the trunk. Next he shrunk down the bag and used a piece of string to tie it to his wrist before making his slow way down to his cupboard to rest for the next day.

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