Harry Potter was lost in thought as the Dursleys drove towards Private Drive. It had been a very taxing year for Harry. He had been told he was a wizard like his parents, Lily and James Potter. Now that wasn't a surprise, he had been practicing with his magic even before elementary school. No, what surprised him was that there were more people like him. Of course, later Harry had belittled himself for thinking he was the only one. It was a silly thought he would later tell himself. But then again, he had never met somebody else exactly like him. Sure, while he was little, he had seen some weird people in medieval styled clothing and cloaks. They had appeared to know him, smiling and waving at him. But he had thought they were a different type of weird. When he saw them, Harry had sensed some strange energy, magic now Harry knew, flowing through a small ball in their chests. But theirs seemed weak compared to his. Now that Harry had been to the Wizarding World he knew why they seemed weak.

They used wands to do magic

Ever since he could remember Harry had been able to do extraordinary things. When he was three he had made pieces of candy float around Dudley and himself for entertainment. When he was five and angry at his Aunt, Harry had turned her into a Giraffe(That had been really hard to explain to the authorities). When he was eight he had been sucked into a story book. Lastly, when Harry had been nine he had discovered that he could transform into anything and anybody, be it a tea cup, A bird, a mouse or Dudley(Awful experience. Never again!). Since before elementary school Harry had been practicing on controlling his magic. When he had gotten a good hold of it, he had been able to do anything he wanted. And he did so, wandlesly.

Never had Harry needed the help of a wand or any other thing to do magic. Of course, when Harry had entered the Wizarding World he had kept it a secret, not wanting to stand out more than he already had. When it had been the time to buy Harry a wand, Harry had been nervous. Each wand did nothing for him, no a spark or a glow. Harry had been desperate when Ollivander had given him to try almost all the wands in the store so he used his magic to make the next one that was handed to him react. He regretted it afterwards. Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches long and brother wand to Lord Voldemorts. He should have made another wand react instead of that one.

In the summer leading to the school year Harry had read up on all his school books and had felt disappointed. He could already do all the thing in the books with but a thought. He had thought that what he would be learning would prove to be a challenge to what he could already do. Guess he was wrong. He still read the books though.

When he had arrived at Hogwarts he didn't have any privacy whatsoever. If he was walking down the hall someone was there, gawking at him. If he returned a book to the Library somebody would take it out almost right after. He couldn't even take a leak in peace anymore. In the first week, Harry had attended all his classes to get a feel of them. Transfiguration he could do without. Harry could transfigure anything into anything with nary a thought. Defense Against The Dark Arts and Charms as well. Harry didn't care for Astronomy nor History of Magic. Though the latter was because all the ghost teaching the class ever talked about was of Goblin Rebellions in a dull monotone voice. After the first week of school Harry had decided to not attend what he thought was useless, but then came a thought. The classes were mandatory so he needed to attend. So Harry had created a clone made from pure magic that left him a little breathless. The clone didn't have as much magic as the original, only a little more than normal wizards, so he was able to use the wand perfectly. The first time he had used the wand it nearly blew up in his face from the magical overload, thank fully nobody noticed. The clone would also give him the memories when he dispersed it. It also didn't have a conscience or free will. Harry didn't want the clone to fight him when he dispersed it, trying to live.

While the clone went to the classes Harry thought useless, the original went invisibly to the Library. There he spent the majority of his time, only coming out to eat, sleep and the only classes he had no knowledge on. Herbology and Potions. He enjoyed the former more than the latter though. In Herbology he spent talking to Neville, a shy Gryffindor, who was rather knowledgeable on the subject. Potions was spent under a subtle shield he had casted around himself to avoid sabotage and the exploding cauldrons. That wasn't what made him dislike the class though. No, what made him despise the class was the greasy haired bat teaching it. He would always find something wrong with his potion when he knew it was perfect, He glared and made crude comments at him, took points from him for nothing and was just down right horrible to Harry.

By the end of the year, Harry had completely read all the book in the Library. Not without a little magic to speed up the reading and to retain everything. He was rather overjoyed at this accomplishment because Harry didn't want to return next year.

While the original Harry had been reading and memorizing every book in the normal and Restricted section, the clone was having an adventure. It had befriended Fellow Gryffindors Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. All the school year the Golden trio, as they were being called by the rest of the students and faculty, was spent chasing clues and looking for information on Nicholas Flamel. Ron and clone Harry had saved Hermione from a Mountain Troll, discovered a three headed dog in the forbidden third corridor, discovered the Mirror of Erised, played quidditch and winning every time, and lots more dangerous stuff. Thankfully the original didn't have to intervene. It would have raised serious questions if his clone died and then he appeared unharmed.

Harry only really had to intervene when he got the memories and magic of the clone signaling his death. Thankfully for him, nobody had been in the room when the clone died. Harry had made a portal to the chamber where the clone died and walked through it. When he had gotten there he had seen the torn clothes from the clone on the floor, his wand, the ashes and clothes of what had been his Defense teacher and a blood red stone, the Philosophers Stone. Banishing his clones torn clothes Harry had taken hold of the stone. He hadn't known how much time he had gazed at it but he was startled from his trance by the sound of running footsteps. Quickly banishing the stone to his school trunk, he conjured an exact replica and broke it while transfiguring his clothes for those like the clone had on before its death, holes and all. Laying on the floor near the ashes, Harry focused his magic to dirty himself up with a little blood thrown in the mix. He had done that just in time for Dumbledore to run through the purple fire towards him. He had felt being grabbed and hoisted bridal style. After that he didn't remember much because he had fallen asleep.

Harry had woken in a bed in the Hospital Wing to see What could have been the whole candy shop at the foot of his bed. After Madam Pomfrey had declared him healthy (He hadn't been injured in the first place) he he had ran out of the Infirmary after pocketing the sweets in his pocket charmed with an Undetectable Extension Charm. Harry didn't let himself be seen except by anyone, even the ever persistent Headmaster, until it was time for the End of The Year Feast where he sat quietly with Ron and Hermione. While the feast progressed, Hermione had kept sending him worried glances. After the Feast and Gryffindor winning the Quidditch and House Cup, Harry had slipped from the group and headed to the Tower before anybody could speak to him. When he had entered his dorm room Harry had plumped right onto his bed, closed the curtains and grabbed both the moke skin pouch and the Philosophers stone from underneath his pillow. Harry hadn't known what had possessed him to keep the stone but did. Harry had always trusted his gut instinct, it had never let him down, and it had been telling him he would need it in the future. With a sigh Harry placed the stonen the pouch.

On the train ride home the next day, Hermione had kept sending him concerned look all the ride, but didn't say anything. Harry wanted to let her know that he was fine but he didn't feel like talking to her. He didn't even feel comfortable with her or Ron. They weren't even his friends, but his clones friends. He had the memories and experiences but the felt slightly foreign to him. So he kept quiet. When arriving at the station, Harry had used the hordes of people in the station to blend in while shooting towards King Cross Station. Though when he looked at the Weasley Family, Rons twin brothers, Fred and George, looked at him with strange looks. He didn't know what they meant and he wouldn't find out because he was not returning for year. After what had happened to his clone he didn't trust the school with his safety and he sure as hell didn't feel that the school was adequate to teach him. He would be studying Potions, Arithmancy and Ancient Rune while in the muggle world, he would also be returning to muggle school. Because he sure as hell would not be returning next year. No way in Hell wou-

Harry was startled from his thoughts as the Dursleys left the car and entered the house. With a sigh, he opened the door, got his trunk and went inside.

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