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Hello people of fan-fiction, I have a few things to say before we start our journey in to what I hope will be an amazing story. First off, this is my first ever fanfic so constructive criticism is very much welcome, but all flames will be used to for my potion projects, secondly the ideas that lead me to make this story can be traced to three different sources: "The Accidental Animagus" by White Squirrel, "A Chance Encounter" by spectre4hire, and a story that was abandoned and deleted a few years ago but had ideas that have stuck with me up to this point. So I hope you all enjoy. Also certain parts in the beginning of this chapter will be pretty much direct quotes from "The Accidental Animagus" so go check out their story if you haven't already. Also I probably should have put this in here when I first posted this chapter but English is not my first language, so there will likely be mistakes here in there that I wont catch, like when I was using fell instead of feel. So if you notice mistakes like that I would appreciate it if you told me because one of the reasons I'm writing this story is to improve my own grammar.

AN 2: just fixing some grammar issues, and removing certain bits, don't worry about it if you just found this story.

AN3: same as AN2 if you were here before I updated read the last half of the AN above this

Summary: After being abused and mistreated by the Dursley's for as long as he can remember, all Harry wants is to be free. When Lady Magic hears the young boys wish and witnesses his mistreatment at the hands of the Dursleys, she grants him his wish in a most unexpected way, she will lead him to those who will be his constant companions and closest confidants, those who will make sure he is strong enough to face his destiny and make sure they are strong enough to stand with him. Animagus Harry, Gray Harry, Realistically Powerful Harry, Eventual MoD Harry, Pairing undecided but likely to be Harry/Daphne/Luna

Story start

With one beefy hand, a purple-faced Vernon Dursley pinned his nephew to the wall while whipping him across his back with a belt in the other. "I will not have any of your freakishness in my house, boy!" he shouted, increasing the young boys suffering with another strike.

Harry Potter's trouble had started before he could remember, but age six was quickly shaping up to be much worse than the previous four years as a residence in the Dursley household. It had already been bad enough that they forced him to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, wear his pig of cousin's castoffs and do as many chores as he could handle. Somehow, going to primary school just made things worse. His aunt and uncle hadn't wanted to send him, but they knew they couldn't get away with keeping him at home, so they grumbled about taking time away from "earning his keep" and sent him away with Dudley. It took all of two days before his cousin and his friends invented their new favorite game of "Harry hunting", which they engaged in whenever the teachers weren't looking. It took all of four days before he noticed what he would later determine to be the "freakishness" his uncle spoke of.

Dudley had try to get him in trouble with a teacher by breaking their coffee mug by throwing it on the floor, but when Dudley had gotten the teachers attention the mug and its contents had somehow magically repaired itself and Dudley was given detention for lying to a teacher.

That evening was the first time Uncle Vernon had hit him himself instead of letting Dudley do it. Young Harry had no idea what was going on and only a vague idea of why he was in trouble, he honestly didn't know how it happened, all he knew was that when realized what Dudley was doing he was scared he would get in trouble with the nice lady and wished he could keep that from happening. But he couldn't mistake his uncle ranting all night about his freakishness and vowing to "stamp that rubbish out."

Harry still had bruises a week later when the next strange, unexplainable thing happened. He didn't mind being locked in his cupboard too much most of the time. At least it kept his relatives away from him. But something had changed in him after that first beating. The urge to respond, suppressed by years of conditioning, started to assert itself again. Then, after being beat on some more by Dudley's gang at school and having his loudmouth cousin stomp on the stairs above his head one too many times, that urge crystallized into a single, overwhelming desire: escape.

"You're going to stay in your cupboard when you're told, boy!" Uncle Vernon's rant continued. "You're not to let yourself out unless we say so. Just like your good-for-nothing parents, always getting into trouble. Worthless, the lot of you!" He punctuated each sentence with either a slap to the face or a strike with the belt.

Harry's cupboard door had seemingly unlocked itself and flown open with a bang. Uncle Vernon had rushed over and slammed it shut before Harry could react, but it happened twice more right in front of him, at which point he was forcibly dragged out into the living room and the beating began, Harry willed himself not to cry, but it was a losing battle, and as expected, it only enraged his uncle more. By now, he didn't even notice Aunt Petunia and Dudley standing by and scowling at him.

"Don't you dare cry freak or I'll give you something to cry about!"

With that last strike, Harry's crying jumped an octave. Then, the lights started flickering, and the doors and windows began to rattle.

"Vernon!" Aunt Petunia cried with a twinge of fear.

"Stop that! Stop that right now, you little freak!"

Harry kicked to try to get away, but his uncle held him too tight. Unseen by anyone, the lights began flipping on and off in all of the rooms at once. The floors began to vibrate.

"Daddy!" Dudley cried.

"Stop that this instant!"

BANG!

As Harry's cries ascended to an inhuman screech, every light bulb in the house exploded, every door slammed open, and all three Dursleys were thrown across the room and landed in a heap. When they came to their senses, Harry Potter was nowhere to be seen.

Vernon ran to the door, shouting, "Get back here, boy! Boy? I said get back here!" But there was no sign of the little freak. "He can't have got far," he said, finally lowering his voice. He saw the neighbors staring, now, drawn to the windows by the minor earthquake that had struck Privet Drive. Grumbling, he gave up and shut the door.

He did not notice a small jet black owl sitting in the bushes by the door—an owl with piercing green eyes, and a strange, white zig zag mark on its head. When he shut the door, the owl flew away down the street without looking back.

"Vernon, what happened?" Petunia asked in the half-destroyed living room.

"Little freak ran away, and I say let him go. They'll find him soon enough. I'll fix the lights tomorrow."

The Dursleys closed up the house and took an uneasy dinner by candlelight. They sincerely hoped that their troubles were over for the time being and that the freak would never return, but they would be visited by freakishness twice more that evening.

With the first visit, two Ministry of Magic Obliviators appeared at the door and stunned the Dursleys before they could even get a word in. There was no sign of any wizards wandering around the neighborhood, and the Trace showed no underage magic users on the premises, so the Ministry had concluded the magical discharge at 4 Privett Drive was caused by a passing troublemaker. The Obliviators repaired the damaged light fixtures, set right the overturned furniture, mended the splinters broken from the doors, and wiped all memory of the incident from the Dursleys' minds.

They cast a warming charm on the food just before they rennervated the family, so that not even the smallest detail was out of place. They left without even looking at the cupboard under the stairs, and the Dursleys awoke thinking nothing unusual had happened.

The other visitor that evening wore a purple robe and a long, white beard. Albus Dumbledore was more worried than he had been in years when he knocked on the door on Number 4. Even from the outside, a quick detection charm told him that Harry Potter was not in the house.

A tall, lanky, horse-faced woman opened the door to the shock of her life. "You!" she shouted. "What are you doing here?"

"A pleasure to see you, too, Petunia," Dumbledore said flatly.

"Who is it Petunia?" Vernon called.

"It's that freak who left the other freak with us."

"What?" Vernon barged to the door. "You! You can have that freakish boy back. We never wanted it in the first place."

Dumbledore's eyebrows shot up at this. The Dursleys seemed to be even more unfriendly than he expected, and the large man was gearing up for a serious rant. He cut him off quickly by saying, "Where is the boy?"

"He's right…" Vernon stopped. The boy was supposed to be in his cupboard, but not only could he not get away with saying that, for some reason he didn't think it was true. He tried to think over what had happened that evening. It was coming back a blur but he managed to recall one true fact: "The boy ran away this afternoon. Just took off down the street, couldn't keep up with him. And I say good riddance. Let someone else take care of him for a change."

"And you just let him go off on his own?"

"Yes. He's been nothing by trouble from the start…"

Dumbledore tuned out the rant. From their behavior, something was definitely not right. He took a peek inside the two adult Dursleys' minds, but he didn't have to look far to find an answer, though he wished he hadn't: telltale signs of obliviation, and what looked like a pretty lousy job of it, too. Something horrible had happened here and been shoddily covered up.

"…and I won't tolerate any more of his freakishness!"

"Enough!" Dumbledore shouted before stunning all three of them. Looking in to their minds further, he was horrified to see how they treated the young boy, he never thought that anyone could treat their family as horribly as these people did, especially with the generous amounts of money he gave them to take care of him. Casting a new memory charm to cover the old one, he instructed them: "You are very concerned because your nephew, the only reason you can live as lavishly as you do with the money I pay you to look after him, ran away. You will contact the authorities immediately. You will not remember my visit tonight." When he was done, he hit them with a delayed Rennervate that gave him just enough time to step outside the property line and apparate to the gates of Hogwarts.

Minerva McGonagall entered the Headmaster's office to find him bent over some of his many devices with a frown, muttering incantations, with a look in his eyes that was darker than any she had seen in years. "Albus, what's wrong?" she asked. "You said it was urgent."

Albus looked up. "Oh, Minerva, I have made a terrible mistake. I should have listened to you all those years ago when we placed Harry with the Dursleys." he said with a deep sense of regret in his voice.

Minerva looked shocked, before her took on a look of fear when she asked. "Albus, what did they do to the boy". She had told Albus all those years ago that they were the worst kind of muggle, and shouldn't have been trusted with care of the boy. With the look of regret and sorrow on his face she was beginning to fear the worst.

With a look of shame he responded. "They have beaten and abused the boy both mentally and physically since the day he could walk, with it getting even worse with the arrival of his accidental magic". Minerva was horrified at what she was hearing, and she was about to become even more scarred with what he said next. "Not only has his life been a living hell since his earliest memory, but I fear due to my neglect that not only has he suffered at the hands of people who should have been his family, but I fear something even worse has just happened," he said. "I have reason to believe that Harry Potter has been taken."

"What?" Minerva stumbled in shock, but managed to sit herself down. "Taken? How?"

"This afternoon, he dropped off my trackers entirely. They indicate that he is still alive, but I cannot find him anywhere."

"You can't find him? But what could do such a thing?"

"To block my tracking charms would require the boy to be hidden behind very powerful wards that I am not keyed into, possibly a Fidelius Charm. I've just returned from his relatives' house. They claimed that he had run away, but in their minds, I saw obvious signs of obliviation."

Minerva put the pieces together. "Someone, somehow, got through your wards, kidnapped him, hid him behind these other wards, and obliviated his relatives. And because they didn't involve you…"

Albus nodded grimly. "We can only assume that their intent is nefarious."

She shot to her feet. "We must find him, Albus!"

"Yes, we must," he agreed, "but it must be done discreetly. We cannot risk panicking the public or tipping our own hand."

"But the boy…"

"Is still alive for the time being, which suggests that their intent is not to kill him. I also saw no indication that the blood wards had been breached, so whoever actually took him did not mean overt harm. We must begin investigating places and individuals who would have access to those kinds of wards, but we cannot allow the boy's enemies to know he is missing. That would be an even greater disaster."

Minerva sank back down in her seat. "I suppose you're right, Albus. I'll begin looking with what little time I can spare."

"Thank you, Minerva. I will do the same."

Little did they know that young Harry was being protected by a being that will ensure her champions safety.

~~~MC, DM~~~

Lady Magic had just awoken from her forced slumber because she heard a desperate plea from the one she had chosen as her champion and found something that absolutely enraged and disgusted her. Her champion, Harry Potter, was being whipped and beaten by a fat whale of a man and was very close to dying. This enraged her, so to help him Magic channeled her power through her champion and used it to free him from his tormentors and grant him the means to escape in the form of a gift given to very few. She then ensured his escape by making sure the tracking spells she found on her champion were removed. She also started healing his injuries and giving him the energy necessary for his escape. While she was doing this, she found something else that angered her. There on his forehead where her mark was suppose to be, was a dark, twisted, fragmented soul sucking the life and magic from her champion. She had tried to remove it, but found that she was still weak from her slumber, so she did what she could by suppressing the soul fragment and making it easier to remove for when she was either able to do it herself or someone was able to perform the removal ritual.

When she saw the whale return to his home she told her champion to flee, when he seemed unsure of what to do, she told him to trust his instincts, and after a moments hesitation he took flight.

Harry Potter, at that moment, was flying above the streets of Little Whinging, very confused. He was happy to have got away from his relatives, but he had no idea how he had done it. When he had come to his senses he was shorter than he was just a second ago, and his body felt extremely different. From the feathers and beak, he could tell that he had been turned into some kind of bird. When he realized his uncle was starting to get up, he quickly hopped out the front door which was wide open and hid under the bushes. He then noticed that he started to feel better and more energetic than he ever remembered being in his entire life. He was scared that he would be discovered when his uncle came out, but the man didn't see the small black owl and went back inside. Harry was relieved that he hadn't been found but was now unsure of what he should do now. Suddenly he heard a soft, comforting voice tell him to fly away. Harry was nervous of the new voice, he had never heard it before, and was worried it was somehow a trick, but soon dismissed that as he felt a sudden warm feeling, much like a mother embracing her child, though he had no memory of ever receiving such a thing, and decided to trust the voice for now, but he was unsure of how to fly, he may be an owl now, but he had always been human before. He suddenly heard the voice again telling him to trust his instincts. Not entirely sure what that meant, but not wanting to disappoint the caring voice that he heard, he closed his eyes, spread his wings, and did what felt right. Suddenly without out even realizing how he started it, he realized he was flying. He also realized that he felt joy in the feeling of freedom he gained from the act of flight. While he knew he was now a bird, he was still unsure as to what bird he was specifically. It wasn't until he managed to see a distorted reflection in a car roof that he figured out that that animal was an owl. He didn't know how he could have turned into an owl, nor did he know how to change back, but he could guess that it had something to do with the "freakishness" his uncle had been shouting about, and he decided to get farther away before trying to figure out what had happened.

Adding to his confusion were the strange sensations that accompanied being an owl. He could see amazingly well in the fading light. He was surrounded by high pitched squeaks and chirps that he had never noticed before. And when he saw a small rodent skittering between garbage cans he suddenly had an urge to swoop down and snatch it. Ignoring the slightly disturbing feeling, he moved on.

Harry was looking around at what he could see when he spotted a small forest. He suddenly heard the voice tell him to go down there and land, and that she would explain what had happened when he did. So Harry started his descent into the forest, but realized too late that he didn't know how to land. Just before he was about to crash into a tree he suddenly hit something soft before he felt something gently lift him up before placing him down on the ground.

When Harry was able to see clearly after clearing his head from the nauseous feeling he got from the sudden stop, he saw a small child who didn't look any older than five standing in front of him holding a large pillow, which he rightly guessed was the soft thing he crashed into, staring at him giggling. The young girl had long blonde hair and wide blue eyes, and was barefoot for some reason and wore a nightgown that was large on her. When she saw that the little owl had regained its bearings she introduced herself. "Hello Harry. My names Luna, and it's great to finally meet you. The gibbels(1) told me that you would be here tonight, so I brought a pillow to keep us comfy". Harry was confused. How did this girl know who he was, and what the heck were gibbels? When Harry tried to ask her, all that came out of his beak were small barks, which made Luna giggle some more. He was about to try again when she said, "It's okay Harry, you'll have plenty of time to ask me questions later. Right now I think someone else wants to talk to you."

Harry was wondering what she meant when he suddenly heard, "She is correct my champion, you will have plenty of time for questions later. For now though I'm sure you want to become a human again, yes?" Harry barked out a yes. He was suddenly enveloped in a bright light. When the light cleared, he was suddenly a six year old boy again. Before he could do anything else, he was suddenly tackled by the young blonde onto the large pillow, which had been put behind him by Luna while he was changing. She snuggled into him before saying "goodnight," and somehow instantly fell asleep on top of him. Harry was even more confused now. But before he could do anything, he was stopped by the sound of soft laughter coming from in front of him. Looking up he suddenly found himself staring at a young white haired women who looked to be in her mid-twenties smiling at the site of the adorably cute young Luna jumping on the confused Harry before falling asleep on top of him. Out of nowhere she brought up a warm blanket, and put it over the two, while Harry watched her, still utterly confused. When she finished tucking the sleeping Luna in on top of Harry, she looked at him and whispered "sweet dreams" to him. He was still confused but suddenly felt extremely exhausted and fell asleep.

The white haired woman looked down on the sleeping children before transporting them to Luna's bedroom and placing them on her bed. Before leaving she said, "sleep well my champion, for tomorrow you will wake up to a true family who will actually care for you the way you should have been all along." She silently left the room and went to the kitchen where she found a young woman who looked like an older version of Luna drinking some tea while writing something down.

The young woman looked up when she heard someone enter the Kitchen. She smiled when she saw who it was and said, "Lady Magic, how nice to see you again. I assume the children are up in bed?" she asked pleasantly, while getting up to grab a cup for her guest.

Magic, smiled at the young woman before responding "Yes Pandora, Harry has had a childhood worse than we feared, when we were told of what would happen to him by my sister fate all those years ago. He will likely be scared and confused when he awakes. Luckily the bond between Luna and Harry has already started to form, so she will able to keep him calm him enough, so that we can explain what is going on. Though I doubt he will want to leave her arms, since she will be the only one that he feels safe with in the beginning".

Pandora smiled when she heard that. "Well I highly doubt Luna will mind. She has always been a clingy person with people she cares for, and I always knew that a bunch of lard and bones could never raise a child properly. I just hope he likes the scrambled snorlak eggs that I'm going to make for breakfast".

Magic laughed when she heard this. "I'm sure he'll love them. Your cooking has always been divine. You should head off to bed now. You'll want to be well rested for what's going to happen tomorrow. We also have to make sure that old meddler doesn't catch wind of where he is just yet, so try to avoid announcing your new son in the next addition of the quibbler". She said with an exaggerated pleading tone.

Pandora just laughed at that. "you know we only print the truth, but that doesn't mean we will print about our personal lives. Oh well, this was nice. But your right, I'm gonna need my sleep if I'm going to deal with tomorrow properly. Goodnight milady. Try to avoid the wrackspurt nest growing in the garden," and with that she went up to bed leaving a giggling goddess behind.

Chapter end

AN:

Well there's the first chapter of "Magic's Champion, Death's Master"(I'm not entirely happy with that name so if some one can provide a better one I would be grateful) I hope you guys liked it. Now I have a few things to say about this story. First there will be some bashing, I wont do major bashing because I find that it is annoying to try to write, the people I will be bashing include the Dursleys, the Malfoys(except for possibly Narcissa if you guys want me to make her a good person), Molly and Ron, and some what of Dumbledore, I say some what because while he is not really a bad person in this story(he was actually regretful for what he ended up putting Harry through) he will be manipulative, and he wont be entirely right in the head, in this story he will have gone senile in his old age, so some of the things he does wont make since to anyone but him. So expect him to be both helpful and detrimental to Harry and the gang in this story. Also because of real life I don't know when I will update again, but unless I die this story will continue until the end. Since this is my first story any criticism and suggestions on how I could improve this story are welcome.

1. the gibbles refer to Lady Magic and you will find out why next chapter, however if you could think of a some name's for the creatures that only the Lovegood family can see then I will happily take it, since I plan on having them be important to the story later on.