Whack!

The belt whistled through the air as it hits the intended target. A sickening thud is heard as whatever it hits falls to the ground.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

The belt is falling in rapid succession at whatever has gained the mans ire. He's furious, that much is obvious. The round, protruding face is blotched in red and purple colors, making it look like he's holding his breath. His meaty arm is raising and falling much faster than most people would think he could move, but the boy that has caused this anger knows very well how fast his guardian can move when he wants to.

Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack!

The final hit of the belt causes the buckle to dig into a protruding rib, and the man finally gets a small whimper out of the child. This seems to satisfy his anger somewhat, as he stops swinging the belt rather abruptly. He's breathing heavily as if he's exerted much more effort than it takes to swing a belt at a defenseless child.

"Get out of my sight. If you're here when I get back, I'm getting the real whip out." the man says in a voice too calm for someone making a threat such as that. The child doesn't move as the large body moves out of the room, but as soon as the door closes a low moan is heard before the child is lifting his body off the floor.

Seeing the child you wouldn't think much of him. He had shaggy, below the ears black hair, and vivid green eyes. His stature was small and thin, and he seemed very skittish. Looking at him you'd think he was 13 or 14, and those round eyes could pull off a look of innocence so well that it was hard to believe he was actually 16 and had a violent streak that he tended to keep hidden. He was someone that you would easily look over in a crowd, even as a child.

But he was a smart, cunning child, and he was proud of it. His guardians liked to keep him as naive as possible about most things, but they could only prevent so much when their ward had a photographic memory. A photographic memory and a strange, scary hold on what he liked to call his 'second gift', though he had found out at age seven that it was in fact magic he was wielding so effortlessly. And at the age of 8, he found how to gain a pretty much-unlimited access to the well of information 'the hive' was or Diagon Alley. It was almost scary how easy it had been for that small child to follow his 'freakish' neighbor away from home and to the pub that brought in a whole new world.

He'd known he had a gift, a second gift, as it was, and that the man that lived two streets down from Ms. Figg had it too, especially after he caught him looking at him funny. For a while, he had thought that he could see the colors around people as well but quickly dismissed it.

After that day - or rather, several years, of going in and out unnoticed and undisturbed except for the owner Tom, who was fond of him- of discovery, he learned a lot about himself that he pretended he didn't know. He pretended he didn't know he was the boy who lived. He pretended that he didn't know his parents had died fighting in a war, or about the man that had killed them. He didn't know about soul possessions, or basilisks, or his godfather and his farce of an imprisonment. Werewolves were a brand new experience, and of course, he'd never heard a Patronus before in his life. What's the Triwizard tournament? Or the department of mysteries?

No, for anyone who looked at the boy who lived, they would see the naive child that his guardians wanted him to be. But now?

Bumblefucks plans didn't exactly work, did they?

The poor, naive child had run to the ministry, distraught over the fact his godfather was in danger. Several children went with him, putting them all in danger, again. And somewhere in there, his dogfather was supposed to have died. So that Bumblefuck could keep him on a leash. So that he couldn't influence any decisions. So that, perhaps, the poor kid wouldn't know about his inheritance and come to him when he had questions.

But Sirius hadn't died. Bellatrix tried, of course, and would have succeeded if a well-placed cutting hex in the middle of the chaos didn't throw her off. The end result was, after reflecting, rather hilarious- She lost her arm, Sirius lost his footing and landed on Malfoy of all people, and in the panic that ensued?

The spying bitch he'd been planning on ditching this year tumbles into the veil his dogfather had been avoiding. Her bushy hair looked almost froze as she slowly sank into the veil. Of course, he couldn't laugh at the comical sight, but he did find time to do so later. The final Horcrux that he had to kill, Nagini, is killed by Neville of all people. When Voldemort possesses him fully, he takes his soul piece with him as he exits Harry's body. A well-placed tripping hex of all things and a quick, startling killing curse from the 15-year-old ends the reign of the death eater menace. The trials reveal the real Deatheaters and set free the spies.

And in exactly five days...

Well. Perhaps the true Harry Potter will finally have a chance to play. The boy finally makes it to his room and collapses on the bed, wishing he could call on someone to help him put on the salve he had ready for moments like this. But he didn't have the energy to, and he didn't know who he could trust, for now, so he did it himself and decided to sleep as the locks on his door clicked into place.

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Harry,

We all hope that you are well. Or, as well as you can be where you are now. I enclosed your statements and made a list of letters and meetings you will need to have in two days time. For now, relax as much as you can and make sure you drink lots of water. Call me crazy all you want, when I went through my inheritance I was parched for a week because I didn't listen to my mother. Of course, when have I ever listened to her, even now?

Remus has asked that I pass on these books as well and that you at least skim them this morning. Since we don't know exactly what will be woken with your father introducing the new blood into the potter line, he wants you well prepared and I don't blame him. He's already promised that werewolves, vampires, and veelas are off the table for the potter genes to activate again. Read what you can and we can help you when you come home if you still haven't figured it out.

Speaking of coming home, we will be there the day after your birthday but have made arrangements for your relatives to also be out of the house. Sometimes it takes a person a day to adjust, and you may be hostile the first 24 hours. We won't take offense. But if you do decide you're well enough, you'll be able to legally use magic after 8 in the morning because you were born around 7:50. Send us a Patronus or just apparate here, the wards always welcome you.

Sleep, relax, heal, and we are waiting for you when you're ready to just be Harry.

Your dogfather,

Siri

I set the letter that I had woken up to off to the side and sat up with a groan. Hedwig, the beautiful, smart girl that she was, had already sat the books on the corner of a small, crooked desk. With just a glance I can see that of the five of them, I've only seen one. I throw my legs over the edge of my bed and move my glasses so I could rub my eyes as I groan again. For the most part, I was able to move, but the creams and salves I'd manage to make only went so far. As it was, I was locked into my room 'until further notice'. I hadn't heard a commotion for my cousin's breakfast, which was odd. I freeze and listen carefully before a grin splits my face. The house was empty. No one was moving, no floors creaking. No tv blaring and I can't hear the hood for the stove in the kitchen. I limp my way over to the door and after a brief pause and a wave of my hand, my long used gift kicks in and does what I like to use it for the most: unlocking things.

I wander into the kitchen and grab down a cup, hovering my hand over it a moment. I feel the pulse of something new because I've never used my gift in this way before. It was always a thrilling feeling to get a new burst of color to flow from me into the air, around the object I was making or using, and doing something I hadn't done before. This color was a lavender, with a darker swirl right in the middle. Which hopefully meant it worked. I filled the glass from the tap directly and gulped it down. Then I set it flat on the counter and beamed to myself when it began filling automatically. Now I didn't have to come down to the kitchen every time I finished a glass. I was wholeheartedly taking Sirius' warning. Him being a dark veela, he would know whether or not a creature inheritance would hurt or not, and what would actually help. I head back upstairs to flip through Remus' books at a leisurely pace.

I'd found out my fourth year, after the tournament, that I had creature blood in me. I was with Sirius when a Gringotts owl had stopped in and dropped a letter in front of him with the papers to make me his official heir. It hadn't been until the middle of the tournament that Sirius had been declared free, with a hefty amount of money being sent his way. Fudge had made the mistake of casually telling me that he didn't think I could beat Diggory in the first task. I, of course, took that as a personal offense even before I knew what it was and told him that I would, and if I did he had to go through the transcripts of my godfathers trial in front of witnesses. I had done this in the middle of a hallway, with plenty of students and teachers milling around, so of course, he'd boasted that if I somehow won he would, of course, get the transcripts out.

And when I did win, he'd put it off for as long as possible. So long that a certain reporter had started rumors that happened to end up being true- that he had never gotten a trial. After that Bumblefuck, moody, and Remus all had to go under veritaserum for a new, real trial. Bumblefuck looked like he had ten of his candies in his mouth. Moody was just pissed that he had to go against what Bumblefuck wanted, and Remus was almost smug the whole time, finally getting his friend what he wanted and deserved.

He'd taken me to the bank and they informed me that I had to give three drops fo blood for the heir inheritance to kick in. When I had done so, the paper fizzled before literally catching fire and causing mass panic for about five minutes. Apparently, the heir inheritance that Sirius had signed was on the assumption that I had human blood to contribute to the Black family. They deducted that I would get a creature inheritance on my sixteenth birthday, and the Potter family had gotten freaky with plenty of other creatures in the past few centuries so we had no idea what kind. We got the inheritance sorted and I got my heir rings for the Potter and Black names, though I would have to stop at the bank again when I hit sixteen to get my Potter lord ring. Normally I would have to wait until 17 to be a legal wizard, but any creature inheritance would make me legal a year early.

I was allowed to let Sirius into my vault as a sort of, appointed adult, and that's when things really hit the fan. Apparently, Bumblefuck has been doing that before under the guise of my magical guardian though I was technically a ward of the Ministry because my parent's wills were never read. Something that was rectified immediately, as well as a dozen creature inheritance journals that he had whisked out for me being read and put back.

He'd been startled to hear of my first gift, even more so when he had seen my grades. He'd demanded that I take all the OWLS this past year and that if I did as well as he insisted I would, I 'drop the bullshit act' and be myself. I didn't mind that, especially now that my main reason for doing so was gone. I'd known since my second year that Hermione was reporting back to Bumblefuck, and after fourth year Ron knew too. It's the real reason for our falling out- he'd refused to believe me, and I refused to waste my time trying to convince him. After she attempted to sabotage his 'hint' he had 'borrowed' my cloak and followed her to the headmasters office and found out even more than I had known- he was paying her now to do so, and promising a scholarship to a wizarding university of her choice if 'all plans go well'. After that, we became even more inseparable and had planned on ostracizing Hermione before her unfortunate accident.

I spend my day skimming through the books as asked, though that was pretty much reading them at full length for me. Afterwards, I eat a meal filled in protein and carbs so that I know for sure that I have the energy I will need, even though I can't eat much of it thanks to my relatives. I change the bed in my room to a full sized one with clean sheets, and then I take a long, hot shower to make sure I was clean. I forgo any pajamas, in case I grow extra appendages, and then settle down with my trunk open at the end of my bed to begin organizing what needs to go and what could be burned after I become of age. It's depressing to see most of my trunk sitting on the floor between my bed and dresser when I'm finished. It's only 8, but I settle down to meditate and organize my thoughts of the day. By the time I'm done I'm exhausted and lay back to sleep.

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A/N

This is my first ever fanfiction. I wrote this prologue/ introduction when I was in High School at some point, and I'm 21 now. I apologize for any mistakes, I cleaned up and rewrote as best as I could. But I don't have a Beta, and I can only read something so many times for I start missing mistakes. I know where I'm going with this though I don't know how long it will take for me to get there.