Number 4 Privet Drive

WHACK! Harry didn't understand what he did wrong this time. WHACK! He didn't know why it was bad he was smart. WHACK! All he did know was that he got better grades than his cousin and an offer to join his school's gifted program. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Seven years of putting up with this had made him numb in some ways, when Aunt Petunia began shrieking and yelling he could tune it out in order to rectify the problem, when Uncle Vernon would beat him or bring out the belt, like he was doing now, he would focus on a different problem entirely to take his mind off the beating along with making sure not to scream, and when Dudley and his gang would get creative in their beatings, and they were indeed creative, he would put the pain into his work while thinking of his own creative ways to get back at his relatives. Granted he knew many of these methods were illegal and morally wrong but it was still entertaining when he was feeling down, which was all the time as of late.

"YOU WOULD DARE!" WHACK "OVERSHADOW DUDLEY!" WHACK WHACK WHACK! "YOU!" WHACK! "ARE!" WHACK! "NOTHING!" THUNK! At that point Vernon had thrown Harry into the door of his cupboard causing the malnourished child to drop the ground holding his head in pain. Vernon brought one massive foot up before smashing it down on Harry's chest leading to and audible CRACK! As the small child's ribs were cracked and broken, Vernon simply grinned like a feral animal before yanking Harry away from the cupboard door before opening it and tossing the small child inside like an old boot.

Harry laid down on the floor of his cupboard as the door slammed shut before checking himself over.

"Five broken ribs." He winced as he worked to set them the best he could. "Four cracked ribs." He continued checking his injuries before going to his sternum. And biting his tongue from the pain of a single touch. "Sternum cracked, I'm surprised it isn't broken." Harry could see dark spots begin to form over his eyes as he began to drop into a deep deep sleep unaware of the light that was shining around him as he did so.

The Throne Aligned, Last Night

"Curious." The individual replied as he was pulled back from his vision the cogs that were turning and rotating within the throne aligned as the room would grant him visions sometimes, this was definitely one of the stranger visions. "This is an unknown, a variable I have never seen before." Sotha Sil or Seht as he was known as by his followers, prided himself on his knowledge, it was part of his sphere as a member of the Tribunal. But this boy, he knew he was coming. And he knew he was coming soon. "He will change fate, destiny, all of it." Seht said as he made the choice. "It looks like he changes fate before we even meet." the Clockwork God thought as he penned a data plaque for Divayth Fyr and sending it to his friend with a wave of power.

Brass Fortress: Neramo's Study, Present Day

"No, no, no, and no." Kireth Vanos felt it strange that she was having to say this to her twin Raynor and their employer slash snooty friend Neramo.

"Seriously Kireth, it's just sitting there all alone."

"And we have gold." Neramo added.

"There is absolutely no way you have THAT much gold." Kireth replied. She wasn't budging, not even if they did the eyes. And now they're doing the eyes.

"It's got room for you to train." Neramo said.

"And room for us to experiment." Raynor continued. Kireth clasped her hands over her face before speaking.

"I am going to be very clear. We are constantly on the move, we not rooted to one spot, and with our expeditions we don't have the coin to purchase AN ABANDONED OBSERVATORY!" that was the source of this argument, to the far west of Clockwork City was a cliffside structure called the Prior Observatory by the locals. It was also what Raynor and Neramo said, large, plenty of space, but it was far too expensive for them. To make things worse, Neramo and Raynor were quite taken with the structure.

"How about this then." Began Neramo. "Come with us, take a look at the structure, tell us what you think."

"If I say no will you two stop pestering me about this?" The two nodded. Kireth groaned. "Fine, we'll take a look." The two mer hopped up and sprinted out the door of the study with Kireth belting on her sword before following them. "Alright we'll…" First came the flash of white and gold light which was followed by the massive boom of a thunderstrike. Kireth opened her eyes as did Raynor and Neramo before looking at the road, a gasp was caught in Kireth's throat as she saw a small human child. A small human child with visible ribs, a small human child with visible broken ribs and a tattered back that was almost flayed Kireth ran forward followed by Raynor and Neramo, the three mer kneeled down to check on the child as a small crowd began to form.

"Move. Step aside. Kireth?" The Dunmer looked up to see the armored and modified breastplate of Proctor Luciana Pullo, the Proctor looked at the small broken child before kneeling down and looking at her fellow apostles. "Gather testimony of what happened. I'll take these four to the Basilica." Luciana stood up and tried to take the small child, only for Kireth to grip him tightly and glare at Luciana. The Proctor relented and cleared a path to the Basilica. The small party entered and placed the child down on a bed as a healer was called in to look at him. Luciana brought the three to her office before offering a seat then turned to them as they sat down.

"What happened?" Was all she asked before sitting down.

"We were leaving to go to the prior observatory…." Raynor tried to begin, he was unable to continue and pulled a small brassilisk out of his pocket and began to tinker with it.

"There was a bright light when we stepped out, followed by a loud noise, it sounded like thunder…." Neramo was holding onto his right wrist to stop it from shaking.

"And he was on the street."Kireth finished as a tear rolled down her cheek. The port to Luciana's office opened as Provost Varuni Arvel burst inside with tears on her cheeks and rage across her face.

"I just spoke with the healers. The child has five broken ribs, four cracked ribs, a cracked sternum, and a concussion. And that's not including the multiple lashes on his back and the malnourishment." The Provost was petite for a dark elf and known for her calm and compassionate nature. This would show any time except now as her small frame was shaking, Luciana could feel the raw fury rolling off her. "That's not the worst part." Seht it gets worse. "There is also evidence of this trauma going back years, and the healer doesn't know how long." Seht it was far worse.

Medical Wing

Gold, that was the first thing he saw as he opened his eyes, gold, bronze, brass, all sort of metallic colors. Harry tried to sit up, only for the pain to knock him back to the bed he was on. Wait, bed? Harry looked and saw he was in a bed of some sorts. He also saw his chest was bandaged and bound, a hospital of some sort. Uncle Vernon wasn't going to be thrilled.

"My lord." A voice exclaimed outside of the door. Harry's head darted over to the sound.

"Leave us, don't let anyone know I am here." A slightly metallic voice replied.

"Yes my lord." The voice replied as Harry heard a clanking noise as someone seemed to be walking very quickly away. The door slid down into the floor and harry looked at the one who entered in shock. White and blue robes wrapped around his body with a blue sash around the waist and right shoulder going to his left hip two golden shoulder pieces of armor and a robotic left arm and robotic right hand that harry was sure had a robotic arm attached to it with an articulated headpiece on his head that covered part of his face and pointed upwards like a crown. Then Harry saw the skin. It was blue. The man had blue skin, white hair, pointy ears, and red eyes and was part robot. Harry let out a yelp as he tried to sink into the bed. The man frowned and started forward, Harry then noticing the man's feet were bare as the man stopped in front of his bed.

"So you are the child from my visions." Seht looked on the child's broken form. There was clearly fear in the child's eyes. The Clockwork god kneeled down to put himself on eye level with the child. "What is your name child of man?" The boy looked confused for a moment before answering

"My name is Harry sir, Harry Potter." Harry offered a hand to shake. Seht smiled and took the hand, following Harry's motions carefully as they shook.

"I am Sotha Sil, or Seht." Harry smiled as he looked at him and while the robotic hand felt solid it was warm, like there was life flowing through it. Seht noticed the boy's posture seemed calmer as they shook hands and he carefully set the arm down next to Harry. A gasp rang out from behind him and Seht turned to see Provost Arvel, Luciana, the Vanos twins and Neramo standing in the door, along with Divayth Fyr, his old friend had an eyebrow raised and a familiar lantern in hand.

"Never took you as one to go back on your word Sil, or act out of character." Divayth turned on the lantern and frowned when nothing happened to Sil while Varuni and Luciana glared at him while Harry looked confused.

"It's me old friend."

"You said we wouldn't meet again."

"I did, but that was before my visions of Harry here began."

"What was your vision Lord Seht." Varuni asked.

"I saw green death, a scream, pain, a Breton castle, a stone, a snake, sorrow, a chalice, a phoenix and pain, loss, seven relics, and an evil vanquished." Sotha Sil looked at Harry as he said this, one hand on the child's shoulder as a look of sadness crossed his face.

"Sil, when did these visions begin?" Divayth asked as he stepped forward, the lantern placed on the ground.

"Several months ago is when they had started, they became more frequent until last night being the clearest vision, I asked you to come back because I knew he would change fate. Harry changes it now just by being here."

"I'm sorry." Everyone looked over to see Harry attempting to push himself up. "I didn't mean to mess up." They were shocked, everyone was frozen at what Harry had said. Varuni stepped forward and pulled out her staff causing Harry to flinch.

"It's alright Harry." Varuni called upon her magic and began casting restoration spells on Harry, the child looking on in awe as he felt his injuries heal. Eventually Varuni stopped as Harry was healed and stepped back.

"What was that?" Harry asked.

"That was magic little one." Harry froze and looked on in fear.

"Please don't say that word." Varuni looked confused, Luciana decided to take over.

"What word?"

"The M word."

"Magic?"

"Don't say it. Magic isn't real!" His panic eventually showed as lights flickered and the tools in the room began to float in the air. "I did it again. I'm sorry!"

"What did you do?" Luciana asked while Neramo began to study the magica output of the small child.

"My freakishness. I do this because I'm a freak." the room was deathly quiet. Luciana and Varuni's jaw dropped, Seht's eyebrows were raised, Neramo was frozen mid spell, Raynor and Kireth's eyes were like dinner plates but it was Divayth who took action.

"A freak." His voice was calm, and not in a good way. "Who said this?" Harry was slightly shaking as Divayth spoke, the Dunmer waved his hand. "Actually forget that, whoever said that must have been an uneducated s'wit, and clearly the worst kind of n'wah if they would abuse a child this powerful."

"What do you mean Divayth?" This came from Kireth as she raised an eyebrow.

"Neramo. You were scanning his magica signature correct?"

"Yes Lord Fyr." Neramo began moving his hands to finish the spell as a burst of blue light was released, and Neramo's jaw fell open. "Auriel. His power is on par with most Telvanni Magisters, and some Altmer as well." Sotha Sil put one of his hands to his chin as he thought for a moment, millions of probabilities and solutions running through his head.

"Mr. Fyr?" Divayth turned towards Harry. "What are Telvanni and Altmer?" Divayth smiled as he looked a Harry.

"The Telvanni are one of the ruling houses of Morrowind and are known for producing some of the most powerful Dunmer sorcerers in all of Tamriel. As for the Altmer like Neramo over here, they are known as High Elves and are the strongest of all the races when it comes to magic, though sometimes there are individuals far stronger in the other races but they are few and far between sadly."

"Oh." Harry thought for a moment. "Do I need to go back home?" He asked nervously. Divayth and Luciana looked at each other before Divayth picked up one of Harry's small hands.

"Harry I want you to listen here, the people that did this will not come near you ever again. If by some chance they do, they will have to face all of us. The Vayros twins over there, these people will face their sword and spell, they will be crushed beneath Luciana's maul and torn asunder by the magics Varuni, Neramo and I wield. And Sil, well there's a reason he's called a living god."

"Don't worry child, you're safe now." Kireth stated as she came over and hugged Harry.

"My lord." All turned to Luciana. "I would like to sponsor Harry for citizenship." Seht looked over to Luciana and frowned.

"I'm sorry Luciana, request denied." Everyone was silent Varuni was holding Harry close to her as he looked like he would begin crying again. "I will sponsor him." Everyone froze. Luciana reached over and turned on the lantern, aiming it at Sotha Sil.

"I'll admit, I didn't see that happening Sil." Divayth froze.

"I'll get his citizenship paperwork filled out." Varuni began to walk out.

"Provost Arvel." Varuni turned. "Change his name."

"To what my lord." Seht replied and Varuni activated the lantern.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Albus was finishing some late night paperwork, if he was being honest this situation with the cursed vaults was going too far, when all of a sudden the Book of Names began to glow. The old headmaster smiled as a new name was entered to the book before going over to check, opening the page he frowned as Harry Potter's name was gone, in its place was perhaps the strangest name he had seen.

"Who is Sotha Hari?" He asked to himself.