This is the first fanfiction I have ever written as well as the only one I have currently published so I won't lie, I'm a little nervous towards the reception it will get... Any comments and/or suggestions wether favourable or not are welcome, but I just ask the you keep them respectful please; constructive criticism is one thing, insults are another. Also, I am currently looking for a beta reader, so if anyone is interested, please drop a line and I will contact you as soon as possible.

Plot details: This is a fic that has been running around in my mind for quite some time and I decided to try and write it the way I would have like the series to unfold. This will be a Super!Harry as I'm a fan of the genre, but it won't be a ''Heir of all founders and Merlin'' type thing or an instant power boost; any and all abilities Harry will gain, he'll have to work for and his power level won't reach God-like status. Eventually, Harry's skill will reach the Dumbledore/Voldemort level but only in certain branches of magic - Harry won't be a master potionneer or a seer or have insane battle-magic. Rather, I've decided to give him talent in Warding, arithmancy and transfiguration. The reason for this being that I'm going to go in depth into the rules of magic and its different branches (Something I would have liked J.K. Rowling to do) and clearly define their abilities and limitations. Also, Wandless magic will be present but extremely limited: Wizards use wands for a reason (Or so my story presumes) . As for staves, I'm not a fan of them so I'll limit myself to wands. As for the plotline, It's quite simple - I've tried to write Harry as more observing and intelligent, so he'll train himself, learn about magic more in-depth, and ultimately, try to live his life to the fullest while trying to defeat voldemort. Saying any more would be spoilers.

Warning: Hermione and Ron Bashing will ensue, but to a limited degree( because I hated the way they acted towards Harry in book 5) and there will be use of swearing and sexual references throughout, though I'm not yet comfortable with writing lemons so don't expect graphic scenes for a while.

"Speech"

'Thought'

"Legilimency"

Chapter 1

A silent Harry Potter mulled over the past year in the back of his uncle's Volvo on the ride 'home' from King's Cross station. Contrarily to what everyone who knew him would have thought, he didn't blame himself for Cedric Diggory's death. No, that was Dumbledore's fault; Harry had started doubting Dumbledore's intentions shortly after the third task. To be more precise, he had started to doubt after being brushed off yet again when he had asked Dumbledore for some answers in the Hogwarts infirmary. So while Harry lay alone in the infirmary nursing a broken leg, he had begun to question the events that had led up to his current condition. And that's when he realised something huge: Nothing made sense since the beginning of his fourth year of tuition; how could the most powerful and wise light wizard since Merlin himself NOT realise that one of his close friends was in fact being impersonated by a death eater? For a whole YEAR? Harry had then had his epiphany: It wasn't just his fourth year that made no sense; it was his entire stay at Hogwarts: Dumbledore hadn't realised that the most evil dark lord since Grindelwald had been stuck to the back of his employee's head? That what was PETRIFYING his students during Harry's second year was a Basilisk? There were only a handful of creatures that COULD petrify humans to begin with! And to think that a SECOND YEAR girl, no matter how smart, had figured it out meant one thing: Dumbledore knew. He knew all of it! He had to! It was the ONLY logical explanation. Which lead to Harry's earth shattering question: `What Does Dumbledore get out of letting me go through all that crap?'

Harry was jostled out of his thoughts when his uncle pulled into the driveway at number 4 private drive. Picking up his trunk and Hedwig's cage, he trudged through the front door and straight up to his room. The utter lack of threats coming from his uncle and the absence of his aunt's insults, though a welcome change, bode ill for the rest of the summer. After a few minutes of settling back into his personal level of hell, he laid out spread eagled on his bed; he needed to think and make some sense of years of strange coincidences and odd occurrences.

'Okay' Harry thought as he rubbed his temples. 'Let's start from the beginning and place the list of my screwings-over in chronological order: Number one, The Dursleys; the blood wards around privet drive are fuelled by LOVE. What a joke... And now that Voldemort has my blood, does that mean he can enter privet drive? Note to self, look up blood wards and FAST. Number two, I'm a Goddamn celebrity and I have never received any fan mail, even at Hogwarts. Which means someone is screening and/or holding back my mail. Which begs the question: 'What am I not receiving?' How about bank statements? They exist in the muggle banking system, so does Gringotts offer a similar service? Is it mandatory? I'll have to look into it later. Number three, Quirrel; what the hell is up with that? You're telling me that there isn't a single protection in Hogwarts that didn't notice a wraith stuck to the back of his cranium? Maybe wards or some sort of dark magic detector? And what about the unicorn blood; you'd think that Dumbledore would know if unicorns started popping up dead in his forest, considering how potent and dangerous their blood is if used for dark magic...Then comes the protections around the mirror of Erised: A room full of flying keys? A chessboard? Not an amalgamation of wards or a fidelius charm? If Dumbledore had really wanted to, he could have replaced Snape's entire riddle with poison... And why not just keep it on Dumbledore at all times? He IS the most powerful wizard currently out there...And why would he leave the mirror out for me to find like that? Out in the open with Quirrel lurking about...Something doesn't add up. Moving on to my second year: The Basilisk. 'Nuff said. And what about my parseltongue abilities? Yet another thing to look into. Then comes the journal: What kind of magic can recreate life? Didn't Dumbledore tell me in first year that no magic can bring back the dead? Then how can Voldemort still be alive? I mean, he WAS hit full frontal with a fucking killing curse! And how could a YOUNGER version of him be in that diary? I'll have to remember to look into that too. Number five, Sirius: Dumbledore is the head of the wizengamot, so why didn't he push for a trial? If only to know how he failed so he wouldn't make the same mistake again. And what about the fidelius charm? That's insanely advanced magic! There's no way Pettigrew could have cast that behemoth. So how did he become the secret keeper? Since Dumbledore's the one who sent mum and dad into hiding, it makes sense that he would know who the secret keeper was! And why did mum and dad go into hiding in the first place? Is that what Dumbledore wouldn't tell me in my first year? What the hell is going on here? This is starting to look like a conspiracy and I'm not even done my third year yet! And what about Lupin? The man was one of dad's closest friends and he never even TRIED to look me up? Not even once? If he DID try to contact me through letters, he would have asked why I hadn't responded after we met last year...Which means he can't be trusted, at least not for the moment. And why wouldn't Dumbledore just order veritaserum used on me or Sirius to prove his innocence last year? Hell, even Severus bloody SNAPE was there! It seems my list of potential allies is getting pretty thin. And number six, this entire convoluted tournament! My primary concern is how the hell did Crouch get into Hogwarts in the first place? Isn't it supposed to be the safest place in the world? And how did Crouch not slip up once with Dumbledore? You'd think two people who've known each other that long had a few inside jokes, if not stories to reminisce about...Either Crouch is an Oscar award winning actor or Dumbledore was up to something. Somehow the latter seems more likely at this point. And what about the tournament itself? How is it magically binding if SOMEONE ELSE threw in my name? That would mean that the amount of fraud in the wizarding world would be catastrophic if someone could create a magically binding oath simply by WRITING DOWN SOMEONE ELSES NAME! And another thing thing I'll have to look into. Oh joy.'

Harry got up from his bed, retrieved a quill, ink and some parchment from his trunk then sat down at his desk. 'Might as well write up a list of what I have to look into' Harry thought wearily as he began scratching away at his parchment.

Contact gringotts

Look up blood wards

Try to get Sirius exonerated

Look into life/death magic (How is Voldemort alive. Is it Necromancy?)

Magical contracts

Parseltongue. How can it be used?

Expand my knowledge base (Voldemort may be insane, but he has fifty years of experience and most likely some extremely dark stuff at his disposal. Also, best not count out Dumbledore; the man's a living legend.)

A small list it might be, but writing it had taken harry hours he had not seen pass by. He would start his inquiries the following morning, he decided. Already dozing off, Harry hobbled tiredly to his bed and fell into nightmare-addled sleep.

Harry awoke the following morning with a jolt. Gasping for air and clutching at his chest, the image of the killing curse hurtling towards him burned into his retinas. Cold sweat dripped down his back as he got up and stumbled into the shower, the warm water soothing to the touch. Harry quickly got dressed and quietly walked down the stairs - He didn't want to wake the Durseleys lest the eat him for breakfast. Harry snickered at the thought, opening the front door and exiting the house. He pulled out his wand and stuck it out, the Knight bus exploding into existance meer inches from his face.

'' 'Ello there, My name is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor today.'' A skinny youth with severe acne proclaimed in an unintelligible cockney accent as he leaned down towards Harry.

Harry hastily shoved thirteen sickles towards Stan, while blurting out ''The Leaky Cauldron'' hoping to avoid any conversation. Grabbing the receipt, Harry sat down and held on as hard as he could to his seet. The bus screeched forwards at an allarming pace, houses, buildings and people an indistinct blur outside the windows. Turning left, then right then left again, the bus lurched forward, then back as Ernie the driver drove on with gusto.

'' Leaky Cauldron, London'' Were the most beautiful words Harry had ever heard and he steeped down from the bus still queasy from the ride. Making his way inside, he avoided the gaze of the other patrons of the pub and strode towards the archway to Diagon Alley.

The Alley was full of people browsing and walking about to various shops that Harry had never even entered or heard of before. Once again, Harry pondered how much knowledge he was lacking about so many items, customs and the wozarding world in general - He wasn't even sure how the political system worked for Merlin's sake!

'' Note to self: Learn as much as I can about everything I can. Knowledge is power. And to fight in the upcoming war, I'll need as much power as I can get."

Harry made his way to Gringotts, the tall marble columns almost blinding him as he walked out of the sunlight and into the bank. Harry walked nervously into the cathedral-like hall, looking left and right wondering who to talk to when he saw the information desk. Harry turned left and stood in line, waiting his turn as teh wizard in front of him argued with the Goblin teller is a language he couldn't identify. Finally, the man walked away angrily and Harry stepped forwards.

"Hello sir, welcome to Gringotts. How may I help you?" The Goblin queried.

- Um, well you see, I would like to speak with someone about the state of my finances and any bureaucratic aspects surrounding them.

- Very well sir, name and key please.

Harry handed over his key and spoke his name, noticing the subtle twitch in the Goblins eyebrow as it raised slightly higher.

"Right this way " the Goblin proclaimed as it hopped down from it's stand and walked towards a wooder door. The Goblin opened the door and ushered Harry into a small office with many filing cabinets and an older looking Goblin sitting behind an oaken desk.

The elder Goblin looked up at Harry and proclaimed "Welcome Mister Potter. We've been expecting you for quite some time."