Summary: This is a short and shitty fic about Harry having magical electrical powers and his hard work to control them while also learning about normal magic and wizarding society in general at Hogwarts. It's a pity though that the followers of the defeated dark lord Voldemort and various random monsters are doing their best to kill him, the Boy-Who-Lived. Slightly AU/AR, Slytherin!Harry.
Fulgurmancer
Chapter one
Prologue
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31st October, 1981:
James, look!"
The bespectacled man looked up from his paper at the urging of his wife, who was holding their baby in her arms.
His gaze then stopped at the small glass orb that Harry was toying with. The orb was flashing with blue lightning, imitating a plasma light.
"Is that what I think it is?"
Lily smiled as her pearl white teeth sparkled with joy.
"Yeah, it's his affinity. He's a fulgurmancer! That's going to be so awesome!"
James was stunned. It was very rare for magicians to have an elemental affinity, such as the affinity of lightning. Most tended to have the normal silver or bronze glow that indicated that they had a neutral magical affinity.
But before he could comment on the great luck that his child was blessed with, the front door with loudly opened and slammed shut with a heavy thud. The noise made young Harry cry in discomfort, causing him to drop the magical tool on the floor, making it shatter into hundreds of shards.
Lily looked towards the hall with a worried look and quickly carried their son into his sleeping chamber, leaving him to welcome their uninvited guest.
He rose from his chair and drew his wand, pointing it in the direction of the hall.
"Who's there?!"
"Prongs! Thank the moon goddess! It's me, Moony!"
James lowered his wand as the wards confirmed the identity of the uninvited visitor: Remus Lupin, childhood friend, fellow marauder, member of the Order of the Phoenix and a werewolf.
The ragged man stumbled into the living room, with a very stressed and terrified expression on his face.
"I'm so glad you are still alive. Get Lily and Harry and come with me! There's not much time left!"
"What are you talking about? What's happen?"
"We've been betrayed. Someone have broken their oath and revealed this location to Lord Voldemort! We need to get the three of you to safety!"
"B-betrayed..? Who would?"
"I don't know, but I could feel the power of the charm lifting. That means that either Sirius, Severus or Peter betrayed us! Hurry, you must leave as soon as possibl-!"
Remus was interrupted by a loud explosion that thundered through the village.
"Curses! They are already here! Get Lily, Harry and yourself to safety! I'll hold the Death Eaters off!"
James didn't even have time to protest before his friend transformed into his other skin, the skin of the werewolf, who then simply turned around and charged out of the building, claws alit with moonfire and fangs dripping with venom, eager to slaughter, leaving James alone in his living room.
James then hurried towards his wife and son, but before he could reach the baby chamber, the house itself started to shake and then he heard an unholy incantation, a dark curse.
He barely managed to create a ward to protect himself before the house wall was torn asunder and a being cloaked in shadow emerged from the hole.
James reacted on instinct and lashed out with his wand at the invader, sending a cascade of bright purple magic against the Dark Lord Voldemort, a curse of such power that it melted everything that it hit.
Yet the Dark Lord did not seem concerned when his cloak and flesh melted away at the touch of James's curse. Instead, he offered a cruel smile and lashed out with his own wand:
"Avada Kedavra!"
The bright green light flashed and stuck James with such speed that he couldn't even react, making him collapse on the floor, dead the very instant the unforgivable curse hit him. The wall behind him that was hit by the curse exploded in a rain of bricks and dust.
The vile being scoffed at the duel as his wounds and clothes mended the damages caused on their own and then marched with firm steps into the baby chamber, where he was greeted by the sight of the young mother who whimpered in the corner, clutching her dear baby to her chest, in a weak attempt to shield him from the evil.
"Lily Potter. Give me the boy, and I'll spare your life."
"Never!" And then he noticed the wand in her other hand.
He raised a ward and she launched a spell at him, a spell that sparkled with golden stars.
The powerful spell slammed into the ward, but failed to break it, leaving the Dark Lord unharmed.
He flicked his wand and her wand was ripped out of her hand, leaving it bloody as the skin on her palm followed her now lost wand.
He smirked at the sight of her clutching her crying baby with both hands, leaving it stained with blood.
"If you are that willing to die for him, then I'll accept your offer. Avada Kedavra!"
The bright green curse lashed out and claimed the life of Lily Potter, who now held her crying baby in her cold hands.
Voldemort walked over to the corpse and the pulled out the bloody baby from her unmoving grip.
"Harry Potter... It's a shame that the prophecy claimed that you'd be the one who'd defeat me... In any other life, you could live a happy and ignorant life... But we must all do our part in the grand scheme of things..."
He laid the child on a nursing table and studied it for a few moments.
"...Disgusting... Farewell, Harry Potter."
And then he aimed his wand at the head of the boy, who kept on crying.
"Avada Kedavra!"
And then the house exploded.
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"Albus, you're finally here..!"
The shabby man whimpered in relief at the sight of the elder Albus Dumbledore, clad in a bright teal robe with his silver hair and beard tucked into a runed belt.
The sage observed the burning ruin with dread in his bright blue eyes before he realized that Remus was holding a crying bundle in his only arm, as the other had been reduced to a stump that oozed of foul pus and cursed blood.
"Remus, what happened here?"
"We were betrayed... Voldemort and Death Eaters... I did my best but I was unable to stop them... Lily and James... They're dead!"
The crippled werewolf began his explanation with a haunted and exhausted tone but it grew increasingly hysterical towards the end.
Albus wasted no time and forced the werewolf into a dreamless slumber with a flick of his wand. A hysterical werewolf that was about to snap and also holding a baby would not improve the situation in the slightest.
But he was glad that Remus had kept enough of his sanity to ignore his grievous injuries and brave into the ruined house to save the baby. At least one life had been spared from the madness of former Tom Riddle.
"Albus, what's happened here?!"
The warlock turned around and realized that other wizards, great defenders against Voldemort, had arrived:
Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic and leader of magical Britain and the one who had called out the question.
Bartemius Crouch Senior, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, escorted by three aurors.
Alastor Moody, former auror and member of the Order of the Phoenix.
Rubeus Hagrid, half-giant, member of the Order of the Phoenix and Keeper of the Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts.
"It appears that we were too late. The Fidelius Charm was broken due to betrayal from one of the secret keepers, which was all Voldemort needed to attack the Potters. Remus claim that both Lily and James are dead, but he managed to save the baby, Harry."
"And what of Voldemort? Did he escape?"
"I don't know Cornelius. Alastor, is Voldemort within your sight range?"
"No, but I can see traces of dark magic from the upper floor of the ruined house. Incorporeal, yet not dead, some sort of limbo. I'd wager that necromancy played a major part of whatever happened in that room."
"And the Death Eaters?"
"None in the village. Must have scattered like the rats they are when the explosion roared. I'd say that the village is safe enough for now, but I'll keep vigilant."
"Good. But I have a bad feeling..."
Albus turned around and walked over to the shivering werewolf, who still clutched the crying baby to his chest, in an effort to protect the innocent.
He gently tapped the stump with the tip of his wand, cleaning the wound before he gently pried of the small boy from the tired fingers of the moon-cursed.
"Harry James Potter, one year old and still alive..."
He gently brushed aside a raven lock to get a clear look on the baby's face before he froze.
"...A scar!"
The others quickly gathered around him after his exclamation and stared at the revealed forehead. A scar, in the shape of a lightning bolt, was carved into the flesh and skull, oozing blood and corruption.
"...It appears that one of the mysteries have been solved. This scar reeks heavily of sacrifice and protection. Blood magic and necromancy, working together while attempting to reject each other at the same time."
"What does it mean?"
"Whatever Voldemort tried to do, it was rejected by the blood magic that protects Harry and rebounded back at him. Alastor, can you see the residue of what was used against Harry?"
The mad eye stared at the scar for a few moments before it spun away.
"Foul, dark, unforgivable magic lingers over and in that scar. The boy was hit by the Killing Curse, without a doubt."
"That's impossible! The-One-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is a master of that curse! No one can survive it!"
One of the unnamed aurors objected to Mad-Eye's claim.
"And yet, here's one, bawling his eyes out. He'll without a doubt become a legend. He'll get a cliché title such as the 'Boy-Who-Lived' or something like that."
"Enough Alastor. That kind of stuff is unimportant. But that confirmed my suspicions. Alastor, I need you to gather a team that you can trust and then hunt down what remains of Voldemort's soul. I believe he possesses a horcrux, so he's not dead yet, even if his killing curse was reflected back at him."
The paranoid man nodded and apparated away.
"He possess a horcrux?!"
Fudge was clearly worried by the reveal that the Dark Lord might be even harder to kill than they had hoped for.
"I believe that he even have several, but that is a topic for another time. Hagrid."
"Yes, Professor?"
"Find Sirius and Peter, before they find each other, and make sure to bring them both alive to Wizengamot for questioning!"
"I'll get straight to it!"
The enormous man saluted and apparated away with his wandless magic.
"Now, the final topic before we start to dig out the fallen: What should we do with young Harry?"
"He's a hero, so we nee-"
"He needs to live with his relatives."
Fudge was interrupted by the soft voice of Crouch, who continued to speak.
"Professor Dumbledore, you implied that blood magic protects him? Then he'll be safe with his relatives. This also falls in accordance of the law that state that orphans are to live with their closest living blood-relatives until they come of age. Do you know if he have any relatives, professor Dumbledore?"
Albus nodded gravely.
"He does. An aunt, Lily's sister, Petunia Dursley."
"Then that's settled. But we need to ensure that no hostile forces are present in his future home. I'm thinking of maybe three aurors, patrolling and guarding the perimeters of the town and multiple protective charms and spells?"
Fudge nodded in agreement.
"Of course, we must keep him safe. I'll entrust the matter to you Barty, you'll do it!"
"Then it's settled. But one more thing..."
The proper man with his toothbrush moustache stared sadly at the burning ruins.
"I've grown tired of these acts of terror. Minister Fudge, may I suggest that we take a significantly stronger and harsher stance against the dark arts and all who practice it?"
Fudge adopted a bothered expression on his face, since he was quite liberal and always felt uncomfortable discussing limiting the rights of citizens, no matter what the cause was.
"...Maybe. We need to discuss it in the Wizengamot first, but I agree that we need to do something to put an end to all this meaningless slaughter.â€
The Minister for Magic turned to the old headmaster.
“Albus, can you please take Harry and Lupin to St. Mungo's before you leave Harry in the care of his relatives? I'd feel really bad if that scar is left untreated."
Albus nodded in agreement.
"Well then, let's put out the fire, take out the bodies and fix the collateral damages! Men, let's get to work!"
And with that said, Fudge swung his wand and extinguished the fires and repaired the house while the three unnamed aurors ran inside to find the corpses of the Potters.
Albus put Harry to sleep with a simple spell and then conjured one of his portkeys to St. Mungo's, which he then promptly used to travel to the hospital where the healers took Remus away to heal him and give him an early treatment of Wolfbane potion before they cleaned the lightning shaped scar that arched down across Harry's forehead.
Once the scar was cleaned, Albus picked up the baby and then apparated to a suburb in Surrey called Little Whinging. While apparation is a rough and uncomfortable travel method, the enchanted sleep dominated and kept the baby asleep as he breathed softly.
He wasted no time before he walked with a brisk pace towards Privet Drive number 4, the house were Petunia Dursley lived with her husband and son.
Once in front of the simple yet elegant wooden front door, he conjured as basket and blankets, which he softly placed the sleeping baby in.
Once Harry was safely embedded in the warm blankets and laid in front of the door, Albus pulled out his wand and cast several charms over the baby, to keep him safe and alive. Then he swiftly wrote a letter on parchment with a conjured quill that's always inked in his elegant thin cursive style, where he explained everything to the Dursleys.
And once the letter was written, sealed and placed in Harry's tiny hands, he crunched down and stroked the poor orphan's soft tufts of hair.
Then the boy whimpered as he softly woke up and opened his gree- Albus paused his observation as a static shock blasted though his hand and arm as uncanny electric blue eyes stared confused at him, before they faded back into their natural emerald eye color before he closed them again and went back to sleep.
Albus rose, ignoring the unpleasant sting in his arm as he considered this new information.
"A fulgurmancer eh? I guess you are truly destined to be a great wizard. I'll look forward to see you in Hogwarts. Goodbye for now, Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived..."
And with that final thought, Albus Dumbledore returned to the Wizarding World while Harry was soon discovered and taken in by the Dursley Family...
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1st July, 1991:
"Vernon, look at this!"
Vernon Dursley interrupted his peaceful and normal breakfast that consisted of toast and bacon to look at his wife Petunia, who was waving today's mail with a disturbed expression on her face.
He accepted the paper and the letters from her and then put on his reading glasses and started reading.
There was nothing strange about the paper so he could rule that one out directly. So he looked through the letters.
Two bills, one about the phone and the other about the car insurance. That was completely ordinary.
One letter about advertising the new supermarket next to the new highway. That was ordinary as well.
And the last one… that was clearly the problem.
The last letter was made from parchment paper and it was fairly heavy for a letter. It carried a sigil seal of a fancy H surrounded by a lion, a snake, a badger and an eagle.
He turned it over and read the sender and receiver:
From: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
To: Harry Potter, Cupboard under the stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England.
He read those sentences several times before he put down the letter with a sigh.
"And here I thought this would be a normal day…"
"What should we do?"
His wife was clearly disrupted by this letter, and had apparently lost this ability to think clearly, hence why she asked her husband for guidance, about a matter that she would normally handle with ease on her own.
He replied with a lazy shrug on his shoulder, having already lost interest in the subject and then turned once more to his breakfast.
…Which she snagged out of his reach.
"Vernon! This is important!"
"More important than my breakfast?!"
"Yes! What should we do about this?!"
Petunia made a hysteric hand gesture towards the letter from Hogwarts.
"Just give it to the boy. Let him join up with his freak kind. It will at least get him out of our sight, right?"
"…But… They are freaks..!"
"Well, I've always said that the freaks should stick together so we know where they are so we can avoid them. Let him go and join the circus of his kind."
And with that said, Vernon finished the talk and grabbed his plate of toast and bacon, before he began to wolf both down in triumph.
Petunia sighed in defeat and then picked up the letter and walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway, stopping outside the cupboard under the stairs.
She let out another sigh before she knocked hardly on the small door.
"Wake up! You've gotten a letter!"
And with that screeched out, she ripped open the door, revealing her thin nephew who sat up in a disoriented manner, searching for his glasses while scratching his messy raven hair.
Her sharp eyes swept over the cupboard. No signs of his usual freakishness. That was a good sign at least.
"Here!" She threw the letter at him and then slammed the door, leaving him in complete darkness as usual while she walked back into the kitchen to eat her own breakfast.
Young Harry fumbled after the letter and after he grabbed it with one of his hands, he raised the other in a soft fist and released it, which generated tiny tendrils of electrical charges, harmless but bright. So bright that they lit up the whole cupboard, bathing him in blue light and granting him the ability to see the text that was printed on this letter.
"Let's see here… from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…"
He felt excitement bubble up inside him and he quickly but gently opened the letter and began to read the first page of the letter:
Dear Mr. Potter.
We are pleased to inform you that you've been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your response by no later than 31st July. Please see the attached notice on various ways to reply to this letter.
Yours sincerely
Minerva McGonnagall
Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry was stunned. This was either a cruel joke or a wonderful miracle. He had a feeling it would be the former but he would hope that it would be the latter. He opened and exited the cupboard and stumbled into the kitchen.
He would need to speak with his uncle about this…
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28th July:
"Well, here we are boy. A shabby pub called Leaky Cauldron in London. You've got enough money to handle both school supplies and a place to stay for a few days. Remember that we won't see each other until next summer so enjoy yourself with your kind. Good luck!"
The fat man laughed loudly as he sat down back into his car and drove off while waving goodbye to his nephew who looked completely lost. The very sight of that made him chuckle.
And Harry, for the first time in his life, realized that he was alone and in a way, free from the Dursleys.
The very idea, no, thought about that was enough to rejoice. He was free from the Dursleys and he was a wizard, and he was going to a school to learn how to use magic.
So with those cheerful thoughts in his head, he turned around and entered the shabby pub.
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"Excuse me sir."
The man behind the bar turned around to look at Harry, who had addressed him.
"Yes, young man, how can I be of service?"
The flash of the toothless smile made Harry feel quite ill.
"I-I am wondering if you know how to get into Diagon Alley? I've gotten a letter that says that I have to enter this building to find Diagon Alley but it gives no more details beyond that."
"Ah, a new student of Hogwarts? Go into the backyard and press your hand or wand on each brick that is marked with runes and then channel your magic into them. It doesn't matter which order you pick when it comes to the bricks. The pathway into Diagon Alley will open for your when all bricks with runes have felt your magic. Go that way to get to the backyard. Good luck!"
The innkeeper gave the instructions and Harry followed them, though he was worried that he had misheard something due to the slight lisp of the toothless man.
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Harry could feel that he was in the right place, once he had entered the backyard.
It was filthy and smelly due to the garbage cans but the red and white brick wall in front of him was impossible to miss, and he could feel that something emitted from it, something strange, and something magical…
He walked in front of it and inspected the wall and quickly found what he was looking for:
Seven bricks, each with a strange rune carved onto them, was scattered across the wall in some sort of pattern.
Harry carefully placed his hand on the brick that was closest to him and released what he assumed was his magic. The bright electrical spark flashed and surged from his hand into the rune of the brick stone, which caused it to glow with a faint golden light.
Getting confident by the result, he quickly repeated the process on the other six bricks, and once the seventh glowed with the golden light, the wall itself shock and started to transform itself.
He backed away from the changing wall so that he would not get hurt but he barely managed to move one meter before the wall had turned into a large archway, which led to a long street filled with strange shops and people clad in strange clothes. And a large marble building rose above the others at the very end of the street.
"Hey! You, that kid with the black hair!"
Harry turned to his left so he faced a filthy man with spots all over his face, clad in a strange robe and hat, who had called out to him with an inebriated voice.
"Yeah, you! Welcome to Diagon Alley!"
The wizard stranger cheered as he took a swing of the black thick liquid in the bottle that he was holding and Harry couldn't help but to smile.
Perhaps he finally found a place where he belonged?
And with that in mind, Harry walked through the archway and left the normal world and entered the new and exciting wizarding world…
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Fulgurmancer
Chapter one
Prologue
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31st October, 1981:
James, look!"
The bespectacled man looked up from his paper at the urging of his wife, who was holding their baby in her arms.
His gaze then stopped at the small glass orb that Harry was toying with. The orb was flashing with blue lightning, imitating a plasma light.
"Is that what I think it is?"
Lily smiled as her pearl white teeth sparkled with joy.
"Yeah, it's his affinity. He's a fulgurmancer! That's going to be so awesome!"
James was stunned. It was very rare for magicians to have an elemental affinity, such as the affinity of lightning. Most tended to have the normal silver or bronze glow that indicated that they had a neutral magical affinity.
But before he could comment on the great luck that his child was blessed with, the front door with loudly opened and slammed shut with a heavy thud. The noise made young Harry cry in discomfort, causing him to drop the magical tool on the floor, making it shatter into hundreds of shards.
Lily looked towards the hall with a worried look and quickly carried their son into his sleeping chamber, leaving him to welcome their uninvited guest.
He rose from his chair and drew his wand, pointing it in the direction of the hall.
"Who's there?!"
"Prongs! Thank the moon goddess! It's me, Moony!"
James lowered his wand as the wards confirmed the identity of the uninvited visitor: Remus Lupin, childhood friend, fellow marauder, member of the Order of the Phoenix and a werewolf.
The ragged man stumbled into the living room, with a very stressed and terrified expression on his face.
"I'm so glad you are still alive. Get Lily and Harry and come with me! There's not much time left!"
"What are you talking about? What's happen?"
"We've been betrayed. Someone have broken their oath and revealed this location to Lord Voldemort! We need to get the three of you to safety!"
"B-betrayed..? Who would?"
"I don't know, but I could feel the power of the charm lifting. That means that either Sirius, Severus or Peter betrayed us! Hurry, you must leave as soon as possibl-!"
Remus was interrupted by a loud explosion that thundered through the village.
"Curses! They are already here! Get Lily, Harry and yourself to safety! I'll hold the Death Eaters off!"
James didn't even have time to protest before his friend transformed into his other skin, the skin of the werewolf, who then simply turned around and charged out of the building, claws alit with moonfire and fangs dripping with venom, eager to slaughter, leaving James alone in his living room.
James then hurried towards his wife and son, but before he could reach the baby chamber, the house itself started to shake and then he heard an unholy incantation, a dark curse.
He barely managed to create a ward to protect himself before the house wall was torn asunder and a being cloaked in shadow emerged from the hole.
James reacted on instinct and lashed out with his wand at the invader, sending a cascade of bright purple magic against the Dark Lord Voldemort, a curse of such power that it melted everything that it hit.
Yet the Dark Lord did not seem concerned when his cloak and flesh melted away at the touch of James's curse. Instead, he offered a cruel smile and lashed out with his own wand:
"Avada Kedavra!"
The bright green light flashed and stuck James with such speed that he couldn't even react, making him collapse on the floor, dead the very instant the unforgivable curse hit him. The wall behind him that was hit by the curse exploded in a rain of bricks and dust.
The vile being scoffed at the duel as his wounds and clothes mended the damages caused on their own and then marched with firm steps into the baby chamber, where he was greeted by the sight of the young mother who whimpered in the corner, clutching her dear baby to her chest, in a weak attempt to shield him from the evil.
"Lily Potter. Give me the boy, and I'll spare your life."
"Never!" And then he noticed the wand in her other hand.
He raised a ward and she launched a spell at him, a spell that sparkled with golden stars.
The powerful spell slammed into the ward, but failed to break it, leaving the Dark Lord unharmed.
He flicked his wand and her wand was ripped out of her hand, leaving it bloody as the skin on her palm followed her now lost wand.
He smirked at the sight of her clutching her crying baby with both hands, leaving it stained with blood.
"If you are that willing to die for him, then I'll accept your offer. Avada Kedavra!"
The bright green curse lashed out and claimed the life of Lily Potter, who now held her crying baby in her cold hands.
Voldemort walked over to the corpse and the pulled out the bloody baby from her unmoving grip.
"Harry Potter... It's a shame that the prophecy claimed that you'd be the one who'd defeat me... In any other life, you could live a happy and ignorant life... But we must all do our part in the grand scheme of things..."
He laid the child on a nursing table and studied it for a few moments.
"...Disgusting... Farewell, Harry Potter."
And then he aimed his wand at the head of the boy, who kept on crying.
"Avada Kedavra!"
And then the house exploded.
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"Albus, you're finally here..!"
The shabby man whimpered in relief at the sight of the elder Albus Dumbledore, clad in a bright teal robe with his silver hair and beard tucked into a runed belt.
The sage observed the burning ruin with dread in his bright blue eyes before he realized that Remus was holding a crying bundle in his only arm, as the other had been reduced to a stump that oozed of foul pus and cursed blood.
"Remus, what happened here?"
"We were betrayed... Voldemort and Death Eaters... I did my best but I was unable to stop them... Lily and James... They're dead!"
The crippled werewolf began his explanation with a haunted and exhausted tone but it grew increasingly hysterical towards the end.
Albus wasted no time and forced the werewolf into a dreamless slumber with a flick of his wand. A hysterical werewolf that was about to snap and also holding a baby would not improve the situation in the slightest.
But he was glad that Remus had kept enough of his sanity to ignore his grievous injuries and brave into the ruined house to save the baby. At least one life had been spared from the madness of former Tom Riddle.
"Albus, what's happened here?!"
The warlock turned around and realized that other wizards, great defenders against Voldemort, had arrived:
Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic and leader of magical Britain and the one who had called out the question.
Bartemius Crouch Senior, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, escorted by three aurors.
Alastor Moody, former auror and member of the Order of the Phoenix.
Rubeus Hagrid, half-giant, member of the Order of the Phoenix and Keeper of the Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts.
"It appears that we were too late. The Fidelius Charm was broken due to betrayal from one of the secret keepers, which was all Voldemort needed to attack the Potters. Remus claim that both Lily and James are dead, but he managed to save the baby, Harry."
"And what of Voldemort? Did he escape?"
"I don't know Cornelius. Alastor, is Voldemort within your sight range?"
"No, but I can see traces of dark magic from the upper floor of the ruined house. Incorporeal, yet not dead, some sort of limbo. I'd wager that necromancy played a major part of whatever happened in that room."
"And the Death Eaters?"
"None in the village. Must have scattered like the rats they are when the explosion roared. I'd say that the village is safe enough for now, but I'll keep vigilant."
"Good. But I have a bad feeling..."
Albus turned around and walked over to the shivering werewolf, who still clutched the crying baby to his chest, in an effort to protect the innocent.
He gently tapped the stump with the tip of his wand, cleaning the wound before he gently pried of the small boy from the tired fingers of the moon-cursed.
"Harry James Potter, one year old and still alive..."
He gently brushed aside a raven lock to get a clear look on the baby's face before he froze.
"...A scar!"
The others quickly gathered around him after his exclamation and stared at the revealed forehead. A scar, in the shape of a lightning bolt, was carved into the flesh and skull, oozing blood and corruption.
"...It appears that one of the mysteries have been solved. This scar reeks heavily of sacrifice and protection. Blood magic and necromancy, working together while attempting to reject each other at the same time."
"What does it mean?"
"Whatever Voldemort tried to do, it was rejected by the blood magic that protects Harry and rebounded back at him. Alastor, can you see the residue of what was used against Harry?"
The mad eye stared at the scar for a few moments before it spun away.
"Foul, dark, unforgivable magic lingers over and in that scar. The boy was hit by the Killing Curse, without a doubt."
"That's impossible! The-One-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is a master of that curse! No one can survive it!"
One of the unnamed aurors objected to Mad-Eye's claim.
"And yet, here's one, bawling his eyes out. He'll without a doubt become a legend. He'll get a cliché title such as the 'Boy-Who-Lived' or something like that."
"Enough Alastor. That kind of stuff is unimportant. But that confirmed my suspicions. Alastor, I need you to gather a team that you can trust and then hunt down what remains of Voldemort's soul. I believe he possesses a horcrux, so he's not dead yet, even if his killing curse was reflected back at him."
The paranoid man nodded and apparated away.
"He possess a horcrux?!"
Fudge was clearly worried by the reveal that the Dark Lord might be even harder to kill than they had hoped for.
"I believe that he even have several, but that is a topic for another time. Hagrid."
"Yes, Professor?"
"Find Sirius and Peter, before they find each other, and make sure to bring them both alive to Wizengamot for questioning!"
"I'll get straight to it!"
The enormous man saluted and apparated away with his wandless magic.
"Now, the final topic before we start to dig out the fallen: What should we do with young Harry?"
"He's a hero, so we nee-"
"He needs to live with his relatives."
Fudge was interrupted by the soft voice of Crouch, who continued to speak.
"Professor Dumbledore, you implied that blood magic protects him? Then he'll be safe with his relatives. This also falls in accordance of the law that state that orphans are to live with their closest living blood-relatives until they come of age. Do you know if he have any relatives, professor Dumbledore?"
Albus nodded gravely.
"He does. An aunt, Lily's sister, Petunia Dursley."
"Then that's settled. But we need to ensure that no hostile forces are present in his future home. I'm thinking of maybe three aurors, patrolling and guarding the perimeters of the town and multiple protective charms and spells?"
Fudge nodded in agreement.
"Of course, we must keep him safe. I'll entrust the matter to you Barty, you'll do it!"
"Then it's settled. But one more thing..."
The proper man with his toothbrush moustache stared sadly at the burning ruins.
"I've grown tired of these acts of terror. Minister Fudge, may I suggest that we take a significantly stronger and harsher stance against the dark arts and all who practice it?"
Fudge adopted a bothered expression on his face, since he was quite liberal and always felt uncomfortable discussing limiting the rights of citizens, no matter what the cause was.
"...Maybe. We need to discuss it in the Wizengamot first, but I agree that we need to do something to put an end to all this meaningless slaughter.â€
The Minister for Magic turned to the old headmaster.
“Albus, can you please take Harry and Lupin to St. Mungo's before you leave Harry in the care of his relatives? I'd feel really bad if that scar is left untreated."
Albus nodded in agreement.
"Well then, let's put out the fire, take out the bodies and fix the collateral damages! Men, let's get to work!"
And with that said, Fudge swung his wand and extinguished the fires and repaired the house while the three unnamed aurors ran inside to find the corpses of the Potters.
Albus put Harry to sleep with a simple spell and then conjured one of his portkeys to St. Mungo's, which he then promptly used to travel to the hospital where the healers took Remus away to heal him and give him an early treatment of Wolfbane potion before they cleaned the lightning shaped scar that arched down across Harry's forehead.
Once the scar was cleaned, Albus picked up the baby and then apparated to a suburb in Surrey called Little Whinging. While apparation is a rough and uncomfortable travel method, the enchanted sleep dominated and kept the baby asleep as he breathed softly.
He wasted no time before he walked with a brisk pace towards Privet Drive number 4, the house were Petunia Dursley lived with her husband and son.
Once in front of the simple yet elegant wooden front door, he conjured as basket and blankets, which he softly placed the sleeping baby in.
Once Harry was safely embedded in the warm blankets and laid in front of the door, Albus pulled out his wand and cast several charms over the baby, to keep him safe and alive. Then he swiftly wrote a letter on parchment with a conjured quill that's always inked in his elegant thin cursive style, where he explained everything to the Dursleys.
And once the letter was written, sealed and placed in Harry's tiny hands, he crunched down and stroked the poor orphan's soft tufts of hair.
Then the boy whimpered as he softly woke up and opened his gree- Albus paused his observation as a static shock blasted though his hand and arm as uncanny electric blue eyes stared confused at him, before they faded back into their natural emerald eye color before he closed them again and went back to sleep.
Albus rose, ignoring the unpleasant sting in his arm as he considered this new information.
"A fulgurmancer eh? I guess you are truly destined to be a great wizard. I'll look forward to see you in Hogwarts. Goodbye for now, Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived..."
And with that final thought, Albus Dumbledore returned to the Wizarding World while Harry was soon discovered and taken in by the Dursley Family...
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1st July, 1991:
"Vernon, look at this!"
Vernon Dursley interrupted his peaceful and normal breakfast that consisted of toast and bacon to look at his wife Petunia, who was waving today's mail with a disturbed expression on her face.
He accepted the paper and the letters from her and then put on his reading glasses and started reading.
There was nothing strange about the paper so he could rule that one out directly. So he looked through the letters.
Two bills, one about the phone and the other about the car insurance. That was completely ordinary.
One letter about advertising the new supermarket next to the new highway. That was ordinary as well.
And the last one… that was clearly the problem.
The last letter was made from parchment paper and it was fairly heavy for a letter. It carried a sigil seal of a fancy H surrounded by a lion, a snake, a badger and an eagle.
He turned it over and read the sender and receiver:
From: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
To: Harry Potter, Cupboard under the stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England.
He read those sentences several times before he put down the letter with a sigh.
"And here I thought this would be a normal day…"
"What should we do?"
His wife was clearly disrupted by this letter, and had apparently lost this ability to think clearly, hence why she asked her husband for guidance, about a matter that she would normally handle with ease on her own.
He replied with a lazy shrug on his shoulder, having already lost interest in the subject and then turned once more to his breakfast.
…Which she snagged out of his reach.
"Vernon! This is important!"
"More important than my breakfast?!"
"Yes! What should we do about this?!"
Petunia made a hysteric hand gesture towards the letter from Hogwarts.
"Just give it to the boy. Let him join up with his freak kind. It will at least get him out of our sight, right?"
"…But… They are freaks..!"
"Well, I've always said that the freaks should stick together so we know where they are so we can avoid them. Let him go and join the circus of his kind."
And with that said, Vernon finished the talk and grabbed his plate of toast and bacon, before he began to wolf both down in triumph.
Petunia sighed in defeat and then picked up the letter and walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway, stopping outside the cupboard under the stairs.
She let out another sigh before she knocked hardly on the small door.
"Wake up! You've gotten a letter!"
And with that screeched out, she ripped open the door, revealing her thin nephew who sat up in a disoriented manner, searching for his glasses while scratching his messy raven hair.
Her sharp eyes swept over the cupboard. No signs of his usual freakishness. That was a good sign at least.
"Here!" She threw the letter at him and then slammed the door, leaving him in complete darkness as usual while she walked back into the kitchen to eat her own breakfast.
Young Harry fumbled after the letter and after he grabbed it with one of his hands, he raised the other in a soft fist and released it, which generated tiny tendrils of electrical charges, harmless but bright. So bright that they lit up the whole cupboard, bathing him in blue light and granting him the ability to see the text that was printed on this letter.
"Let's see here… from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…"
He felt excitement bubble up inside him and he quickly but gently opened the letter and began to read the first page of the letter:
Dear Mr. Potter.
We are pleased to inform you that you've been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your response by no later than 31st July. Please see the attached notice on various ways to reply to this letter.
Yours sincerely
Minerva McGonnagall
Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry was stunned. This was either a cruel joke or a wonderful miracle. He had a feeling it would be the former but he would hope that it would be the latter. He opened and exited the cupboard and stumbled into the kitchen.
He would need to speak with his uncle about this…
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28th July:
"Well, here we are boy. A shabby pub called Leaky Cauldron in London. You've got enough money to handle both school supplies and a place to stay for a few days. Remember that we won't see each other until next summer so enjoy yourself with your kind. Good luck!"
The fat man laughed loudly as he sat down back into his car and drove off while waving goodbye to his nephew who looked completely lost. The very sight of that made him chuckle.
And Harry, for the first time in his life, realized that he was alone and in a way, free from the Dursleys.
The very idea, no, thought about that was enough to rejoice. He was free from the Dursleys and he was a wizard, and he was going to a school to learn how to use magic.
So with those cheerful thoughts in his head, he turned around and entered the shabby pub.
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"Excuse me sir."
The man behind the bar turned around to look at Harry, who had addressed him.
"Yes, young man, how can I be of service?"
The flash of the toothless smile made Harry feel quite ill.
"I-I am wondering if you know how to get into Diagon Alley? I've gotten a letter that says that I have to enter this building to find Diagon Alley but it gives no more details beyond that."
"Ah, a new student of Hogwarts? Go into the backyard and press your hand or wand on each brick that is marked with runes and then channel your magic into them. It doesn't matter which order you pick when it comes to the bricks. The pathway into Diagon Alley will open for your when all bricks with runes have felt your magic. Go that way to get to the backyard. Good luck!"
The innkeeper gave the instructions and Harry followed them, though he was worried that he had misheard something due to the slight lisp of the toothless man.
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Harry could feel that he was in the right place, once he had entered the backyard.
It was filthy and smelly due to the garbage cans but the red and white brick wall in front of him was impossible to miss, and he could feel that something emitted from it, something strange, and something magical…
He walked in front of it and inspected the wall and quickly found what he was looking for:
Seven bricks, each with a strange rune carved onto them, was scattered across the wall in some sort of pattern.
Harry carefully placed his hand on the brick that was closest to him and released what he assumed was his magic. The bright electrical spark flashed and surged from his hand into the rune of the brick stone, which caused it to glow with a faint golden light.
Getting confident by the result, he quickly repeated the process on the other six bricks, and once the seventh glowed with the golden light, the wall itself shock and started to transform itself.
He backed away from the changing wall so that he would not get hurt but he barely managed to move one meter before the wall had turned into a large archway, which led to a long street filled with strange shops and people clad in strange clothes. And a large marble building rose above the others at the very end of the street.
"Hey! You, that kid with the black hair!"
Harry turned to his left so he faced a filthy man with spots all over his face, clad in a strange robe and hat, who had called out to him with an inebriated voice.
"Yeah, you! Welcome to Diagon Alley!"
The wizard stranger cheered as he took a swing of the black thick liquid in the bottle that he was holding and Harry couldn't help but to smile.
Perhaps he finally found a place where he belonged?
And with that in mind, Harry walked through the archway and left the normal world and entered the new and exciting wizarding world…
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Fulgurmancer
Chapter one
Prologue
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James, look!"
The bespectacled man looked up from his paper at the urging of his wife, who was holding their baby in her arms.
His gaze then stopped at the small glass orb that Harry was toying with. The orb was flashing with blue lightning, imitating a plasma light.
"Is that what I think it is?"
Lily smiled, her pearl white eyes sparkling with joy.
"Yeah, it's his affinity. He's a fulgurmancer! That's going to be so awesome!"
James was stunned. It was very rare for magicians to have an elemental affinity, such as the affinity of lightning. Most tended to have the normal silver or bronze glow that indicated that they had a neutral magical affinity.
But before he could comment on the great luck that his child was blessed with, the front door with loudly opened and slammed shut with a heavy thud. The noise made young Harry cry in discomfort, causing him to drop the magical tool on the floor, making it shatter into hundreds of shards.
Lily looked towards the hall with a worried look and quickly carried their son into his sleeping chamber, leaving him to welcome their uninvited guest.
He rose from his chair and drew his wand, pointing it in the direction of the hall.
"Who's there?!"
"Prongs! Thank the moon goddess! It's me, Moony!"
James lowered his wand as the wards confirmed the identity of the uninvited visitor: Remus Lupin, childhood friend, fellow marauder, member of the Order of the Phoenix and a werewolf.
The ragged man stumpled into the living room, with a very stressed and terrified expression on his face.
"I'm so glad you are still alive. Get Lily and Harry and come with me! There's not much time left!"
"What are you talking about? What's happen?"
"We've been betrayed. Someone have broken their oath and revealed this location to Lord Voldemort! We need to get the three of you to safety!"
"B-betrayed..? Who would?"
"I don't know, but I could feel the power of the charm lifting. That means that either Sirius, Severus or Peter betrayed us! Hurry, you must leave as soon as possibl-!"
Remus was interrupted by a loud explosion that thundered through the village.
"Curses! They are already here! Get Lily, Harry and yourself to safety! I'll hold the deatheaters off!"
James didn't even have time to protest before his friend transformed into his other skin, the skin of the werewolf, who then simply turned around and charged out of the building, claws alit with moonfire and fangs dripping with venom, eager to slaughter, leaving James alone in his living room.
James then hurried towards his wife and son, but before he could reach the baby chamber, the house itself started to shake and then he heard an unholy incantation, a dark curse.
He barely managed to create a ward to protect himself before the house wall was torn asunder and a being cloaked in shadow emerged from the hole.
James reacted on instinct and lashed out with his wand at the invader, sending a cascade of bright purple magic against the Dark Lord Voldemort, a curse of such power that it melted everything that it hit.
Yet the Dark Lord did not seem concerned when his cloak and flesh melted away at the touch of James's curse. Instead, he offered a cruel smile and lashed out with his own wand:
"Avada Kedavra!"
The bright green light flashed and stuck James with such speed that he couldn't even react, making him collapse on the floor, dead the very instant the forbidden curse hit him. The wall behind him that was hit by the curse exploden in a rain of bricks and dust.
The vile being scoffed at the duel as his wounds and clothes mended the damages caused on their own and then marched with firm steps into the baby chamber, where he was greeted by the sight of the young mother who whimpered in the corner, clutching her dear baby to her chest, in a weak attempt to shield him from the evil.
"Lily Potter. Give me the boy, and I'll spare your life."
"Never!" And then he noticed the wand in her other hand.
He raised a ward and she launched a spell at him, a spell that sparkled with golden stars.
The powerful spell slammed into the ward, but failed to break it, leaving the Dark Lord unharmed.
He flicked his wand and her wand was ripped out of her hand, leaving it bloody as the skin on her palm followed her now lost wand.
He smirked at the sight of her clutching her crying baby with both hands, leaving it stained with blood.
"If you are that willing to die for him, then I'll accept your offer. Avada Kedavra!"
The bright green curse lashed out and claimed the life of Lily Potter, who now held her crying baby in her cold hands.
Voldemort walked over to the corpse and the pulled out the bloody baby from her unmoving grip.
"Harry Potter... It's a shame that the prophecy claimed that you'd be the one who'd defeat me... In any other life, you could live a happy and ignorant life... But we must all do our part in the grand scheme of things..."
He laid the child on a nursing table and studied it for a few moments.
"...Disgusting... Farewell, Harry Potter."
And then he aimed his wand at the head of the boy, who kept on crying.
"Avada Kedavra!"
And then the house exploded.
Chapter one
Prologue
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James, look!"
The bespectacled man looked up from his paper at the urging of his wife, who was holding their baby in her arms.
His gaze then stopped at the small glass orb that Harry was toying with. The orb was flashing with blue lightning, imitating a plasma light.
"Is that what I think it is?"
Lily smiled, her pearl white eyes sparkling with joy.
"Yeah, it's his affinity. He's a fulgurmancer! That's going to be so awesome!"
James was stunned. It was very rare for magicians to have an elemental affinity, such as the affinity of lightning. Most tended to have the normal silver or bronze glow that indicated that they had a neutral magical affinity.
But before he could comment on the great luck that his child was blessed with, the front door with loudly opened and slammed shut with a heavy thud. The noise made young Harry cry in discomfort, causing him to drop the magical tool on the floor, making it shatter into hundreds of shards.
Lily looked towards the hall with a worried look and quickly carried their son into his sleeping chamber, leaving him to welcome their uninvited guest.
He rose from his chair and drew his wand, pointing it in the direction of the hall.
"Who's there?!"
"Prongs! Thank the moon goddess! It's me, Moony!"
James lowered his wand as the wards confirmed the identity of the uninvited visitor: Remus Lupin, childhood friend, fellow marauder, member of the Order of the Phoenix and a werewolf.
The ragged man stumpled into the living room, with a very stressed and terrified expression on his face.
"I'm so glad you are still alive. Get Lily and Harry and come with me! There's not much time left!"
"What are you talking about? What's happen?"
"We've been betrayed. Someone have broken their oath and revealed this location to Lord Voldemort! We need to get the three of you to safety!"
"B-betrayed..? Who would?"
"I don't know, but I could feel the power of the charm lifting. That means that either Sirius, Severus or Peter betrayed us! Hurry, you must leave as soon as possibl-!"
Remus was interrupted by a loud explosion that thundered through the village.
"Curses! They are already here! Get Lily, Harry and yourself to safety! I'll hold the deatheaters off!"
James didn't even have time to protest before his friend transformed into his other skin, the skin of the werewolf, who then simply turned around and charged out of the building, claws alit with moonfire and fangs dripping with venom, eager to slaughter, leaving James alone in his living room.
James then hurried towards his wife and son, but before he could reach the baby chamber, the house itself started to shake and then he heard an unholy incantation, a dark curse.
He barely managed to create a ward to protect himself before the house wall was torn asunder and a being cloaked in shadow emerged from the hole.
James reacted on instinct and lashed out with his wand at the invader, sending a cascade of bright purple magic against the Dark Lord Voldemort, a curse of such power that it melted everything that it hit.
Yet the Dark Lord did not seem concerned when his cloak and flesh melted away at the touch of James's curse. Instead, he offered a cruel smile and lashed out with his own wand:
"Avada Kedavra!"
The bright green light flashed and stuck James with such speed that he couldn't even react, making him collapse on the floor, dead the very instant the forbidden curse hit him. The wall behind him that was hit by the curse exploden in a rain of bricks and dust.
The vile being scoffed at the duel as his wounds and clothes mended the damages caused on their own and then marched with firm steps into the baby chamber, where he was greeted by the sight of the young mother who whimpered in the corner, clutching her dear baby to her chest, in a weak attempt to shield him from the evil.
"Lily Potter. Give me the boy, and I'll spare your life."
"Never!" And then he noticed the wand in her other hand.
He raised a ward and she launched a spell at him, a spell that sparkled with golden stars.
The powerful spell slammed into the ward, but failed to break it, leaving the Dark Lord unharmed.
He flicked his wand and her wand was ripped out of her hand, leaving it bloody as the skin on her palm followed her now lost wand.
He smirked at the sight of her clutching her crying baby with both hands, leaving it stained with blood.
"If you are that willing to die for him, then I'll accept your offer. Avada Kedavra!"
The bright green curse lashed out and claimed the life of Lily Potter, who now held her crying baby in her cold hands.
Voldemort walked over to the corpse and the pulled out the bloody baby from her unmoving grip.
"Harry Potter... It's a shame that the prophecy claimed that you'd be the one who'd defeat me... In any other life, you could live a happy and ignorant life... But we must all do our part in the grand scheme of things..."
He laid the child on a nursing table and studied it for a few moments.
"...Disgusting... Farewell, Harry Potter."
And then he aimed his wand at the head of the boy, who kept on crying.
"Avada Kedavra!"
And then the house exploded.