Survivor

Chapter One: Trust

Trust. Trust was an unknown commodity to me. The so called trustworthy were the most dangerous in my opinion. Adults were the worst. Kids were untrustworthy because they were naïve. They had no understanding of what was real or what was fantasy made up by the adults around them. But the ones like me knew the truth. We were the ones that saw the world like it was. Harsh, unforgiving, and dangerous to the uneducated. Love was a fairytale. Hope was an anchor that dragged you down and peace was fiction. I did whatever I had to, to survive life. I learned fast that telling someone what went on behind the walls of Number Four Privet Drive was a foolish and painful idea. The Vice Principle was in lust with my Aunt Petunia. He couldn’t wait to run to her at his first chance he got. They believe me compliant and beaten. How wrong they are. I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Harold James Potter, heir apparent to the Potter dukedom, last living Potter and the-boy-who-lived.

I was abandoned on the doorstep of this hell by Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Known leader of the Light and defeater of Grindelwald. That’s right. I know of the Wizarding World. You see one day my list of chores included the attic. My aunt should hide things better or burn them. I found letters to and from the headmaster and my loving family. In them were instructions on how to make me malleable. Foolish, stupid, and worthless muggles who are no blood relation to me. Me, who must remain under the blood wards so that I’ll be safe from the Dark Lord Voldemort. Flight of death, really. A coward who was scared of a child. They were expecting a weak and naive savior, they’ll get him. My mask is my ultimate creation that will be shown to the world at large. Never will I allow anyone to know me. I am Harry James Potter, savior of the wizarding world, and defeater of Voldemort. I will not show myself to these foolish beings. They are undeserving of me and are too weak. They depend on and  worship a child, expecting me to save them.

Albus Dumbledore denied my parents will and has named hmself my guardian. He pays the Dursleys to care for me, along with the Weasley family to befriend me. They plan for me to marry the Weasley’s daughter and sire a child and do them the favor of dropping dead, of course after I off Voldie finally. What the fools do not realize or understand is that I have plans of my own.

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  One, I do not plan on fighting for them.


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  Two, I do not plan on marrying Ginny or any girl.


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  Three, I am gay.


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  Four, I will cleanse this world of the taint that the so called light and muggleborns infect this world with.


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  Five, I plan to destroy everyone who has caused e pain.

After I found the letters I headed to Diagon Alley to learn all I could in the sort time I had before I would turn eleven. When my Hogwarts letter came, I was fully prepared with all the knowledge I could find. I knew all about my station in life. A duke and head of many families. Some that took even the Goblins by surprise. The blood of the mother and father of magic flows through my veins alongside the four founders of Hogwarts. Merlin and Morgan, Godric and Rowena, and Salazar and Helga. The Perverell’s, the Black’s, the Weasley’s, and the Dragaxe. I was the richest person in the whole world, wizard and muggle alike. I had already protected myself from any contracts that may find their way to attempt to enslave and trap me. I would have my harem as was my right. Being the last of so many legendary and historic families held a lot of weight and responsibility.

I have my eye on some I would choose to bind to me. They would be my most treasured pets. They would me the bearers of my children. They would submit to me and me alone. Punished when needed but never harmed in anger. Fred and George Weasley, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. Those six were to be mine. Together we make seven. A powerful binding it will be. I have already started to court the wolf. He is quite beautiful. Being moved from Private Drive early was easily managed. Here in the home of the Blacks anything could happen.