Knowledge is Power: A Harry Potter Fan Fiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: Something weird happened to Harry on the night he survived the Killing Curse. Something that turns an ordinary boy into the Smartest Wizard Alive: they say knowledge is power? Then I guess that makes Harry a God!
Author's Note: So, here's an odd, if funny little idea that's been inspired by things from several fandoms and interesting little titbits thrown in for good measure. Admittedly, I don't know if you'd call this story a serious one, but it is meant to be something real and not, exactly, something you'd call a crack fiction, so I hope you can enjoy the adventure and the fun along the way.
And, as always, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my many good friends and loyal fans: my recommended reads are Saviour of Magic by Colt01, For Love of Magic by Noodlehammer, Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality by Less Wrong, Partially Kissed Hero by Perfect Lionheart, Harry Potter and the Daft Morons and Angry Harry and the Seven by Sinyk, Harry Potter and the Prince of Slytherin by The Sinister Man, Harry Potter and the Rune Stone Path by Temporal Knight, A Study in Magic and A Study in Magic: The Application by Books of Change, Dark and Light by Pleasedial123 and Harry Potter: My Life Is My Own by Sashian
Key Pairing: Eventual Harmony;
Other Pairings: To be confirmed
Chapter 1: Harrison Potter
For as long as he could remember, Harrison Harry James Potter had always loved to read.
That being said, given he couldn't forget anything about his life, even if he wanted to, in the case of some things, it would be more-appropriate to say that Harrison had always loved to read for as long as he was able to do it.
As a child, while others were busy generally being the way kids are, little Harrison – or Harry as he'd been known before he'd decided all on his own that he liked Harrison better – was reading books, examining newspapers and generally learning as much as he could about the world. He couldn't explain it and neither could anyone who saw him, especially when some people often claimed he was looking at the pictures or messing about trying to read and learn above and beyond his station.
However, when he turned round and gave them an avid description of what he'd been reading, they soon shut up and, while many of the people he knew saw this talent as a good thing, there were those who saw it as wrong, weird or just plain freakish.
Take Harrison's family, for example…
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Mr and Mrs Dursley – otherwise known as Vernon and Petunia – liked to believe they were the cream of the crop and that everything about them was normal. From their snooty, unpleasant, we're-better-than-you-and-we-know-it attitude to the fact that they encouraged their only son, Dudley Dursley, to become morbidly-obese and turn into something of a bully, the Dursleys were anything but normal.
So when Harrison had wound up on their doorstep, dumped there like he was nothing more than a parcel, the normal lives of the Dursleys were threatened by this alien presence. But, for a time, they put up with him, even going as far as assigning him chores while Dudley was generally treated like royalty, meaning he did nothing and Harrison did everything.
However, when the boys started school and Harrison was labelled as a prodigy while Dudley was constantly being referred to specialists about his lack of personal development or his obesity, the shit hit the fan for the Dursleys. As a result, Vernon Dursley took it upon himself to lose Harry in a large crowd in London, which led to the young boy being left alone, scared and, at the same time, curious about what was going on.
When the police found him, Harrison told them what had happened and gave them an address, but when reports came back saying that the house was empty and it looked like it had been abandoned, Harrison was left homeless.
As a result, he soon joined the ranks of St Christopher's Children's Home for Boys where his skills with learning, reading and his personal, mental and physical growths were all observed with careful scrutiny and interest. At the same time, Harrison also kept one ear to the ground for any mention of the Dursleys, if only so he could enjoy the looks on their faces when he was sent back to them.
After another three years in the orphanage, however, Harrison never heard from them again, but he'd actually stopped caring, choosing instead to be the only thing they'd clearly wanted him to be in life.
Alone, relying on nothing and no-one but himself and his smarts to survive.
And that was just fine with Harrison.
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Shortly after Harrison's ninth birthday, however, he was surprised when a kind, caring family finally decided to free him from the humdrum cycle of life and the rut he was in at St Christopher's.
At first, Harrison genuinely believed they wanted him to be their son, but it was soon clear that their true intentions were more-selfish: for one, they expected him to spend hours on end poring over books that no nine year old should have access to.
It wasn't that he minded the studies, however; on the contrary, Harrison took to the new knowledge and the studies like a fish to water, but when he realised that the only love and pride he'd get from his family was the love and kindness of having a child genius for a son and expecting him to be the next Prime Minister or some other rubbish, he soon lost interest.
When he tried going back to St Christopher's, explaining that he didn't feel right staying with the Millers, as was their name, Harrison was forced back when Mr Miller put on the façade of a kind, loving parent and insisted Harrison return home. When he got home, however, Harrison found bolts on his door, handcuffs to his desk and a huge stack of books and information for him to learn, all of which made him feel like a prisoner in his own home – not that he called it a home.
That was the first and last time Harrison put any trust in adults seeing him as anything more than a symbol or just a little kid.
Weirdly, one week later, Mr and Mrs Miller found themselves under scrutiny for tax evasion and claims of embezzlement from their businesses, both of which had them arrested shortly afterwards while Harrison was returned to St Christopher's. Even weirder, however, was, when the businesses – a high-ranked manager's post with Selfridge's for Mrs Miller while Mr Miller was CEO with Halifax Bank – went looking for the money that had been embezzled – totalling somewhere in the region of 2.5 million pounds – they found no trace of the cash, let alone any sign that it had been diverted into an offshore account or any other hidden secrets.
Yet records of Mr and Mrs Miller's accounts said the money had been there, but nobody could explain where it had gone or how it had been done so expertly.
No-one, that is, except for the scheming, amused little boy who'd been returned to St Christopher's.
A little boy whom, when questioned, denied having any knowledge of such funds or money.
Denials that were believed as well; after all, who'd suspect a ten-year-old boy of being able to understand what embezzlement was, let alone how to use things like finances with such grown-up matters as bank accounts?
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Outside of the public eye once more, Harrison continued to grow, though not without silently congratulating himself on using everything the Millers had forced him to learn to bring about their downfall.
The two-point-five million was a nice compensation package as well.
For the next few months, he continued to be a resident at St Christopher's, deciding to stay as far away from potential adoptions and foster families as he could, especially since he knew they'd probably be the same as the Millers with their hunger for fame in taking in a gifted child.
And for a while, Harrison was content being as far out of the spotlight as he could get.
That is, until the day when a strange letter, so precisely addressed to him that it might as well have been a laser fixed on his location in preparation for a nuclear strike, found its way into his hands.
On that day, Harrison found something that really interested him; something more than books and cleverness and the pursuit of knowledge.
He found something…he didn't know…
So, a weird start, I think you'll agree, but it looks like our hero is definitely more than he appears, but is Hogwarts ready for him?
Also, with greater knowledge and a strong sense of self-adaptation under his belt, what will the future hold for this very different Boy-Who-Lived?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Harrison meets a rather interesting man whom seems to admire his hunger for knowledge; also, what he doesn't know becomes something he can and will know about in due time, but, again, is he prepared for Hogwarts? And, more importantly, is Hogwarts prepared for him?
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