Authors Note: Well hello there, to everyone who is about to read my fan fiction. Especially to those who read my first attempts, but also my horrible authoring and upkeep of them. And are here right now to read what may be a disappointing fan fiction and without a doubt not the best. I do not have the greatest sentence structures, best grammar or punctuation. But I am by FAR not the worst in either of these categories, I strive to write my best to please you all who make this site successful.

This will be a Epic-Length story, the first chapter will be slightly short, but I promise the second and on will be more lengthy.

This will also be a story where Dumbledore is good, which surprises even me. Seeing as I am a fan of Evil/Dark/ManipulativeOldCoot!Dumbledore. But I think where I will go with this fiction will be very fun and entertaining, I hope for you at least. I know it will be for me.

There is no timetables for each new chapter. It could be a week, or it could be three months, I dunno. I'll be starting college in August so beyond there I won't have as much time as I used to. Plus it also matters on inspiration and writers block which I get sometimes. But I'll work my hardest. Promise!

On that note I will promise to never abandon this story. Unlike my others. I was a wimp, I know, I know. But I will not give up on this one. It could be YEARS before this fic is complete, but that's just how it is. Hope you have the patience :)

And Once again, thank you dear reader for choosing this as your current source of entertainment, I do hope not to suck too bad.

Disclaimer: Okay, I'm going to say this once and only once, I do not own Harry Potter. The trilogy is created/written/owned by J.K Rowling. Do I wish I did? I'd be a tad touched in the head not to wish I owned a billion dollar empire.

Story Features: Offensive language, Suggestive themes, Gore and Brutality, A tad bit of angst here and there, Good/Mentor Dumbeldore, Eventual Powerful, Grayish Harry, Powerful Voldemort.

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A Difference

Chapter One: Letters

Dear Mr. Potter,

We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle.

The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand.

As you have already received an official warning for a previous offence under Section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 a.m. on the twelfth of August.

Hoping you are well,

Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk
Improper Use of Magic Office
Ministry of Magic


'No...' this was the only utterance in mind of the recipient of the letter could form.

Imagine for a few moments your entire life being hated, despised, for absolutely no apparent reason by people who were supposed to be your family. A group of people who were supposed to love and care for you. And the opposite of those simple qualities occured.

Living your young life with no friends, no one to talk to, no one but yourself.

Being threatened for doing well in school, scolded for doing good work, despised and shunned for doing nothing but your absolute best. Just to receive one smile, one 'well done!', one acknowledgment of being a human being and not skid mark on the inside of a homeless persons undergarments... That was your goal.

And then all of that changing on your eleventh birthday.

Finding out you were something akin to fairy tales, that your wildest fantasies weren't make believe, but an actual world.

Then going to a school, where you make friends, and have people acknowledge you, notice you. Some even coming to truly love you and bring you into their family and call you their own.

Sure you had to tread through rough waters as each year you faced a difficult obstacle, as hard or even more difficult then the year before, obstacles not even men four times his age and experienced could handle. Such as the murderer of your family. A 50 foot long serpent that could blind you with one stare plus the murderer of your family. Your godfather that just escaped one of the most impenetrable magical fortresses in the world who people take as the one that betrayed your family, but then finding the betrayer of your family then having him escape. A deadly tournament that in each stage came very well close to ending his life plus witnessing and being a part of the murderer of your families resurrection.

Oh yes, jolly times.

But despite all of the tough times, finding a family to call your own... Friends that will stand by you and help you... That's all you ever wanted...

Then having it all stripped away right before your eyes, all because you were a kind hearted soul and saved your undeserving cousin from having his soul sucked out of his fat body.

Is that even a tiny bit fair?

Hell. No.

That was Harry Potters predicament. The Savior of Wizarding Britain, possibly even Europe. The hero to countless thousands.

His heart was racing a thousand miles a second, the sound of the world around him was deafened by only each thump of his heart.

His mind went numb, he had no one idea what to do, he felt so helpless. Not even when he had faced Voldemort all those had he felt so useless.

He slumped to the ground drained of all energy. He closed his eyes so he could ignore the irritating display of motions and different arrays of coloring his uncle's face was making. He could vaguely make out the words 'Tell us, you, Dudley and did.' But he didn't care, nothing his relatives did to him could match the unquenchable terror that resided in his heart.

Opening his eyes he glanced at the letter that was still clutched in his hands, even just looking at it fueled the demon that was gripping his heart in a fierce lock.

Trying to steady his heavy breathing, he shakily got up with a new found strength, 'I'll never let them snap my wand.' was the lone thought that floated through his mind that had just recently awakened from it's state of petrification.

He had to flee, and quickly too before the Ministry realized he was gone.

"Tell us what you did to my son you Fre-"


Vernon Dursley was cut off swiftly by a very large crash behind him that reverberated throughout the house. It also happened to frighten the large man and helped him to lose control of his bladder, the front part of his pants had a large wet stain now.

Harry looked over to the source of the noise which happened to be to the window. It was an unfamiliar owl that looked very angry and slightly bruised from the crash landing it had just experienced.

Dashing quicker than either of his relatives had ever seen him move, Harry had crossed the room in a fraction of a second, unbolted the window and opened it. The owl seemed pleased by the speed and eagerness of this human and stuck out his leg which had another letter tied to it which he promptly released from the owl. It flew off right as the letter had left it's possession.

Like a mad man he tore open the envelope.


Harry —

Dumbledore's just arrived at the Ministry and he's trying to sort it all out.


Arthur Weasley


The raven haired young man knew that reading this should reassure him, but it didn't. There was only so much power Dumbledore could hold. Supreme Mugwumt or not, he doubted even he had enough influence to be able to override this charge.

If he couldn't...

He needed a plan for if Dumbledore couldn't sort it out and the Aurors didn't arrive.

'I need to gather my things' he thought while sprinting into the next room and up the stairs. Not caring about the angered aunt and uncle he left behind in the parlor.

Making it to the last step he hurriedly opened the door to his room and starting packing all of the useful items in the battered trunk of his. Invisibility Cloak, photo album of his parents, small amount of books he wanted to keep, a pair of muggle pants and a shirt, a pair of robes, and sixteen galleons. Not a lot of money but a sufficient amount for food and shelter if it came down to it.

Walking over to his window he opened it then turned to Hedwig's cage. He unlocked and opened the cage as well.

"If I tell you to fly, fly to the Burrow. Okay Hedwig?" Harry asked his snowy white companion with urgency laced in his voice.

The owl nodded with an intelligent hoot of confirmation to her master.

Patting his pocket to make sure his faithful wand was still on his person. Which it was. He grasped the now filled trunk and lugged it down the stairs, a loud boom for every step it fell down.

Vernon Dursley with a face color that almost flawlessly resembled a plum, stepped right in front of him as he made it to ground level, "You listen here you freakish brat. If you do not tell us right this instant what you did to Dudley, I will personally wring your neck with my hands, wizards be damned!" The fat man finished his sentence with such force it almost surprised Harry.

Not in the mood for a walking boulder to yell at him, he swiftly retrieved his wand from the cozy pocket it was nestled in and pointed it very casually at his uncle.

"Shut. Up." He emphasized and enunciated each word very carefully, as if his uncle was hard of hearing.

"If you must know what happened, your beloved son, encountered a Dementor, which before you ask, is a being that can suck every non-negative emotion out of you and also suck out your soul. But before this creature could do what it intended to do I stepped in and saved him. Why? Hell I don't even know. Now please move away before I curse you, I've been itching to do it before I even knew I was a wizard."

If anything this caused Vernon to be even more angry. "Don't play me as a fool Boy, I know you can't use your little magic stick away from your school!" He stated matter of factly, raising his nose in the air snobbishly like he won something.

Harry was not impressed, "You see this here?" he fished out the expulsion letter from his left pocket. "This states that since I used the charm that saved your sons life, I am to be expelled. So yes I can, do not tempt me." He pushed passed his uncle after his threat, not looking back.

Stepping into the kitchen he parked his trunk by the back door in case the Aurors came, which this would be the quickest way out.

Now that everything was ready for his possible, pathetic escape plan all he had to do now was wait. Wait for his judgement.

Thankfully for him he didn't have to wait very long.

"RUDDY OWLS! NEXT ONE I SEE I'LL COOK IT!" Lovely as always Uncle Vernon.

An owl flew into the kitchen headed towards Harry. 'Must have been what he was whining about.'

The owl landed on the table, and Harry untied the letter from it's leg. The owl not waiting for anything flapped it's wings once and took off. But Harry didn't wait till it was gone to start reading it's contents.


Dear Mr. Potter,

Further to our letter of approximately twenty-two minutes ago, the Ministry of Magic has revised its decision to destroy your wand forthwith. You may retain your wand until your disciplinary hearing on the twelfth of August, at which time an official decision will be taken.

Following discussions with the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Ministry has agreed that the question of your expulsion will also be decided at that time. You should therefore consider yourself suspended from school pending further enquiries.

With best wishes,
Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk
Improper Use of Magic Office
Ministry of Magic


'He did it.' Harry thought as he felt lighter, but not completely. He'd have to go court to prove his innocence. If he were going to a court with fair judges then he'd feel confident. But when a very large portion were against him... It didn't give him the greatest comfort. But he would fight. And by damn he would give them a fight to the end.

Clinging to the hope of proving his innocence, he sat down on the clean wooden chair to relax for a moment. He needed it. It was one of the most strenuous hours of his young fourteen years of life.

Right before him a fire erupted in the middle of the table, he briefly panicked, wondering if he caused it, if so he would surely have his wand destroyed. But he relaxed as he saw that it was Fawkes, Albus Dumbledore's phoenix familiar.

Fawkes sang a short song which elevated Harry's spirit ten fold.

As he finished Harry spoke, "Thank you Fawkes." Harry smiled, "But why are you here?"

Fawkes held out a taloned claw which had a letter tied to it. He untied it and the mythical bird gave him a joy filled trill and burst into flames, leaving him alone in the kitchen once more.

He began to read the piece of parchment.



In case Fawkes gets to you before the Ministry owl, I was able to postpone your expulsion and get you a trial concerning the breach in underage sorcery and in front of a muggle. Do not use magic or leave your relatives residence.

I will be there shortly to discuss everything with you.

A. D


Right after he finished reading the last word he heard a series of knocks at the front door. 'He wasted no time.' Harry thought.

Standing up he made his way back into the parlor. He could hear the door open and the next sound, what followed next was sure to be the most loudest sound that ever graced his ears.


Petunia Dursley was blessed with very strong vocal chords, that is a fact without a doubt. Either that or she has banshee blood flowing through her veins. "No! No! No! Get out of my house now!" she raged, red in the face, a shade that would make even Vernon green with envy. Speaking of Vernon, he was looking a bit green...

Albus Dumbledore, dressed in deep purple robes with a sky blue night cap adorning his head looked at Mrs. Dursley. His sky blue eyes devoid of their usual twinkle, he looked every bit one hundred and thirteen, tired and frail.

"My dear Petunia, I'm here to discuss recent matters with your nephew." Dumbledore said.

But Petunia didn't care for what he had to say, "I don't care if the sky was falling! You are not welcomed in this house!" Petunia stated firmly in a loud shrill voice, unwavering in her decision.

Dumbledore took off his half-moon spectacles. He reached his old, wrinkled hand to the bridge of his nose and pinched, while rubbing it. Just stepping through the door not ten seconds ago and already feeling his already large migraine soar to astronomical levels.

"I will have to politely stay, for I must talk with young Harry." Dumbledore urged on.

"No! I've already told you, you are NOT welcomed here old man! No matter what you have to say to the freak, I will not allow your presence to taint my home a moment longer!" She shouted.

The grandfatherly figure's eyes widened at the word she used to describe her nephew. His soft eyes quickly narrowed, "Excuse me Mrs. Dursley, but what did you call young Harry?" his tone hard.

The long giraffe-necked woman wavered for a second before composing herself. "You heard me you old coot. Do not make me repeat myself, I know you you heard me."

"Is that how you treat your family!" his voice almost a growl.

Petunia barked a disgusting laughter, "FAMILY? You think I consider that freak family?" she questioned him mockingly. "I'd no sooner consider the dirt in my garden family!"

Harry in the background was not effected by his aunt's display of 'affection'. Though he was very intrigued as to why he she loathed Albus Dumbledore the way she did. What had happened between them in the past for her to hold such hatred toward the man. What did he do?

"That will be enough!" Dumbledore roared, he was severely disgusted with the woman in front of him. "Minerva was right all along... To place this boy in your care was absolutely stupid of me. Maybe I am going senile like they say." that last part he muttered to himself.

"Harry, pack your things, you'll be coming with me." Albus said for the first time looking over to Harry just briefly before looking back to Petunia with fire filled eyes.

Harry was shaken out of his stupor at the order. "Where are we going to, sir?" He questioned.

"Hogwarts for the night."

Nodding swiftly Harry took off for the kitchen to retrieve his trunk with a large grin. When he did he ran upstairs making loud clunks with ever step he took. He burst through the door and dropped the suitcase. He made his way towards the owl cage while looking at it's beautiful snowy feathers, "Professor Dumbledore's taking me to Hogwarts for night, do you think you can get there by tomorrow?" He asked the owl.

The bird in response just looked at her master insulted, she hooted in indignation, jumping off the perch, flying out of the cage and into the night sky.

Harry smiled with a chuckle, watching Hedwig till she was nothing more than a small dot and then no more.

He turned back to his trunk and started cramming everything that was of use to him inside of it. After he completed his mission he closed the lid and attempted to close it. But seeing as it was all messy and packed it was hard to close it with carious articles of clothing spilling out. But he didn't have time to organize everything. So he just sat on it, crunching everything together, but in the process abling his trunk to come together for to latch the lock.

Harry shot up, grabbing a hold of his trunk and made his way down the stairs once more.

After treading down the stairs he stopped abruptly by Dumbledore. Glancing up to the Professor he saw that his face was more calm and also in a smug, satisfied way. He looked over to his aunt and uncle and saw that their faces were the exact opposite. They looked pale white, with looks of terror, which looked as if they saw a demon and it told them that it was going to devour their souls.

"Say goodbye to your family Harry, you won't be seeing them for a long time. If ever." Albus Dumbledore said.

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the Headmaster in shock. "Seriously?" He questioned in disbelief, not believing his ears.

"Yes Harry." Not saying anymore.

The young lad didn't know how to react. Or what to say for that matter. Should he lash out one last time? Unload all his pent up anger caused by the Dursleys? Put them in their place? No. He was better than that. No matter how tempting it was.

He looked straight into Petunia Dursleys eyes, she felt as if they were piercing her soul.

"I wish... I wish you would have just loved me... Because I would have loved you." He stated with sadness in his eyes.

"Can we leave now professor?" He asked.

Dumbledore glanced down at the Boy-Who-Lived, his own sad eyes reflecting Harry's, clearly not expecting what he said to his aunt. "Of course, Harry."

Together they both filed out of Number Four Privet Drive. That would be the last time the Dursleys ever saw Harry Potter. The last time Harry would ever step foot in Surrey.

"Grab onto my arm, Harry." said Dumbledore.

Harry nodded, but first took a look at the neighborhood one last time, then the house he resided in for fifteen years of his life. Such horrible memories were formed here, a childhood that was dead before it even began. He would have to talk to Dumbledore as to why he decided to take him from the Dursley's, and to thank him. This night would go down as one of the happiest days of his life.

He grabbed a hold of the old mans arm. In the blink of an eye, they were gone.

Little did Harry Potter know, he was in for a very long night. A night that would rock his world.

Authors Note: Short chapter I know, but this is just the beginning, and the fun stuff begins next chapter :), I'll try to get it done fairly quick, but you know how life can be... Heh.

Alsooo, reviews would be nice. Criticism is welcomed. Flames will are welcomed, I won't whine. Cause hey, no matter what you'll always get a lil' hate here and there and that doesn't both me.

Thanks for reading!

Till next time!