Pre-Hogwarts
Harry Potter
Other School
Harry tells the Wizarding World to stick it
Warning: Deaths of Minor Characters

The Dark

Harry JE Potter was a quiet child. Just like his aunt and uncle liked him to be. Any “unnaturalness” was kept to a minimum and mostly out of their purview. He had been a loving child as a baby, but lax care growing up caused that to change his personality. Now he hid his “freakishness” behind books and being quiet. Behind being observant of his environment. As such, now he was allowed to do what he wished for with his own education as long as he made sure their precious son received good marks as well. Even if it meant cheating for his slow-minded, and lazy cousin, Dudley. And as long as he kept the extra-curricular books for fun reading at the library, they would not even complain about that. So, he made sure to read every book in the child through young adult books just to be able to get permission to read the higher-level books for his escapism by the time he turned eight.

As long as he had all his chores done, he was given permission to get jobs working for the neighbors for pocket money for his notebooks and writing supplies to go with his reading. Writing down ideas to try out, either in the mundane way, like during his cooking chores, or his non-mundane way. Out of sight of his relatives. When he mastered these ideas to the point, he could do them while keeping them hidden; he did so. Sometimes as pranks at the bullies around him and the younger ones. Going for various levels as the bullies’ actions dictated. And a few times going all out like to get a secondary school bully who had attacked a primary school student, tripping out in front of an oncoming lorry.
He was not missed nor lamented by any child in the neighborhood by any means.

By ninth birthday, he had read the entire science fiction and fantasy section in the Surrey library system and most of the science-based works as well. Crossing those with what he could get from the mathematical works that he could understand. Or figure out on his own with some work. Along with the Formal Latin needed to go with those works.

As such, he moved onto Formal Logic, Ethics, Philosophy, and Comparative Theology. All the while working up his own system on what he was able to do. It’s rules and laws. And exceptions to the same. Adding in his own memories of the sci-fi and fantasy worlds he had based everything on, with the ethics books he had and was reading. Along with doing his own philosophical and theological thesis on the base behind it all. And the logic to hold it together.
By the time he got his first letter on the 24th in July, he had a full working system of his own, and happily wrote back a no thank you, he was quite happy to go to Stonewall, where he was already signed up, and his family had paid for him to go.

Two days later, a loud bang was heard throughout the house and neighborhood, as the front door fell to splinters. Stepping inside was a giant of barbarian man, calling himself Hagrid and he was there for Harry at the behest of the headmaster of a school named Hogwarts.

Uncle Vernon had been out front of the family, Aunt Petunia right behind him and hiding behind his bulk, while looking over his shoulder. Dudley was next and Harry bringing up the rear.
All four of them knew the surrounding neighbors would call the nearby police department about the intruder at the house and watched every move the giant barbarian made.
But until then the family was in danger from this man. This white slaver who had come at the behest of a man for the youngest in the family. And had no obvious fear of anyone knowing it. So, the family was obviously not supposed to live through the kidnapping of the youngest.

As such, and as the man stomped towards his family, Harry begged forgiveness from the adults for using his “freakiness” and released his abilities at the giant man. Taking control of his heart and stopping it. Dropping the man in his tracks and onto the floor. Dead.

The adults had no idea what he did, they were just glad it was over, and Uncle Vernon called 999 to report the intruder seemed to drop dead from whatever drugs had been in his system. Must have been steroids, and a lot of them over years to get so big.

It wasn’t until just before his birthday, that yet another representative from the pedophile showed up. This one calling himself Professor Snape. And by the comments made between he and Harry’s aunt he was not only a procurer of children for the pedophile but caused his mother’s death as well.

He ended up as a sacrifice to Pele on the Hawaiian Islands. And he was never seen again.
Harry got extra dessert for it that evening.

As he going to the library to study after his chores were done and his 11th birthday, he saw a government car pull up, and several government men get out of the vehicle. Headed towards him. So, he called through the new door that was open, that the family had yet more company. This time from the government.

Turned out the large dark-skinned man with the earing in his left ear was a friend and follower of the pedophile and would not hear a thing against him. Kept going on about the headmaster knowing best in front of the government agents, so, Harry just wiped his hard file mind like he’d seen Veger do to Uhura do on the original Star Trek episode on cable, spoke about how obviously he was coming out of the Jim Jones Kool Aid induced hallucinations and needed to be seen by a true doctor at the nearest hospital.

The other government agents just thanked them for their time and took him away. And Harry headed off to his home away from home, the library. Celebrating his escape from the pedophile on his birthday with another good book.

Later that evening, the family was again visited by a representative from the Minister’s MI division with a representative from the other Ministry. One Rufus Scrimgeour, who made it very plain that it was his duty to attend Hogwarts as the hero of the Wizarding World and he was there to see to it.

Scrimgeour tripped over a crack in the walkway, on the way to the Ministry car, and hit his head hard enough to put himself into a coma.

The Prime Minister put a Cease-and-Desist order on Dumbledore and the other Ministry by order of the Queen and Harry, and his family were not bothered again for several years. And when they were, by mask wearing freaks, well, there were other volcanoes that needed a sacrificial victim or five too after all.