Prolouge
Thunder rolled in the air, through the dry sky filled with looming clouds as dark as the night. A young boy, nearly a man but not quite yet, was watching through the window while sitting on the windowsill. He had black messy hair and bright green eyes. On his forehead, right beneath the hair was a peculiar shaped scar : a lightning bolt.
Through his emerald eyes, the boy was waiting for the ballet of lightning that should soon appear. After all, it was the perfect night for it too happen. To make it even better, it was the night just before his seventeenth birthday, only a half hour until midnight. Tonight will be The Night. Tonight will be the night where he will receive his magical inheritance and unlock his magical creature side.
Few knew, even the family itself, but the Potters had a magical ancestry. Only if certain conditions were met than the powers and advantages of this ancestry will be released on the night of the seventeenth birthday of the witch or wizard.
Those conditions were :
Only after a minimum of seven generations have passed from the last person to have received the powers.
The child must be born from the main Potter line of the family. If the main line was entirely annihilated than a branch family must be chosen to become the new main line.
The child must be in dire need of those powers to receive than.
The child in question must have a strong magical core as well as being in strong physical shape.
The secret must be kept in the family. Only a few rare friends who have proven themselves trustworthy will be allowed to be informed. If the secret is out than the spirits of the ancestors will withheld all powers and advantages from the Potter family until it is forgotten by the rest of the world.
The child in question must uphold the family's motto and honor as well as being loyal to the Head of the Family.
All of this had been written, along with more information on his family, in a journal that had been placed in the main vault. Sirius had made him emancipated once he reached sixteen years of age in his will as well as Lord Black. Right after the end of sixth year, Harry had visited his family's main vault and had found the journal on a pedestal right in front of the entrance. It had been puzzling for why Griphook, his family's accountant, had insisted that he take it with him but all was cleared up once Harry had read the journal. Being holed up in his room by the Dursleys all summer left him a lot of time to read. He even bothered to make is essays a bit more presentable than usual. After all, it's hard to break a habit when it is ingrained since childhood. And for the Dursleys, nobody can be better than Dudley at school, much less the Freak.
Harry could count himself lucky to have one Miss Hermione Granger, AKA the miss Know-it-all, as a friend. Withstanding her incessant babbling of dry facts and nagging was only a small inconvenience. After all, she was serving her purpose, and as the Headmaster would say : "All for the greater Good".
Let's not forget the redheaded Mr Ronald Weasley. That jealous, ignorant prat could not see fake friendship even if Harry wore a sign stating it. After his fourth year, Harry's and Ron's friendship was truly broken. He did not trust the redheaded anymore even if Ron thought that they were "Best Friends Forever". The black haired boy knew Ron was trying to get out of his brothers' shadows, but was not doing it the right way. But he had his uses, not as important as Hermione, that was certain, but still none of the less, was useful.
And finally, the beautiful and slutfull Ginevra Weasley. Despite appearing to stop her fantasies on Harry, the boy knew that her obsession over him hadn't stop. The fact that she went out with Dean was indicating enough. Plus, Dean told him how she would sometimes moan Harry's name in bed. She also tried to appear innocent, going out with only a couple of people like every normal girl of her age. Who was she kidding? The Hogwart's grapevine could be very entertaining. Who hasn't heard about Ginny accepting to go in a broom closet with almost any boy, for a small price of course. How her brothers hadn't heard about the rumors, Harry did not know.
Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was 11:59 P.M. He stared at the clock, waiting for the important number, the ones that signified a new day and a brighter destiny for the boy. Finally, the electrical red numbers changed to 12:00 A.M.
Harry glanced at his birthday cake on the floor. The one he made every year with the dust.
"Make a wish Harry." He said out loud and blew on his candles.
BOOM! The white ballet he wanted to see had begun. But bright emerald eyes could not see it. For in his room was another person.
