Defining Family

It's 4 am and I haven't slept in... fuck you hours

<-{F*ucking f*uckery of a f*ucking time skip-a-b*itch}->

/Note to self: Don't write when irritated and overtired\

Harry is 10 years old now.

Thanks to his naturally little-over-slightly-above-average IQ and the compulsionary vow he'd uncontiously made as a 4 year old, Harry learned easily. He developed amazing recall skills. He'd been taught to act as a proper pure blood and had the vocabulary necessary, not that he used it when he didn't have to.

His etiquette lessons taught him everything. From how you shouldn't talk with food in your mouth, to deciphering which fork was the salad fork. From saying please and thank you, to how to properly address different creatures. He learned how to act around any creature or wizard from any culture. From the Goblins of Gringotts to the Vampires of Greenland. Nymphs to Merfolk, Royalty to Servants.
Needless to say, Harry Messair knew his manners.

He knew about every creature's history and how they all inherited. He knew about all sorts of different spells, curses, jinxs, hexs, enchantments, potions, rituals, and magiks. He knew about the different Gods and Goddesses and was told he could chose one when he wanted.

Harry knew about everything there was to know... Sort of.
Lily had left out some things she knew would be taught at Hogwarts. She tried to anyways.

How could a 10 year old know so much? Magic... Seriously, weren't you paying attention?

Anyways, now we shall appear before the Head master for a bit of fuckery.

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Old Dumbles smiled at the list of new coming students. His creation's gene had unlocked and had made it onto the list of attendees. Perfect.
Oddly though, just below Dudley Dursley-Potter sat a Harry Maruder Messair.
He didn't recognise the name but at the same time, something about it sounded so familiar... Oh well, perhaps the son of a muggle born.

Dudley however, what a darling boy. He was the perfect pawn should Voldimort return. He's dependent, arrogant, selfish, dim witted, and big headed.
In other words, he'll be easy to turn into the perfect little soldier.

He'll need some friends though, but that would depend on his house.
Well he's not loyal, smart, or cunning so defiantly a Griffindor. Who else on this list is Guaranteed to be a Gryffindor...
Ah! Another Weasley?

Let's see, with his attitude, we'll want to promote some good things about him. Perhaps a muggle born friend? The Messair boy? No, he could be half-blooded, to create perfect balance it have to be a muggle born...