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Saturday 31st July, 1991 |0530 hrs|4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Gasping for breath Harry awoke from his nightmare only to breathe a quiet nonexistent sigh of disappointment.

 Today was his 11th birthday which for most people would be simply another birthday. It wasn’t a child’s 10th ; their first double digits, or even a teenager's sweet sixteenth where they are considered a young adult. 

Sadly, Harry thought his disappointment was valid because he had just witnessed the most vivid dream of himself as what Aunt Petunia would call a freak ( wizard ). 

But alas it appears it was but a dream. Pushing it to the back of his mind he left his cupboard to prepare breakfast for his anorexic aunt. 

No one involved knew that the dream the night before would be the catalyst that changed the world. Afterall, he may have pushed the dream ( memories ) to the back of his mind but his brain was still straining to process it as it seemed it could not forget even a single detail. And truly how could a 10 year old react when processing all of the memories.

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Harry pondered quietly and not too lost in his thoughts as he was making bacon ( maybe if it had enough grease Uncle Vernon would die? ) on his family’s behavior.

To his aunt’s social club she was being haughty and prim and proper as always however her doting on Dudley was increased. Normally, Harry wouldn’t care but today it seemed as if she was scared to lose him.

To uncle Vernon’s office they would assume he was the same as always. Maybe a little misogynistic and very brash and hot-headed but that was just Vernon right? ( Why is he so red instead of purple? Fear! How odd ).

Dudley however was the same ignorant whiney ( I should just throw him out the window the ball-like pig ) brat.

As he finished making breakfast, he was dismissed back to his cupboard. It seemed as if his aunt didn’t want to taunt him today. His world began spinning as he walked to the cupboard.

He was shoved in but it didn’t matter because he fell to his bed in a silent scream as seconds after the latch closed. 

If someone were there that day then they would know the significance of his scar that was famed in many places around the world that when the pain receptors around the scar went off bursting into a black substance flowing outwards of the now inflamed scar then they would know on the 31st of July 1991 that Harry Potter was no longer a horcrux.

Yet no soul escaped that day for death did not show to collect it. Then where did the magical power and instincts, talents in that soul go? Well in the boy’s newly reforming mind. 

And how odd that it was forming into a palace he could barely remember yet knew was impenetrable to all he did not allow in and would remain so for thousands of years after its initial creation and by that time well someone ought to have adjusted the security measures.

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Harry awoke within a strange place because the fields he sat upon could not be pink. Looking closer as he observed them, his eyes softened recognizing the flowers his mother was named after.

As he gazed forward, he observed a golden ocean that flowed a little thicker than water but still soluble. Light glinted off the water so he angled his vision upwards and watched in amazement as birds of fire flew through the sky that was a navy blue and white clouds all formed in the shapes of animals lazily rotated throughout the sky.

As he turned his eyes from outwards the meadow he came upon a fortress however it was not dark or menacing. It was a cream white with brown accents and countless windows. He recognized it as a french- styled architecture however the hints of sandstone showed it to be a building best placed in Egypt. From everything he knew of Aunt Petunia’s rants then this was a gorgeous palace.

Walking into the palace he saw a fashionable sitting room that was mainly gold from the walls to the furniture. There were three three-seater couches and a single one-seater couch. Upon the couch to the left of the single couch sat a man in a black suit. His hair was black and styled attractively in a middle part with his eyes obscured by dark sunglasses. He was the pinnacle of who Harry wanted to be and was attracted to for men.

Harry sat upon the single sofa that was framed with a high-back made of gold with emerald green accents  giving it the appearance of a throne. How odd that he was drawn to it. 

“Good evening, Sir” stated the handsome man. “Hello. Where am I? Is this your home? Who are you?” Harry questioned calmly. 

“ I am but your humble servant, you may call me Timothy. We are currently situated within the sitting room of your mind palace. It has 30 rooms in all. 2 sitting rooms, 10 bedrooms, a formal and informal dining room, a ballroom, 3 rooms are allocated to the library and finally 11 rooms are allocated to different labs where within your mind you may test out different things such as runic patterns, potions ideas that may explode continents or even ritual circles. The final room is not of your concern as of this moment. This palace was a gift from your future self. He was not able to come back, however he was able to send his memories, knowledge, magic of which some is allocated to us constructs created to assist him and finally your most important gift from him ” Timothy replied, “ your instincts ”. 

Harry sat quietly contemplating this information unaware that in a section of the library, his librarian Irma freed his knowledge of the palace so he may peruse the palace without being lost.

“ What may I do? Does he have goals he has set for me? ” Harry finally asked. “ No young master, just use his knowledge to the best of your abilities and you shall know when the time comes. However the issues you must face are thousands of years away therefore simply enjoy yourself ”.

With the knowledge that he didn't have a set path to follow he wandered mindlessly to the library where Irma was located. She was a beautiful woman with creamy white skin and a soft button nose. Her hair hidden under a witch’s hat and she wore a modest outfit made of acromantula silk that hid her figure yet gave her a soft look and made her look late twenties instead of the thirty year old Hogwarts librarian she was created after.

“ Greetings, Sir. While Timothy is right and you have nothing to do. It would be best if you organize the next 139 years of the future Master’s life. That way upon going to Hogwarts you are aware of all the trials set for you and you may choose to avoid it. Also you had mastered most forms of magic by your 150th birthday therefore it shall be a good amount of starting knowledge. Beware though sir, you may know the knowledge and have the memories of how to perform the actions but you will need some practice. Not much but you may practice in your mind. Firstly however come, let us review and practice. It is currently 0730hrs in the real world and your aunt shall come for you at 1800hrs to make dinner. While it does not seem enough your mind is a reflection of what you wish for. Thus if you slow your perception of how fast the real world works then time shall slow within your mind giving you enough time without your body aging. You also need not worry for your mind as it is already thousands of years old and currently impenetrable to even the most powerful of the Magus’ ”

With that Harry Potter followed Irma within the library to gain 139 years of magical knowledge so he may become most knowledgeable of most arts and be prepared for Hogwarts.

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Saturday 31st July, 1991 |1755 hrs|4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Five minutes before 6:00p.m. Harry Potter awoke calmly this time with a calm expression of his face showing that of an aristocratic boy. High cheekbones no longer gaunt and malnourished his body now fixed from his magic after it overpowered and stole the magic of the horcrux he stood at 4feet 9inches. With an absent thought his normally overly large clothes were transfigured into green robes made to look like acromantula silk yet felt as soft as unicorn hair. The quality of which his future self was well acquainted due to the herds his property would contain. 

As he rose from his colt and walked towards the door, it opened automatically and he strode confidently towards the kitchen. As his aunt gazed upon him her face transformed into horror while his uncle’s became purple. Dudley would not return until 1930 hrs when dinner was finished cooking. ( Good, let's not scare a child. 90minutes to do what I must. )

“ Petunia,  Vernon, let us discuss. I am a wizard and while I have the power and knowledge, let’s not mention blackmail over you and the wizarding world, I have no wish to disclose my plans and have them against me at every turn therefore I must stay in this house” Harry spoke with a fake polite smile. 

He kept smiling until it became an intimidating baring of his teeth and continued speaking, “ With many people I may have negotiated with my countless wealth you however are so far below me I don’t even wish to look upon therefore things must change. First off, my room I- ”

Yet he was interrupted by Vernon screaming “ Boy!!!!!Who are you to make your freaky demands of us? WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I’LL- ” yet he also cut off but this time not by Harry but by his own scream.

While Vernon spoke Harry sneakily ingrained a silencing ruin within the blood ward so no sound could be heard from outside and implemented a more powerful version of the cruciatus curse onto the pig-like man. 

Petunia screamed as her husband twitched on the ground, his voice already hoarse asking her freak of a nephew to stop when surprisingly he did. As she comforted her husband the boy spoke again.

“ At first I was simply going to expand the Dudley’s second toy room, however now I’m feeling spiteful. Therefore, I shall take the master bedroom and you can decide what to do with Dudley. If any of you harass me then I shall do to Dudley what I did to Vernon. And if you even try to tell any wixen don’t I’ve already bewitched you so you may not speak of this to anyone ” Harry responded in lieu of the silence. As he walked towards the stairs he plucked his Hogwarts letter from near the door and walked upstairs towards his room as the new master of the house.

Downstairs still recovering Petunia and Vernon shared a scared glance but did not dare make a noise. The freak would leave within 5weeks so for their son they would comply obediently. As they left the house to Ms.Polkins house they did not care of their status and how the neighbors would react to him throwing a fit. Theyd much rather the freak not have to see it incase he decided to torture their sweet little boy.

As they walked through the driveway they shivered at the sight of the owl flying away from the window of their old room which they knew was the boy’s response. 

They both breathed a sigh of relief as they walked knowing the freak would be gone soon.

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With the master bedroom Harry smiled after sending the tawny brown owl away. Soon, the world shall know Albus Dumbledore’s mistake and they shall rue the day it happened.

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Sunday 1st August., 1991|0330 hrs| 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Within a dark room, what many would describe looked like a polite boy with regal mannerisms and a feline grace as he moved around a cauldron chopping ingredients and adding them at the precise moment. 

His skills, second to none and if anyone other than you observed him then they'd see a child playing in things he didn't understand. Perhaps even a prodigy  working on what Europe's premiere school of witchcraft and wizardry may constitute as a 3rd year potion?

 Sadly, they'd all be mistaken for within his mind Harry Potter was running over a potion of his own creation. One which he already knows is successful. 

For while Harry Potter may have the memories of what some ignorant fools may describe as a God. For he does not in fact have limitless patience to deal with England's youngest potion's master attitude.

 Luckily, no matter how much the board of governors may try to hide the archaic rules of Hogwarts and use them for only their benefit ; future Harry was very dedicated and ensured he knew all of Hogwarts rules. 

Such a deceiving concept to a modern day man that rules may be broken. Can't they? Perhaps a more delicately precise word for them would be the Laws of Hogwarts that even after a thousand years, no one was powerful enough to adjust them. And none are stupid enough to break them considering they are tied to the wards themselves.

While after a thousand years the wards may have deteriorated from their former glory, their runes are still there simply waiting for its power to return.

As such, Harry has a single month to Achieve his Potion's NEWT's, convince a master to apprentice him and then finally submit three of his original potions to the board of Potion's Masters. To many this would be a difficult task but Harry could do it. 

But even for him, it shall be a close call to get his body aligned with that of those who have the muscle memory to perform potions in a tired state. 

And if he becomes the 'Youngest Potion's Master In The World' well maybe he's a little petty of everything Severus Snape will do to him.

Therefore, within his mind Harry Potter was finishing the last potion he would need to be able to create for his NEWT. 

'Ding'. As the timer he set went off, the future certified potion's master stirred his cauldron 3more times slowly channeling magic into the potion and stopping the heat from leaving its burner.

 Ensuring the potion is perfect, Harry banished the potion and retreated from his mind.

Observing his room from his king-sized bed, Harry thinks he did a great job. The room with space-expansion charms was now as large as the Great Hall of Hogwarts. While completely unnecessary Harry conjured a desk and a 'Windows 10 Desktop Computer' that would not be available for about 2more decades with a comfortable gaming chair adjusted with runes to be silk soft yet completely nigh-indestructible.

 A walk-in closet even though he created a 12 compartment trunk with a compartment for his robes and clothes and warded it so heavily that Hogwarts looked like a children's snow fort instead of the fortress it was built as. 

As Harry observed the window from his bed he noticed that it was still very dark out and hoped he did not miss his 'appointment'. Rising from the silk sheets, he cast a tempus that portrayed the time as '0405hrs' in fire. As he walked towards a wall, he conjured a black cloak to cover the royal blue robes he wore and walked into a shadow in the wall.

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Sunday 1st August., 1991|0406 hrs| The Seven Newts

Emerging from a dark counter an entity shrouded in darkness and covered by a black cloak, walked towards a table in the back of the club 'The Seven Newts' an adult's club that his future self often frequented. A joke based on the misinformation that wixen smoked the eyes of newts.

When he finally reached the table he observed the man he knew from the memories. Currently 45years old, his pale skin and red eyes giving him an off-putting appearance. However, he often chose clubs like these due to his asexual nature many would not assume to look for him within brothels and stripping clubs.

Sitting in front of the man, Harry waved his hand and put up layers upon layers of silencing charms and notice-me-nots and then finally removed his cloak. 

"Dmitri Vanyason, what a coincidence. Just the man I was looking for. You see I needed a potion's master to apprentice me and you need to stay out of jail. After all, I wonder how your wife would react to knowing the potion you gave her brother was fake and its true purpose was to ensure his death" he stated cheerfully having fully grasped the man's attention.

“Who are you? How do you even know about that kid? Who sent you?” Dmitri stated in fear, gazing upon the child in front of him. While unassuming, isn’t the first word that comes to mind, he certainly didn’t understand what monster he came across that would send a child to deal with threats.

“No one sent me. As for who I am? Well, until you swear me an oath upon your life then all you need to know is that I’m your new apprentice.” Harry stated with a patient smile. Seeing the man look as if he’d disagree Harry concluded he hadn’t discovered the wards yet.

While Harry felt bad doing this to his old friend, he knew that he would be forgiven later. Afterall, Harry had the key to get him out of his marriage contract.

With a benevolent smile, Harry waved his hand absent-mindedly, not breaking eye contact with the potion's master as a wave of magic was released through his hand. A pulse of power shook the building causing everyone not seated at his table to drop unconscious. Observing the man’s fear no longer being about his secret but instead his life, Harry knew he won.

“Well? Do you wish to leave alive and grant me the apprenticeship or not? And before you ask yes I shall have my potion’s NEWT’s by tomorrow.” he threatened Dmitri. Resisting the urge to physically cheer when he saw the man relent and put his left arm onto the table. Handing over the apprenticeship contract, Dmitri signed and waited to be forced to make the vow.

As Harry grasped the man’s arm, he sent a pulse of magic through the Dmitri’s magic forcing him to keep all of Harry’s secrets, never steering him wrong or even trying to escape and more. 

After a couple minutes, when he finally released the man’s arm the only evidence remaining was a tattoo of the deathly hallows that only Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindlewald would recognize because instead of the mainstream Grindelwald version, his was personalised for how he branded his servants. And the only reason they’d know was the death stick.

Handing over a written statement, Harry had Dmitri sign, which he did  numbly, not even paying attention. Putting both contract and statement away, Harry left removing the wards and apparating to an unknown location.

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Sunday 1st August., 1991|0429 hrs| UNKNOWN LOCATION

As he wandered through the field, he sent waves  of his magic through the air. The location he was in, was completely untouched by muggles and wixen and would not be found for many more years by the common public.

Finally he came across an overgrown tree that still managed to look beautiful. While there was no judgement from Harry from this tree to the others, his magic resonated with it more. 

As he approached the tree, a woman of inhumane beauty appeared. Her skin green and dress the same colour of the tree with the exact pattern of the tree’s bark. Harry recognized the woman as the nymph of the tree.

While not bowing, Harry held his hand for hers and brought her hands to his lips to kiss the back of her hands. Her knuckles were soft as a leaf and when he spoke he dropped all hostility and spoke truthfully. (Well maybe a little flowery but it fits).

“Lady of this tree, I ask for your blessing to collect a branch from your magnificent tree. I would be most honored  to carry a wand made from your tree!” Harry charmed her and took genuine pleasure in her blush when she nodded and handed him a rough branch and disappeared.

Sitting at her tree, still feeling her eyes on him, Harry plucked a stone from the field and transfigured it into a beautifully crafted dagger and began shaping the branch while waiting for an animal to respond to his magic.

It did not take long for a creature that would scare most but not him to appear. “Great mother I ask for a hair from your very being” Harry confidently stated to the creature in front of him. As it gave its assent through its feelings, Harry produced shears through conjuration, this process being so delicate that even though shears were being used it was considered a magical metal due to him conjuring it saturated with magic.

Sitting back down, after obtaining the bright red hair, Harry added it to the 13 inch wand and observed as it turned a cherry red. 

Pausing for a moment, Harry took the dagger and sliced his finger, allowing 7 drops of blood to fall onto the wood before casting ‘Episkey’  onto his hand, a spell used for minor cuts.

Observing the wood that now darkened to a wooden brown, Harry thought for a moment before using his magic to scan the area below for precious metals and locating what was needed and finally summoning said precious metal.

Within moments, a rough emerald appeared in front of Harry that he forced into a perfect 7 point diamond-shape. As it disappeared into the wand, the only appearance change was the wand gaining a vine-like structure running through it in spirals.

Smiling proudly Harry performed his patronus feeling the rush of magic as a chimera appeared in all its glory yet Harry felt his magical reserves be replenished immediately by the leylines of the magic field.

Releasing a sigh of pleasure, Harry relished in the pros of creating your entire wand within a magical valley. (Yes, I shall build my palace here. This is mine)

Finishing that though Harry disappeared in a green fire, reappearing within his pictured location.

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Sunday 1st August., 1991|0602 hrs| Floo Entrance Hall, Ministry of Magic

Emerging steadily from the floo, Harry paid no attention to the nosey observers but instead walked to the receptionist and handed over his wand before the woman behind the counter could ask.

“ 13 inches, Elder Wood, Hair of a Chimeras, held together by an emerald, ” Harry stated “ Here to perform my Potion NEWT’s with the approval of my sponsor ”