We all know the story.
An abused boy under the stairs.
A dusty letter.
A hidden world of magic.
A destiny forced upon him.
For a bit, that was true In this timeline as well, It's not much different, correct? Maybe it had played the same
In that of a Stairs was that of a room of a child; the child had black messy hair, green eyes, and a Ligthibg bolt scar on his four head, with Glasses.
[Insert image of Harry Potter]
He looked weak, maybe not that well; his body moved in his old bead, wearing clothes that were not his size; as he rolled off, his body hurt;
His body normally didn't hurt from the Dursley treatment of him; he didn't know why; it wasn't like Dudley had pushed him, making him fall the stairs or that his Uncle Physically harmed him... This time, if that was the case, his Aunt would normally use a first aid kit on him.
He moved over and went to the door of the Cupboard, which was locked, he swung the door and found it was opened
Harry blinked as he spoke. "They forget, again"
He moved out, his foot making a sound as he stepped on the floorboard; as he walked to the door and tried to open it, he found it locked; as he sighed, he saw it.
Harry looked to his left as he founded as he Sighed. "The Key, Uncle, you are a very lazy Man".
Harry stepped out, almost like this wasn't the first time he had sneaked out; he always knew where to go; as he walked out, as the moonlight hit his skin, he fixed his glasses, which then shone, he smiled as he looked around.
His feet, no his slippers, made a sound as he stepped; each step he took, he took in the cloudy night air, as he kept moving, which felt nice.
He just smiled as he made his way to that park; as he did, his eyes scanned the place, but no one looked at him; nothing was happening to him; he was kinda surprised there was no Police in the area either. It felt weird to him.
Harry then saw it, as he stepped back, as he pressed his head on his lighting Scar. "Argh".
He looked down to see a snake, a white Snake, that seemed harmless, but it looked back at him.
The snake looked up, as it spoke in snake tongue. "Follow me".
As it Slyther away, Harry blinked as he got back up and touched his forehead. He looked back at the snake
"Did it speak to me?" Said Harry to himself, as he followed the snake to a tree, as Harry looked at the tree.
Harry looked at the giant Tree, with the Letter R on as he looked back at the Snake. "What do you want me to do?"
The Snake looked at Harry as it hissed. "Touch the ground".
Harry didn't know how to feel about it, and he even had a moment of hesitation, as he backoff, as he wondered was it even safe to touche the ground, he didn't know what will happen.
Harry them remember the other weird thinks that happened in his life, from randomly people bowing to him, to some people just looking at him for to long, his Uncle Cutting of his hair, and it just growing back the next.
So he took a deep breath. "This better not be a life changing thing".
He tocuhed the ground, as it sakes a Rune symbol was shown, as it was ancient, as Harry didn't know what it looked like
(Ps: For anyone wanting to imagine it, it looks like trb Earth Kingdom Symbol from Avatar The Last Air Bender)
As the ground didn't split opens, but it just moved, as Harry was taken a stepped back, as he blinked as he saw it, there barrier in the ground was a sword, it was a dark blade surrounded by a blood-red aura and engraved with crimson, demonic patterns.
[Insert image of Beelzebub from Iron Blooded Sword Hound]
Harry felt his skin, crawl from a bit as he looked at the Demonic looking sword. "What are you?"
And just then, like any child with to much wanting to know, he reached out his hand, as lighting fire on hai body, as he pulled the sword, Harry screamed, as then the sword absorbed into his arm, as there was now a mark, the mark of Beelzebub, as Harry felt to the ground. He then scratch his arm
Last thing he saw before getting knocked was the snake, as he swear it was started to turn, as he completely blanket out
Meanwhile, in a different place...
An old man stood hunched over a desk, scribbling something on parchment. His long beard and flowing green robes marked him as a wizard of age and power. The lines on his face were deep, his eyes clouded with centuries of thought.
He sighed. "This is it... the last of the world for my clan."
Rising with a slight groan, he stretched and walked across the stone chamber. His footsteps echoed softly until he came to a stop before a massive wall.
It was a family tree—etched in stone and glowing faintly with runes. Each branch bore the image of a different serpent, coiling through the lines of descent. Some were small, mundane species. Others were draconic, mythological, terrifying.
The old man scanned it with solemn eyes. "Nothing new," he muttered.
Just as he turned to leave, the air crackled behind him.
Fwoosh.
The scent of burning parchment.
He spun around—eyes widening as a new image emerged from the stone. A photograph shimmered into view, flickering with light: a woman with crimson-red hair, vibrant emerald green eyes, and a gentle smile. Beside her stood a man with messy black hair and hazel brown eyes, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.
And beneath them, a single name etched itself in:
Harry James Potter.
The old man chuckled, the sound low and gravelly. "Ah, I see. The tree finally acknowledges her... Welcome to the family."
He tapped his staff once on the floor. With a soft pop, a woman appeared before him in a swirl of green mist.
She bowed deeply—blonde hair flowing down to her waist, gloved hands touching the ground. Her tailored suit marked her as a dignified member of a noble house, and her posture screamed discipline.
[Here is the image for people Wondering how she looks]
"You called, Lord Slytherin?" she asked without lifting her head.
The old man snorted faintly at the title, but waved it off with regal composure. "Get up, Greengrass."
She rose smoothly, her green eyes meeting his. "Yes, my Lord."
He gestured toward the tree, now glowing faintly with Harry's lineage. "A new bloodline has awakened. You're to retrieve him."
Her eyebrows rose slightly, a rare crack in her mask of professionalism. "Truly? I thought all our bloodlines had been found since the 16th century."
Lord Slytherin gave a low chuckle—dark and amused. "So did I. But then again... we never did find the head of that house."
He motioned toward the tree again. Her eyes followed—landing on a massive serpent coiled around a blank frame. A multi-headed beast with a crown of horns and fangs. The only snake with no accompanying portrait.
The Hydra. The lost house.
She understood immediately. "I see... very well, my Lord."
He handed her a sealed envelope—blank, no name written on it. "When you get close, the blood magic will activate. The letter will know where it belongs."
Greengrass nodded and accepted the letter with care. "Yes, my Lord."
With a crack of Apparition, she vanished.
Lord Slytherin leaned back in his chair, pouring himself a glass of dark alcohol. He raised it in a mock toast to the tree, to fate, to chaos. "This is going to be interesting."
It was the next day, and Harry was found and back to Dursley; how did that happen?
Simple, he was passed out, and a nearby officer found him, after that, he was sent to the Hospital to check him up.
In the morning, Harry Woke up, and even so, he didn't want to be told about his Emergency Contacts, which were the Dursleys.
[Insert image of the Dursley]
Once they arrived, they "seemed" were shocked to see him like this, but Harry was sure that was an act, or maybe it was act from his Uncle.
He didn't know why, his Aunt looked a bit worried, and Dudley didn't know what to say.
As they were leaving, Harry saw the Officer giving a narrow eyes to his uncle, and so did the few other staff member and doctor, as they took to there car and drove back to the house.
The officer drank there coffee as he looked at the Doctor. "Have you Called them".
[Here is the image of the Officer if you were wondering how he looks like]
The Doctor looked as he sighed and spoke. "CP has been Informed, but let me tell you, if you are wrong about this, we all gonna be trouble old friend".
The officer entered the doctor's office and shut the door behind him with a heavy click.
Silence.
He walked over to the desk, his fingers brushing the edge before settling on the file the doctor had left open. His eyes scanned the report slowly, page by page. Bruises. Hairline fractures. Malnourishment signs. Old scars across his back and wrist. A note from a nurse dated two years ago: "Child seemed nervous around guardian. Flinched when adult raised voice."
The officer's hand clenched tightly around the paper.
Almost tearing it.
He inhaled deeply, the smell of antiseptic and paper flooding his lungs. Then, unconsciously, his hand moved to his left arm—just above the elbow, brushing the sleeve. A faded, long-healed scar lay beneath, invisible to most.
He shook his head to clear the memories. "God," he muttered, voice low and bitter, "this boy's been here multiple times..."
The doctor leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, not saying anything.
After a long pause, the officer turned, slamming the file shut but not in anger—more out of restrained grief. "Every damn time, the paperwork gets filed, but no one follows up. Just warnings. Just notes. He keeps getting sent back."
The doctor sighed. "We were told the family was... unusual. Important. A distant relative even called us once and said he'd look into it."
"Distant relative my ass." the officer growled. "They left that kid in a warzone disguised as a home."
The doctor frowned. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking it's time someone did something. I don't care if it's the Queen or Merlin's ghost; if they show up and try to sweep this under the rug, they'll find me still standing on it."
He sat down, pen in hand, and began filling out the full abuse report. "Call CP. And Social Services. Again. This time we don't wait. This time, we act."
Later That Day – At Number 4, Privet Drive
Harry sat alone in the smallest bedroom. Beelzebub's presence loomed faintly in the back of his mind, quiet—watchful.
Then… a knock.
Uncle Vernon flinched. Aunt Petunia stiffened.
Harry looked up.
Outside, two figures in dark jackets with government badges stood on the doorstep. One was the officer from earlier. The other was a woman with sharp eyes and a notepad
Vernon looked at the man, as he spoke. "Um, may I help you".
The Officer's Eyes Narrows at him as he spoke. "We would like to talk to you".
Petunia stepped up, as she spoke. "What's is it?"
The woman looked at her as she spoke. "Not you Mrs, But Just him".
Her eyes meet Vernon, and Vernon just looks like he is stunned.
"What do you mean by that". Petunia asked to consider lacing her voice.
The officer softened as he spoke. "Noting Mam, just your Husband and his outstanding help to our society". He said with a smile but it didn't reach his eyes
Vernon sighed as he spoke. "You almost gave me a hot attack, but sure I will be coming".
As he walked out and closed the door, as he did Petunia noticed Harry looking, as she saw Harry Scratching his Left arm again.
She just looked as she spoke. "Show me your arm".
Harry blinked as he spoke. "Why?"
She gave him a narrow look as she spoke. "Just do it"
Harry sighed, with a moment that showed years of Obedience and Loyalty, walked up to his Aunt, as she lifted up the slive, instead of the old healed scar's, there was nothing there.
This has confused Petunia, as she had thought, there would be rash but noting, but she noticed a dark mark, a she wrinkles her noise, as she coverd Harry Arm.
Petunia moved to the covert, as she took out a powder. "Take this, put in your arm and your itching will stop, now go back".
Back outside, Vernon looked at the officer as he spoke. "So, um what do I call you, Mr"
The officer looked at him as he spoke. "Just call me by my last name, Weasley".
Vernon narrows at the name as he spoke. "Odd name".
Mr Weasley looked as he spoke under his breath. "Makes sense, you seme like the time to hate people who wear brown shows with black pants"
Vernon looked at him as he spoke. "What did you say?"
Mr Weasley looked at him as he spoke. "Noting".
To be continued
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