Invisible-a Harry Potter FanFic

[T/N: HOLY F*CKING SHIT! 300 POWERSTONES! YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS YOUR GETTING A BONUS CHAPTER!]

By the time Harry had finished the Christmas holidays, he had finished all his homework and therefore, Draco too. It had taken a while to convince the blonde that it would be okay for them to do their homework and rehearsals before the last day, but finally, after many underhanded comments and mocking faces, he had done it. Thus, his beginning of the course was as normal as the previous ones had been, although there was the difference that logically, this course would have to be much harder due to the OWLs that he would have to take.

Even so, he began to work with great enthusiasm, to have results as good as he had previously had, so it wasn't difficult to see him either in the library or not at all... which was when he was in his own room studying or making potions on his own.

Everyone found it incredible how easily the preteen learned. His Professors were fascinated by the little boy who always exceeded everyone's expectations. In fact, there were many voices that commented in their break room about the incredible potential that the eldest of the Potter brothers had and that it was a failure that the youngest did not stand out like his brother did. Dumbledore's comments about the fact that Brian didn't want to stand out and that's why he didn't put in as much effort as his brother did... no Professor would believe it.

"Please, Albus!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed "I don't know why you defend Brian Potter so much, but even you have to admit to me that both brothers are completely incompatible. Harry, and there are no other words to say it, is a genius, gifted in magic. Not only does he have unparalleled skill and comprehension ability, but his raw power level is incredible. Brian, for his part, is just an ordinary child wizard, with average abilities and powers, and a fairly mediocre ability to understand.

"I have already told you that he does not like to stand out and that is why he does not show signs of exceptional abilities or power that is outside the average." The old Headmaster repeated.

"If that's what you're holding on to, go ahead. The rest of us don't think the same, Albus."

Those conversations were not exactly what the Headmaster liked the most, who had wanted everyone to feel a predilection for the youngest of the brothers, but he could not deny that Harry showed unusual abilities. It was for this reason that he was not surprised that just 2 weeks after starting the course his Professors came to him to inform him of their decision to prepare him for his OWLs before his next Easter vacation.

Harry wasn't too surprised to be told what his Professors had decided. The truth was that he practically considered that his courses only consisted of three months and no more... it was not that he needed more time, in that amount he already learned enough to get excellent grades, and on top of that make time for other activities. Whether they were recreational or study.

Precisely, in the first weeks of class, he found an activity that took up a good part of his free time. Just a week after the start of the course, the young Hufflepuff began to receive letters from different apothecaries not only in Great Britain, but also from other places in Europe. Honestly, the arrival of the first owl from abroad gave him a good scare. It was true that he had sent several letters to foreign apothecaries, but they always doubted his claims... in fact, the first answer he received turned out to be from an Italian apothecary!

Even so, all the letters had the same points in common, they asked if he was a master of the art, and if this was not the case, how did he consider that his product was of such good quality that he could think of trading them? It was a fairly reasonable doubt, and the fact that they responded to his offers, even if they were to question his quality, was already a sign that they were interested in him. Harry, for his part, considered it a lot and came to the conclusion that the best way to get the necessary idea about his ability was to prepare several rations of regular Wolfbane along with the ration of the perfected one for Remus and send them to him. Of course, although he was young he was not stupid and he understood well that if he sent them just like that, the result would be that the apothecary would try to scam him by selling his work, without he himself making any kind of profit. So, what he did was enchant the jars that contained them so that they would allow inspection, but not sale.

He also knew that delivery would be a problem, since if he used the school's owls, he would attract too much attention and that was the one thing he didn't want... his last thought was that someone at Hogwarts would discover his very advanced abilities to creating potions. So, he decided to use himself as a mode of delivery, and each day he brought three to four responses along with samples of his work. Of course, not all the apothecaries to whom he had originally written had responded, but 15 had, and he must attend to them.

Just as he imagined, none of the apothecaries who had received even a sample refused to buy the product from the boy, such was the quality of his work. Therefore, Harry had to start preparing large quantities of that potion and others that might be asked of him... a rather big job that made him too busy and he would have to lose a lot of his free time to be able to carry it out with his delivery program... considering that practically all the apothecaries who had placed an order with him were from abroad, the boy was grateful for his abilities as a phoenix and thus disappeared in a burst of flames and reappeared somewhere else.

The next few days were quite busy, studies, potions, quidditch... the poor boy was so stressed that he could barely sleep, and when he managed to get a few hours of sleep, they were plagued by nightmares and bad experiences. The bad thing about all that was that he was quite reluctant to take any kind of help to fall asleep, since this type of thing was always addictive and that was an evil that could not be allowed in any way. It was fortunate to discover that Night's purr practically put him to sleep in a matter of seconds and that these moments of rest were calm and relaxed.

Despite that, his friends were worried, because although he could rest thanks to his cat, it was never in the necessary proportion and furthermore, a cat is always too independent, and on more than one occasion it would disappear and then his dream would be plagued by nightmares once again... Furthermore, Night was not always able to remove the bad dreams... there were times when they came anyway, although there was one that literally changed his life.

He had a very busy day and was very tired, the time when he would have his OWLs was approaching and as always he had gone into a study frenzy in order to achieve the best possible grades. There was nothing wrong with that in itself, there were many who acted in the same way, the problem was that Harry had too many responsibilities, and with the addition of his potions business, at night he ended up so exhausted that he was barely able to get to his bed and get ready to sleep.

Harry looked around confused, he didn't have the slightest idea where he was... in fact, the last thing he remembered was barely getting ready to go to sleep after a very hard day, and now he found himself in what seemed to be a living room of what was obviously a family of wizards. Quite confused at the moment he looked around in order to discover where he was, but other than in Britain, he didn't have the slightest clue.

A faint sound behind him made him turn quickly... only to discover how the door opened very slowly. A lump formed in his throat... where was he? What was he going to find once the door opened? His breath almost took away as he discovered there before him was what was obviously a Death Eater if you look at the black clothing and white masks, and he had no time to hide! (Not that there was a suitable place right there either). He was beginning to draw his wand when the Death Eater walked past him without paying him the slightest attention, and the Death Eater following him didn't seem to pay much attention either.

"This is almost disappointing," said one of the Death Eaters. "It is expected from Muggles, after all, they don't know about us, but from our kind? Please! They know we exist!"

"Do you want to shut up!? "The second Death Eater murmured in a cold and impersonal voice. "You will make them listen to us and not call them our kind... They are mudbloods! No more..."

"Lucius, it's a way of speaking." said the first "What I mean is that they can also use magic, no matter how dirty their blood is. Come on! You won't deny that you want some action too?"

"Whatever you want or don't want is irrelevant... Our Lord has sent us with a mission and that is exactly what we are going to do... Now, if you shut that thing you call your mouth once and for all..."

It wasn't until that moment that Harry realized where he was... he was dreaming again, as strange as that might seem, since people are not normally aware that they are dreaming. He looked around trying to discover who his new victims were going to be, after all, if he dreamed again about something that had yet to happen, the normal thing was to try to avoid it.

The house was so impersonal in appearance that it was difficult to know who it was, come on, there wasn't even a damn photo! For a moment he wondered if it was something done consciously to destabilize potential attackers... although it seemed that they had no doubt of his objective.

So immersed was he in his search and his thoughts, that he was surprised and very startled when he heard a frightened cry. Apparently, the Death Eaters had continued their mission while he was distracted, and had gone upstairs in search of their victim or victims. Frightened, he followed the impulse to go up to the upper floor and try to help in some way, even though his presence was of no use at that time.

The scene that was found was that of a woman being systematically tortured with the cruciatus curse while the two Death Eaters laughed, amused by the poor woman's pain.

Harry saw the scene horrified, and without thinking he threw himself at the Death Eaters to snatch their wands... but he simply passed through them as if he were a simple ghost or spirit. He tried again, and just like the other time, he went through them... and for the first time in many years, Harry cried. What he had not done during the many years that his brother had mistreated him and that his parents had forgotten, ignored, or blamed him, he did in the face of the helplessness of being unable to help that poor woman.

He probably would have tried to attack the Death Eaters again, but he was stopped by a pair of arms that hugged him tightly against a warm body. He didn't even realize it, his eyes were riveted on the scene before him and he wasn't able to notice anything that was happening around him. It wasn't until those Death Eaters finally killed the witch they were torturing that he realized that someone was holding him and at the same time hugging him. Surprised and a little scared, he turned his head to see who it was, a woman.

Surely, in those moments, his face had to show all the surprise and fear he was feeling at that moment. Wasn't it supposed that even if he was seeing what he saw, it still wasn't real? No one had ever been able to see him, much less touch him, during one of his strange visions! What was happening at that time? And what was more important, who was that woman?

"And you're more relaxed?" The woman asked kindly, to which he responded affirmatively. "I'm glad... for a moment, I feared that you had gotten lost in your emotions. Tell me something little one, why did you go into a trance without your Professor? It's too dangerous... if I hadn't stopped you when I did, you would have been completely lost..."

"Sorry? What do you mean by losing me?" Harry asked, very confused, that woman was talking about things he didn't understand.

"Hasn't your Professor explained it to you? How irresponsible! Teaching trance and not explaining its dangers... some have gone completely crazy!" Harry looked at the woman without understanding anything, and watched in confusion as she raved about irresponsible people. "Who is your Professor, child? Tell me. I think they need your memory refreshed on what to do when teaching."

"Which Professor are you referring to, ma'am? I have many Professors and if you don't tell me what subject you are talking about I won't be able to answer you."

The woman looked at him in surprise for a few minutes before she turned around and began to curse in a very lively way that would make more than one person die of shame. Then she sighed and stared at him for a few minutes in disbelief while shaking her head slightly. If that woman had not disconcerted him beforehand, in those moments she would have succeeded. He didn't have the slightest idea who she was, but she had managed to awaken his curiosity with her questions and delusions, now he just had to get her to explain herself once and for all.

"What is your name, child?"

"Harry...Harry Potter, ma'am."

"Okay Harry, tell me the last thing you remember before you showed up here."

"Getting ready to go to bed, after a very hard and tiring day."

Here the woman again let out a whole series of curses and expletives that would have made many of the toughest bullies blush, while the boy still understood absolutely nothing. Who was that woman? What was she referring to with all those emphatic speeches? And most importantly, how did she get to his dream?

"Well... this is going to be more complicated than I expected." Commented the woman. "First of all, you have to know that you are still sleeping."

"Already knew. "The boy said, looking at her intensely, and before she could speak again, he cut her off with a question whose answer he should have received a while ago. "Excuse me for the question, but who are you?"

"Who?"

"Who are you? You haven't told me yet"

"My name is Ginna Piori." Answered the woman.= "And I am the same as you, although you don't know it. Harry, what you just suffered is a vision... you are a psychic."

"That's impossible." Said the boy. "To be a psychic you must have it in your blood... I mean, several of your ancestors have to have the ability to intuit or predict, and that has never happened in my family, at least that I know of."

"And on the other hand, that is exactly what you are... you are right in saying what you have said, and that is why I believe that vision has developed to this point in the face of such a lack of control. If your family had had a history, I would have paid more attention to the signs, and as soon as you had shown the gift you would have received instruction but this way... Well, it doesn't matter. Where are you right now?"

"At school"

" What school?" She sighed dejectedly "We are on the astral plane, Harry... not even a difference in language would represent an obstacle to being able to communicate."

"I'm going to Hogwarts."

"Britain? Mmmm... I already assumed we weren't from the same country, but oh well. Well, it's the same... Listen to me carefully, the way things are going there, don't tell anyone that you have the gift, do you hear me? They may try to use you without a Professor who can speak on your behalf. In a week at the latest, I'll be there, okay? I'll owl you the day before I show up at your school. LISTEN TO ME, IT'S IMPORTANT." After that, she disappeared.

[T/N: dam... Harry getting a new teach and I was right about him being psychic. If you enjoyed the chapter drop some stones, leave a comment, and write me a review. If you want to read advanced chapters then check out the P@treon or the Ko-fi]

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