Prologue

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A little boy with a head of messy, jet black hair, shining emerald green eyes, and looking like the three year old that he was snapped open his eyes and woke up.

Suddenly he was very depressed, having realized that the nice, caring family he had dreamed about didn't exist and neither did the pretty red haired lady that sang to him,

so he was still stuck with the mean, hated Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. His cousin, Dudley, wasn't too bad but he did like to hit him when they weren't playing 'Birdy'

where the Boy1 would lift up Dudley with a thought and let him fly around the room. But today, at least according to his Aunt, was his birthday. July 31st. Although he

wasn't excited like a normal three year old would be. He was a smart kid, even at three, and he knew that he was only told so 'they' would have another day to make him

miserable. All he wished was that someone, or something, would take him and any of his belongings away from the Dursleys once and for all.

"Boy get your lazy, good for nothing, worthless ass out here now, and get started on breakfast." His Aunt screeched at him.

So the Boy walked out of his cupboard and started to make breakfast under the intensely scrutinizing gaze of his Aunt. Unfortunately, or fortunately (it depends on whether

you are a seer or not.), at three years old it is hard to see over the stove, and even harder to use anything on it. So it should come as no surprise that the Boy accidently

grabbed a burner and screamed in pain. Which, in turn,. woke up his Uncle and pissed him off very quickly.

"Boy, stop that bloody screaming or I'll give you something to scream about." He roared as he thundered down the stairs.

Naturally, with the Boy being in pain, he didn't stop, if anything he only got louder, and his Uncle seeing the food burning and hearing the Boy's crying, he got pissed off.

He marched up to the Boy, grabbed him by his newly burnt hand, dragged him to the cupboard under the stairs, and threw him in.

"No food and no leaving the cupboard for a week boy, maybe this will teach you to listen to your betters." His Uncle shouted, his face turning an odd purple color.

Once the door had been slammed shut, the boy began to calm down.

'I am safe. I like the dark. It protects me.' he thought slowly getting calmer and calmer.

"I wish that someone, or something, would take me and anything that is mine out of here. To somewhere safe, where I will be loved." he thought as hard as he could,

focusing only on that line.

He did not notice the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead begin pulsing a blood red color in time with his heartbeat. Nor did he notice, as his eyes were closed, the

bright emerald green glow covering him and his belongings, even stuff he had never seen before. While the red glow covered the house. Suddenly with a loud explosion of

magical energy, the house, the property, and everything and anything in it were destroyed in a flash of blood red light. Althougfh nobody could see it through the red, there

was one person and several things stillin one piece and covered in emerald green light. Then with a second burst of energy, the person and everything else in the green

light vanished, not to be seen or heard from again until 11 years later.

About 2 hours later the Aurors arrived on the scene, took one look and called for Dumbledore. When Dumbledore arrived the wards lit up in recognition of their maker.

Unfortunately, that was their last bit of energy as they came crashing down soon afterwards.