Chapter 1: A Beginning

In the year 1986, at the address of Number 4 Privet Drive, a crisis was brewing. A crisis whose resolution would alter the fate of the world.

Harry Potter hated school. Well that is not entirely true. Harry liked the idea of school. It was putting it into practice that was painful. Harry liked Grade 2 and the subject matter therein, but the tests were the worst of the worst. Harry had to tread a thin line between doing too poorly and disappointing his teachers and doing too well and overshadowing Dudley. It was a hard and treacherous path to tread.

This time he failed, if the noises emanating from Number 4 Privet Drive are to be believed. It is a shame; young Mr. Potter keeps preforming too well.

"Boy!" came the shout from a large walrus-shaped man. "You must have cheated or used your – your freakiness. There is no way you could have beaten my Dudders."

"But I didn't cheat or..."

"Are you calling me a liar, boy?" Uncle Vernon bellowed. "Just wait till I get my hands on you, boy. I'll teach you a lesson that you'll never forget."

On hearing these words, Harry turned and fled away from the man apoplectic with rage. He could not flee far until he was trapped. Stuck in a corner with walls at his back, little Harry yelled with all the indignation he could muster "It's not fair. I hate this place with its stupid rules. Why can't... it...". He broke off with a sob and a whimper. He cowered and cried and with a crack, disappeared.

A/N: Just a little teaser.