Prologue
The darkness began to invade the small room. A young trembling boy sat in a pile of torn and dirty sheets. Lightning flashed outside, causing the boy to shake harder. Hi cousin, Dudley had the better deal. He was asleep in a warm bed, he had nothing. A look of anger flitted across his face. He wanted his 'family', if he could call them that, dead. He silently cried in his little cupboard. He wanted to leave, and never come back.
When he heard something outside his cupboard, he didn't move. He couldn't. He was afraid, afraid of who it might be, and afraid of who it was. When he didn't hear anything else he tried the door to his cupboard. He let out a small squeak when it actually opened. He hadn't expected it to, therefore he was surprised. When the cupboard make a creaking noise, he paused. Waiting for his uncle to come down and punish him for breaking out. When no one came he ran, opening and shutting the front door as fast as he could without slamming the door. When he got almost 2 miles away, he stopped to catch his breath.
A sudden burning pain flashed in his side, and he fell screaming. Tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks. His emerald eyes closed for a second as he takes a shuddering breath. That night the boy known as Harry Potter died. And Phoenix was born.