Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly. Some of the content of this story is not mine. I took directly from Philosopher's Stone.

Chapter One: The Dursley's

"What!" Dumbledore stood up. His beard was waving as anger flowed through him. His robes flapped dangerously. "What is the meaning of this?" He turned to his followers. "Minerva explain." He demanded his voice deadly.

She breathed in shakily. He was obviously in a bad mood. Not knowing the answer would only make him madder. "It's that traitor Black. He's turned against us." She cowered in hoping that was enough to please him.

"Do you think that's enough?" His voice thundered above her. "If you knew Black was a traitor why weren't you out there stopping him!Why?" He demanded. Minerva shrank in on herself hoping it wouldn't come. "Crucio" Dumbledore's voice rang out. She screamed in pain and writhed on the ground.

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Harry sat up gasping for air. He had had another vision. A disturbing one of a man in white robes torturing a woman. She looked familiar he realized. Of course it was all just a dream. He lay back down hoping to catch some sleep while he could. Of course he was too slow.

"Wake up boy. Dudders is hungry and wants breakfast. Get up!" Aunt Petunia banged the door once again for good measure and left to prepare herself for the day now that Dudley's breakfast was guaranteed.

"I wonder what would happen if I just refused one day" Harry murmured to himself as he got up and pulled on some of Dudley's old jeans and a t-shirt that hit his knees when he stood up.

Today was July 30 the day before Harry's eleventh birthday.

"Boy, get up. There's work to be done and you won't lay abed all day lounging." Uncle Vernon banged the cupboard door a few times for good measure. Harry sneered at the door. Anything like making faces could get him in dire trouble so he did it behind the closed door of his room.

Harry walked into the kitchen and took over the task of cooking from aunt petunia and glanced at the table. It could hardly be seen because of being piled so high with gifts for Dudley. He'd been ill in his real birthday and rather than skip it they were celebrating today. At least it wasn't his actual birthday.

When Dudley finally came downstairs and sat his considerable bulk around the table harry finished cooking breakfast.

"Serve us up quick boy, before it gets cold." Uncle Vernon snapped at him. Harry complied and served his aunt, uncle and cousin with difficulty on the crowded table. He tried not to look at the plies of gifts. Even though he knew better than to expect anything for his birthday it still hurt.

"Harry go get the mail." His aunt barked at him. For a moment Harry thought of protesting. Why couldn't Dudley get the mail? Maybe he'd even lose some weight if he started moving around. One look at his Aunt's face told he to get moving. He ran to the door and picked up the mail.

As he usually did he looked through them in case someone had sent him a letter. It had never happened in almost eleven years, but there had to be first time for everything, right? And there was. On top was a letter addressed to

Mr H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Harry's eyes widened at the sight of a letter for him. After all, Uncle Vernon had said: who'd want to correspond with a freak like him? Obviously someone did and someone important. The paper as thick and rich, very good quality. An embossed crest was on the back sealing the envelope shut. Harry ripped the envelope open hurriedly.

-Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you will be entering Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year. An escort will arrive in one hour to bring you to school. A equipment list is enclosed and you are required to obtain this items for your classes.

Yours sincerely Minerva McGonagall

Harry skimmed over the equipment list, map and rule booklet quickly. He read over the instructions to activate the thump print on the bottom. Then he stuffed everything back into the envelope and put it into one of the enormous pockets in Dudley's pants.

Harry starred open mouthed at the letter before him. What a strange morning! Not only was it Dudley's second birthday, the day before his own eleventh birthday, he'd just found out he was a wizard! This explained so much. Like why the Dursley's hated him.

Harry now saw no reason to walk back into the kitchen. If the letter was correct than he would be picked up shortly. All he had to do was pack up his things, which the letter gave him 60 minutes to do. Unfortunate to get to his cupboard he had to walk back through the kitchen.

Before he did so he touched the mark on the parchment as the instruction told him too. He felt power flow through his body and burning rage fill him. He walked into the kitchen sneering.

"Boy, where's the mail?" Uncle Vernon asked. Harry laughed, a cold evil laugh. Aunt Petunia spun around quivering.

"oh, no Vernon. It's happened. He's getting the power!" she shrieked pointing at his forehead where his scar was glowing. It was blood red as if it was still healing from the accident where is parents had died.

Harry looked at them. He was angry. He was angry at these people for all the things they had done, or not done to him. He wanted to be loved and cherished like is cousin. He let the thirst for it come in to the open and surge through his body.

"Oh, Vernon what's happening?" Aunt Petunia was starring at harry where a large red bolt was coming out of his chest. Uncle Vernon didn't have time to answer before it shot out smashing into all three of the Dursley's.

Harry watched as his relatives fell to the ground. The staggering amount of anger he had felt disappeared. Then he was thrown into action. The letter said he had an hour. He went running into his cupboard. Once he arrived in there he wondered what he had wanted to bring. It wasn't like he any possessions. He studied the tiny area anyway.

Harry grabbed his school bag. Dudley hadn't liked the colour so he got it almost new. Inside it was his few pencils and papers. He left those in there. He was after all going to a school. Clothes were harder. The letter had said uniforms. Did he need to bring clothes? Just in case Harry took his least ripped and dirtied clothing and placed them on top of his school things. He turned slowly around his room a few times taking in the fact that he was leaving there for... at least a long time he hoped. He was so busy thinking he almost missed the soft knock on the front door.

A man in a long black cloak rapped on the door again. Was the boy so busy packing and crying over his relatives he couldn't be bothered to answer the door? He knock again. Louder this time. And waited. He had expected the boy to be a pampered brat, but this refusing a common courtesy to answer the door. What was going on? As he raised his fist to knock again, the door opened.

Harry opened the door. And jumped back in surprise. A tall, imposing looking man in a long black cloak stood in the doorway. His sort was not the kind that ever came down Privet Drive. Everything about him didn't fit in.

Harry gapped open mouthed for a moment. Taking in every detail of the strange man.

Snape was annoyed. Not only had Dumbledore sent him to retrieve the boy, the boy hadn't answered the door promptly and now he was just standing there open mouthed. Snape sneered, stepped over the threshold and addressed Harry.

"Potter are you ready to go or are you incapable of packing by yourself?" Of course he was not actually offering to help. He was scowling and angry. Luckily Harry picked up on that and sad nothing.

"I-I'm ready to leave." Harry stuttered lifting his backpack. He looked terrified. He had good reason, Snape was not in any type of mood scarcely resembling a good one.

Snape sneered again. "Fine. Let's go." He grabbed Harry's arm roughly and half-dragged him outside. "We will be apparating to Hogwarts. Hold on tightly to my arm." Snape offered his right forearm.

Harry was awed. This man was more scary then all of his relatives put together.

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