Only The Darkest Intentions
Hi guys, this is definitely new for me seeing as if I have always been a long time avid reader of fanfiction but never a writer. I am stepping out of my comfort zone for I have never been anything more then a closet writer. This is my fantasy of what Harry Potter could have been and I would love nothing more then to share and hear back from you. It can be love or hate, all criticism is welcomed. This is rated T for now but I have ideas to bring it to M so please be warned. This is also a Harry and Hermione ship so if that's not your thing so very sorry. Please enjoy and remember I own nothing this is all Mama J.K. Rowling's brilliance .
It was a dark, dewy, and cold night. That was the only way to describe the begin of this tale. As Albus Dumbledore began to walk to slowly through the dark night Privet Drive. He began to feel great sorrow welling up inside. To leave this child on the steps of these ignorant muggles was to be a great travesty, but worth it for all of the child's years to come. He knew here, little Harry Potter would come to know mortality rather them rush through life in the Wizard World feeling untouchable, unreachable, and Godlike. Here he would learn patience and humility rather than living in the Wizard World walking as if he was the only thing breathing life into Diagons Ally. As he walked the steps of the house number four of Private Drive. Tears began to fall as Albus understood was type of childhood this sweet, innocent little child was up against. But it was worth it. For the good of the Wizarding World he told himself as he laid down little Harry Potter at the front door and left without a trace into the night.