Disclaimer: I don't own the HP series
I used to be a normal kid. I made friends, I played quidditch, I celebrated holidays with my family, I helped my younger siblings and I even cleaned my room without being asked but now it's all different. I was nine when the visions came. They didn't occur often and they never lasted long but they hurt and they scared me so I didn't tell my family. Too bad that my parents are Potters and you can never hide anything from a Potter. They didn't understand the visions. They thought that there was something wrong so they brought me to the mental ward in St. Mungo's. The doctors gave me medicine for the migraines and said that I should try seeing a seer to hone my powers but my parents wouldn't let me. They told me that I would never be a seer like their creepy old teacher so I was stuck with the pain filled visions.
My family pulled away from me. My aunts and uncles only talked to me when necessary, my cousins avoided me like the plague, my parents and grandparents tried to ignore my presence when possible and my own siblings ran away from me with disgusted looks. It hurt knowing that the family who had once loved me deeply was now so scared of me that they hid. When people came over I was locked in my room until they left. No one could know that Saint Potter had a crazy child.
As I grew up the visions became worse to the point where they almost took over my life. I started taking more and more pills to subdue the pain but it didn't help. I couldn't leave my room. Every step I took was weak and made me even dizzier than before. My parents left food outside my door and magically assisted me to where I needed to go but never physically touching me. I would lie in bed practicing spells from my DADA books or creating potions. My father had always hated how good I was at magic and potions. I have only failed at a potion when my father used to try and help me. Its always scared my family how good I am at potions. Albus and Lily would make fun of me, saying that I was going to be a Slytherin making me upset but I couldn't care less anymore.
When my Hogwarts letter came, my parents brought me to my healer again so that they could make me well enough to be shipped off to a place where my parents didn't have to deal with me. I was given endless amounts of potions that made it easier to walk but my visions became much more painful. At Hogwarts I was sorted into Slytherin, which got me made fun of more than ever. People couldn't believe that the son of the Saviour is a conniving snake. The Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and even the Hufflepuffs sent sharp words my way but my house mates stayed by my side. It was after the first week that I made a friend. A vision so strong that it nocked me out came to me during charms. When I woke up, the Gryffindors were pointing and laughing at me but one person in particular was the worse. Liam Finnnigan, son Seamus Finnigan, was leading the assault of insults. He was about to go for another jab when Scorpius Malfoy jumped up and saved me from the next attack, becoming my greatest friend.
I'm now 19 and sharing a flat with Scorpius. With the help of Professor Trelawney and Scorpius I graduated Hogwarts with O's in each subject and I conquered my visions. I'm now a world renowned seer and I'm planning on becoming a Potions Master. I discarded the Potter name and the Malfoys became my new family. They accepted me for the person that I am, they love like a son. I've found my home.
I hope that you liked it, if you did then please review. This was my first one-shot so please tell me if you want another one. Sorry if you were upset with the Potter bashing I didn't mean to offend anyone.~SnitchFeather284