Summery:
What if Harry Potter started his life in the Wizarding world on a total different foot, so to speak. What if Harry uncovers secrets from the get go and learns not everything is as it seems. Grey!Harry. No bashing of characters just secrets come out that show the true colours of such ones.
Chapter 1.
Vernon Dursley considered himself a very normal, society approved man, thank you very much. He hated all things odd and bizzare, that included his wife's nephew, Harry bloody Potter. The little brat was dumped on his doorstep nearly 11 years ago, he being the gracious man that he is, opened his home to the brat and bought him up.
Well, he regrets ever doing so, the boy was strange and abnormal just like his parents and odd events happened while Harry stayed with the Dursley's.
Like for instance, turning Dudely's hair a vibrant pink when he'd pushed Harry down the stairs. Mrs Dursley had tried for a month to get the colour out to no avail much to the amusement of Harry. He'd been punished and had been given one meal every second day. In other words, they starved him, even though they had no concrete proof that he did it.
Mr Dursley, knew without a doubt though, that the brat did it. His parents did strange things and it was to be expected that their spawn would also, do strange things...
(A few hours later, at number 4, Privet Drive.)
Harry had just tried to reach the oil in the cupboard above so he could fry up some sausages. Mrs Dursley said he was to make dinner for them before 6, as her precious Dudikins would be starving when he came home from his play date with the just as mean boy down the road.
By them, he meant supper for the three of them and that didn't include Harry.
You see, the other day, something hilarious but odd happened. Harry was in his cupboard under the stairs, reading a book on animals of the deep that was assigned to him from his teacher as school, when Dudley came in and out of no where, punched him the face for no reason at all. Harry, very confused and dazed watched in amused horror as Dudely's head started to blow up like a balloon and his body started to levitate off the floor, floating in the air.
Mrs Dursley came in and saw that her baby was floating in the air, his head the size of a huge beach ball, she shrieked in horror and saw Harry giggling in the corner. Immediately she knew, that Harry was in fact an abomination just like her sister, Lily. He did this to her precious son!
"You evil, strange little brat! Stop what you are doing right now to my poor Dudikins. Stop it right now!!" Mrs Dursley screamed at Harry while she pulled on him by his ear while screaming in his other. He didn't know how to stop doing whatever he was doing to Dudley because he didn't know how he started.
"I honestly don't know what going on, I promise Mrs Dursley!" Harry said to her,while noticing Dudley was slowing nearing the ground and his head much smaller. He was crying with a blood red face probably in embarrassment and Harry knew why as he noticed the rather big wet patch on Dudely's pants. He'd wet himself in fright.
"You will not be fed for a week, you insufferable little brat!" Petunia screamed while throwing him in his cupboard under the stairs,Harry's head hit the wall as he was thrown on his bed and watched dazedly as his door was bolted shut. What did he just do?
(Back to present time.)
Harry managed to get the oil down and started frying the sausages. His tummy grumbled in protest as if stating that it hadn't been fed in going on three days. Thank goodness though, that the Dursley's let him drink water still. He learnt in school that a human could go without eating for a week but water was essential in surviving.
Once finished with the sausages he plated them and started with the mash. If only he could cook without having to do anything at all.
If only Harry knew.
The following day, the Dursley's were still sound asleep in their beds, Harry woke up at 3am, to feeling very nauseous. He knew it was because he hadn't eaten for a few days. He wished he could have anything at all to eat, even a dry piece of bread. Something. Anything.
As if his wish was granted by an unknown genie, there was a poof and a plain white piece of bread was next to him on his bed. Harry touched it with his finger, not sure if it was a dream or real. It was real alright, like a ravenous wolf, he scoffed down the bread. After, he wasn't exactly satisfied but it would do. Harry fell into a deep slumber with a sated belly not paying any mind to the strange thing that had just happened.
A little while later in the day, Harry was plucking weeds out of the Dursley's garden, Mr Dursley having ordered him to make his garden look pristine and impeccable,when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a huge bird come flying towards him. With what appeared to be, a letter in his beak. The bird happened to be an owl. Which was weird as it wasn't an everyday sight that one saw an owl in their garden in broad daylight. The bird was a pure raven colour with golden, big eyes that looked far too intelligent to be a normal owl. The owl landed with a soft thud a few feet from Harry and slowly started to walk towards him, once near enough he dropped the letter and stared at Harry as of to say, well go on take it. Read it. And Harry did just that.
Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Harry stared wide eyed at the envelope. How on earth did someone know where he lived and where he slept for crying out loud! He tore the letter open, which happened to be quite a job as it was sealed shut with a sort of wax, which had funny engravings on it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY:
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts.
To say Harry was confused would have been a complete understatement. Hundreds of questions formed in his young mind.
What was a Hogwarts?
Where was it?
And why did they want him there?
Harry stuffed the letter in his pants, knowing that if the Dursleys found out that people acknowledged Harry's existence, he wouldn't be sitting or eating any food for much longer than a week.
Harry noticed the owl from earlier had most probably flown off, having not seen it in the garden anymore. Strangely enough, Harry wanted to go to Hogwarts. Maybe they wouldn't judge him for the strange things he did, for being a freak, maybe just maybe...
A few hours later, Harry was sitting in his cupboard, when he heard a comotion by the front door.
"You will not be taking him, we swore we would put an end to this freakishness and stomp out the evil out of that little brat!" Harry could just picture Mr Dursle's face red and purple with range, shouting at this stranger. Harry had a feeling this person was related to the letter he received earlier.
"Move out the way, you obese ogre looking muggle!"
Harry noticed it was a female, an angry sounding one at that, he saw his door was being bolted open and he shrunk back in fear. The door opened and Harry saw the lady was looking down at him with a bright smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with sadness. She had bright blue hair, which Harry knew that Mr Dursley hated as it was out of the norm in society. Harry on the other hand, loved the lady's hair, reminded him of the ocean water which he'd only seen once in his lifetime when Dudley had seventh birthday party by the beach, Harry ofcourse had no where else to go so begrudgingly, the Dursley's bought him with. The strange lady standing in front of him was small, a head taller than Harry with bright, strangely enough, orange eyes. Harry had never seen a person with orange eyes before.
"Ello 'Arry. I'm Aurelia Baffleborn. I'm here to fetch you, to take you to Diagon alley to get you the equipment you will be needing for Hogwarts!" She said looking around his roo-cupboard in disdain.
"I read the letter addressed to me but I'm afraid I don't understand. What's a Hogwart's and why am I wanted there? I have a school I go to already."
She looked at him again with that pity, sadness in her eyes, "Oh Harry, I'm not surprised you don't know anything, living with these sorry excuse of muggles. This may startle you, but you're a wizard and Hogwart's is where witches and wizards, like yourself, learn to control and nurture their magic. It's a, what do muggles call it? Oh yes a boarding school. You learn a bunch of subjects from potion making to defence against the darks arts." she smiled at him, while with a flick of her hand Harry's belongings in his room started shrinking and flying towards her open pocket.
Harry's head started to spin and he thought he might throw up." A wizard? There must be a mistake. I'm just Harry. Nothing special about me." Aurelia smirked, looking at him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Oh really, so you've never made something blown up? Never dyed a person's hair a vibrant color when they've made you mad? Never made something appear before your very eyes with just a thought?"
Harry gulped. All of those things she stated, is exactly what Harry has done before and if not, more so.
She smirked in the fact that she was right," See, only a real wizard or witch could do that." She motioned for him to get off his bed and follow her out the door.
Harry noticed Mr Dursley seemed as if he was trying to say something but couldn't get his mouth to cooperate. Harry looked at Aurelia curiously.
"It's a simple spell. Doesn't hurt them. Just stops them from opening their good for nothing mouths." she glared at Mr Dursley, while slamming the door in his face as Harry and her made their way to the front lawn.
"Now what, where are we going and what are we doing?" Harry was a bit nervous as he wasn't daft not to think it was a bit strange to suddenly just go off with someone he didn't know from a bar of soap.
Aurelia looked at him and then held out her arm to him," Grab my arm and don't, for anything, let go. You will get splinched and that means in other words, very hurt."
Harry for some unknown reason, hurriedly grabbed onto her arm tightly. He took a deep breath. Here goes anything.