Prologue
The little boy Harry Potter looked wistfully on the sight before him. His parents were playing with his brother again laughing around the Christmas tree. He didn't know why he wasn't a part of this or what he had done to earn the indifference from the Potter family.
If anything, it must have been something to do with that night a few months ago where the bad man had come into the house and destroyed his and Joey's bedroom. Ever since the flash of green light and debris falling, his brother Joey had been treated as the only child of the family whereas Harry was frequently left in his room alone reading his books.
Little Harry looked on with sad eyes before trekking back to his room, his little hand hovered over the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Ever since that night, he had been alone in the house but he had also gained a knack for magic. Almost as if something had unlocked within himself, he could levitate his books over to himself and he could also talk to the garden snakes that were sometimes in the garden. His brother also had a scar, far more visible the letter V was embossed in a fancy design across his left cheek. From what Harry could gather, this signified his brother's power of magic and extraordinary accomplishment in something.
Harry often wondered what his own scar represented. The old professor man had visited that very same night and determined a wooden leg from the crib had hit his face in the explosion. Whenever Harry thought hard enough about that night however, it was always Joey who got smacked in the face. Harry had simply glowed with some green colour and fallen asleep. He could always remember the feeling of that magic though. As terrified as he was at the time, it was also the first time he had ever felt his own magic which was a feeling within itself. He always felt safer and slightly giddy when he touched his own magic, seldom though it was.
Reaching his bedroom door, Harry opened it and trotted over to the mirror and gazed upon his little figure. He was already 5 years old! Shaggy black hair was tossed everywhere on his head unyielding and untameable. His green eyes pierced the mirror and he could feel the power within himself. He would have looked an ordinary lad with blessed genetic eyes if it weren't for the large round glasses which encompassed his face. They were always slipping down his nose and had even fallen straight off when he was younger. Fortunately, the Potter house elf Dippy had always known when this happened and helped Harry repair and wear them again.
Glancing around his room and sighing, little Harry crawled onto his bed and carried on reading his newest book from the Potter library: 'Principles of Magic' by Charles Potter. This book he had heard from a proud Dippy, belonged to his late grandfather who was considered one of the most powerful men of his time earning the Potter an even larger fortune with his contribution to warding and understanding of spell-crafting. Harry was completely oblivious to how naturally intelligent he was, another curious aspect of his life. Dippy had always been amazed at Harry's ability to soak up information. So far he had read all the children's books in the entire library, several magical basics books and had even read ahead finishing the first year's curriculum at Hogwarts. Dippy took it upon himself to ensure this ability was taken as far as possible, maybe one day Harry could continue his late master Charles' great legacy.