Summary

Harry is depressed until he gets a letter from Gringotts telling

him some astonishing news that he can hardly believe.

Until he sees the manipulations himself, that is.

Chapter 1:

Inside a small room on number four Privet Drive sleeps a boy of about fifteen years of age. He is extremely skinny, almost sickly so, with a mess of short black hair and deep sunken eyes that are now a dull, lifeless green and a scar the shape of lightning on his forehead. The boy, known as Harry, is currently sleeping on his bed, which is more of a cot than anything.

"Boy, make our breakfast!" A shrill voice yells.

Harry stirs from his sleep and reply's with a hoarse and raspy voice as if he hadn't had any to drink in days.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia."

He walks slowly down the stairs, careful not to make any noise as he knows his Uncle will only make his day harder than it is if he does. He makes it to the kitchen and heads toward the stove and refrigerator. A few minutes later he is cooking breakfast.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

His overweight cousin, Dudley, is very large at about six foot and about the size of three grown men side by side, comes bounding down the stairs.. In comparison his father, Uncle Vernon, is short and stocky but just as big wide as his son. While the father-son duo are large, his Aunt is as skinny as a pole and even more so standing next to her husband and son.

As Harry sets the plates down on the table his Uncle starts to make comments.

"Not so clever now, Boy. Now that that criminal Godfather of yours is dead and rightfully so, that freak. As much as a freak in not more so that your good for-nothing parents of yours!" His Uncle snarls at him.

The boy stares at his Uncle with a mask of stone, but you could see the tightening around his eyes and fists to know that he was furious. Harry's eyes that were a dull green were now glowing an eerie green that screamed to run away, as he stares down his Uncle. His mask of stone is breaking into a mask of fury as he reaches his blowing point. The lights in the kitchen are flickering and the temperature drops that you could see you breath as you were breathing. All this is happening as his Uncle Vernon continues to rant and rave about his dead 'good for-nothing parents and godparent'. He had only known his Godfather two years after he escaped the magical Prison of Azkaban that is stationed on an island and is guarded by the feared dementors.

He had only known him for two years and now he's dead and it's his fault.

Authors note:

This is my first time ever attempting to right a story and I am hoping to continue this piece of work. Constructed criticism would be greatly appreciated to help improve my writing.

I am sorry if this does copy anothers idea and I hope to continue to get better as I write more. I also wish to apologize for such a short chapter and I hope to make them longer as I go.

Disclaimers: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. Those belong to J.K. Rowling.

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