Becoming myself

Harry is a Potter, or so he thought. After the Hogwarts letter came, he was so excited to actually get away from his so called "family" and become a wizard himself. How should he have known, that he was in fact going to become a witch? And why is his new girl name Katelyn Vinda Black?

Female!Harry, Dark!Harry, Slytherin!Harry, Supportive!Snape, Manipulative!Dumbledore


Disclaimer:

- Rated M for explicit language, violence, implied/referenced of child abuse, and sexual content.

- The wizarding world is created and owned by J.K. Rowling, and I do not claim any ownership over any characters or the world of Harry Potter.

I'm not going to spoiler here anything by giving you an insight on how the story is going to progress, but i can tell you that i plan on entering new territory. Actually i already entering new territory, since this is my first FanFiction.

So what i am planning? Because this is my first FanFic, the starting is probably going to be more in low waters. But when i feel confident, then i will not backup from more heavily topics. But don't worry, there will be nothing to much visual and i will always include a warning on top of a chapter if i start experimenting with things like that.

Also i would love to hear your feedback (positiv and negativ) and especially how you find my writing style. I also should mention that i'm no englisch native but i'm confident that i can do this. Nevertheless i actually would appreciate it if somebody could beta read the new chapters, checking for grammar and spelling mistakes. So feel free to contact me if your interested.

Hope you have fun!


Chapter 1: Beloved family

Harry's cheek hurt. Yesterday was not a good day. First Vernon had hit him because he had forgotten to remind him of a meeting with his boss and then Dudley had thought it would be fun to test his new boxing gloves on Harry. To his surprise, aunt Petunia actually told Dudley to stop. But after telling him to do such things outside of the house, because blood is not easy to get out of the carpet, Harry's surprise quickly vanished. Sometimes Harry wondered why he still had some hope in him, that his so-called 'family', would actually care for him one day.

After putting his blanket aside, Harry struggled to get up. Yep, Dudley surely had hit him pretty good a few times. He still found it annoying that his cousin could get hit by a rock on the head and didn't care one bit, while he could start crying when he hit his little toe on the fridge. Dudley always called him "crybaby" when something like that happened. Well, there a worse things than getting called like that.

After getting up, Harry put on his glasses and clothes. To be honest, they are not really his clothes. They're more like Dudley's old worn clothes, which he didn't like anymore. Harry didn't even get his good clothes. No, only the ones that were completely worn, or he had become too fat for. The good ones became the neighbors little kids, who were in Dudley's school band. But he didn't complain, because he knew that would only get him in trouble. Being the one who speaks up, always gets you in trouble. That was certainly something that Harry had learned in his time with the Dursley's.

As he walked into the kitchen, he looked up at the wooden watch, which hung over the fridge. How can the Dursley's sleep so long at the weekends? We already have 11 am. Harry didn't really complain, because then he didn't have to get up at 5 am, like normally, to make breakfast for everybody. Also, he enjoyed having the house for himself in the morning. It was one of the rare occasions when Harry could actually watch TV. After putting some bacon in the pan and squeezing orange juice, he made his way to the front door and picket up the post. The newspaper, a postcard from aunt Magda, some bills and...wait...what's that?

Mr. H. Potter,

The Cupboard under the Stairs,

4. Privet Drive,

Little Whinging,

Surrey

Is this some kind of joke? It must be. Surely a prank from Dudley...but no. He might be a prankster, but this was above his level. Maybe uncle Vernon finally gained some kind of humor? No, impossible. And aunt Petunia was out of question. So, what is Hogwarts and how the fuck do they know I live in a shitty cupboard? Well, I should probably put the letter away before uncle sees me with it.

After Harry hide the letter under his bed, he got back into the kitchen and finished making breakfast. While Harry laid the table, Vernon walked into Kitchen and grabbed the newspaper from the table. "Boy, are you finished making breakfast?" Seriously, how can he not get tired by asking every morning the same stupid question? Also, has he no eyes in his head? "Yes, uncle Vernon." said Harry softly. Not long after that, aunt Petunia and Dudley walked into the kitchen. "Mom, I want to get new boxing gloves. Harry made mine all dirty with blood!" Well then you shout no have hit me with them, you dumbass. "Honey, we can just put them in the washer." Dudley looked like he had seen a ghost. "But I want new ones!" shouted the fat boy. Vernon looked bored over to his wife. "Don't worry Petunia. I get new ones on my way home." And then they say, they have no money to spend on a freak like me, but they can spend all their fucking money on such a spoiled brat. Yes, life is certainly not fair.

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What the hell is this? "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" whispered Harry to himself. This really has to be some kind of sick joke. I mean seriously, who would fall for that? But how the fuck do they know my name? Or...maybe...just maybe...this is not a joke at all. Maybe, this is my way out of here. A way to finally get away from my 'family' and learn...magic? No, that doesn't sound right. But what if this is no joke? No matter if this is a joke or not, I should show this uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia before they find out. Maybe they know something about this Hogwarts.

Harry opened the door of his cupboard and walked into the living room. Vernon sat in his favorite armchair and watched football. "Uncle Vernon can I ask you something?" He didn't bother to look away from the TV but made an approving growl. "Today I got a weird letter from...Hogwarts. Do y-" Vernon quickly stood up made a threatening step towards Harry. "What?! You didn't tell me, boy? Where is this stupid letter?!" The boy jumped a bit back, when his uncle approached him. "I-I have it here." Harry held up the letter. Before he could even react, Vernon grabbed it and tore the letter right before his eyes. "You will not go to this freak school, boy! You understand me?!" Wow. What's his problem? Don't they always tell me that I'm such a freak? So wouldn't I right- The last thing Harry could remember was a loud clap and stinging pain on his left cheek, before darkness clouded his vision. "You will answer to me when i ask you something, boy!"