A/N ok so I know I have some stories that I have left unfinished for like years now but this one wouldn't leave me alone. Currently I have no interest in finishing any of my other stories and they are welcome to be adopted. This new one however is more and experiment, im crossing over Harry potter with doctor who and my own book I intend to write really just so I can get better ideas for my own book.
Disclaimer: Harry potter is not mine, neither is doctor who. If they were there would be no non slash pairings….like ever…. HOWEVER anything no directly found in the harry potter world or doctor who world IS mine and I would like for it not to be stolen, thank you.
"Some call us Gods, many worship us as their creators, though many also reject our existence and create gods of their own; and while we may be Gods by mortal definition we are not "Gods" not in OUR definition of the word. We are aspects, pieces of that which hold all of existence and reality together. Without us there would be nothing; no life, no death, no light, no darkness, there would be simply nothingness. We have watched over the dimensions of reality from the beginning and we shall do so forevermore on till the end of all things, and we shall watch it all begin anew, as the cycle of existence goes on. We are fixed, we are unchanging, and we are ETERNAL."
- exert from The Beginning: The Book of Chaos
Prologue
Private drive, just another normal street in a normal neighborhood, with normal houses and normal lawns. However there was one thing, just one, abnormal thing about this street and it comes from the house numbered 4. You couldn't tell anything was wrong with the house or the family that lived inside it if you just looked. No the Dursley's were an upstanding family that contributes much to the community.
Why just last month they threw a party for the neighborhood to celebrate little old miss Windstock who beat breast cancer; a party full of wonderful finger foods and lots of alcoholic drinks for everyone. Everyone wondered how Petunia could have possibly had the time for all this while taking care of her 5 year old son who, everyone would quietly admit, was quite a monster of a child; spoiled rotten before he has even gone a year in school. But everyone over looks this of course because in the end no one really cares about their neighbors here just that they look NORMAL.
No one noticed that there was a little boy half-starved and bruised in the kitchen making all the finger foods they were out enjoying. Not like they would have done anything any ways, after all the boy was just the Dursley's nephew, Harry James Potter, who was a hooligan and a liar, or so the Dursley's say. His parents' died in a drunk driving accident leaving Harry to the poor Dursley's to take him in from the goodness of their hearts. Never mind the large hand print bruising on his arms or the welts on his back, he is a hooligan after all probably got it in a fight with the wrong crowd.
No in truth Harry was a good boy who has the misfortune of being a magical child in a house that hates magic for all its worth because its ABNORMAL. Vernon Dursley, a gaint Walrus of a man heard of magic form his wife who was always jealous of her sister, the prettier one with magic, how magic was terrible and abnormal. So he took it upon himself to beat the magic out of little harry, at first it didn't start so bad, just a cuff in the head if he did something wrong like for get to get up in time to cook breakfast. Eventually it turned into full on beating with a belt for getting in Dudley's way, their "precious" son.
These beatings just got worse and worse for little harry as time went on but never once did Harry scream out, not anymore anyways. Harry learned quickly that if he made to much noise and attracted the neighbors attention he was get it worse than ever.
And so this treatment went on and on starting from when he was just 1 years old till now, at 5 years old Harry had already lost hope of ever getting rescued form this hell hole of a house.
But, one night, after one of his more severe beatings when he got tossed into the cupboard under the stairs, his "bedroom" , he made a wish one that his tiny beaten magical core strove to meet to the best of its capabilities. And so little Harry potter went to sleep, from the pain of his beatings, unaware that his magic with the last of its strength, reached out across the stars and across dimensions and found him a friend. Someone who would protect him from harm and teach him all he would ever need to know.
A/N end thoughts: this is relatively short but knowing me when im on my ADD meds there will be more chapters up shortly probably 2-3 unlike my other stories im hoping to write at least 4-5 pages in word per chapter so it might slow things down. And like in the past the updates for this story will be extremely erratic as not only am I now writing my own book series Im also in collage for fashion design and have a lot of work to do. Most updates will be coming around break times and weekends when im not playing Aion XD and remember to Review XD reviews make my Adderall addled mind want to write more.