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Pain! pain! pain! thats all a young Harry could feel, his uncle "The walrus" just kept on thrusting..
it hurt so much! "Please! P-please..stop!". Young Harrys calls were ignored by all but his magic,
suddenly power flooded him "The walrus" felt something go horribly wrong flinging the boy to the floor.
He started to scream loud pained screams "PLEASE! STOP IT, I AM SORRY! GOD HELP ME! I BEG OF YOU..."
but just like harry his calls went ignored, magic would refuse to help the muggle..knowing the creature got what he deserved.
2 YEARS LATER
The now 7 year old Harry stared at the white walls, his once childish eyes empty showing a shell of boy a loud creak caught his attention. He knew what was going to happen..it always happened at this time,
his hour..the witching hour had come, and it was time for the stupid muggles to know there time had come.
Harry stood almost lazily, his magic which he had came to call Karia awakened projecting his magic a feminine form appeared infront of him.
Harry chuckled lightly, the beauty before him had decided to change her style for this night; Long silver hair reached down to rest lightly just at the top of her bum, Perky breasts stood firm, flawless skin covered her but what harry found to be most interesting was the purple of her eyes, tracing his childish hand along her legs he summoned a simple silver dress for her.
She could not speak for she had no tongue, due to her playing with harrys mind he had ripped her tongue out,
she hugged him lightly as the moonlight flooded the ward before darkness covered the area the once white walls of 's mental ward were stained red. Nothing magical or muggle could remove the blood, this is were he stayed his very own home.
4 Years later
Albus dumbledore had never felt it happen, it seemed these so called "blood wards" became frozen making him think that the young Harry was still at the dursleys this of course was not the case. "Ahh fawkes, its time for him to come home"
the said phoenix could only trill in respone but he Albus Dumbledore understood. He waved the fabled elder wand and sent the letters on there way,
of course it was a magical process as such he never got to read where the letter to young potter was going he leaned back and popped a lemon drop into his mouth.
The phoenix stared at his long time master, regretting ever bonding with such an evil man not many knew but a bond between phoenix and man was unbreakable.
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION
The now 11 year old Harry yawned, standing up from his bed he went about his morning ritual spotting his future mistress asleep he started to eat a pre-made meal from his house-elf Morgana, a letter dropped into his lap smiling darkly the potter clicked his fingers it burst into flames as he continued his meal dusting his black slacks he slipped a white shirt on and shoved on his trainers.
He stepped into emerald green fire and with a nod of his head he appeared in diagon alley, he made it to the wand shop and entered.
"Ollivander, i have come for a custom wand you may step out from behind that old shelf" Said person chuckled and stepped out, staring at the young child.
"Mister Potter, we have waited for a long time..come..we shall gift you a wand" Stepping into the back room he showed harry to a workbench.
"Please wave your wand hand over each material and bring me the ones you..feel a pull to." Harry simply waved his hand soon he held DemonsWood,AngelBark and Universal wood. "Very well, please do the same until i tell you to stop." Harry soon had eveything he needed for this wand. Olivander soon finished it,
harry had finished his supply shopping. "This wand is balanced perfect for Dark and Light Spells, all branches of magic and of course it was bathed in that bath."
Harry smiled. "Thank you.." Tilting his head, and aiming his new wand which hummed with power glowing a dim white it launched a silver curse. Ollivander was killed,
by his very own wand..all across the world time seemed to stop as the daily prophet showed the headline..
Ollivander his wands shall forever be in our memories.
Thousands of witches and wizards attended his funeral, including the famous harry potter...
Its ending here :) this is my first ever story i have ever wrote and i am serious here, please read a review if you have any helpful tips please message me or leave them in a review i will read them :) The pairing will be decided as i am new here and am new to some of the language (Hey i am 14)