Prologue

A slight breeze ruffled tree leaves, leaving a biting cold. The black night sky was scattered with stars and the moon was shining through the few clouds there were. Pale moonlight barely lit up the streets in Surrey. Shadows loomed causing it to look like people were standing in the shadows, waiting for the right time to strike. The shadows though themselves were actually waiting, waiting to take a child as their own and raise him to be hidden and invisible. A low howl from a lone wolf could be heard from the forest not so far off. The forest was at the end of Privet Drive. The forest is one to keep children safe, to protect and make them forget about the hardships of life. Animals watched as a pitch black owl swooped down. A basket in its clutches.

A hoot sounded from the owls beak as it placed the basket on a doorstep. The doorstep of number 4 on Privet Drive. Dumbledore apparated into the shadows but quickly escaped their clutches. He was, one of light, after all. Carefully he placed a note in the basket and knocked on the door. He disapparated quickly, leaving it there for it to be discovered. In the basket held a baby, no more than the age of one. It's eyes were closed and it appeared to be sleeping. Small, chubby hands clutched at the blanket wrapped around him and the boy pulled it closer to himself. Large, doe-like eyes snapped open. Piercing green eyes shot up to look at the door just as it was opened. Light flooded the doorstep, leaving the child to squint. There stood a whale of a man with beady little eyes. He looked around before those eyes fell on the child itself. An evil glint found itself into his eye and he roughly picked up the basket. Bringing the kid into his home. Dumbledore never knew that he had sent Harry Potter to hell that night.

~~~ A couple years later when Harry is eleven~~~

A small frail child went to the door as he heard the post come in through the slot. Wide green eyes glanced at the mail checking to see whom it belonged to. He found one addressed to him and looked around. Quietly he went to his cupboard and hide the letter before heading to the kitchen. He neatly stacked the letters into a pile on the table and set out to making breakfast.

"Boy! You better be making me breakfast!" The young child heard his uncle yell. He whimpered slightly but continued to cook and soon breakfast was made. The young child set it out on the table, making sure everything was perfect. He was in his cupboard before his relatives could get down stairs. Quietly the boy opened the letter he had thrown into the cupboard. It read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins September 1st. We await your owl letter no later than August 5th(In the actual letter it's July 31st but that would be the exact day he got the letter and I wanted to give him time to reply)

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy HeadMistress

Harry stared at the letter wide eyed. Magic was real? But- But what about all his Uncle told him? Was this just a prank? What's going on?

Harry later found out it wasn't a prank when a wizard came to help him gather his stuff for he was in a muggle residence and wouldn't know how to get to Diagon Alley, nor how to send a letter of acceptance. Harry was left with a bright smile at the thought of escaping the Dursley's clutches even if it was for a little bit. Maybe he will belong this time?

A bright green-eyed boy boarded the Hogwarts express, his heart upon his sleeve. Searching eyes scoured the compartments, looking for a place to sit. He smiled at everyone he passed, hoping that maybe they'd notice him. So far nobody had noticed he small, scrawny boy. The brightness dimmed slightly, but pushed through full force as he trudged ahead. He wasn't going to give up! They boy continued to look around and came across a boy who had slightly pointed features and a upturned nose. Bright blonde hair was styled primly upon the boy's head, and a sneer was prominent upon the boy's pale blush-pink lips. "Who are you?" The blonde boy sneered, The green-eyed boy's smile faltered slightly. "I-I'm Harry! Harry Potter" Harry said with slight uncertainty, "Well Potter, you don't belong here!" The boy spat. Green eyes lost their brightness immediately but soon they were masked into fake cheerfulness. "You may think that now-" Harry sneered right back, catching the boy off guard "-But you'll pay for thinking that of me!" Fake anger covered the pain in those emerald orbs and he left. Soon he found an empty compartment. Not realizing that Draco Malfoy would actually remember him years later.

Harry slowly entered the Great Hall with the rest of the first years, he stayed in the back of the crew as everyone seemed to already have their own friends. Sighing slightly Harry looked around, a dark night sky was set for a roof, stars twinkled brightly, making his eyes look much dimmer than before. Candles lit up around the Great Hall, they were floating in the air giving the room a majestic yet mysterious look. Darkness loomed in the corners in various shades of black. The depths of them were unknown and they made Harry curious. The shadows slowly coaxed the boy into them, slowly trying to swallow him whole.

"Potter, Harry?" Harry looked up and slowly made his way to the front of the group. He sat upon the stool not looking at anyone, his face in a mask to hide his feelings, to hide the dimness in his eyes, to make him seem happy, and to make him seem alright.

"SLYTHERIN!"