Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters of the Harry potter series. I do own Shihosa Leviathan and any other characters outside the HP universe that may invade this story.
Summary: What if Harry Potter was saved from the Dursley's at a young age? What if the family he was inducted into was more magical than any wizarding family? What if Harry Potter was no longer Harry Potter? Read on to see these questions answered and the new fate for the boy who would now truly live.
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Chapter 1
Even before he opened his eyes to the darkness that was his space under the stairs, that morning, Harry knew something was going to be different. Turning so his face so he was slightly over the edge of his cot, Harry made sure to brush his hand over his face displacing any dust or dead spiders that may have fallen on him through the night.
He gave a shudder at a memory of when he forgot to do his now daily waking ritual and dust had gotten into his eyes causing them to water uncontrollably. When his uncle had seen him that morning with what looked like tears streaming down his face he was promptly cuffed about the shoulders while his Uncle Vernon berated him about how he should be grateful he even had the cupboard under the stairs, how they kept him out of the generosity of their hearts, and why he shouldn't be blubbering like a baby with everything that they had given him.
Harry hadn't even been given a chance to say that the tears tracking down his face were not of sorrow but just caused by dust in his eyes. After what seemed like forever, though it was only about five minutes, Uncle Vernon finally had stopped ranting and hitting him. Harry was abruptly shoved at the kitchen door; which he barely managed to miss slamming into by quickly raising his hand, and then brusquely told to make breakfast and if he didn't want another round of the same he had better hop to it.
Harry's fist clenched his threadbare blanket in memory of the bruising that had dotted his shoulders and back later that morning. Of course none of them were placed where they could accidently be seen, Uncle Vernon always made sure of that.
Shaking his head quickly Harry pulled his clothes to him and shook them out making sure nothing had crawled into them during the night before putting them all on. As he was tying the shoelaces on his last shoe he heard Aunt Petunia unlocking his door and rapping on it with a muttering of him to get his lazy self up and cook breakfast.
Hurriedly the small boy scrambled out of his cave like room and blinked owlishly in the morning light. After a few seconds Harry's eyes adjusted to the light and he walked to the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast. He placed the rickety old step stool that he had found in the back shed up against the oven so he could reach the stove top. At seven years old Harry was still extremely small due to his lack of good nutrition. After he had made all the eggs, he began placing the toast on another plate while the bacon rashers crackled and popped in the pan beside him. He could feel his mouth watering at the smell of the bacon but knew that all he would be getting from the massive amounts of food around him would be a few pieces of toast… if he was lucky.
Thundering footsteps coming down the stairs heralded the coming of his massive Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley. Shoving two pieces of toast at him Petunia sneered as she flicked her hand to the corner where Harry was supposed to eat his toast and await any orders the family might have. Scrunching back into the shadows to where he hoped they would momentarily forget about him, Harry began munching on the dry bread wishing for at least a glass of water to wash down the unbuttered bread.
The door beside him slammed open and Aunt Petunia gave a beaming smile to the two humanoid whales that came clomping in. Giving her husband a kiss on the cheek and a pat to her son's head, the horsey woman began placing the freshly cooked food on the table acting as if she had just spent the morning cooking it. As the chairs groaned under the tremendous weight of the two men, Harry began to relax slightly thinking that maybe this morning he would escape the heavy hand of his uncle. Harry watched his uncle and cousin with a kind of morbid fascination wondering how they could shovel so much food in their mouths without an actual shovel or at least choke on it all. Soon the feeding frenzy ended and with no more food before them the two behemoths left the kitchen grunting in a way that Harry figured was morning communication between the two.
As soon as the kitchen door swung shut Aunt Petunia speared him with a glance and Harry shuffled forward to clean the kitchen. With a sniff his Aunt Petunia turned and took her cup of tea out to the patio to see about the morning gossip with her neighbors. Without the eyes of his family watching him Harry quickly ate the pieces of bacon and eggs that had been left on the plates before washing them. He was lucky this day since normally his aunt watched him to be sure he washed the plates to her standards and didn't get a chance at any scraps that had been left.
Just as Harry finished the dishes Vernon was bellowing for him to get his lazy arse to the front door. Sprinting to the kitchen door Harry picked up the crumpled brown bag that was to be his lunch for that day and knew by the weight of it he once again was only given two pieces of leftover toast. Grabbing the only thing that was mostly new that he owned Harry threw the strap of the messenger bag over his head and shuffled to where his uncle and cousin were standing. Seeing his uncle's red face from under his eyelashes Harry tensed slightly knowing what was coming.
Harry felt his uncle's fist crash against his shoulder blade as he roared "Boy! Do you purposely drag your feet just to make my son late!? Just because he's better than you in school doesn't mean you can try these stunts to make him look bad!"
Throwing open the front door Vernon kept Harry's shoulder in a tight grip as he steered him to the car and Harry knew that he would have bruises the size of grapes later where those enormous fingers lay.
The rest of the ride to school was tense as Vernon continued huffing and grumbling until they pulled up to the curb. At this point Harry quickly and quietly slipped out of the car while Uncle Vernon was beaming at Dudley and wishing him a good day. Sprinting from the side of the car Harry scuttled to the side of the school where he knew Dudley wouldn't bother looking for him.
As Harry sat in the shadows watching the other kids play in the sun the feeling that something was going to change began creeping over him and whispering hope into his ears. Harry violently shook his head trying to get that silly feeling of hope out of his head. He was a worthless freak that nobody wanted.
He had once tried to deny that and his uncle had ruthlessly said "if you really are wanted why has no one taken you away yet, hmm?"
Harry's mouth had stayed open for a few moments and then as he realized that no one had come for him in years; and most likely never would, he closed his mouth and hung his head in shame as his uncle towered in all his gloating glory above his distraught nephew.
The morning bell buzzed loudly startling Harry from his depressing thoughts and goaded him into heading to class. Once he reached the room he went to the front seat towards the left where the windows were. He shoved his lunch and bag into his desk before Dudley and his gang came in knowing if he had anything out they would knock it from his desk and laugh as he would fetch the items back.
Soon all the students had come in and sat in their seats, with Dudley and his gang claiming the seats if the far back corner. Minutes passed and soon the class began to get restless as the teacher had not appeared. Five more minutes passed and just as the class was beginning to get rowdy the door was opened and the principal stepped sharply into the room with her heels clicking on the linoleum floor.
Stepping in front of the desk Mrs. Abbeyworth quieted the class with a single glare. No one wanted to get on her bad side, not even Dudley and his gang.
"Class, I'm here to announce that Mrs. Hollings has taken a leave of absence for a period of time."
At this mutterings broke out and was quickly quelled by Mrs. Abbeyworth clearing her throat "I am also here to introduce you to your substitute teacher." Motioning towards the door the principal smiled and said "come in dear, they won't bite."
The class sat frozen at the mention of Mrs. Abbeyworth actually smiling let alone her calling someone "dear".
As if the soft footfalls Harry heard was heralding it, the feeling of hopeful change began clamoring through his mind and ringing in his ears. Clenching his hands and keeping his eyes solely focused on his desk he missed the wide-eyed reactions of his classmates as the new teacher stepped into the room. Whispering practically exploded around the class and no amount of throat clearing from Mrs. Abbeyworth could get them to settle down.
"Well! I apologize for their behavior my dear but I really must be going. If you have any questions do let me know."
Harry heard the principal's heels clicking as she left the room and waited for the new teacher to begin their lecture. For a minute or so all he heard was the fervent whispers through out the class but then under the whispering he heard those same soft footsteps and what sounded like tiny bells ringing.
Harry was jerked from his concentration when the curtains beside him were suddenly flung open and he looked up to see what had happened.
His jaw dropping, Harry stared at what he believed was an angel standing in front of him.
Her hair was far past her waist and the color was white with what seemed to be silver and… Harry blinked not quite sure what he was seeing… was that a light blue highlights he saw for a second? Silver rimmed green eyes gently watched him while he was studying her. As she continued to push the curtain back his eyes caught on her hand and he saw he nails were of normal length but they were metallic silver, the same color as the belled bracelet she wore. Really looking at her his eyes widened as he realized she was not wearing a suit like most teachers were but a sort of fluttery, colorful, light top and skirt.
As she turned to attach the curtain to the wall the sound of bells caught his ear and Harry looked down to see anklets, which matched the bracelet she wore, on each foot. Tilting his head he was slightly confused by her shoes that looked like a cross between a ballet slipper and an actual shoe. Her entire outfit ranged from a twilight blue shade to a very light baby blue.
The woman stopped in front of him and smiled softly saying "ah, there you are. It's good to see you eye to eye now."
Harry gave a nervous gulp and replied "it's good to see you too Ma'am."
The teacher gave a brighter smile and then walked back to the front of the room, her tinkling bells chiming. Shoving a few things backwards on the desk she then surprised the class by hopping up and sitting on the desk.
She swung her gaze through the class looking at each individual before looking at all of them in general and saying "Well now, I am your substitute teacher Shihosa Leviathan and I'm here to hopefully change your life."
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Well there you have it. The first chapter of what may or may not be a long series (though I do hope to create an enjoyable long one). Please let me know what you think and good criticism is welcome along with any reviews. If I get too many useless flames and not constructive ones I will disable anonymous reviewing. Thank you for reading and may you find many other works out there to enjoy.