AN:

So, yeah. I did as I predicted when I started this account, start a story and never finish it. I will finish it, one day but that might not be soon. Actually, definitely not soon. However, I felt like a new year, a new story, a new chapter. I started writing this before the other one but have even less of it. Oh well. the prologue is painfully short but the rest of the chapters wont be. I just liked where this finished.

Lightning

Prologue

The cupboard under the stairs was lit by the small flickering light of an old uncovered bulb. A young boy with jet-black hair sat there with his knees drawn close to his chest. On his wrist was a small watch he had taken from his cousins room when he had been cleaning it, the watch had been declared broken by Dudley but in reality it just needed some new batteries. Harry was sitting there watching the minutes tick by on the watch. In five minutes he will be seven.

Four minutes.

Three minutes.

Two minutes

One minute.

The small, digital watch beeped. Marking midnight, the next day, Harry's seventh birthday. He reached under his bed for the pack of smarties he had bought earlier with a pound he had found on the street. In a rare moment of indulgence he ate the whole pack. He put the empty box on the shelf above his head with his glasses and turned off the light. He snuggled down under the thin, ragged blanket and rolled over onto his side.

As he lay there he couldn't help but wonder how he would be spending his birthday if his parents hadn't died, maybe he would have gotten loads of presents like Dudley. As he closed his eyes and let himself drift off into the world of sleep, he wished that things would change.

Outside the house a shadow chuckled as it heard the boy's wish. He turned to the others in his group. They each wore cloaks that concealed their identities, but you could just about make out that four of the seven beings were female.

"He's the one" stated a woman in a silver cloak, "He's been marked by us all"

"I never thought I would see the day that it would happen" chuckled a man dressed in black. This seemed to unnerve some of the others.

"He will change the world. For better or worse." predicted a woman dressed in a cloak of gold.

"They will never know what hit them" cackled a man dressed in a dark grey.

"The gamer is in play" sang a woman in a blue cloak.

You have slept in 'Cupboard under the stairs' you HP and MP have been restored by 50%.

[Dismiss]

Harry looked blankly at the floating box. That was not what he was expecting to wake up to. He pinched himself to try and wake up, this of course didn't do anything as he was already wide awake. A minute passed without the box disappearing before he moved again. Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, our protagonist opened his eyes warely, trying to understand what was happening. Almost without meaning to, his hand reached out to touch the weird cupboard invading box.

The pale blue box rippled under his touch but other than that it was like he was touching air. Pulling his hand back he blinked again and took a deep breath.

"I've finally lost it" he muttered in disbelief, "This is… i don't know what this is but its not normal. Definitely not normal".

With more confidence this time, he moved his hand and pressed 'dismiss'. The box pinged into nothingness and the cupboard was back to being as normal as it always is.

Sighing, our young hero decided to get ready for the day and put all mysterious boxes at the back of his mind. After all, weird floating boxes were freaky and freakishness was not allowed at No. 4 Privet Drive.

Sliding out of the small cupboard Harry wondered if this was the freakishness his aunt and uncle were so afraid of. He didn't have anymore time to ponder this as he opened the door to the kitchen and was faced with the second shock of the day.

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He stared at the words above their heads in shock.

'What the hell! Why aren't they freaking out over having words above their heads. Do I have words above my head!"

In the back of his mind he registered hearing a ping and a box appearing at the corner of his vision but he was to busy running up the stairs and into the bathroom to consciously acknowledge that.

He stood in front of the mirror and stared at the words floating above his head.

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