Young Harry sat in his cupboard floor so still one would be forgiven for thinking his soul had been taken by a dementor. Within his mind images of a man in robes with a wand flickered. The subject of his vision had vivid green eyes and a mop of messy black hair. The man was standing before another. One with white skin and red eyes; a true monster. The monster raises his wand and yells "Avada Kedavra" and with that the young black haired man eyes are instantly robbed of life.
Instantly Harry's eyes snap open he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down everything he could remember of his vision.
"How unusual" murmured Harry in his dark cupboard unheard by his relatives. "How very unusual, to have a vision at lest ten years out. None of it is reliable of course I could change too much"
Once Harry finished decoding the vision he allowed himself to fall asleep knowing his most important visions come through dreams.
Harry saw himself. He was about four years older then he was now and saw himself with a giant of a man walking through a shopping district. Left to right there were new aspects of the magical world for him to analyse. Harry follows his slightly older self as he and the giant walk through the swarm of people on the streets. After a minute it became apparent they were walking towards a large white building which looked as if it shouldn't even be standing.
Harry then decided it was time to split from his future self and explore. Harry waits around long enough to hear he has a vault and this is a bank. Disinterested Harry sets out to find out how to get here in reality.
"Beatrice I'm a little overwhelmed by all this. First they tell me my kid is a wizard then not even help us get his supplies. If that Tom fellow hadn't helped we would still be searching cluelessly"
""I do believe they did tell us all this. That the gateway to Diagon Alley is in the back of the Leaky Cauldron. See I know it I think you might not have listened"
"Filthy mud bloods finally useful for something" muttered Harry. Then at once Harry woke up to a banging on his door.
"Wake up boy time to earn your keep" Uncle Vernon shouted.
"I'll be out" Harry replies.
"Don't get short with me boy or you get the belt" Vernon said turning purple in anger "get out now or else"
Harry opens his cupboard door and a flood of light greets him. He sets off to the kitchen to make breakfast. The kitchen is spacious enough for his purposes. White wallpaper with red roses printed on. Harry starts to prepare oatmeal with berries making far too much on purpose knowing his relatives will then not be able to tell when he takes two bowls for himself out.
With Harry finally finished he sets the table and examines the setting. Not in the mode for a whipping he checks everything then goes to the living room to inform his relatives the food is ready.
"About time boy, serve us here" his fat uncle commanded him.
He takes the food back to his relatives on trays. With the final tray, the one for his cousin, Harry tripes on his uncles foot. Falling at the feet of his relatives who are lazing about on the couch. The food spills on to the floor instantly Harry's face becomes flush.
"I'm I'm sorry I'll get that" Harry tried to reconcile.
Petunia bolts up dashes into the kitchen to get a frying pan glad to have an excuse to hit her sisters spawn.
"Please Aunt Petunia I promise I'll pick it all up and won't do it again. Please" Harry pleaded. When the last word was said Petunia brought up the pan over her head. Harry's eyes flashed in horror. The first hit was to the head then to the torso. Harry couldn't take it anymore he hated these filthy muggles who acted as his superior.
With uncontrollable rage Harry stood up and thought of his hatred for his relatives then yelled "avada kedavra". His relatives drop to the floor like he saw himself do in his vision. Harry felt a rush of magic go through him an exhilarating adrenaline. Harry knew he just committed murder but only felt relieved. In fact even better then before he wanted to kill again.
