Harry Potter Contritum (V2)

Prologue.


AN:

Before you say anything, I know what your are going to say,

"What the hell man! This is identical to the first version!" With an indictment frown plastered on your face.

If look carefully, you'll find that find I have made a small few changes, this is deliberate choice made by big difference and variation will be in the next chapter.

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Mr and Mrs. Dursley. Of Number four Privet drive, were proud to say that they are perfectly normal thank you very much. They are the last people you'd expect to involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they simply didn't hold with such nonsense.

Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a very big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blond and had twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very handy as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursley's have a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear is that someone would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister , but they haven't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good- for- nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived on the street. The Dursley's knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they never seen him. This boy was another reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.

When Mr and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, grey tuesday morning our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work while Mrs. Dursley gossiped away away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair. None of them noticed a large Tawny owl flutter past the window. At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase , pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and was throwing cereal at the walls. 'Little tyke.' Chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got in the car and backed out of number four's drive.

It was at the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar- a cat reading a map. For a second , Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen- then he jerked his head back around to look again. There a tabby cat standing at the corner of privet drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must of been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley rounded the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive - no, looking at the sign ; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove into town he thought of nothing but a large order of drills that he was hoping to get in that day.

Leaving Mr. Dursley to his affairs, we traverse elsewhere, north up to the small border village of Godric's Hollow where a small family are frantically shuffling about.

'Quick Lilly he is coming! We don't have time to lose!' A black haired bespectacled man spoke silently, however urgently as he blocked the door and windows

'I've just finished love! With any luck our son will find it when the time comes!' A red haired woman replied with the same urgency.

The man nodded before whipping out his wand. 'Quickly hide yourself and Harry, I'll hold Voldemort as long as I can!'

The women ran up a set of stairs, where in a nursery, she placed a hand on her baby's stomach where faint silver glow emanated. 'Harry James Potter, always remember, we love you.'

BOOOM! The women jumped and looked behind her where she saw an emerald green flash coming from downstairs.

She maintained her hand upon her son's stomach for a second longer, after she rushed to the doorway, where she faltered. And before she could draw her wand she gave a mighty screech. 'NOOO!' The same green filled her vision, and horrible lefter filled now almost vacant nursery. A tall nose less man stood at the door way.

His slatted eyes gazing up the one-year-old boy staring frightened upon the dead body of his mother.

The wicked man grinned evilly, certain of his victory.

'AVADA KEDAVRA!'

The resulting explosion from the killing curse as it connected with Harry left the house in ruins.

A large gaping hole where part of the roof and wall should be. And living the rest of the nursery completely destroyed, with the living room having its windows blown out and shattered across the lawn, along with the brickwork from upstairs.

In his Crib, Baby Harry had cried himself to sleep. The evil man gone.

It wasn't until nightfall that a large motorcycle interrupted the sorrow filled seen.

A large man, with a beard that grew wild, dismounted and looked upon the once beautiful cottage that had belonged to Lily and James Potter.

He let several tears escape, not believing what he was seeing.

Entering the door was already destroyed and in halves in the living room, the lifeless body of James underneath it. Continuing on wards, the large man walked up the stairs, sprawled dead in the nursery he found lilly.

And still sleeping in his crib was Harry James Potter… The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Back at Number four Privet Drive… an elderly man meet with the same tabby cat that Mr. Dursley had been confronted with earlier that morning.… the dark concealing them from unwanted attention.

'Fancy seeing you here, professor McGonagall.' The man said his attention turning to face the tabby cat. Though now replaced by a rather severe looking women. She wore square glasses that held the same shape as the marks on the cat, and around her an emerald green cloak. Her black hair drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

'How did you know it was me?' She asked.

'My dear professor , I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly.'

'You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on brick wall all day,' said professor McGonagall

'All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here.'

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. 'Oh yes, everyone's celebrating all right,' she said impatiently. 'You'd think they'd be a bit more careful , but no - even the muggle have noticed something is going on. It's on their news.' She jerked her head towards the Dursleys' dark living-room. 'I heard it. Flocks of owls, shooting stars, well, they're not completely stupid. They are bound somthing. Shooting stars down in Kent- I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.' Professor McGonagall said with annoyance.

Unnoticed by either, an old a large Barn owl sat up in a tree listening intently to their discussion, never shifting its position as the cold breeze ruffled it's feathers.

The owl looked away from the two, as the groaning of a engine penetrated her ears. Out of the sky descended.

While any Muggle would of assumed a plane was about to crash on top of them, they would be completely surprised to see a jet black motorcycle landing peacefully upon Privet Drive.

The owl continued to listen in, picking up on nothing that seemed relevant to her mission there.

Finale after close to half an hour after the Motorcycle arrived. The three people left, leaving the owl to fly down as it landed upon the pavement. Though she was no longer an owl, but an elderly women, at least twice the age of Albus Dumbledore.

Her face remained hidden underneath her hood, she moved a shaky hand upon the Babe who for the time being slept peacefully In a basket.

A small warm golden light radiated from the women's hand.

'Good luck Harry, and always remember what I have told you.' The women took a deep breath, turning away from the sleeping boy, she turned and instantly flew off as an owl, before shimmering slowly into sand to be blown away by the wind.

Throughout the rest of the Magical community in the United Kingdom men and women silent resided there glasses to one toast.

'To Harry Potter! The- Boy- Who- Lived!'