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•.¸¸A FanFiction By
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•.¸¸Nessa Marie Leralonde
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•.¸¸.-»Broken Remembrance«-
Prologue:
A shortish boy with too-long black hair and black-rimmed glasses walked through a crowded train station, happy for the first time since the summer holidays, which had taken him away from the place he considered his home, had started.
Now, Harry Potter was your average sixteen-year-old boy, aside from the facts that he wore baggy clothes (hand-me-downs of his very large cousin, courtesy of his aunt, Petunia), and had an owl for a pet. Not to mention... He was a Wizard.
Yes, Harry was a Wizard. And a good one at that. He had managed to escape Lord Voldemort, the most feared wizard of the century, five times in his life, with only minor injuries to himself.
But not without a price. His parents (a clever witch and handsome wizard), his fellow schoolmate Cedric Diggory (a good-looking seventh year at Hogwarts), along his father's best friend (and Harry's godfather), Sirius Black, had all died at the hand of the Dark Lord.
But Harry tried not to think about that. Rather, he thought about Hogwarts, the wizarding school he went to. It, with its endless corridors and secret passages, was the place Harry was always happy to be. Apart from the short time last year when he would have rather been with the Dursleys, and that was saying something.
The Dursleys (Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and their son Dudley), aside from the fact that they were very cruel to Harry, were also the only family he had left. Aunt Petunia, who was his late mother's sister, never spoke of her relations except in deep dark tones. So as to be sure that she was ashamed of them.
The reason for this was that the Dursleys didn't approve of anything made-up, or imaginary. This included magic. They liked things to be just… So. Their whole lives were planned out on a recyclable sheet of paper and tucked away in a pretty box so as not to be meddled with or disturbed. Probably the most rash thing they had ever done was adopting Harry.
And, oh, how many times had Uncle Vernon told Harry how much he regretted it! He told Harry again and again how they had taken him in "out of the goodness of our hearts", and how Harry should be grateful.
Grateful? Grateful for having the first eleven years of his life be absolutely miserable! Yeah, he was grateful. Grateful to get away! If that letter of acceptance from Hogwarts hadn't come… If Hagrid hadn't come… That was another thing Harry didn't like to think about. The letter had come, and Hagrid had come. So why go barmy thinking about what might have been?