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Boom. The door slammed open as a pale man stepped into the room. He gazed around the apparent living quarters he had stepped into. He saw a trophy case, containing a Golden Snitch with the plaque under it reading 'Top Hogwarts Seeker'.
A new couch stood in the middle of the room in front of a hearth blazing with warmth, two padded and comfy looking armchairs next to it, all done in red and gold. There were 3 Doors leading off to different rooms, and as he looked around he became fully aware of the other presence nearing him.
He pulled out a long stick of wood, It was 13 ½ inches long, made of yew and had a glow about it. He heard yelling as the door opened with a powerful thud and a Man stood where it once was closed.
He had Raven hair, wire-rimmed glasses with a somewhat big shirt on and jeans. He pulled out his own stick, and it suddenly glowed with power as he shouted a word in latin. The Pale man simply swiped it aside with his own stick and sent an emerald green blast. The Man fell to the floor, never to wake.
As He walked up the steps, he felt a powerful presence suddenly appear nearby. He needed to hurry if he wished to avoid too much trouble. Once he had reached the top step, there were 2 doors, and he walked to the one slightly ajar.
There stood a woman with fiery red hair, in a red blouse and jeans, and Bright green eyes. She set a young child down, a Baby. The Pale man grew a small frown, looking at the boys black hair and deep, intense green eyes. Such Innocence, twas a pity he needed to destroy him, such power also held in those eyes.
He turned back to the woman, who was in front of the child, begging desperately for him to spare it. He sneered, such weakness in front of the greatest man to ever live. He pulled out his stick and told the woman to step aside lest she be killed as well. Ignoring his growl, she begged over and over.
It pleased him, but he did not have time. The powerful presence from earlier was coming ever closer, and he needed this over and done with. He threw a glowing light at the woman, and she joined the raven haired man in death.
As he looked at the child, the presence was nearly upon him. He summoned his servant, a fat, short man with buck teeth and scraggly hair. He demanded he go and distract the presence, and turned back to the boy. Those mesmerising green eyes. He raised his stick, and threw the green light. Just as it was about to hit the boy, something insane happened, even for his own destroyed sanity.
The baby raised a chubby little hand, as if to catch the light, and a golden shield was erected. The pale man's eyes widened, it was impossible, nobody was that powerful, much less a baby! And yet the curse hit the shield and was thrown back at him. His body incinerated, along with half the cottage.
A small, dark light came at the boy, but before it could a voice called out "Est Face!" and it was stopped in its tracks. A Man with long, dark hair held out his own stick and took the light, touching it to a nearby sock.
Once it was in the sock, he incinerated it, and a scream was heard. He turned to the boy, then the body by him, and cried. He sobbed his heart out, desperately clinging to the body as his heart crumbled to pieces.
He set the body down, and looked at the boy. The emerald green eyes seemed to call to him as tears ran down his face. He got up and walked over to the boy, tears streaming a river out of his dark eyes. He picked up the boy, and stepped out of the cottage, still crying.
As soon as he had stepped out, and old man appeared out of nowhere. He smiled sadly at the dark haired man, and felt his heart reaching out for his loss. But he knew what needed to be done with the boy, for the greater good. He walked up to the man, and gently took the young baby. Once it was gone from the Man's arms it cried out, desperately calling for a Mother who would never come.
The dark haired man stood up from his position on the ground, where he had fallen after the child was taken. He looked upon the baby, who could have only been one at the eldest, and looked at his forehead. There it stood, a scar like no other, a lightning bolt heralding a new Era, one where things would certainly be different, whether for good or bad had yet to be determined.
The old man too, gazed at the child. Staring at his newly blemished forehead, he realised the calamity of it all. He stared at his own stick, 15 inches and made of elder. He put it to the boys head and felt the baby's magic, for that has been what has happened tonight. My Gods! The power was unimaginable! The potential unlimited! He knew what needed to be done, and he put a block over it, preventing him from accessing much of his power.
To imagine, even with this much he would be able to face the old man, and possibly even win, and it would only grow. He could never reach his full potential. Suddenly, a Large man appeared, summoned by the old man's magic. He was given the baby as the old man disappeared, to consider the events of the night.
10 Years later...
Harry Potter was, to put it simply, weird. Strange happenings everywhere he went. He could not fathom what this was, yet it was his fault. He knew that, for that was what he was always told. And the Dursley's word was Law. It is what is true, and it is what is false.
He personally compared these events to magic, but that was impossible, for magic does not exist. Over and over again he repeated this to himself, his own personal motto since it made the dursleys happy, but no matter how many times he was hit, beaten, slapped, drowned and kicked, no matter whether he wanted to or not, he could never believe this.
Magic had to be real, for if it wasn't, then he was truly what the dursleys said, a useless nuisance. But if magic was real, then it is his dreams come true. His life could be bearable, for he would be special. He has magic. He repeated that to himself as often as he did the other one. Maybe that is what prevented him from fully succumbing to the dursleys 'Teachings'.
He contemplated all this as he went to do the dishes, carefully taking a sponge to each one, spreading on and washing off soap. After they were finished, he set a pan on to cook when he heard a very loud screech.
"Boy, you best have Duddy's breakfast cooked, or you're dead!". His aunt Petunia. At least, that is what she demanded he call her. He personally prefered Horse-Faced Eagle. But that was an insult to horses and eagles.
He flipped the bacon around, boiled the eggs and turned on the kettle. Once the bacon was finished, eggs boiled, tea whistling and toast toasted, he heard what sounded like a large whale flopping down the stairs. He heard the heavy and nasally breathing of his Uncle. Once he had stepped into the kitchen, stared at the bacon and toast with beady eyes filled with greed, changing to disdain as he stared at his nephew.
He tossed a fist at the Harry, and he was knocked to the ground, glasses askew as he rubbed his head. The fat walrus grabbed him and threw him onto his feet. "Get the food on the table boy, or even worse will come for you!".
He waddled into the dining room as Harry set the food on the table, a purple bruise forming on his cheek. Petunia and Vernon Dursley sat down as the large man opened a newspaper, and the woman set down the presents next to the table.
A loud stomping was heard as a baby pig came into the room, and sat down at the table. He counted his presents as he chomped into the food, shoving it down an endless black hole of food.
"Ahh, Dudley, good man! Make sure to fill yourself, the Zoo won't be offering too much in the way of food, lest you wish to eat the Lions!" Vernon chuckled at his own joke as he went back to his newspaper.
Dudley simply counted the presents, picking them off one finger at a time. "Thirty six!? I got Thirty seven last year! Are you trying to scam me, my own parents!?" Dudley cried out in anger. Vernon chuckled, the boy was already learning the trade. Petunia wrapped herself around her son, which looked more like a rug on a bear.
"Don't worry dear, we'll stop by on the way home and get you two more presents, how does that sound?"
"Alright mum, but does the Freak have to come along? I don't want any of his freaky things to mess up my birthday!" Dudley whined. Harry simply rolled his eyes at his cousin's crocodile tears, honestly, how any of them could fall for that was beyond him as he walked back to his cupboard. He tuned their voices out as the mail came out. He looked at a rough yellow parchment, and picked it up.
Mister H.J. Potter
The cupboard under the stairs
4. Privet Drive
Little whinging
Surrey
Now this was odd, he never got mail, except when he had an overdue book from the library, and it even specified what he was living in. He could hardly call it a room.
"Boy! The Mail!". He shoved the letter through the grate to his cupboard, and went back to the dining room, where his uncle was waiting with annoyance written all over his face.
"Mail, now boy! I haven't got all day!". Once he was given the mail, Harry was waved off, and he went back to his cupboard, locking it from the inside and opening his letter.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr/Ms. [Surname],
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
What!? This was impossible, after all, magic isn't real, isn't it? Although it would explain all the strange things that tend to occur around him. He looked at the second letter, and was only a small bit shocked.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK!
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
So, I guess it is time for him to go shopping.
He decided to go out to London and see if there was anything strange he might find that could help him. He got up and stuffed his letter in the oversized jeans pocket, and left the cupboard. He grabbed his stash of pounds from the creaky stair, which he had gotten from doing the other children's work. Contrary to his abysmal grades, he was actually quite intelligent.
A quirk of his was that he could remember everything up to his second birthday quite clearly, and although he had suspected an eidetic memory at first, It did not quite line up with it all, so he suspected magic had something to do with it. Since he could never be number one himself, as he always had to be behind Dudley lest he risk a beating, he decided to help the other students be number one, and revel in that glory.
He knew that the dursleys were planning on going to the Zoo, and suspected he would not be missed if he left beforehand. So he set out, leaving the house as silently as a mouse, and prepared his walk to the station. He had 100 pounds saved up, hoping to escape this hellhole, and it seemed his wish finally came true.
He walked up the the ticket man, and asked for, obviously, a ticket. "And who might you be, young man?" The ticket man asked.
"I am Harry potter sir, I need a ticket, you see, I am going over to my parents who are in western London, they left me behind with my babysitter but I need to see them immediately" He lied easily.
"Alright, I guess this one, but I should not see you again without your parents, you understand?" The ticket man warned.
"Yes sir, thank you, sir."
Once he had hopped on the train, he looked around, and immediately spotted an oddly dressed man in robes. He dismissed it, and continued to watch the scenery pass by. Once the train stopped, he slipped through the crowd, using his shorter stature and skinny body to his advantage.
After he had cleared through them all, he walked around western london. He had spotted an odd building when he had visited here once before, and aimed to try and see it again.
He wandered around, carefully avoiding others briefcases as he walked along the street. Suddenly he saw a buck-toothed and bushy haired girl and who seemed to be her mother as they looked in all directions, seemingly trying to find something.
He spotted a thick yellow envelope in the girls hand, and quickly put two and two together. He ran over, intent on striking up a conversation, to see if they could help him find it.
"Hello! I'm Harry, are you going to Hogwarts too?" Since it was a busy saturday, nobody paid him any attention.
"Why yes, actually, I'm looking for a place called Diagon Alley, do you know where it is?" The girls asked.
"Afraid not, i've only just got my letter a couple hours ago, and was wondering where to buy this stuff"
"Really, because I got the deputy headmistress herself come over to my house to explain things, she even showed me some magic!" the girls explained excitedly.
"I dunno, I only got my letter through the mail slot, nobody came tell me anything" He said, quite confused now.
"But I did remember seeing an odd building, it was like nobody else saw it, an I thought I might start there, but I can't seem to find it"
"Hello sweetie, I hope you don't mind, but what's your name, and where are you parents?" The girls mother asked him, finally butting into the conversation.
"My parents are dead, ma'am, I live with my uncle, aunt and cousin now" Harry replied solemnly.
"Oh I'm sorry dear, well why don't you come along with us, i'm sure we can find the alley together, and then maybe we can talk about your living arrangements, they clearly aren't satisfactory. Now, this is Hermione, and I am Emma Granger" Mrs. Granger told him, as she grabbed his hand, not missing the angry purple bruise on his cheek, realising that his situation may not be best. They walked along the street, looking out for an out of place store.
Finally, Hermione spotted an odd building, and pointed it out to the rest. "I'm not sure dear, there doesn't seem to be anything there" Mrs. Granger questioned skeptically.
"No no, Mrs Granger, I see it too, it's called the Leaky Cauldron, maybe only those with magic can see it!" Harry exclaimed happily.
"I Suppose" she responded, still unsure about the situation.
As soon as they stepped into the door, Mrs. Grangers eyes widened in surprise as the surroundings suddenly changed, and a light filled pub overcame the crowded streets. She turned back and stared out the windows, looking at all the passersby, not even glancing at the small pub. She turned back and introduced herself to the man, along with Hermione and Harry.
As soon as Potter had left his mouth, all eyes in the room flew to him, widening as they all gazed at his forehead, trying to see the scar, but Harry currently had it covered.
Quickly Tom, as the barman introduced himself, took them to the back as suddenly all the people were clambering over themselves to get to him, but they managed to get out into the back in time, and the man took out a stick.
'A wand, Harry' He corrected himself, and he watched as the bricks retracted themselves with an open mouth, amazed.
They stepped out, Harry still holding Mrs. Granger hand and gaping at all the different sights, all sorts of people walking by, with robes and hats you would see on a stereotypical drawing of a Witch. He saw all sorts of different names, but halted when he saw a giant marble and gold triangular building, and immediately was interested.
He dragged the Grangers along, and finally made it up a path after passing a bookstore, broomstore, apothecary, magical menagerie and all sorts of weird stuff.
There, inscribed on the front was Gringotts Bank, and as they headed past the marble columns, up snow white stairs and to a set of burnished bronze doors. Standing by them was a strange creature, it was pale and wrinkly, with a long, hooked nose and beady little eyes, in a set of red and gold robes.
They entered the doors, passing the creature warily, and into a small entrance hall, with black and white tiled floor. It had another set of doors, these ones silver, and inscribed on them was
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
It sent a shiver of fear down his back, his mind racing with the possibilities of what might lay in store for those who do steal. He opened the silver doors, and for the nth time, the Grangers and Harry had their jaws wide open in awe.
There were creatures everywhere, measuring gold, rubies, pounds, even a set of bronze balls were being searched by a creature. As they walked in, a gruff voice called them out.
"Well, Wizards? What do you want?" They turned their heads and saw one of the goblins with a monocle in his eye staring at them with a permanent frown seemingly fixated on his face.
They walked up the them, and Mrs. Granger opened her mouth. "Hello, I was wondering whether or not we could exchange some pounds for wizarding money?"
"Go over to Griphook over there" He pointed to one of the creatures who had black hair and was especially short in stature.
"And what do you need boy? He asked Harry, leaning down and staring at him through his monocle.
The Grangers had already left with Griphook, and he was alone. For some reason, he felt the need to bow in front of it, and once he had done so, for his instincts were never wrong, the creature smiled down at him.
"It seems you have some manners boy, good. I assume you know not of the wizarding world?"
"No sir, I just got my letter, i live with my relatives you see, and have no idea what is going on. I don't even know what being you are" Harry responded politely.
"I am a goblin, and judging by you manners and story, you are clearly a Potter, only good wizarding family out there left. Do you have your key?"
"Key, sir? I didn't think I even had an account, I was going to trade in my pounds for some money" The goblin frowned, obviously something was wrong, and Harry felt a little worried.
"First, would you drop a bit of blood in here, I need to verify your identity" The goblin pulled out a knife, and harry delicately pricked his finger,wincing a bit and dropping it into a wooden bowl the goblin brought up. Once he did so, the goblin took the bowl of blood and poured it onto a paper.
After confirming he was indeed Harry Potter, He got up and demanded Harry come with him. "Where are we going, sir?"
"To see your account manager, something wrong is going on" Harry was a little worried at these words, and started to bite his fingernails, a habit he had gained over the years. He immediately spat them out, knowing it would lead him nowhere but trouble.
They walked down an intricate hallway, passing ornate doors until they happened upon the final ones, with two Griffins roaring at each other, one at the top right, the other at the top left. Swords clashed on the top left, and finally a Lion roared in the bottom right. Over it all was the word Potter, and below the crest were the words: Audaces fortuna iuvat. Fortune Favors the Bold.
The door creaked open, and there sat an old Goblin, with graying hair around his head, wrinkles everywhere and the longest nose Harry had ever seen. As he walked inside, the other goblin left, closing the door with an audible slam.
Harry sat in the chair, and the old goblin looked up. He squinted his eyes through his spectacles with a frown on his face. After a few minutes of scrutiny, which made Harry feel incredibly awkward, the goblin finally spoke in the deepest and gruffiest voice he had ever know in his short life, "Hello, Harry Potter. I, am Kragrakk, your account manager. You are late for your appointment."
Alright, All done! I've been wanting to do something like this for a while, the other one kinda flopped, but I feel confident! The pairing is supposed to be Harry/Daphne, but it won't seem to let me select it. Tell me what you think, I hope I did well, and just telling ya now, I quite like it when he tends to be pretty rich and quite a few titles, so expect that. Also, the reason it was big blocky texts at first was google docs doesn't translate well. Anyways, thanks for reading, review plz!