Harry Bonnefoy-Kirkland and the Philosopher's Stone
Prologue
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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
It was because of this, that they immediately treated anything considered 'not normal' like a freak of nature. This category included their nephew, Harry James Potter.
It was no surprise to them when they found out that he had run away, after all, they had treated him like dirt and nothing more. No one had any idea where the boy had run off to, after all, he was only six and had absolutely no friends or any other family he could have gone to. They didn't even know if the boy was still alive, much less if he had food, shelter, or comfort.
While the wizarding world was left in a panic, all its citizens wondering as to where their savior had gone, Harry Potter grew up comfortable and happy.
Author's note:
And so our story begins.