DISCLAIMER: I do not, have not and never will, own the rights to, or profit from Harry Potter...which is probably why it went downhill.
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Some stories begin on corpse strewn battlefields, beneath a blood soaked sky, with mortal enemies facing each other one last time. Other stories begin in an enchanted kingdom, surrounded by emerald forests, home to a noble prince who will learn of his destiny. Others begin on a small street in the south of England, with a newly orphaned hero places upon the doorstep of his relatives, who would not know of his greatness for many years.
This story however, does not begin in any of these places. This story begins, on as street in the centre of Paris, on a pleasant summer day, as a young, starving and lonely boy, aged 7, sees a chance for survival. And like any human being would, he takes it, unknowingly taking the first steps to discovering a secret world of both wonder and horror, a world that, young Harry James Potter, aged 7, knew absolutely nothing about. Which, in his retrospective view, was quite amusing, considering the hidden world of magic knew more of his past than he did. But now, the story must soon begin, and poor Harry must enter the world that took everything from him, leaving him with only twisted dreams of Dark Lords, death and green flashes. He must enter the world that will take even more from him, yet will reimburse him in the kindest way possible.
Therefore, our story begins as Harry Potter watches a well dressed, beautiful and happy family enjoying a walk through their capital city. And yet, both Harry, and the Delacour family, (for that was the name of this perfect family) were blissfully unaware that in a few short moments, their lives would be twisted together in tale of love, pain and war.
As a result of this, this story begins here, not quite at the beginning, but with the fateful meeting of two pairs of eyes. One pair, a deep and piercing emerald, weathered with the destruction of a child's innocence. The other pair, a brilliant and pure sapphire, promising joy to all those who would gaze upon them. Considering the romantic implications of this meeting of eyes, it is therefore surprising that Harry Potter's next action would be to move towards the aforementioned family in the hopes of stealing money upon which to live. How quaint.
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15th of August, Paris, 1987
The joyous sun caught in his glasses, blinding him and forcing him to squint hard to focus upon his target. It wasn't that he was a bad person, quite the opposite, which was the reason he had chosen this particular family. While he would still feel the same guilty, he knew that the money he stole should not be greatly missed by the obviously wealthy family. So, his conscience temporarily appeased, he moved forward, into the crowd, towards the important looking man surrounded by his silver haired family.
As he slipped between the masses, towards the man, he quashed the ever-present self loathing, reminding himself it was for his own survival...and surely, a family as well dressed as his approaching targets could afford to miss a handful of change. He again moved closer, checking his direction in the crowd, locking onto the beacons of perfect silver hair that parted the sea of Parisians and tourists. The boy could almost feel the success the would surely be his in a few short moments, completely unprepared for the fact that he was not the only one targeting the family just a few metres ahead.
As he readied himself, inches from victory, he saw it, the hand reaching out to grasp the eldest daughter. He heard her shriek as it coiled around her wrist, and despite his earlier plan, obeyed the voice in his head screaming at him to help, diving at the offender. As his hands gained purchase upon the man's suit jacket, he felt a tug behind his navel, and as the three disappeared in a swirl of blue, Harry Potter was assaulted by a sense of impending doom.
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I hope you enjoyed it, as you can see, the story shall most likely be clichéd. I shall attempt to update as soon as I can, but beyond the first few chapters, I have little plan for how the plot shall unfold.