HELLO MY DEAR READERS. IF YOU ARE READING THIS, THEN YOU HAVE RELIZED THAT I HAVE POSTPONED HARRY POTTER ALONE AND POWERFUL. I HATE WHEN OTHER AUTHORS DO THIS, AND I HATE TO DO THIS TO YOU. BUT THE STORY LINE WILL BE DIFFERENT, AND I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT. IT GOES ALONG THE SAME LINE OF HARRY POTTER ALONE AND POWERFUL. THIS STORY STARTS WHEN HARRY IS EIGHT YEARS OLD. ALSO IF YOU HAVE SEEN THE MOVIE UNDERWORLD, THIS IS A CROSSOVER WITH IT. DONT LIKE I DONT READ IT.

AUTHOR: hphotshot5

RATING: PG- 13

DISCLAIMER: Now do you really think if I owned any ok the most wonderful Harry Potter: by J.K Rowling, that I would be writing on fanfiction. This is hers. The characters I use are hers with the exceptions of those that you do not relize which are from another movie. But for the sake of not ruining the surprise I cannot tell you who. If any authors out there, think that my story is a rip off of anothers then tell me so I can look over it and see it for myself. Any other similaraties are merely there, because we have the same ideas. Some o/c are going to be in the story and I have not yet decided on whether to make it slash or not. If you have any ideas on this story please tell me so that I may decided whether to add you idea or not.

Harry Potter and the Change of Life

'thinking'

"talking"

parseltongue

As the sun rose in England, a little boy in a small city, in a suburb neighborhood, in one of many houses that looked the same, woke up in his bedroom. But in fact it was not his bedroom, in fact the small space that he slept in was a broom cupboard, under the stairs.

This little boys name was Harry Potter. But in this home, he was often reffered to as freak, or boy, or other such names. He lived with his Aunt Petunia, whose neck riveled that of a giraffe, and a voice that could make a banchee deaf. Not that there was such a thing.

His Uncle Vernon, whose face could turn twenty five shades of brillaint purple, while his fifteen chins wobbled through the air. And finally his brillaintly stupid cousin Dudley. Who could give anybody quite a scare with his less than well-mannered eatung habits. Now that is a disgusting sight to behold.

Today was November the 22nd. Nothing that important on that date, but school, homework, and running. Lots of running, from Dudley and his gang. For they were most likely going to go 'Harry Hunting'. He was, of course, the only one up at this hour.

He ran his hand through his hair and put on some of his hand-me-downs, and went into the kitchen. Whilst in there he turned on the oven, and got out some eggs, bacon, and cheese. Once breakfast was made, he snuck out of the house and ran to school, hoping that Dudley (the pig that he was), haden't already left.

As he arrived at school he went staight for the library, and starting reading. Again. Harry was a very smart boy. At the age of eight years old he was the smartest in his class and the most talented. To prevent Harry from giving their little Diddy-dums, his freakishness, he got to skip to fifth grade, and was about to skip to seventh.

But without friends what did that achievement didn't really matter. He only had one friend. Mr. Michael Corvin. His wife Selene had a daughter but they lived in America. Chicago, America. But they would be coming to Surrey soon.

"Hello, Mr. Potter," said the librarien, "here again are we. Every morning you are here before all the other children, and every day are here till we close. How many times in your life have you been outside?"

Harry looked up at here with his eight year old eyes, and replied to the aging women.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. McDonald. But I come in here to get away from the less the honorable children. As you know my cousin Dudley still goes here, and not until I get moved up another grade will I be able to have any kind of fun. But reading is what I most enjoy."

As many people noticed that Harry was not your average eight year old. He had read all of the books in the library, and was currently re-reading to see if he had missed any information.

"Well then, Mr. Potter, I hope that you find what you are looking for."

What Harry did not know is that this was going to bethe last day that he would see Mrs. McDonald.

'That boy,' she thought, 'well, maybe if I talked to his gaurdiens, then they could help him out.'

With that she gave Mrs. Dursley a call, and had the matter settled.

Today was a day that Harry loved. He had done all of his homework without the Dudley ripping it up, or erasing all of his work, and putting in nasty saying. But as he left school he did not see or hear his favorite teaching waving and calling his name.

'Oh well, I'll visit him at his house when I go home, and give him his forgotten homework'.

As Harry walked into the door of number four Privet Drive, he saw three people that were not happy to see him. They had a gleam in their eye. A gleam that he did not like.

THANK YOU EVERYBODY THAT IS MY FIRST CHAPTER. I WILL BE UPDATING TOMORROW. I NEED A NAME FOR SELENES DAUGHTER, IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS PLEASE TELL ME. I ALSO NEED A BETA READER. IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS THAT WILL MAKE MY STORY BETTER PLEASE TELL ME. ALSO IN THE PAST I HAVE GOTTEN REVIEWS THAT WERE ANYTHING BUT POLITE, SO I DO NOT ACCEPT ANNONYMOUSE REVIEWS.