AN: Thanks for reading my first fanifc! This was based on the one-shot fic "He had always known" by Tsurai no Shi.
Warning: Dumbledore will not be evil or manipulative in this fanfiction and Harry will not be light or dark. He will be neutral. This story is set in an Alternative Universe, so please do not review saying these events did not happen!
Summery: What if Harry knew what will happen in the near future. What if he knew that he was the saviour of the Wizard World and that Voldemort still lived? What if fate gave him a chance to chance it all and he took it?
'hello' = means the person is thinking
"hello" = means the person is talking
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Chapter one
In the streets of Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, lies an extraordinary boy named Harry Potter. To his neighbours, he was seen as a frighteningly beautiful child, with his wild, ebony hair, haunting emerald eyes and pale skin. He was very polite for his age, a gesture they all appreciated; however, he was a very strange boy, always staring off to the distance and then shaking his head with a sad smile.
To his relatives, he was seen as a parasite, always taking advantage of their kindness and hospitality, or so he was lead to believe. His uncle was always beating him for the smallest reasons, leaving broken bones in their place, while his aunt would watch reluctantly, always bandaging his wounds but never stopping the attacks. His cousin would always help or learn from his uncle leading him to believe that hurting Harry was alright and welcomed.
Although, Harry grew up neglected and abused, he never once felt angry or hatred for his family. Despite the fact that he was only six years old, constantly he was brought to deaths door, he was never scared of the thought of death.
You see, Harry was not afraid to die. Often, he wondered what death was like. If it was like his teacher has said.
He had learned about heaven, hell and reincarnation at school and he was always contemplated if death would feel like the warm embrace of unconsciousness, or a cold, blistering feeling of the cold…
But these were just speculations as ever since Harry was young he decided that when he dies he wanted to come back as a raven.
Ravens were beautiful black birds that were misunderstood to be a symbol of bad luck, however, in reality there were a symbol for change and transformation.
Harry always wanted to change himself, to be someone he was not…
However, he knew that fate had something installed for him before his wish could come true.
You see Harry Potter has always known what he was destined for.
He didn't know what to call it, but he had visions of the future that would appear any time, whether he was asleep or doing his chores, even during his beating he would receive a bloody vision about battles and deaths.
He soon realised that these visions were no dream, no, they were his potential future.
He would usually see an intelligent girl and a redhead boy smiling and joking with what he guessed an older version of himself or talking in the office with an old Merlin-look-alike wearing a purple robe. But sometimes he would see him self battling a snakelike man, avoiding many curses like Avada Kedavra, the killing curse, and Crucio, the torturing curse.
Every time a vision comes, he would gain knowledge. And every time he gained knowledge he was shown what fate and destiny had installed for him. And every time that happened, his heart would crack, bit by bit as his eyes would grow weary and his smile more mysterious to those who have yet to live through a war.
Like he has…
On his seventh birthday, he was given two presents, one from his relatives and one last vision from fate.
His relatives put him through a torture session that lasted throughout the night. His uncle would beat him until his body was black and blue. Use whips to break through the skins on his back forty times just like Jesus, the saviour of the human world from evil… 'Ironic considering I'm the saviour of the Wizard World… Are all heroes fated to live a life full of pain and suffering…' Harry mused bitterly as he traced a recently deep carving on his skin that spelled FREAK. It was a present from his last birthday but they said that they wanted to make sure that it lasted on his skin so everyone will forever know what he truly is…a freak.
They would constantly sprinkle his wounds with alcohol, and even though they both knew that alcohol would help disinfect the wounds, they could never deny its affect on Harry.
Each time the pain became too much and result in him would falling unconscious… and in return they would pour alcohol all over his skin just to wake him up for another round where screams would be voiced and blood would be poured as each and ever scar would be retraced leaving them filled with blood.
They only stopped when Harry had no more strength to even open his eyes.
But it would be then he received one last vision and was given a choice. A choice to either walk the intended path or to walk an unknown path unsure of what destiny has install of him.
The decision was easy for him as he started to grin, thinking 'why live through the same life twice when you can live a different one?' With this thought, he laughed despite feeling the pain of his broken bones and the blood filling his lungs. He laughed until he fell unconscious from the pain, with his last thought being, 'But first, I need to leave this place…'
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