Mortuus Magica

"talking"

'thinking'

"spell"

"creature or spirit speaking"

AN: well I finally thought I had an idea worth sharing so here's the first chapter of Mortuus Magica. This being my first story I am sadly lacking a beta reader so if anyone would like to volunteer please PM me and we'll see what we can work out

A deep blue cloudless sky fills with the light of the morning sun gazing down upon the peaceful Town of little whining. Our tale starts on Privet drive in one of the many identical homes so like the others no one would ever imagine that something was off about this home, but then people always ignore something that would disrupt their perfect little worlds.

"Boy, damn it boy get you sorry freak arse out here an earn your keep you worthless freeloader!" A large man yells slamming his thick meaty hands on the door to an old cupboard. As he steps away the door slowly open revealing the slumped form of a fearful child doing everything within his power to appear small and unseen. He limps forward and looks up to his uncle barely contained terror shining behind his vibrant expressive green eyes. His black hair matted with dust and dirt hangs limply in front of his face hiding the jaggedly cut almost lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

"Y-y-yes u-u-uncle what do you need me to d-d-do first" he stammers out his voice harsh and dry as if the boy were beginning to suffer from dehydration. He winces and draws back as his uncle begins to move preparing for the incoming blow. The large man swings down hard onto the top of the child's head striking so the bruise will remain within the hair line and knocking the boy to the floor.

"What do you think I want you to do first you worthless idiot? Dudley will be awake in a few hours and you need to start on his special breakfast. Its his birthday after all and he deserves to be celebrated not like some freak like you." the large man turned his back and began to walk away as the child stood to his full height a glare of defiance forming in his eyes.

'Fat old bastard.' he thought 'I hope you 'precious little Dudley' chokes on his cake this year that'll be something to see.' The boy begins to quietly chuckle to himself as he begins to move to the kitchen careful not to gain the notice of his relatives in the living room. Looking in he observes them, the man first his uncle Vernon Dursley a large fat man with more muscle than brain and a mean streak as long as the famous German Autobahn. He didn't have much room left for a neck between his fat round head and meaty body wearing a cheap suit, 'Trying to look impressive to the neighbors again no doubt.' the boy thought. Next was the woman his aunt Petunia, a tall bony horse faced woman with a neck that would make a giraffe green with envy. Her expression a look of undeserved pride as she sat in the tacky sundress and apron 'Always playing the good wife eh you ugly bitch.' the child angrily thought as he turned into the kitchen.

He walked up to the stove his stool waiting for him to stand upon. Stepping up to the stove he begins to preheat the oven. Stepping back he drags his stool over and opens the refrigerator pulling out the ingredients for his fat cousins special breakfast. As he begins chopping up the vegetables nice and fine so his cousin doesn't notice them he looks at the knife, visions of running the blade across his aunts throat as the fat pigs are forced to watch staring dumbly as the blood drains from her body play through his mind, 'It would be so easy.' he thought, but like always the thoughts would remain just a fantasy

A few hours later he places the last of the food on the table as his cousin descends the stairs yawning groggily. Spotting his cousin he walks up punching him hard in the stomach causing the smaller boy to double over in pain walking into the room Petunia kicks the downed child in the side hissing out.

"Stand up you lazy good for nothing brat. Really laying down already, you've been lazing about in that room of yours for 3 days now and your already tired pathetic." I'm sure by now your wondering just who is this poor, broken, beaten, scarred boy. This child is none other than young Harry James Potter, unknown to even him he's the hero the world has been waiting for for centuries. Slowly standing Harry gripped his aching side feeling a rib that had been cracked by his aunts pointed toed shoes. After the rest of the family had sat around the table Dudley began gazing lovingly at the small feast that had been laid before them.

"Oh thank you so much mummy this looks absolutely delicious." He said in a sickeningly sweet voice filled with faked innocence.

"Of course dear. Anything for my little Duddykins." The horse faced hag drawled out pinching Dudley's cheek feeling proud as if she was the one who cooked the meal. 'I wouldn't be shocked to find out that bitch could burn water.' Harry thought venomously enraged that the ugly woman had taken credit for his hard work again. He reached for one of the juicy bacon sandwiches sitting in front of him hungrily when suddenly his uncle drove a fork through the center of his hand the dull prongs piercing through skin and muscle passing clean between the bones through to the other side. Pulling his hand back with the fork still lodged in it the boy bit back a scream of agony he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing his pain.

"What the hell do you think your doing you little pig!" Vernon roared "What put it into your greedy little head that this was yours to take, you'll get yours when the proper people have finished eating and not a moment sooner now shoo Duddies friends will be here soon and I don't want you scaring them off with you freakishness." The walking meat sack demanded. Pulling the fork from his hand as he turned around the scarred boy hurried to the bathroom to quickly sanitize and wrap the new wound. "Worthless arseholes" he grumbles out barely audible over the running water as he washes away most of the blood from his unwanted new piercing. Washing the wound In rubbing alcohol and disinfectant and wrapping it in gauze he turns off the water and rushes out of the house.

Its not often they let him leave the house. As much as the Dursley's hated seeing him they were more afraid of his freakishness being found out by the neighborhood, so when he did get out he would rush as fast as he could to the local library. In spite of his guardians all but forbidding him from being smarter than his cousin he still enjoyed reading, his favorite subjects being history science and especially the occult. He would spend hours on end with his nose pushed deep into a stack of books.

Arriving at his destination a few moments later he quickly entered taking in the smell of books and artificially cooled air and turned to the non-fiction books. Entering the religious and culture section he sees a library assistant putting away books on ancient magic back onto the shelves. He is a tall thin man with light yellow blond hair. His gray green eyes light up with a playful light as he turned to Harry eyes gleaming out from a green and white striped bucket hat. The man grins largely seeing Harry.

"Oh I know you, you're that boy whose always reading about magic and such right." He exclaims a strange kind of laughter in his voice. Harry finds himself nodding without meaning to making the man's grin grow larger. "Well I have a special surprise for you we just got this book in and I think you'll find it quite interesting." The library assistant says lifting a black leather bound book from the cart and handing it to the boy before walking off. As Harry watches the man leave he suddenly notices his strange wooden sandals. Looking to the book in his hands he notices it is a thick book bound in a deep black leather on the front is a white mask that looks almost like some unusual skull behind it are a pair of curved crossed swords, 'katana' he recalled having read a bit about them a few months back, above the image written in a deep crimson red are the words Mortuus Magica. Opening the book a small note falls out, and floats slowly almost lazily to the floor. Picking it up Harry sees the note reads 'Use it well.' Turning quickly he finds the strange man is gone.

AN: And so concludes the first chapter of Mortus Magica. So what did you think Good, Bad, The Greatest first chapter you've ever read maybe Hahaha. But seriously any feed back is good feedback please feel free to tell me what you think and if you can tell me both what the title of the book means and the name of the man who gave it to him ill put in a OC of yours as one of the new main characters of the story so like all the others say

PLEASE R&R