All was quite at number four Private Drive. The residents Petunia Dursley and Vernon Dursley along with their son Dudley Dursley were asleep. The moon hung in the sky fall and shining over number four, there was nothing to suggest something was wrong. However one resident was not asleep, not that you would know that the young nephew of the Dursleys was even there. The Dursleys never spoke of him, only there perfect son Dudley, although if you asked any of school children or Dudley's teachers you'd know he was far from perfect. The nephew was not called perfect or praised or mentioned in any way, not through parties or had the boy's friends round. No photos of him adorned the walls or sat on top of the fireplace.
For all intents and purposes the boy did not exist and that's the way the Dursleys preferred it.
However the boy did exist for he was currently residing in his room on the first floor of number four. This young boy with his messy, untameable, raven black hair and bright emerald eyes; was no ordinary young boy. He was Harry James Potter, only child of Lily Jasmine Potter-nee Evans and James Michael Potter; and abused nephew of Lily's sister Petunia Ivy Dursley-nee Evans.
Harry had been staying up late reading, an activity that would make his friend Hermione proud and his other friend Ron feint from shock. He had been doing a lot of reading as of late, since for some reason it was taking him longer to get to sleep since the end of his second year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes Harry was indeed a wizard and some would claim a fairly special one at that.
Tonight though was different from his usual nights, at least since the end of his second year, for Harry had just read a rather interesting book on ruins, A Beginners Guide to Ancient Runes and uses for them, by someone Harry didn't see the point in knowing the name of; when for some unknown reason his body began to be hit with spasms of pain. Luckily if anything good had come from his time at the Dursleys it was that he had a high tolerance of pain and didn't scream out in pain like most; which was good as it probably would cause him to gain a beating from his uncle.
But as time passed it quickly became obvious to Harry that the pain was getting worse, it felt like someone was stretching and pulling him in all the wrong places. He felt his hair tingle, his chest swell slightly, and himself growing shorter. The pain continued for a good ten minutes and in that time Harry didn't know whether he had screamed or was screaming; the pain was causing him to be unable to really focus on anything.
Then all of a sudden the pain stopped, and Harry realised he was on the floor and that he felt very tired, but he still managed to make his way over to the mirror. Where to his surprise he saw a cute girl his age staring back at him with the same emerald eyes. It was also the last thing he saw before passing out from exhaustion.
Harry's last thought before darkness claimed him was the realisation the girl in the mirror was him…
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