AN: Hi there, this is my first attempt at writing fanfics, the story will be slow paced and will be long. Constructive criticisms are welcome well any reviews and feedback as long as they aren't along the lines of 'You should stop writing and hang yourself' are welcome. As I am not a citizen of The United Kingdom (though my initials are UK) any inconsistencies in places, time, weather conditions, accents and distances must be excused.

Disclaimer: No recognizable characters are mine and I stand to make no profit from them. So, onto the story

Harry Potter and the Song of Thunder

The voice that beautifies the land!
The voice above,
The voice of Thunder
Within the dark cloud
Again and again it sounds,
The voice that beautifies the land.
-Anonymous

Chapter 1. Everything happens on Halloween

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal. Thank you very much. A happy Family of four. This family consisted of Vernon Dursley, the man of the house, Petunia Dursley nee Evans, homemaker their son Dudley Dursley, age 5 and their nephew Harry James Potter aged 5. Both the kids were loved and cherished by both the Dursley's though this wasn't the case a year ago. For, until about a year ago Harry Potter was treated like a freak. He was never abused physically per se but he was never loved. All his actions were looked down with a scorn, He had to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, wear Dudley's old clothes which were five sizes too big for him and was fed scraps off the table. This was until the fateful night of October 31 1984 that is where our story truly starts.

October 31 1984

The day started out as any other with our hero being forced awake by an annoyed aunt Petunia. The 4 year old Harry Potter got up with a start, he had a bad dream the previous night about a man with a stick, maniacal laughter, a woman screaming and sickly green light. The dream made him feel like he was punched in the stomach. The day even progressed as usual with Dudley and his gang practicing a newly invented game called 'Harry Hunting' which as the name suggests involves hunting Harry and beating him up, luckily Harry was a quick lad and was rarely caught and beaten. In the evening however it started to rain. It was odd since the day was sunny and now it was raining like Privet drive had never seen before. The kids weren't allowed to go trick or treating due to the thunderstorm and it wasn't just Surrey that was drenched but the whole country. Weather reporters were going crazy due to this unexpected rainfall. Back to our story though it was about seven in the evening and the Dursley family were in the living room watching the tele and young Harry was doing the dishes. Suddenly Uncle Vernon barked out "Boy! After you are done with the dishes I want you to go to the backyard and close the back gate." "But Uncle Vernon it's raining badly", said Harry. "Well then you should an umbrella with you, shouldn't you boy? The gate is rattling and it's going to keep us awake all night."

This was pretty stupid according to Harry as the thunder was making more noise than the gate anyway but he thought it wiser not to argue with his Uncle or he might get the beating of his life. So Harry took an umbrella and walked towards the backdoor and opened it with an uneasy feeling at the bottom of his stomach and walked out to close the gate. Outside, the torrential downpour showed Harry no mercy, lightning flashed, thunder cackled in the sky and the yellow stone walk to the gate was lit only by the small light of the back porch which was practically of no use to him. Little did young Harry know that walking down the yellow path would change his life forever. For better or for worse.

The lightning was getting nearer and it illuminated the sky in a fascinating way. The wind did not help any as the umbrella Harry was carrying was blown away. Now thoroughly soaked Harry closed the gate and looked up when a mighty thunder bolt struck the boy right on his scar, he promptly fainted. A huge power surge caused the entire 5 block radius to lose power. The rain seemed to suddenly reduce down to a drizzle. Petunia seeing the lightning rushed to the backyard saw Harry collapsed on the ground and yelled hysterically, "Vernon! Vernon! Call an ambulance Harry has been struck by lightning!" Vernon too rushed to the backyard and saw Harry's state and immediately carried Harry across the yard to his car saying, "No Pet it'll be too late if we wait for an ambulance. I'll drive Harry there. You stay with Dudley," and drove Harry the hospital.

In the middle of London deep inside the bowels of a place that couldn't be seen by most people, inside the most guarded room in the Ministry of Magic a man wearing a black hood smiled. It was the smile one would get after seeing the fruits of hard work. He could sense the thunderstorm going on around him. His mission was complete. History had come full circle. For him.

It took Vernon about two minutes to reach the hospital as there was no traffic and the Hospital was nearby. The doctors took to work and worked for hours as Harry's heart rate refused to stabilize. After about two hours which even now when asked Vernon would say were the worst in his life, the doctors came out and told Vernon, "We have done our best Mr. Dursley we managed to stabilize him but he has gone into a coma. He could be in one for a day or a year or for a lifetime it's not possible to say." Vernon called home and told Petunia the news and told her that he would be staying with Harry that night. Vernon s beside Harry's bed that night and thought of all the times he degraded and badmouthed the boy these past three years and now looking at the boy unconscious in front of him made him wonder how he could not have loved the boy. That moment Vernon decided magic or not Harry was his nephew and he would not discriminate between him and his Dudley any more. Vernon slept fitfully that day. Next morning after multiple assurances from the doctors that Harry would be perfectly fine in their care Vernon drove home. Then he saw Petunia her eyes were red and there was tear stains on her cheeks indicating she was crying all night and he broke down, "It's all my fault what was I thinking sending the boy out during a thunderstorm like that. It's probably the stupidest thing I've done in my life and poor Harry is paying the price for it. Never again Pet! I will not discriminate between Harry and our Dudley ever again." He called his work and took a few days off stating there was an emergency in the family.

Petunia was beside herself with grief while she would admit that she and her sister – Lily hadn't got along well in recent years especially when their parents were killed by a couple of wizards, she hated everything that was magical with all her heart since but that didn't mean she hated or despised Lily all her life. Admittedly there was a tension between them ever since Lily started at Hogwarts and Petunia would admit it was because of her jealousy Lily and she had made up over that a long time ago. They had stopped corresponding when their parents died and she hadn't heard from Lily since except when she had sent a letter announcing Harry's birth. She hadn't been able to sleep the previous night so after putting Dudley on his bed Petunia went to the attic and searched the messy place. It took her a while but she was able to find it, a rich earthen brown leather trunk with the name Lily Evans barely visible due to the three inches of dust on the trunk. She opened the trunk and looked inside there was her uniform all her books a cauldron several now dry inkwells and many quills. She took out the books and found the one book she was hoping to find her Journal. Lily had bought a magical one the first time she went shopping for her school this one never run out of pages and couldn't be opened by anyone else according to what Lily had told her. She spent the remainder of the night reading through the journal. Throughout the journal Petunia kept asking herself if Lily would ever forgive her for treating Harry so badly. She couldn't believe that she had shoved her own nephew inside a cupboard… A CUPBOARD and now Harry was in a hospital and she didn't know whether he would survive and even if he did she didn't know whether he would come out of this without permanent damage. Petunia was never overly religious but she prayed with all her heart to whoever would listen up there to make sure Harry would get out of this safely at least so that she could make up for her mistakes. When Vernon announced the next day of his resolution she was so proud of her husband.

The next few months were taxing on the Dursley's they went to the hospital daily. Petunia would be there in the mornings and Vernon stayed the nights. For nine months they watched as the boy they now thought of as a surrogate son slept not moving a muscle. They had been contacted by one Albus Dumbledore, on the next day of the incident Petunia of course recognized the name both from the multiple mentions in Lily's journal and from the letter they received along with Harry. Surprisingly it was Vernon who asked Dumbledore whether there were any magical means of curing Harry. Dumbledore said, "No, Mr. Dursley as of now no such means exist to pull a patient out of a coma, and we also do not want the ruckus young Harry's reentry to the magical world will no wonder cause." Seeing a questioning glance from Petunia he continued, "You know how Harry survived the curse meant to kill anyone in its path instantly. What you do not know is this made Harry very famous. He is now the most popular boy the Magical Britain. Should he come to our world in this state the political mayhem it would cause is not pleasant to think of. Can you imagine what all the supporters of Voldemort still at large trying would do to gain control over the boy and hand him over as a sacrificial lamb or worse a trained pawn once their master returns. Or maybe some of the more unsavory researchers experimenting on him to see how he survived the curse? No, Mr. Dursley I believe he would be safer in the muggle…er the mundane world for now. When he wakes up we can get a magical healer to see him discreetly."

It was July 31 1985 it had been exactly nine months since harry had that awful accident and the Dursley's had had a pivotal change in their life. It was Petunia that was beside Harry when at 7 15 Harry woke up. Petunia immediately called the doctors who rushed in and checked on Harry. In hindsight this was not such a good idea as Harry's mental state was still fragile and in a burst of accidental magic knocked the poor doctor out cold. Albus Dumbledore was immediately notified when Harry woke up not because someone sent him a letter but because of the numerous devices in his office alerting him. The doctor was finally woken up and after a few checkups they realized, Harry Potter had no memory of anything.

AN: Yes, I know the Dursley's seem out of character but hear me out, the reasons the Dursleys are acting this way are 1. They are not inherently bad it's the situations that made them treat Harry the way they did not that they were right. 2. If you see a person in mortal danger and if it is even indirectly your fault your survivor's instinct kicks in and you start blaming yourself, unless you are a sadist which we have established that the Dursleys are not. There is also a third reason some of you may have caught on to it but it will be explained further in the story.

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