Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of J.K. Rowling. I am just using them and weaving them into my own plot.
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At the age of one Harry Potter's parents James and Lily Potter, were murdered by the Dark Lord Voldemort. The Dark Lord's killing curse, aimed at one-year-old Harry, rebounded and destroyed the Dark Lord and his power. All young Harry was left with was a lightning bolt-shaped scar just above his right eye. He was the Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry was taken to his Aunt and Uncle's house, number four on Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey. Petunia and Vernon Dursley had a large baby boy named Dudley. They reluctantly took him in. Harry slept in a cupboard under the stairs for the next six years. He did the chores, cooked breakfast, mowed the lawn and was occasionally beaten by his uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley, both of which were bloated like whales.
At the age of six, Harry, being sensible for one so young, ran away, away from the beatings and the chores and the horribleness of the Dursley's. For a whole year Harry had lived in the streets luckily avoiding trouble. Unfortunately, Harry ended up lost one night and was cornered in an alley by a group of thugs. As they closed in to supposedly beat him among other things as or more nasty, Harry's untamed, wild and unknown magic blasted out a pulse that knocked back the thugs and teleported Harry to another place.
That place was a house. A moderately sized manor in the country. Harry lay scratched, slightly bruised and exhausted on the front lawn until he passed out from exhaustion. He awoke the next morning in a bed completely refreshed and healed. He later learnt of the Parker family who had helped him. They had a son his age and were a Wizarding family who had just moved from England to America. They lived in the country twelve miles southeast of Chicago. Harry wasn't exactly surprised at discovering wizards and that he himself was one. Odd things had always occurred around him.
Over the next two years Harry continued to live with the Parkers and became fast friends with their son, James. James had brownish hair and was tall for his age of ten years, 5' 4". He had bright blue-green eyes. Together they had both gotten their first wands, Harry's being 14 inches, holly wood, whippy, with a strange core of phoenix feather, unicorn hair and dragon heartstring soaked in a mix of manticore and chimera blood. James's wand was 13 inches, black ash, springy with a core of dragon heartstring soaked in vampire blood. They both had a love for flying and learning new spells and such. They were great friends and near brothers, as Harry was practically family to them.
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