AN:
Hey all, this is my first ever story so please be gentle yet firm :P
Just some changes from the original story line..
Hogwarts starts at age 16 and you stay on for 4 years.
Be warned, there is going to be a LOT of swearing, violence, blood and gore in this story… cheers J
The world of Harry Potter and the original storyline are not mine; they belong to J.K. Rowling.
My earliest memory was of a 'green light and a scream'. For five years I had no clue as to what this meant but I replayed it in my dreams every night. This was, of course, before I met HIM.
Perhaps I should start from the beginning. My name is Harrison James Potter, heir to the lines of Potter, Gryffindor and le Fay and student of the anti-mage. But until 11 years ago, until the fateful night I met HIM, I was called 'Freak'.
Until 11 years ago, I had believed that my parents had died in a car crash. Until 11 years ago, I slept in a cupboard. Until 11 years ago, I was treated like a slave with no name other than 'Freak'. Who do you ask would treat a boy, not even five years old, like this? Why none other than my own flesh and blood. None other than my deceased mother's sister and her husband.
Even at such a tender young age I wasn't normal. I learnt later on that this was due to an intense amount of magic going through my body on the night of the 'green light and the scream'.
What this meant for me was that I healed extremely quickly, was extremely smart for my age and had denser muscles and bones. This of course meant that I knew that what was happening to me at home was by no means a normal situation. And due to myself living with people who absolutely abhorred the abnormal, well, let me just say that I learned the value of secrecy from a very young age.
I wore baggy clothes to hide my physical developments, not that hard seeing as the only clothes I had were my whale of a cousins hand me downs. I also learnt to blend in the background to avoid drawing attention to myself and therefore avoiding any confrontations where my healing or intelligence might be noticed.
This was my life until 11 years ago. Then, on the night of my 5th birthday, HE came and it all changed.
You know all those stories where a child is enslaved by abusive relatives and someone comes to free them? There are usually a set amount of ways it happens.
In some stories the boy is noticed by others and the authorities are called, who, upon noticing the boy's living conditions are outraged and take the boy away to live with more loving people while throwing the abusers in jail.
In some stories a lost relative is found who comes and whisks the boy off to a great adventure filled with wonder and happiness to make up for the years he spent oppressed. In all such stories the boy is saved.
I was saved too. But this is NOT like those stories.
HE came in the dead of night, slit the throats of my relatives and took me away. All without waking a single soul.
And so the story of the 'Freak' ended and in a new bed, in a new house, I woke up to start the story of Harrison James Potter, heir to the lines of Potter, Gryffindor and le Fay and student of the anti-mage.