Introductory note
So, this is just an idea that has been nagging at me. After reading for so long on this site, I just felt the urge to write. As stated in the summary, most main events will be canon, however, the friendships and bonds and drama will be twisted a bit. Will update more later. This is my first real attempt at writing a story, so bear with me :D
Disclaimer: Right, first thing's first. This is purely for entertainment purposes, and as such, all characters and the world of Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling. I am not profiting in any way by this story. I do not own Harry potter, and therefore, all rights belong to her.
Prologue
A manicured lawn, sprinklers that go off every sunday, a colorful garden of flowers. These were all signs of a normal family living in a normal home. If you took one look at number 4 Privet drive, you wouldn't be able to see anything different from the houses that lined up on either side of it. If you saw who lived in it, you would have no doubt that it was a perfectly fine family.
The father, a rather large man with virtually no neck and a very big mustache, was the director of Grunnings, a firm that made drills. The wife, thin and blonde, had a very long neck and had a knack for spying on the other neighbors. Indeed, these two people seemed to contradict each other on appearances. The two parents had a son named Dudley. Short, fat, and spoiled, he was everything you didn't want in a son. However, in the eyes of the two parents, he was one of the finest boys around, and they couldn't shower him with enough praises.
Finally, there was that boy. He was hardly ever seen outside the house, and when he was, the neighbors didn't look at him twice. The boy, of course, was none other than Harry Potter. At first glance, he didn't seem like much. A bit on the small side for an 11 year old, he was thin, wore crooked glasses, and had brown hair that never seemed to be able to be straightened. However, if you looked at his eyes, his green eyes, which were just like his mother's, who had died protecting him, you would see that it told of pain. Ten long years of pain and resentment.
Indeed, this boy was the reason that the members of the house were anything but normal.
Ten years ago, the dark lord murdered James and Lily Potter. Ten years ago, the dark lord was struck by his own rebounding killing curse when he cast it on the boy. The curse shattered part of the house, and even today, it is untouched as a monument to what the Potters faced that fateful night. But at that time, when the killing curse struck him, the dark lord had then all but vanished, forced to live life as little more than a spirit, and he would remain this way for quite some time until much later. As for the boy, well, he didn't seem at all affected except for a scar on his head, where the curse hit. A lightning-shaped scar that would, in time, signify much more.
Shortly after Harry Potter 'vanquished' the dark lord, parties sprung up everywhere. The entire wizarding world was celebrating that, finally, after a long time, the dark lord's reign of terror had ended. People all over the country were getting back to themselves after being imperioused, families across the country were weeping tears of joy at the news. They thought that he was finally gone for for good. Vanquished, defeated, vaporized. Their troubles were gone. How wrong they were.