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Chapter 1 Punishment and discovery

It was about 7 am and already the walls of 4 Privet Drive were shaking with the thundering footsteps of Vernon Dursley. He had woken in a very bad mood and seeing that the parasite that was his nephew had not yet started preparing his breakfast did not help his mood one bit. Once he realised his nephew was not even awake yet he rushed to the cupboard under the stairs and banged on the door yelling

"YOU LITTLE BUGGER, GET UP! DO YOU THINK THAT BREAKFAST MAKES ITSELF?"

The seven year old boy awoke with a start at his uncles words, interrupting the pleasant dream he was having. His was mind still a bit foggy as he quickly put on pants and a sweater that was three times too big for him.

"THEN! HURRY UP! UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE BEATEN FOR NOT GOING FAST ENOUGH!"

"Yes Uncle Vernon, I'll be right out! Harry replied "

The door opened and the small child hurried to get to the fridge where he got out enough of slices of bacon and eggs to feed a small army, then he took a pan laid it on the stove and began to make preparations under the threatening glare of his uncle. A few minutes later, Petunia Dursley who did not seem to be in a better mood than her husband came to the kitchen growling.

"Vernon please try to keep you voice down or you'll wake our Darling Dudley."

"Yes sorry Petunia dear, but this little monster does not seem to understand his position in this house. "

Petunia glared at Harry and he knew that if breakfast was not ready soon and Dudley woke up he would be punished since everything in this house that went wrong was eventually his fault.

The heavy look of reproach, Mrs. Dursley approached her nephew and gave him a sharp slap in the face. Startled by this Harry's arm hit the scalding hot pan his eyes filled with tears, but he refrained from crying not wanting to increase the anger of his family.

"You're really are a good for nothing", his aunt said quietly trying not to wake her precious Duders. "Have you no gratitude that we welcome you into our home feed and clothe you with our money?"

"We should have the left him in an orphanage like I wanted" continued her husband.

Trying not to listen to the arguments of both Dursley's on what they should have done with him, Harry finished his chores and served the food as best he could, the pan was very heavy for its small arms. While his aunt was preparing tea, he was finally allowed to leave the room to take rare and much needed shower.

Taking advantage of this respite, he finally sobbed while the warm water flowed over his too thin body. He then thought of the dream he had last night: He at an amusement park and was accompanied by a man with black hair who looked like harry, and a woman with flaming red hair. Harry could not see her face but he felt that he loved her very much. It was when the man took him to a big wheel that his uncle had woken him, removing a sense of comfort and protection he had felt while dreaming. The child wondered if the man was his father as he had never seen photos of his parents, and he had no recollection of them. All he really knew of them was that they were unemployed; alcoholic that had died in a car accident after a night of hitting the bottle. The same accident that earned him the lightning shaped scar.

As he thought this over, Dudley a rather obese boy was out of bed and had a persistent need to use the toilet. Without bothering to knock, he entered the bathroom and saw his cousin in the process of washing. Harry didn't seem to have noticed Dudleys entrance, as he was too busy day dreaming, so Dudley Dursley took the opportunity to play a trick on him. Harry turned toward his cousin with a look of pure hatred. He wished that his cousin could feel the same pain that he had to go through every day of his life and understands once and for all what it meant to hurt.

His wish was granted suddenly granted, too taken his emotions, harry did not see that the hot water tap began to turn itself, and that the shower head turned sharply towards Dudley. The obese child uttered a cry of suffering in the boiling temperature of water that washed over him, Harry too surprised by the show, did not think cut off the water and only when Petunia and Vernon Dursley, were alerted by the screams of their son and appeared in the bathroom did the punishment end ... as if by magic. They watched in horror as a body of their son turned read and started to bubble from the boiling water that he was burned with; petunia rushed to her Duders side in tears and begged her husband to call a doctor quickly. Once both the parents and son were out of the bathroom, did Harry realise what happened he put on his clothes as quickly as possible, without even bothering to dry himself. He rushed to the railing of the stairs and saw his uncle yell into the phone to quickly bring an ambulance to #4 privet drive. When he hung up the phone, his face turned to Harry and a look of pure anger came over his face. He climbed the stairs as fast as its weight allowed him, and then he cornered his nephew who had tried to flee.

"WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO MY SON!" He exploded

"Nothing, Uncle Vernon, I promise!" Said the boy , trembling with fear. "The shower head moved by its self!"

"YOU LITTLE LIEING! FREAK! I OUGHT TO HAVE KILLED YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!"

He accompanied his speech with a blow to Harry's face that was so strong that the poor little fellow's lip began to bleed. The blows rained down, continuous and the Yelling became louder. Then Vernon had the idea to undo his belt to finally strangle the boy to death, but fortunately he heard a sudden shrill siren so he had no time to put his plan into action.

He hurried to put the bleeding child into the attic and shut the door while muttering to him self

"You will get your full punishment later, little Freak! I promise you that!"

He walked away and hurried to join his wife who had just opened the door to the ambulance. When Harry finally raised his head from the dust, he began to cry, but dared not move as he was in pain he knew nothing was broken which was surprising buy the strength of his uncle's blows but he was grateful none the less that all he had were bruises and a busted lip. Two hours passed and only when Harry finally stopped crying did he decided to get up with a grimace of pain. He scanned the room quickly, refusing to think about what would happen when his uncle returned.

His eyes fell ill while on an old red trunk, he approached slowly and read the label yellowed by time sticking to it

Lily Evans

Gryffindor

It said

Lily that was the name of his mother, Aunt Petunia had told him. Excited, forgetting for a moment his injuries, he hurried to open the trunk. There he found some funny black clothes that looked like dresses and strange books with titles like.

Potions

The metamorphosis sorcerer confirmed

Black magic: how to protect yourself and others

Animagus: how to become?

Magic, Sorcerers? What does all this mean? The magic did not exist, his uncle had often repeated that . But thinking about it ... sometimes strange things he could not explain happened and the bathroom incident was just the most recent of many. Was it magic? His conscience told him that yes it was, but it was so hard to believe. Finally, he gave up the books to be interested in what resembled a small leather purse, he undid the cord and found inside a silver chain from which hung a medallion with a green hourglass drawn on it. He spent the medallion around his neck and played with a bit; turning it he read a tiny inscription he began to read them aloud addo mihi tergum in vicis.

A whirlwind of light formed around the child and it disappeared in an instant, leaving behind no trace of the child except a small trail of blood.