AN: this is an edit of the prologue and many things would have been changed although the plot will remain the same I would like to thank my first reviewer Seikunaras for the advice.

Disclaimer: in no way or form do I own harry potter it solely belongs to jk rowling.

Prologue

Pain nothing but mind numbing pain, it was the only constant in his life, his sole companion during his entire life. Lying bloodied on the floor, he gave a wry grin at his fate 'look at me defeater of one of the dark lord he who must not be named, revered hero of the wizarding world at the mercy of muggles none other than his own relatives if only the others could see him now? Malfoy would have laughed at him, Hermione and ron would no doubt worry about him, right?' he thought to himself. He could still remember how he came to be in this state:

Dumbledore with his ever present twinkle smiling at him and informing that he has to go back to the Dursleys at the end of the school year had shook him to the core, eleven years of pain and suffering immediately brought back to his mind from its hidden depths, he tried he really tried to please them but nothing got them to even appreciate him a bit , harry opened his mouth to inform the headmaster about his predicament, he told him about the beatings he told them about what they did when he got good marks on his exam, he told him where he slept but dumbledore had ignored his protests and firmly told him that he has to return, the headmaster had told him perhaps they might have changed while he was away at school, perhaps they might love him if he goes back to them, with a mournful look at the headmaster harry nodded his head meekly and left the headmasters office. During the leaving feast harry was quiet already shrinking into his shell but he thought ' surely the headmaster wont lie to me' with that he shook off his worries and enjoyed with his friends.

On the train ride back he sat lost in his thoughts hoping that professor Dumbledore will be right and the Dursleys loved him, stepping out of the platform harry smiled to himself and looked around his hopes high when he saw his relatives, he started walking towards them with the smile still on his face only to be stopped in his track as they inturn saw him, they wore an angry scowl, eyes filled with hate, his aunt sniffed at him disdainfully and looked away ,his heart plummeting in his chest seeing the looks directed at him. "well boy don't stand there gaping move" his uncle bellowed at him his hateful eyes boring into shattered emerald eyes. Harry mentally berated himself as he followed his relatives for even toying with the idea of the Dursleys loving him, he cursed Dumbledore for even prompting the idea that the Dursleys might have changed. Stopping in front of a shiny car harry hauled his trunk and hedwigs cage into the car before getting in himself. The drive back to privet drive was filled with nothing but demeaning comments about his parents and an occasional punch thrown here and there by dudley, who got praised for what he did. As they approached the neighborhood harry shrunk back into his seat, as if trying to vanish from sight.

As soon as the car had stopped he was dragged into the house without even being given a chance to collect his belongings, harry flailed wildly in his uncles surprisingly iron like grip, trying to loosen the grip on him as harry was dragged up the stairs into the attic. He was thrown against the wall making him widen his eyes in pain falling to the ground he looked up and saw his uncle towering over him with a maniacal smile and a belt in his hands.

" crack" the sound of the belt hitting his skin reverberated through the entire room, lash after lash followed blood splattered on the floor painting the dull brown floor boards in a dark crimson, harry kept his mouth tightly shut not giving his uncle the satisfaction of hearing him scream but his uncle persisted till harry was a whimpering, shivering mess. Several hours later Vernon left the room with a satisfied smile on his face and made his way down to the kitchen.

Back in the room a figure laid on the ground giving an occasional shudder, the moonlight streaming through the sparkling window showed a truly gruesome sight his back noting but a bloodied mess, bits of pieces of skin hanging onto dear life, his arm twisted at an odd angle showing that it was clearly broken, his face heavily bruised making it look swollen, tear tracks running down his now closed emerald eyes if not for the bright red scar on his forehead none would have recognized him to be harry potter. Then suddenly he vanished with a slight " pop!"

AN: Aaaaaaaanddd that's it for the prologue hope you enjoyed it and please review ill be even be editing the first chapter but for now ill tear it down see you next chapter.