Hola Beautifuls!

Lol this is my first story that I've ever written but re-adapted. So tell me what you think and be honest okays.

Disclaimer: I, in no way, own these characters or the rights to the characters. They do in fact belong to the beautiful and most illustrious J.K. Rowling.

So without further suspense read on ;)

Chappie 1.

Looking at Dumbledore, Harry smirked to himself as he played the part and bashfully looked away from the

elderly man and bit his lip, drawing out his breath to start his tale that would change the way the

Headmaster looked at him for quite some time. Harry felt a soft caress on his back and he squirmed trying

to bring back the memories that he had suppressed for some time before reaching up to brush his black

auburn hair over his illustrious scar and very timidly glanced at the Headmaster and began…

"The last thing I remember telling you is how Chris broke up with me…for my best friend. How every time I

saw them I would bite the inside of my lip because I thought blood in my mouth was better than tears on

my cheeks. How my Uncle would always come home drunk and beat me until he was tired. But finally I was

so sick of everything I gave it one last attempt to get away from it all…"

Curling himself into a ball, Harry silently sobbed into his arms, praying reverently that any type of miracle

would rescue him out of his own personal seventh level of hell. Vernon Dursley drunkenly threw his coffer of

scotch against the wall before him, before he turned to glare at the ceiling and with an ear-pitching scream

stormed up the stairs enunciating each step, with words that etched themselves into Harrys' soul for years

to follow. "You disgusting little Freak! I have no idea how I got dumped with you! You're nothing! Do you

realize that? Why do you think they dump you here summer after summer. You belong to me and now even

I don't want you! You're nothing to me, your nothing to that boy, me, or anybody! You. Are. Nothing!"

The words echoed in Harrys' mind, I'm nothing; all I do is burden everyone. In one last attempt to push the

bathroom cabinet in front of the door, Harry slipped on the rug and fell face forward into the sink, knocking

open the medicine cabinet. An assortment of objects rained down on Harrys' face but only one caught his

eye. His Uncle's razor.

Vernon Dursley stood at the top of the stairwell, enjoying the fruitful sounds of Harry trying to prevent his

inevitable discipline. Licking his lips, Vernon crackled his knuckles, before pausing to realize he was the only

one making noise in the now silent house. Hurdling down the hallway, Vernon Dursley slammed into the

bathroom door knocking the bathroom cabinet over onto his mess of a nephew. Fire ragged into his eyes

and spit flew out of his mouth as he hollered at worthless bloody bundle of rags he was ashamed to call his

nephew. "You worthless bag of bones! You are trying to kill yourself …IN MY HOUSE!" Grabbing him up by a

chunk of his hair, Vernon then proceeded to drag him down the hall, down each stair, and threw his half

conscious nephew onto the porch. Crouching next to Harry, Vernon smiled in deep satisfaction while he

leaned in, and licked his lips before saying, "I want you to remember this. You are nothing, and you mean

nothing. And now you are right back where you belong; alone."

With this, Vernon Dursley stood up and in a very leering way wiped his hands on his pants and shut the

door on his only dying nephew.

Okay so this is the beginning. =/ First chappie ever writen so be honest on what ya think!

Tell me how you like it! =) review review review! *Muahz*