Chapter 1 One bloodied letter
Okay guys this is a very short chapter and as such it is just so you can decide if you would like me to continue, if so review and I will have the next chapter up this weekend :)
First Off I do not own harry potter as much as I would like to, I don't as well as this story will be very cannon especially with some of the characters. This story is going to be running loosely along the lines of a story written by Ironicism however I contacted him and he has graciously allowed me to run with his story as my own take on things so I hope you enjoy!
A young harry potter felt pain, that is all he felt as he lay in his small dirty cupboard on what can only be described as a ruined shapeless bloodied dog bed. Now what most would be shocked to find but the saviour of the wizarding world of Britain if not the world if HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED had his way, was injured and whimpering in awful conditions long over crying as he knew the extra beatings he would receive if he did. It was here that after much waiting he heard the final Dursley head to bed that he carefully extracted out the now bloodstained letter he hid in his shirt mindful of his broken wrist and fingers.
There bright as day written in emerald green ink smudged with blood was the words
"MR The cupboard under the stairs, 4, Privet Drive , Little Whinging Surrey."
*A gasp was heard from there unnaturally small boy before he quickly covered his mouth in fear of being heard. After some time he took care of opening the letter, and it was here that he decided that he would never be treated the same way again*
"I can do this" *The young harry says carrying the wallet of his whale of an uncle* Young harry having left privet drive mere hours before collects a few hundred pounds from an ATM deciding that he would visit this Leaky cauldron the one Minerva McGonagall must be immensely thankful that she included.