A/N: This is the first story I have published. Do Not go easy on me in your comments. I want to know where I can improve. Please.
enjoy!
Harry Potter, the unknown inhabitant of Privet Number 4, the small unremarkable kid, was treated much like a stray cat. Actually, now that he thought about it, the ever present coral snakes that constantly plagued Petunia's garden were regarded with less dislike than he was. Such was life, he supposed. Those who have power, wield it. The Dursleys have power. There is no doubt about it; Harry doesn't have enough power to rid himself of the Dursleys… yet. Whenever Harry isn't busy with his nearly endless supply of chores, he is usually at the library scrounging for any new information he can get his hands on.
Today was no exception. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, around one o'clock, and Harry was sitting in the Library reading a book on plants and herbs. There wasn't much in this building he hadn't read yet. However there was probably no book in here that the Dursleys had ever read. It gave him some sense of accomplishment to know that little fact. He smiled.
"Ouch." A hand came up to the black band around his throat as a small jolt of electricity suddenly racked through his body. "Hush, boy" scolded the librarian. She was a small, skinny woman with a full head of grey hair, and an annoyingly pink dress that only went down to her knees, showing off legs that were well past their prime. Seeing who it was she was addressing, she snatched up a magazine nearby, rolled it, and proceeded to whack him upside the head with it. "You know the rules. As much as I like to see you tikes interested in books, in order for anyone to stay past the two hour limit you must have a library card. In order for you young in's to get ahold of one, one of your parents has to sign it. No exceptions." She scowled at him in a disturbingly familiar way. She knew his situation, of course, no parents, no money, no friends, and the most important of all, no library card. He slumped in his chair and gave a little pout at being found… again.
Another shock brought him out of his pouting as he visibly twitched. The librarian noticed, yet she simply shook her head. "You better get on home now, boy. It would do you no good to sit around here and delay the inevitable," she whispered. Harry silently nodded and, solemnly headed out the door. He got about three blocks away from the library before his 'safety necklace', as the Dursleys called it, gave him a reminder that he was already late. Harry began to run, knowing if he didn't Petunia would send Dudley and the gang out for another round in their favorite game of 'Harry Hunting'.
Harry is running as fast as he can trying to beat the Dursleys impatience. The fact that he has short legs and tiny lungs doesn't help anything either. Soon he becomes out of breath, yet he refuses to slow down. His body chastises him for putting it in this situation but complies anyway. He can see it. His destination. He is almost there. Petunia walks out the front door just as he reaches the steps. Harry is quickly shoved inside the house, and Petunia slams the door behind him.
"Explain yourself." She barks, her hands resting on her thin hips. Well, he is very much in trouble.
A/N: So... what did you think? Please tell me how you took this, and where I messed up. I know that I hate it when authors don't update (I'm an impatient person) so I will try to post as much as I can without making the story absolute crap. Thx.
P.s. Can someone read through this and give me a suggestion on where we are in the timeline? I'm currently just following the white plot bunny down his rabbit hole, and he only tells me that this is sometime before Harry gets his Hogwarts letter.