In the space of a moment I lost all hope I could have had for a good life. Dead was my mother, dead was my father. I knew nothing of the real world until I set foot in it. There are hardships in this world that no child should face, least of all an innocent. Of course, the innocent always seem to be the ones who have all the hard luck. A babe not older then two was abandoned on a doorstep for some old man's mad plan.
Now before I go any further I guess I must explain to you who I am exactly. My name is Harry Potter. Now many of you may certainly know who I am from stories your parents tell you, stories of how I am heroic and brave and other such crap. I am nothing like that. Over the years people have modified the story of my life to fit their wants and end up completely screwing up the story. But we will get to that later. For now, how about how all this started.
It was Halloween when Voldemort blew the door open and he proceeded into the house. My father was playing peek-a-boo with me while my mother read a book. They jumped up as dust blew into the room and covered the doorway. But they already knew who was there. They cleared the dust with a f lick of their wand and standing there was the person they hoped never to see. But they saw him.
My father told mum to take me upstairs and hide me. While we hid he fought the dark lord and like most, he lost. My mother started sobbing when she heard the body of her husband drop to the ground.
But through it all I didn't utter a sound. I looked on with wide eyes that seemed to understand it all so much. In truth I did understand what was going on. A quiet baby making no sound at his father's death and his mother's anguished sobs.
My mother ran upstairs with me in her arms. My black hair was damp with tears by the time we made it into the nursery. My mother had no time to hide me before Voldemort blasted that door open too. I was dropped carelessly into the crib she was leaning over.
Voldemort scowled at the carelessness in the way my mother handled me. He told her to move out of the way and that he only wanted me. Despite what everybody else said she moved out of the way quickly and sobbed at him not to hurt her. He looked at her in disgust before he killed her too.
You see, Voldemort didn't want to kill me. He aimed his wand at me, yes, but he didn't cast the Avada Kedavra curse. He marked me as his. The scar on my forehead didn't make the connection, just opened it when it was placed there. I held up my arms and giggled. I wanted him to pick me up which he gladly did. He smiled down at the giggling green-eyed baby in his arms.
He was about to take me to live with one of his followers when Dumbledore came in.
"Voldemort, give him here. You will not have him," Dumbledore had said.
Voldemort snarled back, "He is my mate and it is my right to him."
Dumbledore got angry. Tom wouldn't give me up. The old coot sent a curse flying towards him and before he could get out of the way Voldemort was hit. A silver light hit the Dark Lord square in the chest, just above where I was. Dumbledore used a summoning charm to bring me to him. Voldemort was soon a bodiless spirit and I was crying for the first time that night.
With an evil grin Dumbles took me to live with my relatives knowing they hated magic and would do anything to squash it out of me. Dumbledore knew this was impossible so figured this was a perfect way to manipulate me. He was trying to make me into the perfect weapon to get rid of Voldemort. I woke up from the magical sleep Dumbledore put on me by the shrill scream of my Aunt Petunia.
I had entered hell.
A/N: Another story! Hope ya'll like this chappie. I will be updating the rest but this plot just wouldn't leave me alone. Shoo plot bunny. Anyway I've got a question. Should this story revert to third person or stay first person? I don't like writing in first person but I will if ya'll want me to. Oh, and I'll only update if I get at least five reviews every chapter. Like it, love it, hate it? Plz review!