Chapter One: Vanished
What most people didn't know was that Harry Potter absolutely hated having all the attention because of his scar. He hated having to be gawked at like some animal; he hated having nasty lies being spread about him in the press and he absolutely despised the very beast that dare blemish his skin. And because of this, he would do something about it. He knew, from the start, that something was definitely wrong. Something about the lack of personal interest and the huge amount of physical protection was very odd. He had been living under the Dursley's care for a very long time and during that time, he doubted they checked up on him, to make sure that he was protected from his own family.
What really startled Harry was all the dark secrets being kept shut and tucked away. He was in the dark, without a clue of what was going on in his own life, but he knew that Dumbledore, the Headmaster with that damnable twinkle, would one day, use this against his advantage. Thus, Harry began to wonder what really happened that faithful night at Halloween and what the Headmaster was really trying to hide from him. He remembered the conversation all too well that took place after the banishing of the Sorcerer's Stone, and he wasn't happy. He missed out on the end of the school year, but gradually, Harry began to grow quieter and quieter until he rarely spoke. This took place only during the few weeks that were left of the school year but it was noticeable.
This very moment, Harry was on the scarlet engine to Privet Drive where he would, once again, be driven to insanity with their slaving and true enough, Uncle Vernon's temper and infernal punishments that came along with it. Another thing that was mistaken about the Golden Boy was that he was a poor lowly specimen in the household who was beaten like a scum and treated like a slave. He didn't expect this summer to be any different but Harry was going to change this. He knew, that somewhere inside of him, that a tiny little light that had gone out during his life at the Dursley's was firing up again, and this time, the wouldn't beat it out of him.
Harry impatiently waited on a bench for his Uncle to appear and take him to his personal Hell to be taken and mistreated, but he never came. Hours dragged on and he began to feel the eerie desolate platform to be slightly disturbing. Fed up with waiting, Harry heaved his trunk through the barrier and out, to the streets where muggles were packed like sardines. Grimacing, Harry dragged his trunk down and hailed a taxi, wondering what happened to the Dursley's. He watched as the scenery dragged by with startling speed through his window and began to doze off.
"Hey kid! We're here." The driver yelled. I woke with a start and winced. The man really had the worst breath possible and Harry didn't need to smell it. Harry muttered something under his breath and paid the taxi, grumbling about the lack of respect to his customers. Harry dragged his trunk to the front of the house and was about to drag it up to the front door when something caught his eye. There, in front of the house clear as day, was a For Sale sign that clearly stated something was off. Harry's eyes grew wider as he started to realize what was happening. Dreading the sight, Harry cautiously opened the door and was met with silence. But the silence sounded deafening to Harry's ears as he explored the house. Everything was still in place, the TV was on, the frying pan that he supposed was used in the morning was still in the Kitchen sink and with further inspection, he found that absolutely nothing was wrong! That was the thing... his relatives had just vanished into thin air. Harry winced at the realization. Either they were kidnapped and dead at this moment... or they had left with nothing on themselves. Harry seriously doubted anything serious happened but he couldn't quite shake off the feeling of dread. Harry sat at the front steps and pondered what to do. His only living relatives were gone, he was alone... Bingo. Harry was alone, the house was in perfect condition, he didn't need to pay as the For Sale sign was up and if he ripped it down, no one would know...
Harry grinned but stopped in his tracks. Perhaps Dumbledore knows? But Harry dismissed the thought as he thought that if the Golden Boy was really important, he would be secure in Hogwart's by now. He dragged up everything into the smallest room and began to plan out everything. Harry's mind was taking in all his surroundings and began to think about how he would kill the Dark Lord. That is, if he ever resurrected himself or found another body to feed on. Harry sat down on his desk and listed the things he would change in his life, add, or simply discard. He was serious when he began to list things off... but he was only 11, soon to be 12. On the other hand, he had a vault full of gold to spend, a home to himself and plenty of summer time to perfect his flaws.
Plans to Conquer
Buy every possible book relating to school subjects and everything else appealing and useful. Learn at least four different languages fluently, writing and reading included. Master a weapon by the end of the summer, along with an instrument. Master martial arts. Train the mind to think logically and be more observant. Memorize school texts and all possible information relating to the Wizard world. Find a way to use wand without leaving a magical signature for the Ministry of Magic to find. Severe all ties with headmaster and all possible spies and even your friends. Find Dark Lord's whereabouts and plans for resurrection. KILL DEATHEARS One word. Revenge...
Harry reviewed his list and decided to start as soon as possible. The summer was only so long, and he had a feeling that this would take quite a lot of work. But first, Harry needed to eat! He was bloody starving so grabbing a sandwich he had whipped up in an instant, Harry settled on his bed, thinking. Harry was soon done and ready to sneak into the Leaky Cauldron to get himself into Diagon Alley. Harry studied his appearance and decided that he would never make is through the brick wall without being noticed and caught at his antics. Harry sighed with realization but had no time to do any major changes. Instead, he searched through Dudley's room to find any helpful things. He found a white bandana that he rolled up and tied around his forehead to cover up his infamous scar. Then, he found a considerable amount of jell to apply to his hair. It came out in short messy spikes, but he decided it looked cool. In fact, he thought that he would do that all the time, it was much tamer that way.
Now, it was finally time to start something huge, to make a mark in history... Harry Potter the Boy- Who- Lived would not be trampled on, he would not be used, he would not be helpless... no. Harry Potter would be powerful, he would conquer the Dark Lord and his stupid little Death Eaters. He would be sure to let everyone know that from this day on, Harry Potter, would no longer be your innocent boy. He was never innocent, they didn't care for him... they just wanted his soon to be power, but he wasn't going to let anyone know he had them. He would be secretive, crafty and very much a Slytherin.
What most people didn't know was that Harry Potter absolutely hated having all the attention because of his scar. He hated having to be gawked at like some animal; he hated having nasty lies being spread about him in the press and he absolutely despised the very beast that dare blemish his skin. And because of this, he would do something about it. He knew, from the start, that something was definitely wrong. Something about the lack of personal interest and the huge amount of physical protection was very odd. He had been living under the Dursley's care for a very long time and during that time, he doubted they checked up on him, to make sure that he was protected from his own family.
What really startled Harry was all the dark secrets being kept shut and tucked away. He was in the dark, without a clue of what was going on in his own life, but he knew that Dumbledore, the Headmaster with that damnable twinkle, would one day, use this against his advantage. Thus, Harry began to wonder what really happened that faithful night at Halloween and what the Headmaster was really trying to hide from him. He remembered the conversation all too well that took place after the banishing of the Sorcerer's Stone, and he wasn't happy. He missed out on the end of the school year, but gradually, Harry began to grow quieter and quieter until he rarely spoke. This took place only during the few weeks that were left of the school year but it was noticeable.
This very moment, Harry was on the scarlet engine to Privet Drive where he would, once again, be driven to insanity with their slaving and true enough, Uncle Vernon's temper and infernal punishments that came along with it. Another thing that was mistaken about the Golden Boy was that he was a poor lowly specimen in the household who was beaten like a scum and treated like a slave. He didn't expect this summer to be any different but Harry was going to change this. He knew, that somewhere inside of him, that a tiny little light that had gone out during his life at the Dursley's was firing up again, and this time, the wouldn't beat it out of him.
Harry impatiently waited on a bench for his Uncle to appear and take him to his personal Hell to be taken and mistreated, but he never came. Hours dragged on and he began to feel the eerie desolate platform to be slightly disturbing. Fed up with waiting, Harry heaved his trunk through the barrier and out, to the streets where muggles were packed like sardines. Grimacing, Harry dragged his trunk down and hailed a taxi, wondering what happened to the Dursley's. He watched as the scenery dragged by with startling speed through his window and began to doze off.
"Hey kid! We're here." The driver yelled. I woke with a start and winced. The man really had the worst breath possible and Harry didn't need to smell it. Harry muttered something under his breath and paid the taxi, grumbling about the lack of respect to his customers. Harry dragged his trunk to the front of the house and was about to drag it up to the front door when something caught his eye. There, in front of the house clear as day, was a For Sale sign that clearly stated something was off. Harry's eyes grew wider as he started to realize what was happening. Dreading the sight, Harry cautiously opened the door and was met with silence. But the silence sounded deafening to Harry's ears as he explored the house. Everything was still in place, the TV was on, the frying pan that he supposed was used in the morning was still in the Kitchen sink and with further inspection, he found that absolutely nothing was wrong! That was the thing... his relatives had just vanished into thin air. Harry winced at the realization. Either they were kidnapped and dead at this moment... or they had left with nothing on themselves. Harry seriously doubted anything serious happened but he couldn't quite shake off the feeling of dread. Harry sat at the front steps and pondered what to do. His only living relatives were gone, he was alone... Bingo. Harry was alone, the house was in perfect condition, he didn't need to pay as the For Sale sign was up and if he ripped it down, no one would know...
Harry grinned but stopped in his tracks. Perhaps Dumbledore knows? But Harry dismissed the thought as he thought that if the Golden Boy was really important, he would be secure in Hogwart's by now. He dragged up everything into the smallest room and began to plan out everything. Harry's mind was taking in all his surroundings and began to think about how he would kill the Dark Lord. That is, if he ever resurrected himself or found another body to feed on. Harry sat down on his desk and listed the things he would change in his life, add, or simply discard. He was serious when he began to list things off... but he was only 11, soon to be 12. On the other hand, he had a vault full of gold to spend, a home to himself and plenty of summer time to perfect his flaws.
Plans to Conquer
Buy every possible book relating to school subjects and everything else appealing and useful. Learn at least four different languages fluently, writing and reading included. Master a weapon by the end of the summer, along with an instrument. Master martial arts. Train the mind to think logically and be more observant. Memorize school texts and all possible information relating to the Wizard world. Find a way to use wand without leaving a magical signature for the Ministry of Magic to find. Severe all ties with headmaster and all possible spies and even your friends. Find Dark Lord's whereabouts and plans for resurrection. KILL DEATHEARS One word. Revenge...
Harry reviewed his list and decided to start as soon as possible. The summer was only so long, and he had a feeling that this would take quite a lot of work. But first, Harry needed to eat! He was bloody starving so grabbing a sandwich he had whipped up in an instant, Harry settled on his bed, thinking. Harry was soon done and ready to sneak into the Leaky Cauldron to get himself into Diagon Alley. Harry studied his appearance and decided that he would never make is through the brick wall without being noticed and caught at his antics. Harry sighed with realization but had no time to do any major changes. Instead, he searched through Dudley's room to find any helpful things. He found a white bandana that he rolled up and tied around his forehead to cover up his infamous scar. Then, he found a considerable amount of jell to apply to his hair. It came out in short messy spikes, but he decided it looked cool. In fact, he thought that he would do that all the time, it was much tamer that way.
Now, it was finally time to start something huge, to make a mark in history... Harry Potter the Boy- Who- Lived would not be trampled on, he would not be used, he would not be helpless... no. Harry Potter would be powerful, he would conquer the Dark Lord and his stupid little Death Eaters. He would be sure to let everyone know that from this day on, Harry Potter, would no longer be your innocent boy. He was never innocent, they didn't care for him... they just wanted his soon to be power, but he wasn't going to let anyone know he had them. He would be secretive, crafty and very much a Slytherin.