Bound
by Kryss
"To many creatures, prophecy is something to be taken very seriously indeed. A dictation of ones life that is so finite, not even the mightiest vampires could deny their destiny. It is believed that to attempt to ignore a prophecy, will damn your soul for eternity, cursing you to wander your plane of existance until your deeds be done." -A History of Magic, translation version 412.7
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Chapter One - The origins
'Harry Potter, marked on Halloween 1981 as the saviour of the wizarding world. Marked as Boy-Who-Lived the moment someone found him. Marked for all eternity, as a rebel... This is his tale.'
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Returning home was always considered a most joyous occasion, at least in normal homes, regardless of race, color or creed. Unless per chance, your name was Harry Potter.
Crammed rather roughly into the rear door of the car, the window handle digging uncomfortably into his stomach, was said Harry Potter. The reason for this painful possition was his obscenely large cousin Dudley, who even at 16 years old could not be left at home alone, was now taking up the rest of the rear seating in the luxury sedan, currently being driven, rather erraticly by Harrys' Uncle. Now, Vernon was normally a rather well to do chap. He worked for a drill manufacturer called Grunnings, he drove a nice car, lived in a nice house in a nice street. His wife and son were the lights of his life and he worked very hard to make them happy. However, Vernon had a little blot on his record, that blot being the afore mentioned nephew, who is currently being crammed into the door, much to Vernons delight.
You see, Harry Potter and his family do not get on very well. Now, I imagine you're thinking that not alot of people always get on with their family, and I assure you that is entirely correct. However, Vernon Dursley absolutely despises young Master Potter, for no other reason than that he exists. Were Harry to die, I believe that it is safe to assume Vernon would be much happier. Indeed possitively dancing with glee. A sentiment not unlikely to be shared by his wife, Petunia, who is Harrys' mothers' sister, and thus, Harry's Aunt. However Petunia's tale is a little more complicated, she loathes Harry not so much because he exists, but because he exists where others do not. Let it be noted that Petunia Dursley loved her sister Lily very much, and she held a distinct place in her heart for Lily's husband James, that place of course, being a torture chamber with lots of sharp pointy things aimed at his genetalia. So you see, Petunias' dislike of Harry is more hatred by association. She hated James, Harrys' father, thus she hates him because he is the exact replica of his father, apart from his eyes, which to Petunia, are a painful reminder of her now deceased sister. A rather tragic affair all this really.
It would stand to reason, that you are wondering why Harry lives with his aunt, uncle and cousin, whom all despise him, for all their own little reasons. Well that would be because Harry isn't your run of the mill teenager. He is, shall we say, special. He shares this gift with his parents, one of the primary reasons Vernon dislikes the boy so much. You see, Harry Potter is a wizard. No, you heard me correctly, a Wizard. Wand waving wonder boy.
Yet that alone is not entirely what makes him special, there is an entire race of wizards, more born every day. But Harry, Harry is the anti-thesis of all magic. When he was but a year old, he reflected a curse, designed and cast for the sole purpose of killing whom ever it touches. Yet Harry couldn't just leave it at that, No, Harry reflected that curse back at the most powerful dark wizard of all recorded time. The Dark Lord Voldemort, whom had just terminated Harrys' mother and father in such a manner as he attempted to terminate him. As you can imagine, such a task is not easily ignored. This presise action, or perhaps i should say reaction, earned Harry the title, The-Boy-Who-Lived.
So you see, Harry lives with his relatives because he has no where else to go. Apart, of course, from the boarding school he is currently returning from, end of his fifth year, to be precise. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, quite the school to attend really, the best in Britain. Yet for Harry, it had just spelled disaster. Through his first five years, there are seven in total, his life has been endangered in each and every one.
Sadly, no year had been quite so tragic, as his fifth year. His godfather, the escaped convict (who is actually innocent) Sirius Black, was killed by Death Eater (servants of the Dark Lord Voldemort) Bellatrix Lestrange. Now Harry hadn't really gotten to know his godfather immensly well, but he still clung to the notion that any connection to his deceased parents should be treasured. Now, greif is a tragic thing to deal with, but it is made immensely worse when one considers the fact that Harry Potter is at least partly to blame for his god fathers death.
Now I'm certain no one but Harry truly places blame any where but at the caster of the spell, one Bellatrix Lestrange. However Harry can only see his own faults in his godfathers demise. Had he not gone to the Department of Mysteries, had he not fallen for Voldemorts' trap, his godfather may just still be alive. But then, Harry never really believed in fate, so he couldn't of known that his godfather would of died that day, at that time, whether he wanted to or not. Had he stayed at home, his house would of fallen down. Had he gone shopping, he no doubt would of caught some fatal disease and been killen instantly. Hell he could of gone to the moon and spontaneously combusted. Death has a remarkable way of catching up with people.
Now, if all this greif and self blaming wasn't enough, the esteemed headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, chose the night of Sirius' death to drop a rather notable bombshell on our young protagonist. Harry Potter is a child of prophecy. Not just any prophecy however, nothing so mundane as a simple, 'thou shalt sneeze at 12pm tomorrow.' No, I'm afraid Harry's prophecy is much more damning. and it goes, a little something like this...
"The One with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
But thats enough history I think... Lets see what becomes of young Master Potter.
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'This door handle is really getting on my nerves, how much longer must that stupid pig ram me into this door' thought a rather irked fifteen year old Harry Potter, who was now about 10 minutes drive from his 'home' in Surrey. 'I do hope they listened to the Orders' warning, I do NOT want to go through another year of miserable beatings, I really don't think I could take it.'
"Hey Freak, I hope you don't have any funny ideas going through that freaky little head of yours about getting out of doing your chores. I won't tollerate lazy teenagers in this house. You will get in that house, drag your freak things to your room, then make dinner. Am I understood?"
'I guess he really is thick as the proverbial mince eh?' Harry thought before politely answering"Yes Uncle Vernon.
'No point in picking a fight now, but I swear if that oaf raises a hand to me I'll be out of there faster than a snidget overdosing on caffine.'
The rest of the trip was uneventful, unless of course you count the 'accidental' bubble head charm Harry cast on himself when Dudley decided to pass gas powerful enough to knock Ol' Voldie for six. Harry wasn't exactly certain how he managed it, only that when his desperate clawing at the rear electric window, which was controlled from the front of the car, got him nowhere. Harry had an almost desperate plea for some salvation to bestow itself upon him. That salvation being a little overdue accidental magic. You know what they say about desperate times...
Gathering his things from the trunk of the car, Harry trudged his way up stairs to Dudleys second bedroom, making sure to damage as much of the finely glossed paint work on the way up the stairs. Harry also 'accidentally' spilled the contents of Hedwigs uncleaned cage all over Dudleys floor. amazing what temporary stasis charms can accomplish isn't it?
Sitting rather wearily on the makeshift bed he was forced to sleep on, he lost himself in his thoughts. 'Sirius died to protect me, my parents died to protect me, all my friends risked their lives to protect me, Hermione nearly died, Ron will forever have the scars from those... brain things. Neville broke his fathers wand and now has to face the wrath of his grandmother. Maybe... Maybe if I just dissapear, no one would fight for me, cos if i'm not there, they can't... right? But then there is the prophecy, which rather pointedly states that I am the only one who can kill Voldemort. But surely that must mean he's the only one that can kill me... Perhaps there is a way to bargain here... I think I need to study.'
Harry quickly dug out a quill, some ink and a roll of parchment and began scribbling out a note to Flourish and Blotts, requesting any books on mind magics. Sending it off with Hedwig, Harry decided to get some sleep. Totally unaware that his note would be made irrelevant by morning.
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A/N: So what did you think? I know there isn't alot of real plot here, but a slytherin mind should be able to deduce what the basic plans for this story are. either way, assuming i get a few good reviews, i'll update it real quick. can't predict much about this, no real ships or any kind of length planned. so it'll just be a kinda, go with the flow sorta thing here.
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