I am making no money from this, and i dont own harry potter.
This is my first fic, so it might not be all that great. also i am bad with spelling, and punctuation.. so sorry about that.
this is going to be highly AU once we start going, so if your a diehard canon this fic isnt for you.
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Harry Potter: Boy who lived, Beacon of light, Destroyer of He Who Must Not Be Named... the list goes on and on. At this moment all that means nothing. Sure he killed Voldimort for good, but at what cost? Everyone he ever loved, or cared for is dead. The Ministry of Magic is gone, and Muggles know about Wizards now. All he is able to think about about is, "Why? Why didn't I train harder? Why was i kept in the dark? Why didn't i know what i had to do untill it was too late to save anything?". Crying hard as he cradles Hermione in his arms, her head rolling to the side. Hermione was the last of his friends left alive, but she too met her end not more than fifteen minutes ago. Harry lets out a long wimper as he slowly stands up, glancing around the scene of the last battle one last time. He looks down at Hermione and says softly "Dont worry My Love, we will be togeather again soon.". Slowly as if in a daze Harry raises his wand to his chest, "Avada Kedav...".
An eleven year old Harry Potter bolts upright in his bed, it had all been a dream... Voldimort killing his friends, Dumbledore dieing at the hands of Snape in his sixth year, Ron turning on him and becoming a death eater. There was no way he was the last hope for the wizarding world, he had only just found out he was a wizard 3 days ago when that giant of a man Hagrid came to his house to explain it to him personally. Making up his mind that he would talk to the man later today on their shopping trip about his dream he shivers slightly from the memory of the dream and snuggles up in the small corner of his cubbord under the stairs and drifts back off to sleep.
"BOY.. GET YOUR FREAK BUTT IN HERE NOW!!"... was what he woke up too, jumping to his feet like he was shot hitting his head on the slanted roof of his small cubby hole under the stairs. Harry walks into the living room glancing at the clock on the wall for the time. "Oh no, its almost noon, Hagrid will be here soon!" he mutters to himself. "Yes Uncle Vernon?"
"Your freak friend is at the door, i refuse to answer the door for freaks." Vernon says as he starts to turn purple in the face "Thank you Uncle Vernon" is all Harry said as he walked to the door to answer it.
"Oh there ya are Harry. Was starting to wonder when someone would answer the door" boomed Hagrids deep voice as Harry pulled the door open.
"Yes Sir, are we ready to leave? How will i pay for my things? Where are we going? How will we get there? Is anyone else coming?" Harry excitedly fired off questions left and right.
"Woah, one question at a time there.. but let me see if i can answer them..." Hagrid looked deep in thought as he tried to answer all of Harry's questions. "Were ready to go if you are, I have your key to the Vault you parents left you to pay for your schooling, were going to Diagon Ally, we will take the Knight Bus to get there, Professor Dumbledore will meet us there for a short time. was there any more questions"
"Yes sir, i have one more.. am i only allowed to buy whats on the school list, or am i allowed to get anything else?" Harry asked thinking about all the diffrent stuff he would like to read about.
"You can buy anything you want too Harry, its your money." was all Hagrid needed to say to put a huge grin on Harrys face.
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so what do you think? i know im not that good just yet, but this is the first story i ever wrote thats going to be more than 500 words long, and the first fanfic ever for me. im open to any comments, if you like it tell me, if you dont tell me.. i dont mind people telling me how bad something is, everyone has an opinion... also i should have an update once a week at the slowest, and as much as one a day... have fun