Ladies and gentlemen, I present, the story I put the most planning into yet. I talked to some guys on deviantart, (yes, I have a deviantart account, but it's not much. Seriously, it's just a picture of my cat.)And they let me use their OC's. The links are on my page. I also asked Wanda Ginny Leaf if I could use her one-shot 'Already gone'. So here it is, "Harry Potter and the Fantasy Adventure Team".
A bridge above a rushing river, in London. A young boy walks across it, stopping in the middle to stare out across the water. Normal, one would think.
The back of his shirt is bloody. Not so normal.
The boy lets out a pitiful whimper, crumpling against the railings. His back was burning. He had been ganged up on; six kids twice his size had beaten him bloody. When he had returned home, his aunt had shrieked and slammed the door in his face.
The boy's name was Harry Potter. He was ten years old, and he was a freak.
Freak.
It was shouted in his face, whispered behind his back.
Useless, stupid, ungrateful brat.
Everyone knew it. His aunt and uncle had made sure of it.
No one wants you. You should have died with your parents.
A burden.
Garbage that had to be kept.
Harry whimpers again, and then looks down at the river. The water is dark and probably cold; though spring was coming on the river never really grew warm. It looks very far away from where he's sitting. It looked soft to land on, but the teachers at school insisted that falling on it would be like falling on concrete.
Harry pushes himself to his feet and looks up and down the bridge. There was a storm warning on the telly, so everyone seemed to be staying indoors. He was alone.
He was always alone.
We don't want you! Nobody would ever want you!
No one had ever loved him. Strange things happened around him, things that caused people to get hurt. His aunt said so. She hated him for it, because he put his cousin Dudley in danger.
The blood caking the back of Harry's oversized shirt would beg to differ, but the Dursley family were never the most objective people. Especially when it came to the Potters.
Harry stared down at the water.
You should have died with your parents, ungrateful freak...
Worthless...
Unwanted...
Harry stepped up onto the railing. Tears dripped down his cheeks.
One of his earliest memories was a flash of green light and his mother whispering to him. He treasured those memories because of what he heard. "Mommy loves you. Daddy loves you."
Harry wished, more than once, that he could stay that way forever. That he could be like sleeping beauty and stay in an eternal slumber, wrapped in his mother's embrace.
His mother and father were sleeping...and they were the only ones who loved him...no one wanted him around here...
He was a freak...he didn't belong...
So it was time to go...
Harry took a deep breath and jumped.
However, when he jumped, instead of falling into the river, he flashed away in a big bright light.
When he landed, he was already unconscious, just barely alive.
Fortunately, Harry's savior wasn't too far away. She was an anthropomorphic panther with a beehive hairdo, oddly enough. This was Panthy, a member of the Fantasy Adventure Team. Panthy was taking a stroll, and saw Harry's broken form. She was horrified. "OH MY GOODNESS!" she shouted. She rushed to the unconscious child's body, and immediately sat down so she could place him in her lap. She checked for a pulse, and was relieved to find one. She picked him up, held him close, and raced back to the studios.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
In a faraway office, , several silver instruments screamed and smoked. An old man rushed over to them, half-moon glasses askew and panics in his eyes. A moment later, the silver tools shattered.
Albus Dumbledore stared, stuck silent in a moment of shock and horror. He feared that his carefully laid plans were coming apart. A minute later, he was rushing over to the floo and transporting himself to Little Whining.
He went to House Number 4 with a speed that belied his age and pounded on the door. A moment later, Petunia Dursley answered the door and yelped when she saw him.
"Where's Harry?" Dumbledore demanded without preamble.
"W-What?"
"WHERE'S YOUR NEPHEW!?"
"I-I don't know!" Petunia sputtered, still sounding angry as though she was the wronged one being intruded upon. "The little brat didn't come home from school today."
Wordlessly, Dumbledore stared at her for a minute before leaving. He called the Aurors.
The search went on for several days, but there was no sign of the little raven-haired boy who lived. It was if he had vanished into thin air.
Voila, the first chapter is complete. Bear with me here, it's not easy writing stories like this.