Title: The Hidden Life

Author: Claimh Solais

Rating: M (graphic violence later on.)

Summary: What if Harry's personal life wasn't what everyone presumed?

Disclaimer: Although, like everyone else wants, I wish to own it but I do not.


Prologue: The Letter


To who-ever reads this,

You may not understand what happened but I do. I figured it out soon after I was told of the prophesy. Many know my life with the Dursley's was no dream life, many believing it was a nightmare. But the fact remains I saw and did more horrors outside their home, then inside. Although some say as it was my family that makes it ten times worse, I believe not. Some may believe I'm just trying to receive pity at this point but the fact remains I had a family, perhaps not blood, but in my opinion blood families are over-rated. There was six of us actually and only two had blood family that could be trusted we all leached off them really but that didn't matter all that much, not to Amy. Any way I'm getting off topic, once you know of my life of what I have done some will wonder how I got into Gryffindor or how I was they way I was. Many believed my family, the Dursley's, came and got me from the station – lies, when I was collected from there – your memories altered. A while back I accidentally overheard a conversation between two people that I still don't recall who they are but they were talking about me and how I had been through too much for someone so young. I didn't really understand what they meant, I was fourteen, where I come from it's rare especially considering how long I had been there, but I survived and I made it into a house where few people would know how, not even I myself know but I hope it becomes clearer to you all and you can figure something out I never did, which need I say is a lot of things. I will explain. These will explain. This is my story.

Harry Potter.


A.N: This won't be in first person for the rest of the story. Nor is this a suicide fic. I wrote this in conjunction with my cousin, angel-of-space, who is too lazy to type this up or even complete this.