Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter. However, the plot is entirely mine.
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Prologue: No One
Rain poured down from the raging sky, drenching the wizard as he limped painfully across the wet pavement of a deserted muggle street. A bolt of lightning flashed in the night, illuminating a tall boy of seventeen years of age with dark blonde hair plastered to his forehead and a bloodied arm pressing itself into a large wound in the boy's stomach—an attempt to impede the blood flowing freely from it.
Just a little bit longer, the wizard told himself, gasping as his wound caused him to double over in pain.
The wand in his pocket lay unused—he was much too weak to perform any complicated spells. He had no one left. His family was gone—either into hiding or into Azkaban prison. His friends had all betrayed him; their cowardice outweighed their loyalty. All he had left were his enemies, and he wasn't even sure of that fact.
"Watch him turn me out into the cold," Draco Malfoy muttered. He gave a small laugh that held no joy. "That'll be better than what Crabbe and Goyle did."
Limping over to a new street, the wizard glanced at the sign upon the wooden post. His sight blurred from the constant rain, he pulled out his wand to perform a simple spell.
"Lumos," Malfoy murmured, and the tip of his wand glowed with a strange light, illuminating the sign.
Privet Drive
He had finally made it. You're not there yet, he told himself grimly. What was the number Professor Snape had spoken of? Severus, Malfoy mentally corrected himself. I'm seventeen; he told me to call him Severus. The wizard gave another small laugh choked with pain. Not that he's really a professor anymore. Malfoy paused in his thoughts. Why am I letting my mind wander so aimlessly? Oh, that's right, his thoughts continued with another gasp of breath, to distract myself from the pain.
Number 4, Privet Drive. Isn't that was Severus said?
Malfoy paused at the end of a driveway, staring at the number on the muggles' door. He limped to the entrance, holding onto the frame to keep from falling over.
How do mudbloods announce their presence? Malfoy asked himself, knowing a knock would not be heard throughout the house and he wasn't nearly strong enough to Apparate. The wizard found himself beginning to panic.
He leaned down, resting his weight entirely on the doorframe. As he moved, his body pressed against a small, circular, glowing object. Suddenly a strange ringing sounded throughout the house. Malfoy jumped back, clutching his wound. He was certain everyone in the house would be awake now. They would soon come down to accept him into their household. Sure enough, it wasn't long before he heard voices through he wooden door.
"What would someone want at this bloody hour?"
"I don't know, Vernon," came a quieter voice, "but let's see what they want so they don't wake up the entire neighborhood."
The door opened, and Malfoy came face to face with a plump man with a purple head and almost no neck, and a tall, boney woman with a pale face. It was a wonder to Malfoy how they had met—they seemed to contrast each other so highly.
His vision beginning to waver because of his loss of blood, Malfoy took a step towards the two muggles. Both retreated, fear evident in their eyes as they gazed upon the wand still held limply in his hand.
"Harry Potter," he managed to gasp, and then he collapsed.
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AN: I hope you enjoyed the first installment to my new fanfic! Please R&R and tell me what you enjoyed and what you didn't. Those who liked it should check out my first fanfic - it's called Harry Potter and the Fullmetal Alchemist. I hope to get a lot of feedback!