Hey yo, I rewrote the first chapter cause it was pretty badly written, with gramar fault everywhere, and pretty hard to read. So now it should just have gramar fault :D

Nothing else to say , just that i'm comin back to writing since its holyday , so expect update, as im working on chap 10 right now.

Harry Potter did not want to go home, if you could even call it home. It seemed more like a prison to him.

Make no mistakes, he was in no way abused by his relatives. They did not hit him, they did not starve him , nor they badmouth him. They just did not like him, and tented to ignore him. Not to the point of neglect, mind you.

He still ate three meals a day, got clothes to wear, even if they were a little too big and old, and even got a present for christmas each year. Only one, but still one.

Still, for a child, it was very bad for him, and he still preferred to stay with his few friend at school, those that his cousin Dudley didn't 'warn'.
Speaking of Dudley, Harry saw that he was spoiled. A lot. Too much maybe. It was one of the thing that made Harry be 'fine' with not being spoiled by his relatives. He did not want to be like him.

Read, a ignorant and mean little boy that thought that every thing belonged to him.

That also means that Harry had to do most of the chore that they, him and his cousin , needed to do.

At some point, he became the one that set the tables, cleared it, washed after eating, cooked and did the gardening.

It wasn't bad, he quite liked cooking and gardening. Cooking because it was some of the only times where Petunia, his aunt, treated him close the warwly.
And Gardening because he wasn't bothered when he was gardening. They tented to leave him alone for a hour or so, even if he already finished his work in half that time, letting him play in the garden for the time remaining.

A drop of water on his nose brought him out of his musing. He actually got lost while thinking, and the drop where coming faster and faster.

Harry rushed to the nearest open building that he saw. The sign read 'Library'.The place was near empty, so the librarian saw him right away.

Harry, not knowing what to do, approched said librarian, who seemed to be around 20 year old, who was smiling at him.

"Hi, what can i do for you, young man ? " asked the girl kindly.

Harry lowered his head in embarasment.

"I … I don't… books ? "

The girl laughed softly.

"I kind of figured that, what type of book do you prefer, i mean ? "

Harry sensed his head go even lower, and he mumbled something inaudible. The girl raised an eyebrow.

"What did you say ? " tried the girl.

Harry looked at her, then turned his head.

"I never read a book, " said the boy not making eye contact ," but I would like to try ".

The girl moved from behind the counter and crouched next to him, making Harry back away a little. She gently put her hand on his shoulder.

"So, what type of book would you like to read ? " asked the librarian, making the boy smile shyly back et her.

Harry walked back home, holding a book close to his chest. It was a book about knight and dragon, that what the librarian said to him.

Harry liked fantasy, he liked magic trick, he liked fairytale. He would have loved to live in a world like one of those, to be a knight protecting the people, or a mage, who knows tons of spells.

As he approached the front door of the Dursley's house, he stopped. The girl said that, for this time, it would be okay to pick a book, but next time, he would need to sign himself as a member and pay for taking books.

Harry gulped, knowing that he needed to get Vernon approval for this. And it was not something he liked to do. He softly knocked on the door twice, and opened the door.

On the chair, around the table, was Vernon, his uncle who looked at him when he entered, before turning back to his paper when he saw who it was.

"Where were you, boy ? "

Harry know that he wasn't angry with him. In a normal family, if your seven year old child was late, you would be worried sick. But his uncle was not. He simply didn't care.

Maybe he would have been angry when diner came, and it was not ready, but for now, he just did not care.

Harry closed the door behind him, and walked to Vernon.

"Uncle… Can i ask you something ? "

Vernon turned his head to him, sighed and put his newspaper down. He seemed in good mood, which was great for Harry.

"What is it boy ? "

Harry hugged the book closer.

"I went to the library today. "

Vernon said nothing.

"And i took a book from there. "

Harry looked up. Vernon face did not display any emotion.

"And the librarian said that-"

"You need to register yourself to take more, isn't it ? "

Harry nodded quickly.

Vernon sighed, again.

"No. "

Harry felt his face fall.

"Would have been the answer, if it was anything else. "

Harry spirit began to rise.

"It's the one next to the little bridge, right ? "

Harry nodded again .

Vernon took his wallet and took a card from it. He stayed like that for a moment, just looking at that card, then he handed it at Harry.

"I'm a member of this library. I very much liked to read when i was younger. "

Vernon looked in front of him, seemed lost in thought. Harry took it as his queue to leave , and quickly left for his room, well cupboard, before his uncle changed his mind, muttering a 'thank you' while walking.

Before he could reach the door, Vernon called him.

"Harry. "

His name stopped him cold. Vernon never said his name before, it was always 'boy'. He slowly turned to his Uncle, hand firmly holding the little card, to see Vernon up, his paper discarded.

He looked at him, something akin to remorse on his face.

"Don't tell Pet about the book, and even less about what they talk about", said the big man, before his usual angry face came back ,"Now go boy, and don't forget about dinner ! "

Harry quickly opened the door and passed it, closing it firmly after before throwing himself on the bed, and began to read.

The girl librarian was surprised when the thin little boy came back, not even three days after he first came, handing her the book back while thanking her and giving her a member card.

"Did you like it ? " asked the girl, making the boy nod.

She smiled.

"Do you want another ? " she continued, making the boy nod once again with vigor.

She took his hand and leaded him to the fantasy area, making Harry jaw drop. He never saw this many book in the same place, moreover talking about magic, about his dream.

He began to look around in awe, running here and here reading all title out loud, before blusing when he heard the librarian laugh.

He shyly took a bright green book, named 'Legend of Merlin', and rushed out of the library… Before coming back to the place so that the librarian could note that he took it.

The girl was even more shocked when he came back two days later, handing back the book. She frowned.

"Was it not good ? " she asked strangly.

" No ! no… i twas pretty interesting !" apologized the boy while looking at her in terror.

"Then why are you back ? " she asked once again, making Harry blush.

"I finished it", mumbled the boy, making the librarian eyes widen.

"Already ? That quite impressive," said the girl while smiling, before coming taking Harry hand ," Well, let's look for another then, shall we ? "

It has been next to 2 month now that Harry began to go to the library, and it was for him an amazing feeling. He has something all for himself. Something that was far more interesting than all the toys in Dudley bedroom !

Ok, maybe he was a little jealous here, but you got the point.

Even Auntie Petunia seemed to ignore his hobby, which was quite an amazing feat for her.

He opened the door to the library and walked to the counter , making Laura, the librarian, smile at him.

"So how was 'The quest of the holy sword' ? " asked Laura while taking the book from him.

"Not bad," said the boy, all the while trying not to let his excitement show on his face.

Laura laughed and brushed his hair.

"Don't play the big boy with me, Harry. Go take another one quickly. Were closing soon. "

Harry walked fast, ran, to the fantasy area and began to search, brushing his finger on a dozen of book's covers, before stopping on one named 'The Hobbit'.

However, just before he turned away, something caught his eyes. Behind the book he just took, he could see something bright. He passed his little hand in the open space and grabbed it.

It was a bright scarlet book.

Harry turned the book and read the title.

'The way of the necromancer'.

There was no author. Just the title.

Harry frowned and looked at the two book in his hand, the rule of the library was strict, you could not take more than one book from the place at a time.

He hesitated, before finally putting 'The Hobbit' back where he found it.

As he approached the counter, Laura smiled at him.

"So, what it is this time ? ", asked the girl while taking the book from Harry.

She raised an eyebrow.

"I … don't think I've ever saw this book before . Was it in one of the bookcase ? ", continued Laura, making Harry nod his head.

Laura looked at the book for a moment, before sighing.

"I'm afraid i can't let you take that book Harry"

Harry face fell, and he lowered his head, making the librarian bite her lips. He clearly looked like she just kicked his puppy, before kicking him.

God, she could take the blame for it, damn the creator who made the puppy eyes exist.

"You can take it Harry, said the girl after sighing.

Harry looked up, star in his eyes, and hugged Laura.

"Thank you so much Laura ! "

Laura rolled her eyes.

"You're quite thelittle devil, you know that ? "

Harry showed his teeth.

"Now go before i change my mind. "

Harry hugged her one more time, and turned away.

The boy left the library, scarlet book in hand.

He didn't know at that time that this little bright book will change his destiny, and the wizarding world entirely.

Ty for reading, see u in chap 10 next !