Magic of a Different Sort
When Harry figures out his ability to do magic before entering Hogwarts, J.K. Rowling's story changes drastically; as Harry invents a new sort of magic. Harry will come to Hogwarts confidant, powerful, and ready to change the world.
Authors notes:
I make no money off of this and the world of Harry Potter belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling
This will be a slight crossover as Harry gets his ideas about magic from a computer game known as Runescape.
This is my first fan fiction so please be harsh, but only if you give as many suggestions as possible.
Chapter 1: It began in tears
~Narrator's POV
It could be said that number 4 Privet drive was the temple of normality, with its perfect hedges, boring facade, and its copycat white-picket fence. This was exactly how its inhabitants, the Dursleys, wanted it. Yes, Vernon and Petunia were glad to raise their son, Dudley, in a place like this. Unfortunately, there was a little snag to their plan and his name was Harry Potter.
Just like Petunia's sister Harry could do magic, after all he was her son. This made him a freak to the Dursleys. They hated him and loved to show it even though they raised him. How dare he impose on them? Harry was a freakish plague upon their house. Soon, the Dursleys thought, they would beat the magic out of him, and make him normal. Then they could go on with their lives.
The freak in question was currently running for his life. Since Dudley had thought of "Harry Hunting," little eight year-old Harry could have no peace. Every day after school, Dudley and his gang would wait for him and if he didn't run fast enough, they would beat him half to death.
~Harry's POV
"We'll get you now!" Dudley jeered. Seeing as they had cornered me in to an ally it looks like he might be right for once. I need to escape now before they rearrange my face! Out of the corner my eye I see a fire escape ladder. I climb faster than I ever thought was possible. Somehow, Dudley is right behind me looking like an angry baby whale. As I reach the end of the roof, I realize that I'm ten floors above the ground with no escape.
I can't help but start to cry. Why am I treated this way? I clean for them, I garden for them, and I try to make them happy but all they do is hurt me. As I look down at the ground, I realize that I'm too young to die I'm only eight! He has to stop!
I manage to whimper out "Please. Don't hit me I don't want to die! Please!" Dudley just laughs and says, "I won't hit you, all I need to do is give you one little PUSH!" His hand reaches out and forces me off the roof, and as I see the ground rushing towards me, I know that this is the end. I close my eyes happy that at least the pain was over.
Then, NOTHING, really I feel nothing including pain. I open my eyes and I realize I'm on the ground and when I get up I know I'm fine. On the roof I hear Dudley screaming "How did he do it, he just started floating! Let's get out of here." I was thinking the same thing.
What could make me survive a ten-story drop unharmed? Did I really float? Does it have something to do with why the Dursleys called me a freak? If it did I'm going to be dead when I get home.
~Narrator's POV
And so Harry began to go home, crying tears of joy and fear, he knew instinctively that something about his life had changed, and it was a good change.