Me; hey readers this is a new storie I got the idea from a comic. I own Nothing

Chapter one rejuv into a new life

Harry was now a 12 year old boy. Going to magic school and making friends. You would think he would be happy right. Well he wasn't He hated it his so called friends were nothing more but beggers looking for fame and cash. Dumbledor was a malipulating creap and set the whole thing up. He just wanted a family to be loved not hurt just loved. He walked down the street to a small store and saw a woman in her early 30 trying to open the door She had short brown hair and brown eyes pale whie skin and wore a short lue dress with a yellow line going down the front . He ran over and took some of her bags and opened the door.

"Here let me help you." He said politly

"What a well manered young man you are your parents raised you right." She said smileing thankful for the help

He frowned and she noticed it.

"Something wrong."

"Sorry but its nothing you can help me with miss."

"You can tell me."

"My parents are dead and my gurdian placed me with my relative that my mom didn't want me to go to. hey beat, starved and neglected me for years and had to sleep under the stairs for 12 years and they told lies to people to make me seem like a hulagan. Sorry about that miss if feels good to let that out." Harry said putting the bages in the trunck.

"You poor boy and your not turning to a life a crime by now." she said

"No I can never hold a gruge for long and they hate me because they don't understand me its normal for some people to do that its ok realy."

"I wish I could help you."

"Sorry miss but nothing can help me."

Just then a Guy came running out of the store and was shooting off his gun. He shoot at the lady but Harry being the hero he was jumped in front of it and it hit him in the chest. He felll to the ground as the lady held him as the shooter shot himself in the head as sirens were heared. He smiled up at her and closed his eyes. Darkness clouded his vishon and felt peace.

"Harry."

'WHo is that? Mom?'

"Harry time to wake up."

'Its that woman from the store.'

Harry opened his eyes to see the woman standing over him.

"Hello sweety ready to go home."

Home? What did she mean and why wasn't hedead. He rubbed the back of his head to see that his hand was small. He lloked at himself and screamed. He was a little kid again.