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Proluge
It was a dark stormy night in Little Whinging and not a soul could be seen anywhere on the streets all confined to the shelter of their homes. 4 Privet Drive was no exception as the house suffered assault from the furious rain. The living room of the house was brightly lit by the glow of television which captivated a creature who resembled a whale more than a human being it enormous body sprawled on the sagging couch which groaned under the weight it had to endure. Next to the couch in a a huge leather armchair sat a man whose features were similar to the that of the creature. His enormous black mustache bobbed up and down as his eyes skimmed over the newspaper on his lap. Next to him enthralled in her magazine sat his wife , a bony horse faced woman who muttered incoherent words whilst reading.
It was a normal English household invloved in daily activities. There was no sign anywhere of another living being present in the house. However if one was to climb the stairs , and enter the room on the furthest corner they would observe a boy sprawled over the broken down bed. The boy bore no resemblance whatsoever to the other occupants of the house and it was impossible to realize that they were indeed related. He was a scrawny boy of about sixteen with messy black hair scattered over his head and glasses perched on his nose. His eyes were a bright emerald colour and glowed with a fading light.His most dominant feature was a bright red scar shaped like a lightning bolt etched on his forehead. It was this scar that marked him as a unique individual.
For Harry Potter was no ordinary boy. As impossible as it may seem he was a wizard who attended a school for people like him called Hogwarts. At present he had just returned home from his fifth year at the school which had been filled with grief. Another fact worth mentioning about Harry is that he was the sole survivor of the fatal "Avada Kedavra" curse or as it is commonly called ; the killing curse. He was also the hero of the wizarding world having defeated the feared dark wizard Voldemort at the tender age of one through deflection of the mentioned curse. He had not escaped from the encounter unscathed however as he had suffered the loss of both his parents , his mother s love having saved him in the end.
At the end of Harry's fourth year Lord Voldemort had returned through the assistance of the man who had betrayed Lily and James Potter ; Peter Pettigrew. The following year had been full of sufferings for Harry as he was labelled a madman by the general public who refused to accept the Dark Lord ' s return. It was only through the assistance of his loyal friends and the "Order of The Pheonix" an alliance formed by Albus Dumbledore to counter the dark forces.
It was towards the end of the year that Harry had lost his beloved godfather Sirius Black during a battle at the Department of mysteries at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange; Death Eater and Azkaban escapee. And enraged Harry had then had a furious confrontation with Dumbledore where the truth concerning his fate was finally revealed. The Prophecy which marked him as the only one with the power to defeat Voldemort. The words still echoed in his mind ;"And none can live while the other survives". He had to kill or be killed.
All these incident s had left Harry broken and desolate and he returned to his relatives devoid of any sort of energy. Two days had passed and he had remained lying on his bed , weeping over the loss of his godfather and worrying over his destiny. His once vibrant green eyes were full of pain and sorrow clouded over by misery.
His broken soul cryed out to be released from this torture freed from his destiny. At one point he even begged for death, for it all to end. It was in this condition that the dreaded words left his lips.
"I wish i had never survived that night. I wish I was never the Boy-who-Lived"
He spoke those words unaware that somwhere,someplace someone was listening. A smile crpssed the face of the vengeance demons and she spoke the words that completed the request made by the boy.
It was in a flsh of light that Harry Potter dissapeared not only from the room but from this world altogether leaving behind no trace of his presence.
Proluge
It was a dark stormy night in Little Whinging and not a soul could be seen anywhere on the streets all confined to the shelter of their homes. 4 Privet Drive was no exception as the house suffered assault from the furious rain. The living room of the house was brightly lit by the glow of television which captivated a creature who resembled a whale more than a human being it enormous body sprawled on the sagging couch which groaned under the weight it had to endure. Next to the couch in a a huge leather armchair sat a man whose features were similar to the that of the creature. His enormous black mustache bobbed up and down as his eyes skimmed over the newspaper on his lap. Next to him enthralled in her magazine sat his wife , a bony horse faced woman who muttered incoherent words whilst reading.
It was a normal English household invloved in daily activities. There was no sign anywhere of another living being present in the house. However if one was to climb the stairs , and enter the room on the furthest corner they would observe a boy sprawled over the broken down bed. The boy bore no resemblance whatsoever to the other occupants of the house and it was impossible to realize that they were indeed related. He was a scrawny boy of about sixteen with messy black hair scattered over his head and glasses perched on his nose. His eyes were a bright emerald colour and glowed with a fading light.His most dominant feature was a bright red scar shaped like a lightning bolt etched on his forehead. It was this scar that marked him as a unique individual.
For Harry Potter was no ordinary boy. As impossible as it may seem he was a wizard who attended a school for people like him called Hogwarts. At present he had just returned home from his fifth year at the school which had been filled with grief. Another fact worth mentioning about Harry is that he was the sole survivor of the fatal "Avada Kedavra" curse or as it is commonly called ; the killing curse. He was also the hero of the wizarding world having defeated the feared dark wizard Voldemort at the tender age of one through deflection of the mentioned curse. He had not escaped from the encounter unscathed however as he had suffered the loss of both his parents , his mother s love having saved him in the end.
At the end of Harry's fourth year Lord Voldemort had returned through the assistance of the man who had betrayed Lily and James Potter ; Peter Pettigrew. The following year had been full of sufferings for Harry as he was labelled a madman by the general public who refused to accept the Dark Lord ' s return. It was only through the assistance of his loyal friends and the "Order of The Pheonix" an alliance formed by Albus Dumbledore to counter the dark forces.
It was towards the end of the year that Harry had lost his beloved godfather Sirius Black during a battle at the Department of mysteries at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange; Death Eater and Azkaban escapee. And enraged Harry had then had a furious confrontation with Dumbledore where the truth concerning his fate was finally revealed. The Prophecy which marked him as the only one with the power to defeat Voldemort. The words still echoed in his mind ;"And none can live while the other survives". He had to kill or be killed.
All these incident s had left Harry broken and desolate and he returned to his relatives devoid of any sort of energy. Two days had passed and he had remained lying on his bed , weeping over the loss of his godfather and worrying over his destiny. His once vibrant green eyes were full of pain and sorrow clouded over by misery.
His broken soul cryed out to be released from this torture freed from his destiny. At one point he even begged for death, for it all to end. It was in this condition that the dreaded words left his lips.
"I wish i had never survived that night. I wish I was never the Boy-who-Lived"
He spoke those words unaware that somwhere,someplace someone was listening. A smile crpssed the face of the vengeance demons and she spoke the words that completed the request made by the boy.
It was in a flsh of light that Harry Potter dissapeared not only from the room but from this world altogether leaving behind no trace of his presence.