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Hellion
Chapter 1: His Decision
Somewhere- Sometime
Sometimes heroes don't always come from the best of backgrounds. Most times someone will come along and save the hero, show them the right way to go. Not always does this happen, unfortunately that is the situation in the story about to be told.
It all began when the wizard school known as Hogwarts sent out it's yearly acceptance letters. To most of the magic world this was the year that their savior, the Boy-Who-Lived, was coming to Hogwarts, but that was not to be the case. For their savior lived with his relatives in a patch of suburbia called Privet Drive, Surrey, where all people cared about was having something better than their neighbor.
At his residence, number 4, you couldn't tell the house apart from any other one: perfectly kept yard, new car, scrubbed to perfection house. If you asked someone who lived there they would tell you: a hard working husband and father, a nice house-wife and mother, a respectable son and a hooligan of a nephew. It was well known in the area that the Potter boy was a hellion in training, stealing and attacking their children, dressing in torn, oversized clothes. All they had to do was catch him.
Doesn't sound much like savior does it? Appearances can be deceiving, after being systematically starved and beaten for ten years he did appear to be doing drugs. Keep those pictures in your mind because our story actually starts as far from Privet Drive as you can get without leaving the country. Far to the north in Scotland, the headmaster's office of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry.
Hogwarts- August 1st, 1991
"Albus! You can't expect me to believe that he wrote back declining the invitation!" Minerva McGonagall exclaimed. They had just received the letter from Harry Potter saying he wasn't coming to Hogwarts.
"He has rejected my dear, I don't know what you expect me to do. We can't make him come and if he has rejected who are we to make him?" Albus replied, the ever present twinkle still present but dimmed.
"Something isn't right, Lily and James' boy must come here, his name's been down since he was born!" Minerva knew something was amiss, "and I still don't like those relatives of his. Did you even check on him?"
"Yes, and I have someone stationed on Privet Drive, he has been perfectly fine."
Minerva wasn't swayed but she held her tongue, biding Albus a good day she left to prepare her lesson plans. After she left Albus Dumbledore was left to contemplate on the choices he now had to make.
#4 Privet Drive, Surrey- That Night
Unaware of the conversation taking place about him, boy wizard Harry Potter had been fixing his family dinner for an hour and was just then putting it on the table. Though he was eleven years old, Harry only looked about eight, making him stand out in school. He weighed less than half of what a child his age should and he had scars covering his back and chest from previous 'lessons'.
Because he was in the same class as his cousin he had to do worse than him. This took practice because with an IQ of 160 he had trouble turning his brain off to get the incorrect answers. As he is placing the food on the table his Uncle came through the front door and immediately started berating him.
"Freak! You're supposed to have the food on the table by the time I get home! And did you do the gutter's today? I won't have you lazing about eating our food!" Vernon, by the time he finished talking was sitting at the table ready to eat. Petunia and Dudley followed suit, Dudley elbowing Harry out of the way, even though he had plenty of room.
"It's alright Vernon, he'll just go without dinner tonight and maybe he'll learn." She stuck her nose into the air and started eating, Vernon complimenting her as if she had made the meal. Dudley, the whale, was already on his second plate.
Harry turned around and headed to his cupboard for the night, knowing he'd be locked in and it would be tomorrow until he had a chance to eat something, even though he hadn't eaten for two days now. Later on, as his uncle latched the door shut, he couldn't help but think that there had to be a better life out there somewhere.