Authours pov

Hi guys this is slottescar here with my first harry potter fan fiction or any sort of fan fiction although I read a lot of fan fiction and have fallen in love with the world of fan fiction. So I decided I would give it a shot and write one and here I amm. hope you guys enjoy it REVIEWWWWWWWWWW..

Disclaimer;- The amazing and wonderful world of harry potter is not owned by me sadly

Prologe…

cor aurea, et acuta quasi gladius tamquam corde ~

A dark figure walked along a dimly lit road his head bowed almost in submission but his back straight and his stride strong. The grimy men who had balled into themselves lifted their glassy half dead eyes and stared in wonder as the man passed by them. The man wore robes of fine make but instead of the haughtiness displayed by the men usually dressed so this man exuded an air of humble grace with no ounce of haughtiness in it, his eyes warm almost like a fire burning in a hearth warming all those he passed. The people watched in wonder as the man stood in front of a broken down building before he walked into it vanishing from their view.

UNKNOWN POV

He stood in the living room staring at the scene in front of him in horror. For their unveiling in front of him was something he dared not imagine. A beautiful yet horrifying picture illuminated by the dim lighting of the room and the silvery moon light pooling in from the window. He stood there for how long he knew not, mouth agape blankly looking at the crimson red painting the walls and most of the floor.

He sobbed as he took in the lump of bodies piling the middle of the room his eyes roving around, looking for some clues about the monster that had done this horrifying deed. He moved finally getting a glimpse of something burnt onto one of the bodies. Moving the piece of cloth he stared in confusion as he saw a strange mark "a skull?" he whispered to himself in confusion. Reaching into his robe he took out a piece of charcoal and sketched the mark in a piece of paper he saw lying around. Standing up he gave a small respectful bow before heading out of the house and quickly vanishing out of sight.

HARRY 4 YEARS OLD

Harry was not sad that's what he say to himself every time aunt petunia says something mean to him, or when uncle Vernon didn't like him getting an A in class. Because harry was happy, harry had been a bad boy that's why uncle Vernon did not like him and aunt petunia scolded him. Harry makes weird things happen things that should not be possible happen when harry is around so harry should be punished for being a bad boy. That's what harry says to himself all day long till he goes to bed. But harry can't sleep he was sad, he tears up when he recalls how aunt petunia glared at him when he gave her the folded laundry , he remembered what uncle Vernon had told him when he was tending to the garden. The next morning harry woke up and told himself that he was not sad before heading out to make breakfast.

11 YEAR OLD HARRY

He was a wizard. He was not a freak he was just a wizard that man Hagrid had told him all about Hogwarts the school which taught magic. Not to mention the fact that he got a present which was the most beautiful creature in the world, his snowy owl headwig. For the first time since he could remember he slept with a smile on his face dreaming about Hogwarts.

12 YEAR OLD HARRY

He was at the weasleys house its so warm and happy. He felt content surrounded by such amazing people Mrs weasley would even allow him to wash the plates when he was done with them. Harry was having the best time of his life he had to of the best friends in the world and he was learning magic at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.

and violaaaa that's it for the prologe REVIEWWWWW