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A.N. I have decided to underline all corrections I've done :D

Chapter 1 : Kicked Out

"Why can't you just grow up and live life on your own?" Aunt Petunia exclaimed.

"We had to take you in when you parents died but that doesn't give you a reason to take us for granted! Just get out of the house you freak! And never darken our doorstep again!"

Uncle Veron shouted to the young boy with messy dark hair and emerald green eyes who was just 9 years old. Harry froze with shock as he heard those words. Although his Aunt and Uncle constantly threatened him, starved him and beat him up, they never ever told him to leave the house.

Surely his Aunt and Uncle didn't think that the outrageous incident where he was suddenly able to suddenly escape Dudley and his gang and appear on the roof of the school was enough reason to kick him out of the house. The principal had called his Aunt and told her about Harry climbing school buildings. Although he knew the school would have probably never accepted his story about appearing on his roof, when faced with his Aunt and Uncle he had to try all possible means to convince them that he didn't do it.

After he tried unsuccessfully to explain what happened, the reaction of his Aunt was to turn white while his Uncle turned an amazing shade of red. Uncle Veron had then looked at his wife at that moment and the two of them made a silent exchange of agreement. The next thing Harry knew, his Aunt told shouted at him that despite all their efforts to ensure he was normal (by constantly beating him up and starving him, they were hoping that the magical ability would somehow have been forced out of him however what they didn't realise was that this forced him to depend on his powers even more than a child his age) he had turned into the freak that she said her sister was.

How he had arrived at their doorstep with a letter claiming that he would be safe with them because of some magical blood protection because his mother had died to save him, and how that had rebounded on the caster whom had tried to kill him after he had killed his mother. Harry was filled with joy that his own mother had died to protect him! The protection was supposed to keep him safe from Voldemort, the dark lord whom had supposedly temporarily lost his powers the day that he had failed to kill Harry and whom would one day return to be even more powerful and terrible than before, and his followers.

Suddenly all the weird things that happened to harry when he was younger made sense. How the sticks that his Uncle used to beat him suddenly turned soft after a few hits. How his bruises faded the next day and why he was suddenly able to escape from Dudley's gang that day. A feeling of pain yet wonder engulfed him. At that moment he realised that no amount of listening to anything Aunt Petunia had said would have made her like him any better. No matter how hard he tried, his Aunt and Uncle would never look at him in approval and the reason for this was his "unnaturalness" as his Aunt put it.

The sense of fear and uncertainty was replaced by hope. Surely if whatever his Aunt said was true, there were people out there who would be like him. Who would be able to accept him. But surely if they cared about him.. they wouldn't have left him with his Aunt and Uncle! His Aunt had mentioned how they had abandoned him at their door step right after the dark lord had been defeated by him. (his Aunt showed him the letter which said how the dark lord had been defeated by him when he was a small child. At that point during her rant she had exclaimed about how they had abandoned him right after he saved their world. How ungrateful and irresponsibly treated their kind she had snorted)

No. He decided. He would have to change his whole appearance and his life if he were to survive in the wizarding world. After all.. A dark lord was sure to have followers and these followers might still be around after just 8 years. He would have to protect himself and find a way into his parent's world. His parents wouldn't have left him alone in the world to struggle by himself. The first thing he would need would be information. Yes. Information to get things straight and sorted out. He would have to find a way to visit the wizarding world and hopefully they might have some sort of library where he could study what happened to him on that dreadful day that cost him his family and any chance he could have had at a normal life.

Unfortunately the situation meant that a mere child was forced to leave his house and work out life on his own. Harry finally heard the words he dreaded the most and he had no choice but to face the fact that he was all alone in the world.

After all the exclaiming and the shouting and the sudden discovery of his past and his possible future, and while Harry was absorbing all these things he was jolted back to reality by his Aunt who shouted,

"I expect you out of the house in the morning. I don't care what you do with your life you will not mention that you we abandoned you or anything. We don't want the police turning up with you."

That night, he closed his eyes and thought about the times he magically (he now knew that they were not coincidences and strange occurrences) managed to escape situations. At those times, he always felt the most desperately and now he focused on changing his appearance so no one would be able to recognize him. He imagined himself with very common and normal short brown hair and brown eyes complete with a face that was unremarkable. Something that would allow him to go unnoticed...

The next morning, Harry glanced into the mirror near the door of the house he was never able to consider his home even though he had spent 8 years there. He was surprised to see a brown haired average looking 9 year old boy staring back at him. He then remembered trying to change his looks the night before. Looking in the mirror, he was satisfied that he wouldn't be able to stand out in the crowd. Looking into the mirror he decided that he would call himself Dave Spencer.

The 9 year old Harry stood shivering at the doorstep of his aunt and uncle. Holding a small plastic bag containing a few personal items and some food he managed to sneak from the fridge when his Aunt and Uncle were still sleeping the next morning. His eyes teared up as he thought of his new life alone in the world. How would he find any sign of anything magical in London? He angrily wiped away the tears before they fell. There wasn't any use crying. No one ever solved anything by crying. He closed his eyes and imagined himself in a home and with a 'pop' he appeared in front of a pair of huge double doors...

A.N. This is still in the process of developing.