A/N: Well, I promised another story, and here it is. I'll try to update every week and a half to two weeks, but it will depend because I have camps and football this summer. So, enjoy.

Harry Potter and the Legend Unknown

By Waths4523

Chapter One: Of Some Answers and Many More Questions

Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. If you asked most people they would say that it was a perfect neighborhood. Great lawns, friendly people, and close to exceptional schools. But Number Four held a secret inside its walls.

That secret's name is Harry Potter, and to him, Number Four Privet Drive is torture.

The family that he lives with is enough to drive any sane person straight to the loony bin. Everything they did was so…. Normal. They woke up at the exact same time every day, had the same breakfast at the same time everyday, and they all came home from school and work each day at the same time.

It drove Harry mad sometimes. The only divergence to this schedule was when Harry and Dudley where at school, Vernon was at work and Petunia was at one of her Gossip Meetings. So basically the only time they didn't see each other for dinning was lunch.

The rest of the meals, Harry had to cook. Which wasn't so bad, at least for him. Being forced to learn to cook at the age of four by Petunia gave him an odd love for cooking.

Sure, when you can barely reach over the stove and are forced to eat smaller portions than the rest of the family it takes the love out cooking, but he got over it. He always called it one of those, "Familiarity breeds contempt," kind of things.

Although, he wouldn't mind if his uncle and cousin would each lose about two hundred pounds.

The topic of his 'uncle' brought up the fact that Harry was supposed to be outside doing yard work for him right now. That was one of the few mercies that he got from his uncle. He had to cut the grass then water it, trim the hedges and pull weeds from Petunia's garden twice a week but only when most of the neighbors weren't looking or were at work.

Why you might ask? It was for the simple fact that if they were to look outside and see a boy who looked to be about eleven (when he was actually almost thirteen) who had faded bruises every where doing all that yard work in the hot summer sun then going inside and doing most of the work there, it would raise questions. Questions that the Dursley's didn't want to answer, with the worst of them being, "Do they abuse you, son?"

As Harry walked into the storage shed that housed the lawn mower, he began to think on that question. Sure they never full-on beat the tar out of him, but they were much more subtle. It would be a careless work like "Freak," here from Petunia, or a bruise on the chest and leg from Vernon there, but nothing that was overly visible.

The real pain came from Dudley. Him and his "Gang", as he called them would sometimes sneak up on Harry and slug him. Other times they would chase him around the neighborhood just for fun. Even though Harry was scrawny and short for his age, he was fast. He mostly was able to out run them, but on the off chance they would catch him by running him into a corner, he would come limping home with a busted eye or a bruised lip or even a broken arm. The craziest things about these times were that when ever he had a really serious or painful injury like something broken, it would always be mostly healed by the following morning.

Almost like magic, Harry mused.

It was just a joking thought, but the very words stirred something deep in his mind. Like a memory that he knew was there but couldn't seem to trace to back to its origin.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity in a few seconds, Harry managed to find the memory. It was of a pale boy with dark hair in front of a mirror hissing to a portrait on the wall behind him.

As soon as the image started, it was over. To Harry, it almost seemed like it wasn't even his memory but yet; it felt oddly comforting and familiar. Like he had been missing something in his life and it was finally filled now.

As Harry left the shed with the push mower in front of him, he was startled when a large, majestic, grey owl landed on the mower almost even with his face. The worst part- to Harry- was that the owl was carrying a letter? If it could even be descried as that, in its beak.

Deciding on an impulse, after analyzing the letter for danger of course, he chose to open it. Little did he see his uncle pull up the drive way for a quick lunch.

Once Harry turned the letter over, he noticed that the seal was that of a Snake, Lion, Badger and a Raven all around a large H.

After break said seal, Harry pulled the two letters inside it out. Using his quick thinking, he decided to read the first letter first, as it looked like it was maybe an introductory letter.

Opening the letter, Harry quickly read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for your fourth year.

In the next letter you will find and enclosed supply list, along with a ticket for the Hogwarts Express.

Term starts on September 1st, and we await you owl replying back no later than July 31st.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Finishing the letter, Harry noticed the owl fly off. Guess it thinks its job is done, he thought to himself.

After a few more seconds, the weight of the contents of the letter start to sink in.

"What! I'm a wizards and magic is real?" Harry whispers out loud. "The Dursley's always said that magic wasn't real, so maybe they were lying about…"

But Harry didn't get to finish that train of thought as the back door opened and in its threshold was the massive girth of Vernon Dursley. Apparently he had seen him reading the letter and the owl fly off.

"What the Devil do you think you're doing boy! You good for nothing freak. I should pound you right now and make you forget about all this magic nonsense. Fat load of good it did for your idiotic parents."

Once he finished that sentence, something snapped inside of Harry. It felt like a dam had been holding back thousands of gallons of water and had been just now been opened.

He let it go all the power and energy at once, and that's when the shit hit the wall…

A/N: I know this wasn't a real chapter. It's a prologue for the real story. The actual first chapter should be out in about two or three weeks. Until then, favorite, review (or flame) this chapter as much as you like.

-Waths4523