Harry Potter: A Dark Story
A/N: Okay so this is my first story. Please forgive any cliché. I work well with constructive criticism and don't like flamers.
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A young boy sat in a orphange alone. He didn't care though. He preferred it this way. He was better than these filthy beast. He could do things they couldn't. Hurt them. Kill them. Control them. He could speak to snakes. This boy is Harry Potter. And today is his eleventh birthday.
Harry sat up, the matron was calling his name.
"Yes, Mrs. Wyatt?" He called from the door of his room.
"Theres A man here to see you." she called back hatefully. He growled hatefully. He hated that bitch. Though he wandered who was here to see him. Walking down the stairs he saw a short little man With a graybeard.
" Hello Mister-"
"Flitwick. professor Filius Flitwick."
"Might I enquire why your here?"
"Mister Potter, I work at a school osorcery called Hogwarts. now"
"So magics what i can do"
"What exactly can you do"
"Move things, change things, etc. I can also speak to snakes."
"Yes mister Potter. You are extremely special. You were powerful at birth. And you survived A KIlling curse From the Dark Lord, who murdered your parents. You also defeated him." Flitwick was a little jumpy by now "to get your school items ' need your key, your family is very old and rich" Flitwick handed over the vault key and the letter." Now in london on Cherrings Cross theres a place called the Leaky cauldron. Go in and ask for Tom. He will point you to Diagon ally." with that Flitwick left.