My name is Harry James Potter.

I was born in July in a nice familly, my parents were James and Lily Potter.

We were living a pleasant life until, some time after my first year, my parents were heartlessly mudered by a man who called himself Voldemort.

And my aunt and uncle "adopted" me as they didn't really have the choice.

They always told me that my parents died in a car accident.

My life was a living hell.

It wasn't until one day as I went from school to my Uncle's house, I was thinking about my parent's death.

The sun was slowly making his exit and the darkness was going stronger by the second, so did my spirit.

I had always been kind of wandering, if they knew how I was being treated by my aunt and uncle.

What would they think ? Their relationship had to be very bad, for me to be treated so.

I kept on looking at the ground trying to collect memories that I had created myself.

Memories of me with my parents, how we lived happily before.

Then I bumped into someone.

"Oh excuse me" I said "I didn't mean to . Are you alright ?" I asked completely stressed out.

The old man stood up and eyed me from head to toe.

"No It's all right don't worry." He said in a calming voice. He sounded quite old and I couldn't see his face because of his hood.

"But you, are YOU alright ?" he asked in return although making it clear he wasn't referring to our crash.

"Yes, thanks." I said straightaway, just like I always did.

"How old are you ?"

"I'm six, sir."

"I can see so much pain and hatred in your heart boy…" he said knowingly.

"No, I'm fine... just fine, I'm sorry but I need to go." I said quickly, starting to leave.

The old man put his hood down.

The first thing I saw was his long white beard, and long straight white hair.

He also had slanted eyes, they were deep black, looking hypnotically at me with his white eyebrows up as if he had always knew all about my life.

"I can see you want to understand don't you child ? You want to find peace inside ??"

"Excuse me but I have to go ..." he started to sound like those people who enrol you in a sect and I was starting to get nervous.

I walked past him until I heard him shout to me."

"Ever thought of martial arts to manage your anger and hatred ?"

When I turned around he was just a few centimetres behind me.

"Uh ?" I couldn"t believe how fast this old man was moving !

"Sorry but I really don't have the time" thinking my uncle would be watching the clock, just by now, hoping that I would be late enough not to have dinner.

"Well in case you change your mind, I'll be glad to count you as my apprentice, if you are ever interested, come to 15, jimfound place. It's not far from here. It is where I train."

"Yes I know the place ... Thank you sir good bye." I said smiling politely and heading quickly to Vernon's house.

As soon as I unlocked the door, I was "welcomed" by a tribunal, waiting to sentence me.

"Ah Potter what were you doing ???" screamed Vernon.

I looked at the clock, I was 3 minutes later than usual.

"I'm sorry sir, but it looks like I got all the traffic lights wrong..." I lied .

"Oh yes ?? Is that how you are going to play it ? Fine that will make both of us ! No dinner for you tonight, but before you enter your nice little cupboard…" he smiled evilly.

"Look at what we received this morning" he said holding up a paper which had my school emblem on it.

I winced.

"Well "he continued "How are your math grades ???" He said not letting his smile go.

I opened my mouth to answer but I didn't get the chance to justify myself.

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR LAME EXCUSES !!!!"he screamed throwing the paper in my face.

He breathed and then said slowly and menacingly

" You are going to go to remedial class the teacher say ... You are lucky that this class is free !!! I guess there is no such thing as second best there is only one place for a genius and that's my Dudley's ! If we didn't have to pay for paternity test I would have to submit you to one, to make sure you DO have some of his blood in your veins ! Just look at how good his math grades are ! Why do I eben bother explaining this to you anyway? It's not like you would take any lesson from it !" he finally said completely loosing his temper.

Dudley math's grades were first the only ones worth looking at, and second it wasn't because of any special hardworking or any gift as Vernon liked to put it.

It was because he was always cheating in class so, of course his grades were high, only in this class though, because in the others he wasn't that easy, teacher were keeping an eye on him.

"If you don't make any effort, I will have to put you in a special school…"he said using his menacing tone again.

When his uncle was talking about a special school he meant St Genevieve de Clairbure, which was a boarding school.

The pupils would spent their free time working, nothing else. They weren't allowed to go out, It was a very catholic school, but it had a special department, which held "troublemakers", where the pupils were told how to get right with "the lord".

I gritted my teeth and frown just imagining what it would be like.

"Now go to bed." He said dismissing me.

I left.

A/N: REPOSTED !!!! hope you like !