I do not own Harry Potter . If I did I would have every freaking shoe I wanted. But thanks to J.k.Rowling we have Harry Potter.
This is my first attempt at Harry Potter fanfic. I only had read so far and now decided to write something of my own.
"NO! Not my son! Please let him live! Kill me, take me but not my son", wailed a fiery red woman begging for her son's life. She was standing in front of her son trying to protect him from the killer in their home.
The man, scratch that barely human anymore started laughing at the woman's foolishness and pointed a stick at her that he was carrying."I will only say this one last time girl. Get aside and i shall let you live your life peaceful. I only want that boy and not you".
"Never!! You will have to kill me to get to my son" said the red head. The man with snake-like red eyes only nodded in response and utter two dreadful words.
"Avada Kedavara". Green light launched itself at the woman who fell on the floor lifeless, dead.
The man moved towards the baby boy who was in his crib crying. The man started with same dreadful words but stopped when he looked in the boy's eyes. They were startling green just the same color which had killed the lady before. He was stunned for a moment beacause of it.
"Avada Kedavara". Similar light once more came into existence running towards the boy who clenched his eyes and hands tightly. It stopped a mere inch in front of him which caused the killers eyes to go wide in fear and horror and shock which had never happened before. The spell rebounded towards the man who failed to escape in time and screeched in pain. Absolute pain.
Pain in my head. Pain in my head. The boy suddenly woke up. It was the same dream he had most of his night. Then the pain along with it was excruciating. The boy once more tried to sleep in his bed which was Cupboard Under Stairs. Harry Potter once more tried to sleep but failing miserably.
It was a bright sunny morning. The Dursleys were proud to say that they were normal. But were they really normal? Everything had changed on one fateful night. 31st October 1981. No one knew what had happened and only one boy came out alive of it. Harry Potter. He never had a chance to know more about his parents, nor did he have a chance to play with them. The Dursleys had said Harry that his parents had died in car crash when they were comming back from party and were very drunk. They always used to say that the Potters were alcholic.
Harry used to think that someone would come and save him and take him away from his cupboard. The day Harry was dumped at No.4 Privet Drive, Surrey was the day young Harry's life had changed for bad.
By age of 3 he was forced to do all the work around the house without any help.
If he failed to do so his his uncle Vernon would punish him and starve him for days.
His uncle was so fat that it would appear that he had very little to no neck and would turn mixed shade of red and purple whenever angry. Harry used to wonder how his fat and blobby uncle was still alive after gaining so much weight.
And then there was Harry's aunt. Petunia Dursley. She was very much opposite from her husband. Petunia was still a bit healthy just a small amount of body fats here and there. But what made her look ugly was her horse like face and long girrafe like neck. It was as if she had any revenge to exact with her nephew Harry.
And final member of family was a small whale of Harry's age. Dudley Dursley. Harry never understood why any parents would name their son as Dudley. Such a badly thought name, isn't it? He was size of a baby whale by age of 3 and still Vernon and Petunia thought that their dear "Duddykins" was so weak and small. The fat boy had a lot of toys and would still for more. He a room just for his toys, whereas Harry only had a couple of toys which were all broken by Dudley just becaused they had gotten old and he did not want them anymore.
It was Harry's 4th birthday in two days. 30th July. He had not received a single gift in his entire life time. On his 2nd birthday he had recieved a pair of sock which had holes in it. His uncle had said that he should be very grateful that a "freak" like him had gotten something on his birthday. On his 3rd birthdagly he had asked his aunt and uncle if he could get a new shirt as he was only given Dudley's old and worn down clothes. What he recieved was not good at all.
"Why should we get you anything, you freak?" was the only question his uncle had asked. His uncle started dragging him towards the cupborad under the stairs which Harry had started thinking as his hell where he would be punished for anything he did wrong.
"I will answer you why you don't deserve anything for your birthday you ungarteful freak" his uncle bellowed which scared poor Harry. Vernon started unbuckling his belt to punish the small boy in front of him.
With every slash that he recieved from his uncle's belt he felt his back turning red about to bleed once more. This was not first time Harry was beaten so badly by his uncle. He could nothing to stop uncle Vernon from beating him to a pulp. But then something happened that no one could explain. There was a quick but very brief flash of bright white light. Harry had to cover his light because of how bright it was. Then everything seemed to stop all of sudden and Harry dared to look at his uncle and was shocked to see that he had fallen unconcious with his leather belt still clutched tightly in his hand.
Petunia came to what had happened and paled at the sight in front of her. She started sputtering, unable to form even a single sensible word much less a sentence. One look at her nephew and she started at her angrily.
"What did you do to him boy", aunt Petunia shreiked looking deathly pale."Vernon dear are you alright? Please answer me Vernon", Petunia asked her husband. She threw one last look at Harry deciding to punish him later.
She started dragging her husband leaving behind fainted boy in his cupboard who had fainted just after light had vanished.
Outside No.4 Privet Drive there was an old man observing everything that was going inside the house but did nothin to stop it. No, he was watching everything play right before his eyes as he smiled coldly and his blue eyes twinkling like stars at night. He was happy with what was happening at he watched the fat man unbuckling his belt.
Unkown to him, he was being observed by yet another man who had grey colored eyes and looked much younger than the man with blue eyes. He had known him for a very long time and also was his friend once. But their friendship had broken because of the man with blue eyes being too manupulative and not knowing when to stop. He already had destroyed families thinking that he knew what was best for everything. This man knew why the old man was watching everything quietly but not doing anything. The man with grey eyes knew he had to do something to stop it but could not intervene for another two days.
Suddenly there was a bright light which could be seen from one of the windows. Both men outside were shocked beyond any reasons and both had different reasons behind their shock.
The man with grey eyes decided that he would wait for another two days before moving in. He promptly disappeared in thin air quietly.
Harry gained conciousness and looked around the cupboard. He went out quietly without making and noises when he heard someone shouting which he realised were his aunt and uncle. He was right outside their bedroom.
"...dare he use his freakishness in my house?!" his uncle voice bellowed from in side the room. Harry had no idea what this "freakishness meant which his uncle was talking about. He stood quitely trying to listen some more.
When he came out of his thoughts he heard her aunt replying which was more like shouting,"I know. How dare he use his freakishness on our normal family?! I will punish him for what he did to you Vernon dear".
Harry scurried away quickly but as quitely as possible towards the cupboard knowing what would happen next. Petunia banged open the door to cupboard and slapped Harry right across face before she started strangling him. Harry tried to free himself from her grip but failing misreably. He was having trouble breathing and was again loosing his conciousness quickly. Harry's aunt left once she was satisfied that he was punished adequately and kicked him in his already weak ribs and closed the door behind him.
