Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all relating characters do not belong to me.
Prologue
Harry potter learned at an early age that no cared about him. At two he would sit in his dirty diaper crying for someone, anyone to hold him. At four he sat in his cupboard tending a burn he got from cooking his family dinner. At six he laid in his cupboard fighting of the darkness of being unconscious where he had been thrown after he got kicked around for not finishing his chores. At eight he looked around the alleyway he had just been dumped in nursing his broken ribs. At ten he found out about magic.
This is my first story so please review and tell me what you think.
