All was quit in the streets as darkness fell upon Godric's Hollow. The night seemed to allow those who thought they were safe from the darkness to sleep in calmness. But they were wrong when dark hooded figures marched behind a single man who was beyond the balance of evil and good. Most won't utter his name as it bestowed fear into the hearts of many.
His name was Lord Voldemort one of the most powerful wizards and most bright but as he feared death he sought out a way to make himself and his followers immortal so he could bring balance to the wizarding world. He had a simple goal but with that goal his soul he had shattered made him do incomprehensible damage causing a war between Dumbledore and those who thought they were that of the light. Lord Voldemort was on his way to kill the child that was destined to kill him.
This man had done wonderful things before he shattered his soul through the darkest arts he could find.
Dumbledore was on the side if the light but he holds a complicated past as he had never helped those he knew who were in bad situations other then if it helped him in someway to gain something in return. This had to stop and Tom Riddle was going to do it but he had to show how evil Dumbledore was truly and one thing lead to the next and somehow on that path he lost his way and became Lord Voldemort.
Tonight was to mark a hard and miserable life for one boy as Lord Voldemort had kiled his parents then survived the killing curse. This night marked the many long battles he would have to fight for others as he was orphaned and left alone in the world. This would start anew for the toddler. This marked a new age for Harry Potter as he was sent to his mother's sisters to live.
But the odd thing was that he grew up not with them as they had sent him away from them as far as they could. They had a chance to get rid of the boy and they did. They left him in Gotham a ruthless city of thugs and dark superheroes. But I am getting ahead of myself in the story so lets rewind and find out how this Harry Potter ended up in Gotham City in the first place.
So everyone knows that Dumbledoor left Harry on his oh so loving aunt's and uncle's door step. So we can skip this part to were we can follow young Harry.
A boy sat in the corner of the library reading a book on theories of magic. Each day he sits down in the corner not even bothering to sit in one of the many chairs that litter the library. This boy had unruly thick black hair, a big broken pair of glasses that he still had a problem seeing through as he knew he needed a stronger prescription and these glasses covered big emerald doe like eyes that most would be so envious about.
This boy wore oversized and coloured faded clothing you would think he was homeless. This was the infamous Harry Potter but like the muggles even knew about that. Hey even Harry himself doesn't know he is famous in the wizarding world or even that it exists for that matter.
He was just content reading in his claimed corner of his little sanctuary, he never attended school or even had any shots that should be given to a child his age. Oh i forgot to say his age didn't I well our Harry is right now at the ripe age of six years old but he has known of suffering since his time at the Dursley's.
The library always had to scooted the boy out after hours as he lost the track of time. When Harry walked back to the place that barely feed or clothed him decently, always called out for anything they thought he had done wrong or even when he didn't do anything he would be given unfair treatment.
This day was would mark another turn for this young boy's life as he got back to his aunt's house.
His body trembled as he knew he would be hit for being back late, he was punished with pain for anything they could think up on.
"Boy pack your things we all are going to America to do some business along with sight seeing. Sadly no one can look after you and I don't need you burning my house down. So you are coming, you are to be silent through this trip if you want to come back." A man who was the size of the biggest pig he could think of grunted out unhappily.
Harry nodded his understanding and went to the cupboard and packed the few clothes he had into a ragged bag. He heard the lock on his cupboard locked that had him locked in for the night.
The next day was better as he was on the window seat as his cousin was afraid of looking out the window saying it was safer away from anything. Harry watched the take off and the landing never feeling so free before. But he was yanked out of the plane and into a different city and country.
The noise, the people and the bustling fic of the city was different from the cupboard and library he was used to.
He hid behind his uncle and his family not wanting to be seen since the last time he was seen outside with them got him hurt bad. He had been unable to move for a while leaving him with a slight limp in his walk. He knew he had to keep up or he would risk angering his uncle further.
They got to their hotel and he sat in the furthest corner away from anyone in the decent sized two bed room hotel.
They left him here in the corner forgetting about him easily. Well he knew he was orphaned and they told him often and used hateful words towards him but it was all normal for him.
The pain, the fear, the hateful stares and more, he sat there and fell asleep against the wall. The week went by with him staying in that room without food but he was glad he had access to the bathroom which he had showered and had something to drink. But he just sat there waiting for any scraps from his family but got none as the ate out and forgot to bring anything back for him.
Harry sat there patient and quiet as he had yet any word to say. He watched the window when they were gone site seeing but as the week was coming to a close they had packed back up and made there way to the airport.
His eyes widen when his family was moving fast and further away as he was caught and slowed by the people in the airport.
He knew if he lost them he would be lost here and they would not want him back if they had to come get him. He tried to catch up but the pant leg was stepped on and he fell, no one bothering to help him back up.
He looked at his small bag which had ripped open had his belongings splayed out in front of him. Harry rushed to stuff his stuff back into his bag and ran to the plane entrance. "I am sorry but the plane has left does your family know your here?" A woman asked sickly sweet as he saw it. He shook his head and backed away from her and ran for the entrance of the airport.
His last of his family abandon him in another country, they didn't wait up as they completely ignored him and left him alone in Gotham City. His fear gripped his heart as he ran into the streets moving around and through people. He went down an alley and hid in a box away from people and there prying eyes. He knew he was not to be seen or heard or bad things happened to them.
