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Beyond the Boundaries of Reality


Chapter 1 - Prelude

He was one year old when it happened.

The whole cottage trembled for a moment, with an ominous sound. The lights flickered, plunging the house in darkness for an instant, then came back. The magical protections, powered by ancient runes and glyphs were no more, and instead, an eerie haze settled instead, feeling slippery to the magical senses. The fireplace flashed and the flames turned red. It could only mean one thing.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

James Potter, the last of his line, stared at his wife with wide hazel eyes as she looked at him with cold, hateful eyes. He did not notice the wand she was holding in her hand.

"Lily, what in the name of," he started, only to stop abruptly.

A green light flashed through the room, and soon enough, the sound of something heavy crumpling on the floor, then down the stairs, was heard.

"I'm so sorry…" whispered Lily Potter, then turned around and walked purposefully to the crib, a green fluorescent orb of smoke hanging on the tip of her wand. She had a job to do.

A baby looked up and saw his mother, a smile adorned his small face and hazel eyes filled with mirth, then looked at the glow surrounding the wand she was holding and let out a laugh.

"I hope you can forgive me." She said as she lifted her wand once more.

The baby's world exploded into a cacophony of lights and sounds and he started wailing, tears streaking down mixing with the blood pouring from a lightning-bolt shaped would on his forehead.

"Stand aside, girl" a new voice began, as a figure appeared in the doorway, but was interrupted by an explosion, the shock wave traveling hundreds of miles around the small town of Godric's Hollow.

Later that night, when the baby opened his eyes again, they were green.


Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were proud to say that they were perfectly normal people, who lived in a perfectly normal house and, were proud to say they their garden had the smoothest and greenest grass in the whole neighbourhood. They had an adorable son, Dudley, who they loved very much, and overall, their family would have been the perfect picture of normalcy if it were not for another detail; they had a nephew who was anything but normal.

At four years of age, Harry Potter was an exceedingly bright boy. He was well-mannered, spoke clearly, and had an abnormal amount of intelligence glistening behind his emerald green eyes. He had a skinny and slightly small body for his age, messy black hair with a few strands of red and wore clothes which were much too large for his small stature. He performed his assignments promptly, took care of his needs without assistance and quite frankly, the teachers in the nursery were baffled that his guardians, the Dursleys, did nothing dismiss their praises or concerns.

His aunt and uncle were no non-sense kind of people who did not accept any strange behaviour, and his cousin, at the tender age of four, had already found his calling in a game called 'Harry Hunting' where Harry was his personal punching bag, but he couldn't often catch him. Harry didn't look it, but he was fast and agile. Behind the veil of normalcy, Harry's life was anything but normal.

Perhaps it had something to do with living in the dark cupboard under the stairs, or the strange way the spiders behaved around him – the cupboard where he slept was full of them. Perhaps it had something to do with the strange things that happened around him when he was particularly excited, or frustrated.

And today, Harry was particularly excited, and it was not because his last day of school before the summer break just ended or the fact that his fifth birthday was coming in a few weeks. Neither was he excited at the prospect of leaving Privet Drive, his trunk already packed. No, Harry was excited for a completely different reason.

Today was the day his magic was finally unlocked.

Whereas before, he could only get bouts of accidental magic, he had full control over his magical pathways now, and could control his magic consciously – although in a very limited fashion, without a focus. But that was about to change, as he had finally the means to go to Diagon Alley, the British magical district.

One might wonder how Harry Potter knew all about his magic and the magical world.

The truth is, he wasn't exactly Harry Potter.


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