CHAPTER 1

Night Glows and Tests

My name is Harry Potter; I have the master status of a squib.

When I was born both my parents thought I would inherit their gift and talent for magic. They waited for the day that I would start showing signs of it.

I can still remember the warm glow of the night glows my mom would cast in the nursery. They were the only thing that would lull me to sleep when her heartbeat couldn't. When I was four and my mom cast the spell to make the night glows I remember thinking, 'This is magic'.

I wasn't talking about the night glows. I was talking about my mom's love. I was able to sleep peacefully each night, because I knew, sub-consciously, the next day I would wake up to her love that was unconditional, for the most part…

By the time I was four-and-a-half my brother started to do things; things that signaled that he had inherited our parents' talents and gifts with magic.

We both turned five and I still hadn't produced anything.

By the time I turned six my parents started to worry and I started to feel a shift. I wasn't changing and my parent didn't know what to do.

Three months before I turned seven I was taken to the doctor. Well, in my parents' world they're known as healers. To me it's all the same.

Tests were performed and specialists were called in.

Two weeks, six days, seventeen hours and fourteen minutes later the doctors knew what was wrong.

I didn't have any magic.

They had a word for such a condition; squib.

My parents were devastated. Utterly and completely devastated.

The doctor leading my case said there was nothing to be done. No therapy to see if what little magic I did have could be cultivated and enhanced. They didn't have any medicinal regiments to give me. They had nothing. They did nothing. That was the day I was given a social black mark in the wizarding world.

The day they documented that I was a squib was the day my night glow magic disappeared.

Looking back I'm upset and bitter towards those doctors. You see every living thing has a bit of magic in it, but there are individuals' whose bodies have cultivated and matured enough magic within their bodies and are capable of physically manifesting it. This is mostly due to genetics.

Like a being able roll your tongue. Everyone may likely to be able to do it, but only those whose parents had the genetic ability to do would be able to.

Tongue rolling is a domiant genetic trait. Just like magic.

That's why you can have two parents that don't have magic and they end up having a child that can do magic.

You see, two parents can have a child and they both can carry a dominate magical gene, that they eventually pass on to their child. Easy, yes? Well, not exactly. It's not that simple actually. Just like the parents had the dominate gene the child will have it do. The genes make it more likely that the child will be capable of performing magic, but doesn't guarantee that the child will. There has to be an environmental trigger.

The environmental trigger for magic?

Extreme emotional upset.

You see my brother was a very fussy child. Easily upset over any little thing. As he got older he mellowed out.

I on the other hand was a calm child that didn't get upset easy. I was shy and not easily upset by things. I got nervous and fidgety, but nothing cause my magic to react. As I got older I became more in tuned with my short temper, just like my mom.

See why I'm bitter? No?

Well, let me tell you how they tested for my magic.

I was surrounded by doctors and nurses, a bit unnerving but I was raised to be respectful and not fear adults. I wasn't prodded or poked. I was very well taken care of. The nurses talked to me sweetly and the doctors talked to me like an adult and not like I was a baby.

My parents sat to the side and didn't look a bit worried. They weren't worried so I wasn't it.

The kicker though was I was surrounded by magic. Magic that I had no negative relation to; I had never experienced painful magic. To me magic was safety and comfort. It was home and love.

My environmental trigger didn't go off. Genetics duped the magic.

See why I'm bitter? Yes? Good.

For the next few months things were tough. My parents physically withdrew from me. My mom started to stop doing little things. Like the fact when I would wonder into her room and rest my head on her stomach and she would play with my hair. Before I knew it she started to make excuses.

"My tummy, hurts right now sweetie."

"Harry, you're a big boy now. No more tummy lie downs."

Soon she would just move me or get up and leave the room. I missed the little things. Hugs, tummy lie downs, a pat on the head, tickles, hell at one point I think I would've taken a spanking if it meant that my mom would touch me because she wanted to.

With my dad, he stopped using nicknames.

It was small at first. I didn't really notice at first. He started by dropping the small names, like champ, ace, kiddo, my boy, and slugger.

Then he started to slowly stop using the personal nicknames; swagbag, Beetle bug, and Harry.

I soon became Henry to my father. When I was eight I got mad and told him I liked Harry more. His response?

"I don't believe in using nicknames, Henry. My father didn't like them. I don't care for them much either."

Not five minutes later he was yelling to my godfather, "Padfoot! Good to see you!"

I think my parents were awkward and inexperienced parents. They probably weren't ready to be parents at the age of nineteen and when a problem came along they panicked and tried to sweep it under the rug. Their panic, disregard, and behavior was what helped build up to my trigger.

AN: You all asked for it and I got pulled into it too. Here we go! Here starts to multi-chapter story of Master Status Squib!Harry. I've got up to chapter four typed out, but if anyone out there has beta and wouldn't mind being mine, or if anyone knows a good beta that's willing to work on a story send them my way. I would appreciate it! I'm off or work till Monday so hopefully from today till Monday I can work on this story. Once work rolls back into my life I'll probably take more time planning them out, but I have a good idea where I want to go with story, sort of…

Squib!Harry is being all mysterious to me and not really revealing much. Little by little though, I'm finding out who he is. I hope you enjoyed. Please review. Even if it's just to tell me you like it or when is the next chapter coming out. Critiques would be wonderful too. Please be mature and thoughtful. Thank you to all of you who faved A Serious Discussion and Master Status. Thank you thankyou!