I don't own Harry Potter, this is a fanfiction only.
If you want a friendly, peaceful Harry then this is not the fanfiction for you, you have been warned.
My story began in a rather strange way. Most kids expect that you would grow up with your parents, who love and teach you things about life. Tough discipline, fair and lots of care. That was not the care for me, not by a long way off.
As far as I know I been growing up with my Aunt Petunia, and her husband Vernon. I don't even want to think what my cousin will do in his future. Looking at the way they feed him, my guess it's either an early death or a quadruple amputee.
You probably are wondering what is my name, well I got two of them actually. The one in school role is Harry James Potter, and the one my supposed relative call me Freak. I hear the second name more times than the first, that shows you how loving and caring my home life is.
My room is in the room under the stairs, the one where they have the boiler. As food, I get a crust of week old bread, a slice of moldy cheese and a whole lot of carrots that my cousin takes out of his meals. Dudley hates carrot and I get every piece of food he hates, cause Vernon hates to waste food. I get one meal a day and that is if I didn't do something to upset them.
The upside of this is my vision is perfect, so no need to wear glasses anymore and my bowels are as regular as a city bus when I can use the bathroom that is. Mostly I have to use the public bath in the park.
Now I know most of you are wondering how in the world do I survive in a family that feeds me like this? It's actually very, very simple, I eat any stray animal I can get my hands on, and I get plenty.
The truth is the town I live in had a massive problem with stray animals since most people consider spay and neuter a rather cruel thing to do to anything, let alone a puppy or a cat. When I am hungry the cute adorable kitten or puppy only means one thing to me and that is either breakfast, lunch or dinner.
Since I was ten the problem with stray animals was mysteriously solved it seems, so much so the dog catcher was fired and now works as a custodian at my elementary school.
How can I be eating all these stray? That is the other part that my relatives don't know. I am a full-fledged werewolf, I kid you not I change every full moon. I actually run away from home to do it where people aren't around. My relatives actually give me extra food as thanks for doing that.
You must also be wondering why don't I just rip them up and have a buffet with the lot of them. I mean they don't feed me right, insult me or beat me any chance the get.
I guess I should say it's because I have plenty of self-control and am very disciplined about what I feel and can control my urges. If I was forced fed truth serum I would say the actual reason, and that is that I find the idea of eating any part of them to be completely and utterly disgusting.
This is coming from a boy that turns into a wolf every single full moon, and I have been accused of being able to lick my own balls. I, of course, don't do that, and I don't walk on all fours most of the time.
Eleven years went by and nothing changed in the house if you asked how many people lived at number four Pivet Drive, the answer the sensor always got was three and a pet. I guess you can tell who is the pet in that reference, and no it's not Dudley no matter how much of a pig he looks like.
Dudley was for his birthday going on a trip to the zoo. "Now I know we can't leave the Freak all alone in the house, no telling what damage it might do when we are gone. So we are taking the Freak with us to the zoo. Maybe he will appreciate how good his life is in our house then."
I looked at Petunia pretending to be quite happy, in reality, what I would notice I expect that I actually would prefer to live in the zoo, than with them. The zookeepers are actually Humane and I would eat things that are healthy, but if I dared to say that out loud my Uncle Vernon would get to do the thing he loves to do most, beat me up with a baseball bat.
In eleven years I grew up to be a rather strong, nice height, and some girls would even call attractive young man. My cousin, on the other hand, looked like he had type 2 diabetes, needed daily insulin shots, and is bound to end up in a wheelchair before the age of thirty.
One reason for my frequent beating, and one reason why I hate the prison, I mean the home that I am forced to live in. If I tried to run away and I have, I would be dragged back by a police officer and I would get beat up for causing trouble to the police, Petunia would say why didn't the dog catcher take me to the pound.
As you can tell I have many, many reasons why I just love my Aunt, Uncle and my dear Cousin, as in I would love for them to end up like my parents did in that car crash instead of my parents.
As I walked through the zoo, I saw many other animals that were getting a much better treatment than me. It was until I got to the snake exhibit that I saw the single most pathetic thing ever, at least until that day.
Dudley and his little stooges knocking on the glass trying to get a giant Boa to move. Guess what? I guess nobody told my Cousin that he didn't always get what he wanted. The snake looked like she was bored to tears. As soon as the three stooges went away I walked up to the same display.
I looked at the snake and at my idiot cousin, "I am sorry about that, my idiot cousin can be such a spoiled brat. You must have been so annoyed by him doing that, I am very sorry. You must have thought it was as annoying as I did."
She slowly slithered and she was looking at my face when she began to nod her head in agreement. "So where are you from?" She began to point her tail at the little sign on the window. "Boa Constrictor, Brazil."
Well, I never met a foreigner before I was curious about where she came from naturally, "So was it nice there?" She pointed at the same sign again, and this time tapping the glass. "Bred in captivity."
"So you never been to Brazil, sorry to hear that. Don't you worry, you probably get better treatment here than I do back home? Do you get lots of food, treat you when you are sick, and give you a comfy place to sleep?"
She began to nod her head and that is when I heard a scream I never thought I would hear. "BIG D COME AND LOOK! YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT THAT SNAKE IS DOING!" Just before I could do anything he runs to where I was and without a care in the world he sucker punches me. "GET OUT OF THE WAY FREAK!"
Just as I was about to get up the glass disappeared and the Boa began to get out of the display, everyone was screaming and running away like something terrible had happened. I could tell Dudley and his three friends wet themselves.
She came by them and gave them a playful joke of trying to bite them. She went by me and I heard something I never expected, "Thanks, amigo. Brazil here I come!"
Sadly the Boa didn't get her wish of seeing Brazil, instead, she got caught in a net and through in a glass container with some air holes. That is when the brown stuff really hit the fan.
"Mr. That freak that came with us was talking to that snake." I knew the way Vernon was walking he was not walking to check that I was alright, no, he was walking to make sure I knew I was in deep trouble and I would wish that snake had eaten me.
Two whole weeks without any meals, and I had to go outside to do my bodily necessities, like any other freak like me.
That night they decided to have me sit while they ate dinner, it was your basic we are eating and rubbing it in your face that you are not kind of a moment. They loved to do that to me any chance they got. If this was an Olympic event I would say they get the bronze medal.
It was very obvious that they did it on purpose. "Just like Marge used to tell me if there is something wrong with the mutt blame the bitch! It's the only reason a freak like him is even born. You should kiss the ground we walk on for just letting you live."
Knowing that he was insulting my mother was the last straw, they can call me names, beat me up, treat me worse than a stray dog, but insult my mother that was not something I would let them do that and keep silent about it.
"I would very much advice that you apologize for insulting my mother." I looked at him straight in his face when I said that and what did he do? He gave me a condescending smile.
"He can talk any way he wants Freak! He is right to call that penniless, good for nothing, lazy, ugly whore anything he wants. I sometimes wish I had been born an only child not to be related to such a pathetic piece of shit like my sister. It's no wonder you are the way you are, unlike Dudders who is perfect."
Something in me just snapped as she finished saying that, I was so angry I was seeing everything like I was looking at the world through color lenses. I felt my jaw extend, my skin began to be covered in fur, a pain in my rear and my hands began to change.
"I ASKED YOU NICELY TO RESPECT MY MOTHER AND YOU DIDN'T. YOU CAN INSULT ME ALL YOU WANT, BUT INSULT MY MOTHER IS NOT SOMETHING I WILL STAND. WHEN YOU SEE HER, BE SURE TO TELL HER I DEFENDED HER HONOR."
The three idiots looked at each other as they ran to grab anything they could use to defend themselves, Vernon got the family shotgun, Petunia got a butcher's knife, and Dudley being an idiot he grabbed the bat they often used to beat me up with.
As I felt something hot hit me, everything went dark for a long time. At long last after what seemed forever, I finally was able to look at my surroundings, I truly expected to see mother, I believed Vernon had killed me if the pain that I felt earlier was me getting shot at with his shotgun.
My clothes were tattered to rags, and I noticed something I had not expected. The maimed bodies of three people I could only assume it was Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley. I say I could only assume because I could not look at their faces, they had none.
Just as I moved to see if they were the people I thought, two men appeared out of nowhere and I was hit with a bright red flash of light. Everything went dark again and I felt like I had been made to sleep. 'Great the neighbors must have called animal control or something. Worse come to worse it could be the cops, but how did they appear inside the house?'
I was kept in a cage till I regained consciousness, or so I believed finding myself inside a cage much like the ones you saw people put feral animals in. I would never admit it, but compared to where I usually slept, I had the best sleep in my entire life.
"Awake are we? No need to fear Harry. I am here and I just need to ask you a few questions some very important people want answers to. Don't worry my boy, everything will be alright. It's partially my fault for thinking your Aunt and her husband would take care of you."
I looked at him, I didn't understand what he was talking about. He had a long white beard, half-moon glasses, and a nose that looked like it had been broken at least once. If I was going to joke about it I would say I was on Middle Earth and in the Universe of the Lord of the Rings and my lawyer was Gandalf
"Ah, yes I do sort of look like him. Very flattered that you would compare me to that character Harry. My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the Headmaster of the best school for magic in all of Magic England, Hogwarts. Come on, my boy, let's get you better dressed you want to make a good impression when meeting the Minister of Magic after all."