Hi there! This is my first story so please be nice with me. This will start off a bit slow and stuff, but expect a lot of things to start happening later on!
Rated M for the safety of it, because there will be difficult themes in this work later on. I, of course, do not own anything other then mashing my muse bunnies together.
Another day, another time, things always moved like a circle. Even those that didn't understand fate, would eventually understand that everything would repeat.
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, sat on a window's ledge. This window's ledge stared out at the expanse of Privet Drive. Of course, there was almost no satisfaction in actually doing this, because he wasn't so much sitting on the window's ledge. No, he was just staring out from blinds that covered the bars on the window. The vague shapes of the outside could be seen through the blinds, probably due to the intense light of the sun. The bars, spaced enough to let a human's arms through, or an owl if they squeezed, were gray and forbidding. This, was of course, the norm for the boy. The same with the sound of unlocking chains, and even the removal of a heavy bar, as a walrus like man stood in the doorway.
''Well? Come on Boy!'' the large man yelled at the boy, before walking away. Keeping the sigh in his mouth, the boy scrambled, and moved out of the room. He had a schedule to keep of course. Ten minutes, maximum in the bathroom, and then downstairs to cook breakfast. Quickly, the boy took care of his needs, and then managed to scrub his face and arms with water. He wouldn't have the chance to wash his hair today, but that was okay. The dirty it was, the more it behaved, and the less it irritated his so called family. Arriving down at the kitchen, he took in a small breath.
He didn't dare take any bigger because any sign of discontent was squashed. Physically that is. The boy looked at the diet on the fridge, and then quickly got out all of the items, preparing the sparse breakfast as best as he could. He made sure to take out the unwanted parts and kept those for himself, as that was the only things his relatives would allow him. The sound of thundering steps announced the arrival of his cousin, Dudley. ''Hey Freak!'' he'd say, his face curved into a smile. Harry didn't respond, green eyes just staring at the boy, and then a quiet ''Hello Dudley''. Luckily, neither Uncle Vernon nor Aunt Petunia were in range. Of course, Uncle Vernon was the walrus man. If anything, Dudley resembled a cross between a pig and a pit bull at this point. He was neither fat, nor was he thin, like Aunt Petunia and her horse face.
With this family, it was clear that Harry was the odd man out. Where as the family shared brown and slight blonde tints of hair, he had a pure black. And his eyes, unlike their hazel and browns, were strikingly green, eyes that belonged to his mother as he was constantly reminded. He also wore glasses, and perhaps the only family resemblance was his scrawniness to Petunia's boney structure. When Dudley looked around, and saw neither of his parents, he leaned in to the other boy. ''Hey, want to go to the library again? Pretty sure we can get a few games in.'' he'd say, almost slyly. Harry just slightly nodded, as he noted that Aunt Petunia was walking in. Eclipsing himself, he finished his scraps and then did his chores.
Luckily, this summer, neither Aunt Petunia nor Uncle Vernon wanted to see him. So they made him clean the yard if it was needed, and snipe a few bushes. Mostly, he just had to water the lawn, and then ''Get out until dinner time.'' they'd say. And he was quite happy doing that, rather then being cooped up inside of the house the whole day. Sure, it was probably not a good idea, considering that Voldemort and his Death Eaters were around. Voldemort being, that is, the greatest problem that Magical Britain had to deal with, an evil sociopath Dark Lord. And the Death Eaters were his servants of course, doing everything he ordered with near fanatic zeal in some.
Oh yes, one should mention that Harry Potter is a wizard. Hence the small, smooth stone in his pocket hat actually gives him a glamour to hide himself from the world. His Aunt and Uncle are unaware of it, but Dudley sure is, considering what happened at the beginning of the summer. Simply put, Harry got addicted to this muggle game, named League of Legends, after approaching his cousin with a different look, to see if said cousin was actually truly a bully at heart. He hadn't seen his old friends, and well when Dudley showed him the game, he was addicted. It was a MOBA game, and he still didn't know what the meant. All he knew is that he enjoyed playing the variety of roles that the game had to offer. And Dudley liked hanging out with him, which made his life more bearable.
And that's why they had been acting like cohorts of a deadly plan. The two boys often played together, taking a variety of lanes and champions. And then sometime during the summer, Dudley 'pretended' to break his desktop, and had it moved to Harry's room, and got a new one. Which meant the two boys could play even at home, and well, Harry would always have large amounts of warnings from the door opening. Not like his Aunt and Uncle bothered him. They let him out twice a day, once in the morning to do breakfast, his chores and get out, and once at 10pm to do his night business. In order to keep him from needing anything at night, they had a mini-frige filled with jugs of water. And that's about all he had in there, although he'd sneak the food his friends would send him in there. Not like they checked it, they didn't care.
In any case, compared to the previous years, life was pretty good. Well, at least as good as it can get with the Dursleys. Although he still had nightmare, playing the game or surfing the internet was enough for him. Dudley knew he didn't sleep a lot, but he didn't mention it, just complained to his mom about not sleeping well and slipping Harry Melatonin at times. It was still strange to see how his cousin could be nice, but he decided it wasn't a bad thing at all. In fact, he was glad that Dudley had a change of heart, or just in other words, matured up. He never asked what the boy had seen to make him change his mind like that, but whatever it was, he just acted the spoiled child, for the sake of his mother and father. They both knew if Dudley stopped his attitude of most of his life, his parents would become worried and overbearing for one, and second would try to revert him back to the way that they were familiar with.
So instead of dealing with that, Harry suggested they just pretend at home. And it was working. Well besides all of that, Harry was heading to the library like he always was, when Dudley caught up. ''Hey, Harold!'' he'd call out, using a 'cover name'. It was close enough to Harry that he didn't feel uncomfortable, but far enough that nobody would associate the blonde, blue eyed male as Harry Potter. With a grin, both boys were off to go play at the library.
Just another day, another time.
But then again, trouble had always found him like a boomerang.