Hello there, this is my first fanfic ever! I have always just been one to read other people fanfics but I got frustrated waiting on updates so I just decided to make one myself. Because why not?

I'm sorry if I have no talent at all to be writing up a fanfic but just bear with me!

Any misspellings or weird phrasing of words is all my fault and I apologize in advanced.

Everything is owned by J . K . Rowling and anything besides that is mine.

So enjoy!

".…" - dialogues

'.…' - thoughts

No 4 , Privet Drive, Little Whinging , Surrey, England.

30th July 1986

A 5 year old boy with untidy black hair , bright green eyes and a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead sat in a tiny and dusty cupboard under the stairs. He is small and skinny for his age with a thin face and body full of scars and bruises.

He only knows his first name a week ago, Harry , his aunt had to answer her friends question during a tea party when they spotted harry trying to sneak back into his cupboard after finishing his cleaning in the backyard. Not wanting to embarrassed herself, Petunia explained his existence and Harry got to know his name after 5 years of 'Boy' or 'Freak'.

It was 9pm and he just got a scolding from the Dursley for trying to secretly watch the telly. His efforts though was useless and Vernon spotted him.

"Boy! You get back into your cupboard now! You useless freak are not allowed to watch the telly!"

"But..but..uncle, can I just watch it for 5 minutes?" Harry said, looking up to the whale of an uncle with wide pleading green eyes. " I've already finished cleaning up the kitchen and I've done all of my chores-"

"No! You ungrateful freak! I've already sacrificed enough for you! I've given you a place in my home and food and clothes and you dare to ask for more?!" Vernon smacked his face and while pulling his ear, dragged him back to his cupboard. " Now you stay there and keep your freakishness out of my sight you hear me?! " pushing harry in roughly and locking the cupboard.

Now nursing his injuries, harry can only sit there and stifle his sobs, not wanting to draw more of his uncles fury. He lay down on his makeshift bed consisting of all of his ragged hand me downs clothes from his cousin, Dudley , and pull a thin old blanket over himself. Pulling a stuffed teddy bear from a hidden compartment at the back of the cupboard and hugging it.

The teddy is his only possession and he found the teddy a year ago inside the trash can a few houses over, he was busy weeding the lawn and saw the teddy while he went to throw out all the weeds. It was an old teddy, it's missing an eye and a right leg , it was originally a dark brown colour but now its nearly a cream-coloured with odd patches of brown ,but to harry it was his treasure and his only friend.

After much washing-secretly without his aunt or uncle noticing-using the hose in the front lawn, harry got it as clean as it can be and stashed it in his cupboard. Since then he always talk to his teddy before he goes to bed or whenever he is in the cupboard.

"Teddy, my body hurts so much!" hiding his face in the teddy's tummy.

"why is my uncle so mad at me teddy? Am I a bad boy? But I did all the chores teddy, I didn't even eat anything today teddy, I did everything on the list teddy" harry mumbled into teddy's tummy while sniffling.

"Tonight is going to be my birthday teddy, I'm going to be 6 years old now, I know nobody really cares except you teddy and I just..I just wish…that I can go somewhere else , someplace far away from here.." harry's eye widened and he quickly pull up teddy and look him face to face "Of course you are coming with me teddy! I will never forget about you! We'll go somewhere nice and live with a real family that will loves us and tucks us to bed and read us a bedtime story and gives us a kiss and…and…I wish it will come true."

With the sounds of the telly and the occasional comment from his aunt or uncle and his cousin, harry closed his eyes and went to sleep dreaming of a future life without the grasp of his aunt's family.

No 4 , Privet Drive, Little Whinging , Surrey, England.

Summer of 1996, 11:30pm, 30th of July

Haryy woke up from his restless sleep, blinking up to the ceiling of his small bedroom in privet drive.

'well that was a very weird dream or is it a memory…?'. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, putting on his glasses and looked at the clock and noticing the time,

' half an hour before I'm officially 16.'

Harry fell into an exhausted sleep around 10pm after he was done with the backyard.

'Uh, my body hurts though, guess all that weeding packs a nasty punch! A pain reliever potion would be nice right about now'.

Stifling a yawn , Harry looked up just in time to see Hedwig came flying to his window. He got up and open the window to let her in.

Hedwig landed on his shoulder and hooted a greeting.

"Hello there girl, what do you have there for me?"

Hedwig hooted again and outstretched her leg for harry to untie the letters. Harry did just that and after nibbling on harry's unruly hair she flew to her perch and start eating the owl snacks there.

Shrugging , Harry sat down on his bed and opened up the letters.

To Harry James Potter,

We , the Goblins of Gringotts Wizarding Bank , send this letter to inform an early notice of your inheritance when you officially reach 16 years of age. All the family vaults of the Potter line and the Black line falls to you now seeing how both James Potter and Sirius Black named you their heir.

You are required to visit Gringotts to sign the documents and seal the inheritance. Please owl us the time you are available to come and we will respond accordingly.

We also want to warn you of a potential creature inheritance that you may receive and you can also do a test here in Gringotts to know what creature you inherit.

For further notice you can owl us or directly visit to any of our Gringotts branches.

The vault manager of the Potter and Black family,

Zarknog

He folded the letter and put it on the table beside his bed and lay down on the bed.

'Now that is a lot to take in, I'm filthy rich but I'm still living with my horrid muggle family and slept in a cupboard for 10 years and now ,in this tiny bedroom, wearing old unwanted hand me downs of dudley and I am barely being fed.' He can only smile sadly. Harry decided to not think about the letter and put it at the back of his mind for later.

For the past 16 years, he's been through so much pain. His body is full of scars and always gaining new one and always full of bruises. All courtesy of his cousin and uncle's beatings. Even after the war ended, he still need to come here. There's no more dark lord, so why is he still here, why does he still end up here of all places?

'Oh yeah, there's nobody to take me in. Nobody wants a freak like me. Everyone I considered as a friend dies. Dumbledore died, the Grangers , The Weasleys , The Lupins, The Malfoys , The Blacks, everyone. They died all because of me.'

In the last battle with Voldemort, Harry's wand and the elder wand that was being used by Voldermort, exploded and everyone except Harry, died. The new ministry took over and he has to stay here with his muggle family for his own protection even though Voldemort is dead. They say there's a lot of death eaters still trying to come and kill him but he doesn't believe that at all. All of the crazy and loyal ones are dead and the rest are all more eager to just finally be free from the madman but nobody listens to him. Sigh.

I guess it is expected seeing how their 'Savior' end up killing almost all of the population of the wizarding world , many heir of multiple houses died in that day. Hence ending a lot of family names. Only those who were not involved in the last battle at Hogwarts survive. It's unfortunate really , how all that innocent people both adult and children died from that explosion. Ending up with the famous Boy-Who-Lived being the only person to live through that war again. The future of the wizarding community is not really bright anymore. No wonder the new ministry hates him.'Soon…soon I'll go somewhere far away from here.'

He looked over to his clock and its almost midnight. Harry ducked under his bed and pull out an old teddy bear.

"Guess happy 10 years anniversary huh teddy?" and the clock strikes midnight.

Harry smiled and sang himself a soft happy birthday and he started to sweat.

'is it me or its getting hot in here?'. He put his teddy on the table and sat on his bed, he swipe the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve and took off his glasses and put it on the table also. Then the heat increases, and it starts to get uncomfortable, his magic level starts to get out of control, fluctuating and dropping rapidly repeatedly.

'what's happening to me?'. Then, the heat turns into pain and he doubled over, falling down to the floor. Gasping, trying to control his breathing. 'Am I going to die?'

TBC