Hello! This is my first time writing a fanfiction so I'm so sorry if it's not very well. I plan to have many chapters up if some people decide to review the first few I will be posting!
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Harry James Potter awoke on a beautiful summer's morning, his bright viridian eyes blinking rapidly to clear away the blurriness. He slowly got up and tried to stretch, but it was nearly impossible in this tiny cupboard that his horrible aunt and uncle shoved him into. He could still manage, as his small, frail, eight-year-old body was still scrawny enough to stretch across the length of the cupboard.
"Up boy, NOW!" Harry was rudely shaken from his muses by a particularly grumpy Uncle Vernon.
Uncle Vernon unlocked the many latches that guaranteed Harry to stay in and shoved him out.
Harry sighed and walked over to the kitchen where there was a lovely breakfast of biscuits and jam and orange juice a-
"Dishes, now!" roared Uncle Vernon.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry sighed and reluctantly trudged over to sink overflowing with dishes.
Today is going to be a long day.
After he was done, he was ordered to weed the garden while everybody went out to buy some idiotic toy Dudley wanted so bad.
"No funny business, or we'll really send you to St. Brutus's, you hear me?"
Harry nodded and continued weeding the garden until he saw their care pull out of the driveway and drive out of view.
Harry knew he would be punished if he went inside to get some water or sneak some food, because Dudley always knew when some food was gone, even the smallest crumble.
He sighed and eventually pushed his contemplations to the back of his mind and decided to give himself and break and head to the park. 'I wonder when I'm going to get some food..' he wondered. 'Maybe if I do a good job at weeding they'll give me some dinner.' Soon, all Harry's thoughts were filled with getting food and eating it until he was absolutely full. He looked down at his puny body and shrugged, telling himself he'd grow out of his small body soon enough.
He arrived at the park and found himself a swing – and also a vacant park. 'It's a beautiful afternoon, why isn't anyone out here playing?' he asked himself. He looked around until he noticed a hooded, tall figure striding towards him. He blinked a few times, trying to decide whether this man was real or not. It also seemed as though he was gliding, but he couldn't tell. He looked up at the man as he pulled down his hood. Harry gasped inwardly. The man kindly smiled at him, his mesmerizing silver eyes boring into his own green ones. 'This man is utterly gorgeous!' he thought.
"Hello young boy. My name is Orazio Sansone Serafino. I do hope I am not frightening you in any way, I am only here to seek your friendship," he said silkily. The man looked no older than 20, his aristocratic features and dark brown hair accenting those powerful silver eyes.
Harry just looked at the guy for a few seconds, deciding whether or not he should run or befriend him. He didn't think for long, as he replied saying "Hello, Mr. Serafino. My name is Harry James Potter," he gestured towards the swing next to him, "do you want to sit down?"
Orazio smiled and sat down, a malicious gleam in his eyes that Harry didn't catch.