Chapter 1
The rain poured down on Privet Drive. As lightning flashed and thunder roared, everyone with any common sense was curled up in there warm houses with a cup of tea. But if you looked though the rain and lighting, you would see a boy sitting on the roof of number four. At first glance, nothing seems special about this boy, but if you looked closer you would see the scars all along his body, which was two small for his 16 years of age, and the emerald green eyes, once so full of life, now dull, as he looked at the gray sky.
Harry Potter sat thinking about life, his life in particular. Ever since his godfather had died the year before, everything had changed. His so called 'best friends', he found out were only his friends so they could spy on him for Bumblefuck and his order of pathetic losers.
So here he is, sitting outside as the rain pours down, thinking about his life. 'It is just not worth it, I've got no one' and with than Harry Potter took out his dagger which he always keep on himself, and rolled up his sleeves. With two quick, almost effortless cuts from the inside of his elbow to his wrist, one on each arm, Harry put the dagger back in his boot and then laid back arms spread out facing up and let the rain pour down and his blood pour out, waiting for death to overtake him.
As he was waiting for death, he made one last wish. He wished to be taken somewhere that he was wanted, understood and loved. What he didn't know was that his magic reacted to the blood and the wish and did something no thought was possible.
The last thing Harry Potter saw before he blacked out from blood loss was a lightning bolt coming right at him.
And in a crackling flash of lightning and a rattling boom of thunder, Harry Potter was no more.
