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I do NOT own Harry Potter series.
Summary:
Harry arrives at Hogwarts as an abused child. His relatives had beaten and starved him for most of his life and he has no friends because of his cousin. He befriends the man who brings him his Hogwarts letter and he strives to do good to please him while at school.
He makes a few friends on the Hogwarts Express and is forced to choose between pleasing the stranger or gaining friends.
Old grudges come up and families are reunited in this sweet story.
(NO SLASH AND NO PAIRINGS)
Rated T just in case
Warnings: Abuse, Adoption, Slytherin Harry, slight language (from dear old Sev LOL), torture (mostly implied, not graphic)
Chapter 1
A snake's promise
It was a quiet summer evening and all was well in Little Whinging, or at least it seemed so. Everyone was all stuck-up and believed they had such class that they never bothered to inquire after anyone who seemed beneath them.
Harry Potter was one of those people. Harry had a reputation of being a trouble-maker when really he was only a sweet child who had been badly abused since he was nearly two years old. The last loving touch he had felt had been that fateful Halloween night when his parents had been killed.
His relatives had always said that they had died, drunk in a car crash and that was where he had gotten his scar, but Harry knew better. He always wondered why strange things happened to him and now he knew. It was magic.
He had found out one very hot day when he was locked inside his cupboard with a swollen ankle and he was extremely thirsty. Harry was so thirsty that he was nearly begging for water and pain killers by then. When he put his hand near the small plate where his food was served water gushed into it from out of his hands.
Startled, he tried it several times until he was certain this was no trick. After that he tried more wishing, such as wishing for light in his cupboard sometimes. Harry knew better than to go further than that, though.
One day, when he was cleaning the living room, the post was shoved through the mail lot, and oddly enough there was a letter for him, written on fancy paper, the kind one usually reserved for wedding invitations and the like. Curious, he went to open it when he felt his uncle slap his belt across his shoulders. Harry yelped, dropping the letter and turning to face an irate Vernon Dursley.
"How dare you go through our letters!?" Vernon said, bringing the belt down on him once again.
"This one is mine. It's addressed to me." Harry said, looking up at his Uncle defiantly.
Vernon turned redder than ever and started shouting gibberish that Harry couldn't even understand. The only thing he did understand was that he was getting Dudley's second bedroom and his Aunt was going to make him clean it before he could go to sleep.
Content that he was going to sleep somewhere else, Harry went upstairs and started sorting out things, putting the rubbish in the closet and the good stuff in the dresser. It was a very sparsely furnished room, but it was bigger than the cupboard.
Harry wondered why those letters that had come had made his uncle so angry. 'Probably because someone else might be trying to talk to me. They've made it clear they hate me and so they probably think they have every right to do this to me. Though it is my birthday, so that could have something to do with it.' Harry thought, changing his shirt to something less…bloody.
Those blows his uncle had delivered had opened up old wounds and now his back was a bloody mess. Literally.
After cleaning himself up a bit, Harry went back downstairs and finished dusting and cleaning the living room. His Aunt and Uncle were nowhere in sight and Harry grimaced when he saw a note on the table.
Potter,
We've gone out to dinner, don't destroy the house. Don't leave your room. Don't steal food. Finish your chores soon, boy, or else.
Harry scowled as he read it. He didn't need a signature to know that this note was from the Dursley's. The idiots.
Harry was glad though, he wouldn't have to put up with Dudley's teasing and bullying for maybe an hour or so.
Harry caught sight of himself in a mirror and grimaced. He had a slight cut that was hidden under his bangs, a cut along his left cheek, dried blood on his right cheek, and a nasty bruise near his jaw.
Since magic had worked for making lights and water he figured it might work for this as well. Concentrating on how he looked before, Harry saw his appearance shift to a normal-looking Harry Potter with no bruises and no blood on his face. Smiling, Harry righted his Spello-taped glasses and stole a chocolate bar from Dudley's stock that filled an entire cupboard.
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More weeks passed with Harry wondering about the mysterious letter but he was never allowed near one. His relatives had packed their things one afternoon and were about to leave when there was a loud crack, like a gunshot.
Harry eyes widened in shock when the door was blaster open and before him stood a menacing man dressed in black.
The man had his arms crossed over his chest and was holding the exact letter Harry had seen delivered many times.
A/N:
Should I make it a Severitus story?
Should I make it an adoption story?
It will definitely be one of those.
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