Duz1 here. This is my first fanfiction about the Harry Potter series. There is two big changes. One is revealed in the start of this fanfiction, the other is that this fanfiction starts in 2011, not 1991. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy!
Prologue
Harry potter was a strange person. He knew he wasn't normal, but he still lived with the "normal" Dursleys. He always wished they would leave, but still, they stayed. However, his wish would come true two weeks before his eleventh birthday.
"Great choice for a house, Mary!" A man said to his wife, as they exited a car.
"I know. Nowhere near as good as our house in America, but still, it is a nice house." the woman responds.
"I hope there are other kids here, before I have to go to school." A child says, before running to catch up with his family.
"There should be, George." Mary says, a smile on her face.
A boy, next to the house labeled four, glanced back, before getting back to work on the garden.
"Hey!" the child of the new neighboring family yelled at the boy working on the garden, causing him to jump.
The boy looked up, seeing George wave goodbye to his family, and running over to to him.
"How are you?" George asks.
"Umm… good?"
"That's good. My name is George. What's yours?"
"Harry."
"Do you live here?"
"Yes." Harry responded, sadly.
"Did you just move here too?"George said, catching onto his sadness.
"No. I've lived here for my whole life."
"Oh."
"I just live with my aunt and uncle."
"What happened to your parents?"
"They died in a car crash."
"That's sad...I'm sorry for asking."
The conversation continued for a couple minutes longer, turning to a happier note quickly. Harry, for the first time in his life, felt like he was forming a friend. But like any conversation, it had to end.
"What are you doing, Boy? Get inside, now!" A quite fat man whisper-shouted.
"Bye, George."
"See ya, Harry."
Unknown to the two newly forming friends, the father of George was watching, and saw how the fat man had shouted at Harry and how fast Harry had rushed inside. It was interesting… and enlightening as to how Harry's home life was. Maybe he should visit Number Four, Privet Drive.
A knock on the door surprised Vernon Dursley as he sat down. But before he could get up, his wife had answered it.
"Hello! How are you?" A man's voice said.
"Good. It's nice to see you." Petunia responded.
"Mind if we come in? We just wanted to get to know the neighbors."
"Sure."
And it was then, that Vernon was introduced to the family that had moved in just a couple days ago.
The kid was focused on a cheerfully colored cube, twisting the sides of it. The father, or Paul as he introduced himself, was apparently a businessman who had moved from the USA into managing a store in Britain. The mother, or Mary, was a retired cop, and explained that she decided to retire in order to become an at-home mother for George.
The Dursleys were just as happy talking to them as the other family was to them. Well… except for George and Dudley. Those two did not seem to talk as much, other than the occasional question from Dudley. George just seemed more intent on his Rubik's cube than anything else, up until he asked a question: "Where's Harry?"
"Oh, yeah, Where is he? I would like to see him." Paul said.
The moments passed, yet silence still reigned supreme. Finally, after a minute, there could be heard a soft knocking.
George's head immediately shot towards the cupboard under the stairs, where a couple locks could be seen attached to the door. Paul and Mary rushed towards there, and undid the locks. The smell of blood could be faintly smelt, but still, there sat Harry. Mary helped Harry out, and Paul had an unreadable look on his face. Paul turned to the Dusleys, and his eyes easily showed what he was feeling. Fury. Mary looked at Paul, and put her hand on his shoulder. Immediately, Paul relaxed.
"We will call the police, Mary." Paul said, pulling out his phone, "What's the emergency call number here, again?"
"999."
And so, after a few hours, Harry ended up living with the Jeffersons, the family who had saved him.