A/N: this is my first chapter of my first fan fiction so sorry if the writing is not the best

Disclaimer: As much as i hate to admit it, I do not own Harry potter and co. If i did, I would be rich and famous.

notes :

if you see these, it means thoughts '...'

these, mean telepathic messages *...*

Idk if you will see them in this chapter but maybe in the next ones.

Hardly even human

Chapter 1: I'm a what!?

Harry sighed. He had realized that he would get no sleep some long hours ago and was now attempting to occupy himself. here was nothing to do on privet drive late at night, so he settled for thinking about what a lousy summer he was having. Since he had come back from Hogwarts, he had been weeding the Dursleys' immense garden, which was currently looking like a rain forest. the weeds were so high one could swear they were trees and the plants were all dying or dead. All day, the Dursleys neglected to mention that his birthday was tomorrow and he did not even expected to receive the customary old yellow socks he had gotten from them for all of his past birthdays. He looked at his wristwatch to see that there was only five more minutes left until he was seventeen. He grabbed his wand and invisibility cloak, then hopped out of bed and walked to the window, staring out at the empty street out of habit and boredom. When he was assured that nothing out of the ordinary was outside the house, he put on a shirt and crept down the stairs, careful not to wake Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley. Opening the fridge, he takes out a rather large piece of mango on a dessert plate and starts padding to the table. Halfway there, the clock turned to 1 in the morning and a searing pain started in his stomach. The pain became more and more unbearable, burning every particle in existence when he could take it no longer at let out a loud piercing scream. He passed out and fell to the floor, the last sound he heard being the plate smashing to pieces on the tiled floor.

Petunia Dursley woke with a start. Despite what many people might think, she did not sleep lightly. She had once slept through three hours of the fire alarm blaring in her ears. But the howling scream she heard from the kitchen made her jump out of bed in shock. Shock turned to worry, when she realized that the scream had come from the kitchen. Was it her precious little boy? did something happen to him? she raced down the stairs to find a shattered plate on the pure white tiles and a curtain of ash shimmering in the air then disappearing. Enraged, she stomped up to Potters room, prepared to give him a piece of her mind even if it woke up the whole neighbourhood in the process. It was one of her China plates, hand decorated with a ying yang Phoenix and Unicorn. Much to her surprise, harry was not in his room and his wand was also missing. despite her suspicions, she went back to her room. Sleep did not come and she was awake the rest of the night wondering what had happened to Harry Potter.

TBC

Please review is it too short? too long? sucky story line? I want to know.