Author: Made a few changes to the story. Harry Potter and the Harry Potter characters are not mine nor is the storyline, they belong to J.K. Rowling. I only own my ideas.
Chapter 1: The Silent Boy Who Lived
I could feel the wind blowing against my face, the sensation of flying and the sound of a motor. Someone's holding me and I can hear their beating heart; strong and firm. Their arms were strong and reliable, hands big and warm; this was someone who took care of things properly. Then we were landing and I was being passed to someone else, this person was different. Their heart was firm but not so strong; they had an air of reliability and power. Their hands are strong but frail, this was someone who knew how to look after people but at the sometimes was someone who had to be cared for. There was another, but I couldn't read this person.
I felt something soft wash over me, and I could no longer feel the chill of the autumn night.
"Good Luck... Harry Potter."
That dream again.
Ever since I could remember I've always had that dream, always the same. I only ever heard one voice, a male voice. I stared up at the ceiling of my cupboard and I watch the single naked bulb swing as someone comes down. I already know who it is, and I begin to get dressed; always the same clothes. I'm putting my glasses on when the first bang sound on my door.
"Get up! Get up!" Aunt Petunia yells as she banged on my closet door, "Now!"
The sound of the lock from outside being opened and the stomping of my cousin, Dudley Dursley, on the steps above me finally makes me leave my somewhat room. As I open the door Dudley rushes down the rest of the stairs and shoves me back inside. Something that I knew he would do, but am powerless to stop. Once I know that he is gone, I climb back out and slowly walk into the family room. And just in time to see Aunt Petunia smothering Dudley. I roll my eyes as I pass by and head towards the kitchen.
"Why don't you start on breakfast, and try not to burn anything!" She ordered with a snare.
I snort inwardly at her useless demand; I never can understand why she continues to give me orders considering that I know all the things I need to do. I find it humorlessly funny that they have an unusual need to order me around with the same old chores, of course there are times when there are new things they have for me to do. But other than that, everything is always the same.
"Hurry up!" Uncle Vernon shouted, "Bring me my coffee, boy!"
I sigh as I timidly poor the black coffee into his favorite white mug and add thirteen cubes of sugar with four teaspoons of milk; it's a wonder why this man hasn't gotten diabetes yet. I hurriedly make my way to him and carefully hand him the plate with the hot mug. He takes a sip, and waves me off. I return to the kitchen upon hear Dudley complain that he only got thirty-six presents this year, one less than the gifts from last year. Aunt Petunia, being the dotting mother she is, promised to get him two new presents when we come back from the zoo.
"Listen here boy." Uncle Vernon said, pulling me harshly to the side before I could get inside the car.
I stare up him and wait for him to say what he wants to say.
"No funny business or you won't get any meals for a week!" he threatened.
I nod in reply as he huffs before he orders me to get in. We arrive at the zoo and Dudley hurries out. He's rather excited to the see the animals, especially since it has new additions. The first one we saw was a boa, a snake from Burma. Dudley was very rude to it and walks away to see some other animal. Staring at the poor snake, I smile at it apologetically. The Boa winks at me, as though it could understand what I was trying to say. I chuckle at myself as I look at the information about it. It was born in captivity. No family, just like me. I was about to look back at the snake when Dudley shoved me out of the way.
"Mum! Dad! You've got to see what this snake is doing!" he says.
I huff in irritation and glare at him, then suddenly the glass keeping the Boa in captivity disappears; which causes Dudley to fall in due to loss in balance. The snake slithers out of its prison and comes to me.
"Thanksss." it, he, hisses and bows his head.
I reply with a hesitate smile and slowly nod.
Uncle Vernon pulls me by the ear as we walk into the house. He shouts at me and asks me what happened, but I refused to explain anything except waving my hand like a magician.
"There is no such thing as magic!" he whispers harshly with a red face.
I spent the rest of the day in my room, and just like Uncle Vernon had promised, I didn't get anything to eat. The next day something else happened that was unusual; I received a letter. Taking the rest of the mail to Uncle Vernon, I begin to open the neatly enveloped letter but Dudley snatched it from me.
"Dad! Harry's got a letter!" he shouts.
I groan to myself as I stomp my way to them and present my hand to Uncle Vernon in clear demand that the letter be returned to me.
"Who would send you a letter?" he scoffed with laughter in his voice.
He turns it around and his eyes go wide. Before I could catch a glimpse of who sent it, he crumpled it and threw it into the fireplace.
But every day, after the first day I received the letter, there have been more and more. Until Sunday came, the one day that mail doesn't come and that was the reason for Uncle Vernon being so happy; too bad who ever sent those letters didn't know that. The house was soon flooded with letters. And I grabbed one as I ran towards my room, but Uncle Vernon caught me.
"That's it! We're going away!" he shouted, "Far away, where they can't find us!"
And move we did; to an isolated island with a small shack in the middle of a raging sea. I drew a birthday cake on the dirt floor I was sleeping on, I was just finished drawing the eleventh candle when Dudley's watch alerted me to the time; twelve A.M.
Make a wish, Harry… I thought to myself and blew out the candles.
Not a minute after I made my wish, banging at the front door began. The strong, loud banging woke up the others. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia came downstairs; uncle was carrying a riffle and with a trembling voice asked who was there. Then the door fell to the ground with a loud thud, and in stepped a massive man. Grunting as he picked up the fallen door, he turned and apologized.
"I demand that you leave at once sir! You are breaking and entering!" Uncle Vernon demanded loudly with a weak voice.
"Dry up, Dursley, you great prune." the stranger said as he bent the riffle upward.
Uncle fired the gun only for the bullets to pierce through the ceilings. Then the stranger looked at Dudley and greeted him, but he called my cousin "Harry". Dudley stutters his reply claiming to not be Harry, which I'm glad of. I sigh and walk around the corner I had hidden in. I raise my hand and wave.
"Well of course you are." the man says happily, "I have something for you! 'Fraid I might have sat on it on some point, but I imagine it'll taste fine, just the same!"
He then pulled out a white box with a thin purple ribbon keeping it closed, he boasts about baking it himself; words and all. I open it and see a nice looking cake, though it is a little creaked down the middle. Looking up at the man I small and bow my head in thanks.
"It's not every day a young man turns eleven." he replies merrily.
Once he sat on the old couch that Dudley had been using as a bed, the man pulled out his faded red umbrella and somehow, as if by magic, lights the fireplace with it! I set down my first ever present on a side table and walk towards him. Once I reach him, I tug on his rain coat.
"Oh right I haven't introduced myself!" the man exclaimed guessing what I wanted, "Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."
He looks at me and tells me that I should know all about this Hogwarts place, which I don't and reply to him by shaking my head. Hagrid looks at me strangely.
"No? Blimey, Harry, haven't you ever wondered where your mum and dad learned?" Hagrid asked bewildered.
I tilt my head in reply and shrug slightly.
"You're a wizard, Harry." he said in a gentle but serious tone.
I stare at him in surprise, a what? No way, that can't be right! I'm just Harry, just Harry, I shake my head rapidly in denial.
He stares at me for a while, then something that's never happened before happened, well just Harry, let me explain
I stare wide-eyed at him.
"Well, Harry, did you ever make something happen? When you were mad or scared?" Hagrid questioned.
I realize what he asked and my eyes widen in realization, I had made the glass to the Boa's cage disappear on Dudley's birthday. I didn't know how to explain that, Hagrid looks at me and nods with a smile. He gets up and hands me an envelope. I open it.
'Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry-'
I read the letter mentally, until Uncle Vernon came around and said I wouldn't be going.
"We promised when we took him in that we'd put an end to this rubbish!" Uncle Vernon stated hotly.
They knew? They knew. They knew!
Aunt Petunia looks in my direction and I catch her eyes, fully aware what was being shown in mine.
"Of course we knew. How could you not be?" she spits, "My perfect sister being who she was, my mother and father were so... proud, the day she got her letter."
She glares at me as though I were my mother, and I glare at her allowing every bit of malice I felt towards her and her rotten family to seep into my stare. Though she continues to glare at me, I know, she's trembling. I can feel it.
"We have a witch in the family, they say. Isn't it wonderful?" she continues trying my patience, "I was the only one to see her for what she was; a freak!"
She continues on and brings up my father, revealing that they were blown up.
Things started to shake as I thought of the time that I had asked where my parents where, Aunt Petunia had said that they died in a car crash.
"A car crash!? A car crash killed Lily and James Potter!?" Hagrid shouted my question with a level of anger of his own.
"We had to say something." Aunt Petunia replied coldly.
"It's an outrage!" he stated angrily, "It's a scandal!"
"He'll not be going!" Uncle Vernon stated both he and Aunt Petunia smiling smugly.
"Oh!" Hagrid exclaimed sarcastically, "And I suppose a great muggle like yourself are gonna stop him, are you?"
I look at him questioningly, muggle?
Non-magic folk
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my fat cousin carry away my birthday present.
"This boy has had his name down since the day he was born!" Hagrid stated quite proudly, "He's going to the finest school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the world. And! He'll be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen; Albus Dumbledore."
"I will not pay to have some crackpot old fool teach him magic tricks!" Uncle Vernon said.
"Never insult Albus Dumbledore... in front of me." Hagrid said threateningly as he pointed his umbrella at my foolish uncle.
Looking back at my cousin, I snort loudly and roll my eyes as Dudley scarfs down the chocolate cake; just like a pig would with leftover rubbish. Hagrid must have seen as while, he moved his umbrella to Dudley and a blue light hits his arse. A second later a pig tail appeared. I chuckle at the Dursleys panicking.
"I'd appreciated it if you keep silent about this." Hagrid said to me quietly, "Technically, I'm not supposed to do magic."
I nod as he looks at his pocket watch and his eyes widen ever so slightly. Hagrid turns around and plops open the door, telling me that we should be leaving. After he looks at me and smiles, I hastily follow after my new friend.