I am Harry Potter.
I am called a 'freak' or 'the boy' by the people at the orphanage whenever they decide to notice my presence. I hate them, with their snide remarks and the way they think they are so great. As if I would want to be like them. I knew there was something different about me; something great and powerful. I feel as if I have this special power, deep inside my chest. I can make things happen, make things move and anyone else that does not have this ability is inferior to me and they will be crushed.
It is a normal day, and the sun is shining, mocking me in its own glory as if I should have something to be thankful here. I walk down to the courtyard of the orphanage where we are told to go for what the caretakers call recess. I can already see a group of children, playing kick ball and yet another group standing and talking. As I come near them, they stop talking and glare at me. I feel hatred well deep in my gut, and I want something to happen to them. I want them to feel pain so horrible that they would wish for death. Then I want them to experience their wish.
As soon as I feel my body pulse with power, I notice those kids take a step back as if I had done something to scare them. I smirk at them and then turn to go back into the building so I may go into my room. I am already feeling tired.
The next morning, as I make my way to breakfast, I find out that those same kids had been found dead in the courtyard, with no marks on their body. We were told that their nerve endings had burst and they had died from the pain. I can't help but allow a small chuckle to escape my lips, and the caretakers look at me as if I am crazy.
When I return to my room, I decide to go out to my window and talk to the snake that had made it's home in the bushes outside. I had discovered that I could talk to snakes when I had almost stepped on him a few weeks ago. He is the only one that understands me.
"Hello speaker," says the snake, raising it's head to slither into my room.
"Hello," I reply, a small smile already tugging at my lips.
As soon as the snake is on my floor, it suddenly transforms into a spirit like creature. It resembled a man but had no prominent features.
"Hello, I am Lord Voldemort," it rasped, power emanating from it.
"Hello. I am Harry," I answered, my eyes unable to leave this creature.
"I will not lie to you, Harry. I am the one who killed your parents because they fought for the very people who put you here and the people who torment you still. They are called muggles."
"They are the reason for my suffering!" I snarled.
"Yes them and these pathetic creatures," sneers Voldemort with contempt, "I have an offer for you to become my son and heir. If you accept, you will learn of true power and also get your revenge for your upbringing."
I narrow my eyes, unsure of whether I should accept. Then I think of all I have gone through and how I am destined for great things. I look up at the wraith with a strong look, "I accept."
"Excellent," Voldemort said, a dark chuckle echoing in the room.
how was it? thanks to Castiel's Grace for being my beta and with this chapter
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