Authors Notes:
I originally started this fanfiction with two visions. One: In Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry sees himself in his boggart. Two: Twist right at the very end that _ (sorry can't give it away). It grew and grew with me adding more and more to the plan. I wanted normal science to make sense (hard, almost impossible). I wanted it to be realistic. I wanted Harry to go through a lot of pain (and I mean a fucking lot!). I needed to start from the very beginning (before Hogwarts) and it needed to last until seventh year, a big project for your first ever fanfiction.
I wanted Harry to be a massive introvert and getting afraid of talking to people, despite being really smart and realising that being socially awkward is stupid. He works on it over the years and occlumency helps but I like him like that.
My fic may make Harry a bit of a Marty Stu (or whatever the male version for Mary Sue is) and while I try to lower it a bit, I both like Harry as a character this way and it makes sense in my opinion given the fact that he's smart, and has magic. Why not make yourself a perfect person if you have magic? I try to give him disfigurements and psychological issues to combat this but if you still don't like him because he is too powerful or something, then read a different fic. I made this purely for my enjoyment.
Yes, this is a Hinny fic and if you don't like that, call me fucked up, I don't care. It's subjective. If you don't like Hinny then try and replace her with someone else in your mind, or just ignore it. However, in my experience, this doesn't work so you might just want to skip that part or read a different fic. But, do bear in mind that I won't actually have them in a romantic relationship until fifth or sixth year. They will be friends by either second or fourth year. I don't want to get too romantic but I am a romantic or whatever it's called so I do want some perfect moments. However, I also like realism so there will be a couple fights because no one can get along perfectly and people will always argue about the smallest things.
Magic doesn't make sense in terms of science; however, I try to make it make sense (maybe unsuccessfully) and exploit these facts I believe are true in the Harry Potter world. I hope they are interesting. I have a few ideas that I want to explore but if you have any ideas yourself, please tell me.
Most fanfictions are unfinished and I think mine will be the same but I will try my best to get at least halfway through the story, and it is going to be a long one. I plan to do all seven years plus pre-hogwarts. Yes, a little ambitious of me for my first fanfic but ah well. This will probably end up in a never-ending Hiatus but I will always tell myself that I will never abandon it.
If you think my fic is bad, either tell me what to do to fix it, or go read a different fic. However I reserve the right to completely refuse your suggestions. If you are going to just complain that it's bad and not say how to fix it, then your comments are useless.
Also, I almost forgot: DISCLAIMER: None of the characters that you recognise are owned by me. They are all the property of J.K. Rowling. I do not profit in money off of any of this. Life's tough, I know.
Also, Another Disclaimer: Scenes with violence, blood, gore, swearing and possibly some sexual scenes are contained within this fanfiction. Proceed at your own risk. You have been warned.
Dun Dun DUUUUUUUUUUUN!
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Chapter 1 - How did I get here?
He was being squeezed on all sides.
Bones were contorted and bent. Eyes were squished and compressed. His eardrums were straining, about to burst under pressure. His tongue felt like it was half-way down his throat and his lungs had been crushed, eliminating the possibility of breathing. It was like being squeezed through a pipe a millimetre in diameter.
It felt like he was going to die.
And then it was all over. His bones were sore but still straight, eyes strained but still seeing, ears aching but still intact, tongue, remarkably, back in his mouth, lungs fully operational. He had survived, it seemed, unharmed.
The vomit exploded out of his mouth and splashed onto the floor where it pooled, spreading outwards, creeping across the concrete ground. He kept heaving, spewing up more with each convulsion, adding to the puddle.
Maybe not completely unharmed.
Tears were leaking out of his eyes, both from the pain of whatever had just happened and the horrible sensation of turning his stomach inside out. He was only nine and two months old after all.
Panting, he collapsed, right into the pool of vomit where it stuck uncomfortably to the side of his face. After a few seconds it started burning slightly from the acidity and he removed his head from the sick by rolling over to the side.
Harry Potter's brain took a second to process that he was not on the ground, about to be beaten to death by a gang of boys, the leader of which just so happening to be his cousin and was instead, on the roof of a building with a ledge on all sides. Harry wasn't sure how far it was but he could see the top of other houses and they were quite a few metres below him.
Unless he had been unconscious and moved up here, Harry didn't think it was possible to teleport. It would be cool if he could though. He'd be able to go anywhere he wanted in a single second. However, this was assuming that he could do it whenever and wherever.
A sharp pain in his right hand yanked Harry away from his musings and his eyes met red.
Ok he was definitely harmed in whatever the hell had just happened.
He was bleeding. Quite heavily.
Not only was he bleeding, but he was bleeding blood from two tiny stumps on his right hand, where his little and ring fingers should have been. A flash of white was shining at the bottom of one of them and Harry knew that that was his bone.
It hurt.
Harry started whimpering from the pain and a few tears leaked out of his eyes as he cradled his hand close to his chest, smearing the blood all over himself.
Crying is pointless. Harry had learnt that by the tender age of five. No matter how hard you cried, things weren't just going to get better. You had to get up and do something, if you could. Despite knowing this, Harry still felt tears run down his face and land on the floor as he whimpered from the pain.
It continued to throb with a sharp pain and Harry could swear it felt like it was expanding, increasing the pain further.
He had just lost two fingers. Two whole bloody fingers!
It took a few minutes for his brain to think of anything else but he eventually realised he needed to clean the wound. The blood was still oozing out of it. It could lead to infection and the possibility of dying would be looking much higher. He just needed to find a sink, anti-septic and a bandage. Maybe more than a bandage. In fact it might be good to start applying pressure to it now.
With that thought, Harry grabbed his right hand with his left and squeezed. Instantly, the pain intensified and he let out a loud moan, tears still running down his nose.
He was just going to need a second for the pain to ebb away a bit.
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Harry didn't know how long, but it felt like hours before he felt like he could get up.
Still clutching his hand to his chest and applying pressure, Harry got to his feet and looked around.
He was still stuck on a roof, and, if Harry could recognise the houses that surrounded him, then he was on his school's roof. Not good. He was on top of a four-storey building. Harry was going to have to find a way down that suited his now disabled state, preferably without injuring himself further while doing so.
He tottered over to the side and looked down to a twenty metre drop. Ok, definitely not jumping. The floor was concrete and there was a spiked fence surrounding the building that would not end up prettily for him if he fell on either.
Surprisingly, Harry wasn't really affected by the height, he could look down without a real sense of vertigo.
The playground seemed empty and Harry couldn't hear anything; the kids had gone inside for the end of lunch-break. There didn't seem to be any adults around either; he couldn't call for help.
Leaning his elbow on the terrace as a support, Harry edged his way around the roof, peering down the sides for a way down, all the while conscious that the edges of his vision were darkening.
It was only after he saw it that he remembered that the school had construction work being done on it and there were scaffolding supports going up the walls. He could use them to climb down.
Harry shuffled over to the scaffolds and onto the top level, pretty difficult with both hands occupied, one hand bloody and ruined and the other staunching the blood flow. There was a ladder with thin rungs going down to each floor and Harry was pretty sure he could climb down it...
…if he had the use of both his hands. Currently, one was occupied by helping to recuperate the other.
The height between the steps were an additional problem for Harry but nevertheless, he would give it a go; there wasn't anything else he could do.
Awkwardly, Harry sat down on the top rung and put his legs on the next one down. Even then his legs were almost completely straight. He would need to sit down on the rung he was putting his feet on and move his feet down to the next one, leaning his head back to push against the rung above him so that he didn't topple over and fall the twenty metres down onto a concrete floor or the sharp, spiked fence.
With baited breath, partly from fear, the other from the pain, he started down.
Now he was afraid of the height and every slight centimetre off his intended location of moving to, his stomach would clench and he would try everything he could to get back to where he wanted to be. The steps were wet as it had rained recently, not helping him stay on.
It was the second to last step where Harry lost his footing and slipped, throwing himself forward and face planting onto the platform where he felt his nose break.
Harry didn't lose his momentum though and he felt his body continue over the edge of the platform. His arms flailed to grab something and he knocked his injured hand against a pole, sending a shock of pain down his arm, preventing him from grabbing anything else.
During free fall, Harry turned over to face the ground and saw, rushing up to meet him, the iron, spiked fence running around the school.
He was going to die. He knew it.
He flailed his limbs for something to hold on to, despite his arms probably ripping out their sockets if he did catch and hold onto something.
Harry wished he was somewhere else. Somewhere he could land softly, a body of water or some cushions. A trampoline? Anything. Was it too much to ask?
He just didn't want to be impaled onto a spiked fence.
His body suddenly squeezed.
He was being suffocated again. It didn't feel quite as painful as last time which was a plus. It still felt like being squeezed through a hollow needle.
When Harry's experience of being flushed down the toilet made for a mouse finished, he could still feel wind rushing past him and he opened his eyes, only to see green ground rushing up to meet him.
With a sickening thud, he landed on the ground and Harry lost consciousness.
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Authors Notes:
So... bit of a short first chapter but I think most introductions shouldn't be too long.
NOTE: If you are ever in a situation where you have cut off a finger or toe, simply raise it about your heart to make it harder for the blood to flow out of it. You can get it reattached within twelve hours of it coming off.
Sorry that I made Harry act a little older than his age (9). A real nine year old would be bawling his eyes out, crying and screaming. I can't quite have that as it attracts attention and questions and I need Harry to fall off a building without interruptions please!
Not only did Harry fall twenty metres which is already quite big for you American readers out there (about 62 feet), but he fell an extra five to ten metres from his apparition and I'd like to think that you keep most of your momentum during teleportation.
This means he fell a total of about 25-30 metres (about 82-98 feet) hitting the floor at about 80kmph (about 50mph) if his weight was for the average eight year old boy (Harry is a bit malnourished). I will say that it is lucky he didn't break his neck and die. My only answer, accidental magic. Why? Plot convenience.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next one should come out within the next month if I finish it on time.