Whispers in Harry's Head

A very short introduction to a long story. This is the setup. There are a few odd things you will find in the introduction. Don't let them put you off, they are all there for a bigger plot. My previous stories have all been too easy on Harry and Voldemort together, this will be very much different – the main reason why I stopped writing the Slytherin Potter series is that.

This really will be the beginning of a long FanFiction, that is what I am planning. I am very open to suggestions. There is currently no slash planned, but that is probably going to change as he progresses through the further years. It seems very odd that some people want 11 year old slash - especially the ones with 11 year old Harry and ancient old Tom. So PLEASE LEAVE SUGGESTIONS!

Note: Italics represent 'the voice' thinking/talking inside of his head.

In the future bold italics will represent parseltongue.

In the future underlined italics will represent Harry's thoughts – yet that will be infrequent.

Enjoy…


Flash of Green

"Avada Kedavra…"

Out of the beautifully made yew wand shot a terribly green coloured flash of light, straight at Harry. It was unavoidable. Certain death. Yet Harry never died. He looked up at the broken man who tumbled to his feet, and out of him popped a sliver of bright light. The light was as bright as looking directly at the blinding sun – as if looking at the sun for the first time. The soul became part of Harry… an accidental horcrux. A part of Voldemort would now live inside of Harry.

What is this… what am I? Where is my body? Why am I inside this boy's mind? Don't tell me I am inside Harry? NO! I have to kill him. I can't kill him now!

Several hours passed by. A man with a long curly grey beard wearing long blue robes and half-moon spectacles, a scrawny teacher wearing emerald green, and a large man with a massive black beard were standing around him.

Why is Dumbledore and McGonagall here?

"Here lies the savour of the wizarding world." Dumbledore smiled. "A hero."

"Where will he stay?" McGonagall sniffed.

"With his muggle aunt and uncle. He'll know his half-blood heritage, but not about his possible pureblood* heritage, and it will stay that way. I've been doing some family research and I am starting to believe that Lilly was not a muggle born student. I believe that she may have come from a short line of pureblood squibs, hiding away in the muggle world together. They probably changed their name. However I am speculating here of course. Away from his soon to be famous life in the wizarding world. With a simple muggle family, the Dursley's."

PUREBLOOD? THIS BOY IS A PUREBLOOD?

"I wouldn't breath a word to anyone of that." Sighed McGonagall, "It's best for him if he doesn't know. It's best for us all."

"Aye. I'll forget anyway"

After several minutes of talking, the large man began to cry and Dumbledore picked Harry up. After a few minutes of silence, Professor McGonagall held him in her arms. Dumbledore took a photo of the boy there, the only one he would give to the press when he announced that Harry here saved the wizarding world. He ensured that this photo contained the very important detail of the mark. Professor McGonagall continued to cry as she stared into the boy's green eyes and innocent face.

"A mark." She cried.

"Yes, a mark. That mark will stay with him forever."

What mark?

"Aww poor wee lad" Hagrid cried. "Doesn't deserve this. Best be headin' off."

Hagrid took Harry in his arms against his chest, and began to carry him. Harry was half asleep, his eyes closed but unable to properly sleep.

Why is this large man carrying Harry? Where are we going?

Harry was being carried by the large man known as Hagrid onto a motorbike and they were off flying. Now Harry couldn't tell at first, and ride felt quite swift and easy as he was tucked in securely.

What the Devil is this? I am not going to anywhere! I am not going to any 'Dursley's'! They are not even magic folk. That is not a magic surname! FILTHY MUGGLES.

"Look at the lights down there Harry!" Hagrid exclaimed with a catch in his throat.

FLYING? UNHAND ME AT ONCE YOU FILTHY OAF!

Several hours had passed by, but the voice in Harry's head continued to moan, and grumble, and shout. It was full of anger, whereas Harry felt quite peaceful, simple, and warm while he was tucked in. He couldn't feel like he was in the air, the magic was making his journey oh so simple and light.

"We're nearly there Harry, close your eyes." Hagrid smiled at him, with tears still running down his cheek.

When they arrived in the middle of the street, all of the lamps were out. This made for an unsteady landing on the tarmac of the road below. As Hagrid made an unsteady landing, the others were there observing already talking amongst each other. McGonagall could barely believe that Hagrid was trusted to carry out such an important task alone. They were standing outside an ordinary house, in the middle of an ordinary street. A street that knew no magic, but that did play host to a squib. Mrs. Figg wasn't proud of being a squib. No one was ever proud of being a squib, yet she had one of the most important tasks of all. She was to keep an eye on the boy-who-lived.

NO! Not to live with muggles. I'll kill you for this Dumbledore. You'll live to regret the day you sent this boy to a muggle house. A muggle house with a possible SQUIB in it. So long a line of squibs they were forgotten! They don't even know they're squibs! They'll be dead before the boy is five.

Dumbledore took Harry from Hagrid and held him in his hands one last time. He could feel the warmth of the child all snug up in his blanket. He sat the boy on the front door step and made visible the scar on his forehead. It was a lightning bolt, identical to the 'swoliō' rune meaning sun. You could see the rip in Harry's skin where it seemed a cut was. It was very dark magic, so dark that even Dumbledore could not understand its meaning… its purpose.

You're leaving him on the front door step? Are you mad? This is the boy who saved your life, and you put him on the door step of some muggle with a letter? EVEN I AM NOT THAT EVIL!

"Goodbye Harry Potter, we'll see you again soon." Dumbledore spoke simply, with a hint of content.

I will enjoy the look of horror on your face when you see this boy again Dumbledore, you mark my WORDS! HAHAHAHAHAHA

They didn't realise what might happen tomorrow, the nasty shock that Petunia and Vernon Dursley would get when they woke up the next morning. The screams.


A/N: *I realise some people won't be happy about the pureblood situation, HOWEVER it may or may not be the case. It is speculation by Dumbledore.

I hope you enjoy the short introduction. This was to give you a taster into the world that will unravel before your very eyes. This FanFiction will be updated when possible, with no strict schedule for the beginning.

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I must stress that I am committed to this FanFiction. The previous fanfictions were not as well written as I planned, and they made certain characters too powerful from the get-go. Furthermore, it got certain characters in situations where they became untouchable. This will be very different. Warning for those that want a op-Harry super-strong from the start walkover.