Chapter 1
My life is my own
No one can tell me wrong
It is hard to trust others
I just want to be alone
No one understands me
No one gets my pain
All my life I've been judged
And made others ashamed
I wish I could go back
And get my life on track
I have no one to call my own
My heart burns for him
His silver mercury eyes
He draws me in
I can't fight and a part of me doesn't want to
I am all on my own
I didn't want to go back there. That was my own personal hell. He beat me, raped me and had left me for death. But Dumbledore said I had to go something about the wards protecting me from Voldemourt. What about protecting me from my uncle?
The train stopped and I hopped off it putting my mask back on. I said goodbye to Ron and Hermione my only friends they were worried for me but there was nothing any of us could do.
You may be wondering who I am. Well my name is Harrison James Potter. But most people know me as Harry Potter or the Boy Who Lived. I don't remember that night too well and truthfully I'm glad. You see my parents died that night protecting me from Voldemourt. My life was changed from the on. I've lived with the Dursely's and was barely fed I am the smallest boy no take that back the smallest person at my school. I stand at a tiny 5'1 and everyone towers over me I feel like a child looking up at everyone. I will be turning seventeen soon and will be getting my inheritance. I am expecting the worse because my life has always been messed up. Most wizards just get a power boost and gain strength and height but something tells me mine will be different I am always different.
Oh there's Uncle Vernon already looking angry.
"Hello Uncle Vernon," I say struggling with my trunk and Hedwigs cage.
"Lets go boy," Uncle Vernon growled out with hate.
That was as far as our conversations go. Unless he was ordering me around or beating me up. He always calls me a filthy worthless freak but my friends say I am important. But I don't know if I am I've already fulfilled my destiny I defeated Voldemourt now what do I do?
