Disclamier: Harry Potter is not mine it is J.K. Rowlings and any OCs that I make might be copies from other people although I will take no credit from those people and I will state who and what I have taken. Although this story has partly come from Serpens Armarem by Evander.

I might just make this a Darry fic but we'll see how this story forms itself it might be a HarryXOC slash. Well something yaoish just a head up.

Absoconditus sermo- Chapter 1 Beginnings and Death

To say that Mr and Mrs Dursley were anything but normal would be outrageous and who ever said that should see a mental asylum according to everyone whom knew them. Mr Dursley was a big, beefy man with a very large moustache who was a director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.
While Mrs Dursley was a tall slim woman with blonde hair, horse-like face and a very long neck which came in handy for spying on neighbours to see if anything was happening over the fence.
Mr and Mrs Dursley had a son; Dudley whom they thought was the dearest angel of a child that anyone could want. However if you saw him in anyone else's eyes, say his cousin, then you would be looking at a whale of a child that liked sweets and didn't do any exercise with blonde hair, hardly a angel.
Now there was another person whom lived in their house Dudley's cousin, (also Mrs Dursley's older sister's child not that she would admit to having a sister not even under torture) Harry.
Harry was a scrawny child of twelve years with messy black hair, round glasses hiding dark green eyes and a most odd scar on his forehead that looked like a 'S'.
Even though Harry had below average grades one if they ever got to know him, if they weren't frighten by Dudley and his gang, would say that he was smart and that he could often understand people without them knowing.
Like when he was five years of age and dressed as a girl under the command of Dudley who threaten to tell his father that Harry was doing odd things again if he did not comply. Needless to say that Mr Dursley was in shock, confusion and anger with mild disgust and Mrs Dursley was in awe, wonder, shock and mild happiness because she had always wanted a daughter but was perfectly content with a son thank you very much.
Although he did get a beating, several beatings to "stop looking like a fag, boy!" as Mr Dursley put it ever so kindly that day.
Harry was anything but normal and so wasn't too welcomed in the normal Dursley household of number four, Privet Drive anyway. You see Harry is a wizard, not just any wizard he was Harry Potter the boy-who-lived and supposably killed a very powerful dark wizard when he was one year old.

Seven years has passed since the "girl incident" as Mrs Dursley put it and little (not so little anymore more like large and fat but you didn't hear it from anyone especially Harry) Dudley, or as his mother calls him Dinky duddydums, was twelve years of age where we currently left off before the "girl incident".
Harry was going to the king's cross station where he would board a train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to be with his best friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley and away from the Dursleys.
Although as our young wizard had learnt many times throughout his life starting from the age of one that life didn't go according to one's wishes, or rather in better words life was a utter bitch and bipolar when you really didn't need it to.

Harry found himself withering in pain as an older, or younger depending on how people saw it, Tom Riddle was laughing as though his friend just told him a joke.
Well if he hadn't been protecting Ginny, Ron's younger sister the only girl to be born into the Weasley family for several generations, from a Basilisk then he probably wouldn't be in the mess he was currently in right now but no one was to blame but him.
Oddly enough to Harry he found new strength in pulling out the Basilisk fang that was in his arm and pulling the black leather book closer to him, the diary.
Ignoring the cries and yells from Tom he opened the diary and stabbed it with the fang watching the diary to pour black ink from its pages, as if it was bleeding, then closed the book after stabbing both sides of the book and stabbed it once more for good luck he told himself even though he just knew he wanted to stab something because he was in a odd mood after getting the Basilisk poison in his blood.
Slowly he was feeling weaker and weaker and the image of Tom Riddle exploded with a bright light that he had to cover his eyes and close his eyes for good measure, he already had glasses he didn't want to get new ones just because Tom damaged him on his way out of the world.
Harry could feel a feathery touch on his skin and opened his eyes. Fawkes, Professor Dumbledore's phoenix was nuzzling him and crying. Suddenly he felt strangely happy, knowing that someone or something was crying for him when he was dying and collapsed to the ground with a 'humph' and shut his eyes once more.

If Harry knew these events were going to happen like him facing off with Lord Voldemort again, Professor Dumbledore really needed to watch what happens within the school much better considering last year, and defeating a twelve foot Basilisk and getting killed he might have not gone into the Chamber of Secrets in the first place. In another time he might have gone just to save Ginny and cure his curiosity.
Although mostly to cure his curiosity more than saving Ginny because even though she was Ron's little sister she was plain out weird, more so than Luna Lovegood a girl from Ravenclaw. Let's see just a day ago before Harry died in the Chamber of Secrets, not that it is a secret for much longer.

I really don't know if Luna comes in the 2nd book or 3rd but if she doesn't come in the 2nd book then I'll just like to say Harry only knows her from rumours that people have told him.

Also you'll have to find out about the day before in the next chapter because it's 2:54am and I've got a game to CBT at 10:30am. Yes I am just much of a nerd.

Edit: I have just edited the story so that it is more easily readable to people.