Authors note: Ok, so this is my first attempt at writing...ever. I know this chapter is short and most likely has plenty of plot holes, but I have always wanted to write my own story. This first chapter is to get an idea of what kind world response it will get and see if there is anyone out there who is remotely interested in reading it. I plan on making this story Long, as in well over 50 chapters. I also don't have a beta, I am writing this on my phone, and I have absolutely no idea what I am doing. Please review and let me know what you think.
Standard disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor am I writing this for profit.
Chapter One: A Freak
The freak sat alone, blood trickling down his face from where his Cousin Dudley had punched him. His eye was already starting swell shut as his tears ran freely down his face. He didn't understand what he had done so wrong, but for as long as he could remember, he had lived the life of a slave. Every single day was a constant reminder of what he was...a freak! A good for nothing freak whose job it was to please his owners.
Everyday, he cooked, cleaned the whole house, and cater to the Dersleys. No matter how much that he worked, he still only got a piece of bread and a styrofoam cup with water every night shoved through the slot Mr. Dursley had installed in the door.
Today he had mowed the lawn, twice, because Mr. Dursley didn't like how it was done the first time. Then after making and serving dinner he cleaned the kitchen as quiet and quickly as possible as his fat master ate his fill. After dinner he served them tea in the living room as they watched the evening news. At one point Dudley had tripped him and made him drop the tea pot, which shattered. Mr. Dursley had of course yelled at him and had told his fat son to "take care of the Freak". Dudley had then hauled him to his feet by his hair and drug him to the hallway and proceeded to punch him in the face and kick him into his personal space.
As he sat there crying, thinking about his lot in life, wishing he could just disappear, he heard a little pop from inside his cubbord under the stares. Looking up, he found to his surprise a small creature with big eyes and floppy ears.
"Harry Potter?", the little creature asked in a squeaky voice.
"No, sir, I'm Freak." he replied wondering who Harry Potter was.
"Freak? No, yous being Harry Potter!"
"Keep your voice down!" he whispered quickly, "you will get me in trouble"
"My apologise Mr. Potter", the creature whispered, "I is here to deliver a message".
"Why do you keep calling me Mr. Potter? My name is Freak", afraid that Mr. Dursley would open his cubbord door at any moment and he would be punished, again.
"Because you IS Harry Potter, sir. I is Tipsey, and I is being told to give you this".
The small creature handed him a letter. He looked at it with wonder, who would be writing to him?
Slowly, he reached out his hand and took the letter. Turning it over he saw writing on the front. Looking back up, he was surprised to find that the tiny creature was no longer there. Quickly looking around his small cramped living area, he couldn't find any evidence that the creature had even been there, with the exception of the letter clutched tightly in his hand.
Slowly, he sat down with the letter in his hands as he tried to decipher the squiggles and lines that were on the front of the envelope. Turning over the letter he saw what looked like wax, with a strange bird holding what looked like a stick in one claw and an arrow in the other that was holding the flap of the envelope closed.
With great care, he broke the wax seal and opened the letter. Taking out the parchment, he unfolded the letter and again looked at the lines, dots, and other weird symbols that comprised the majority of the letter. As he looked at the bottom of the parchment he again saw the strange bird that was on the wax. Slowly, almost reverently, he passed his finger over the symbol. As soon as his finger touched the center of the bird, he felt a tug behind his navel, and suddenly he was whisked away to who knows where...
