A/N: This is a story I started writing a year, year and a half ago. I came up with the wording for the prologue in the shower and thought it was so amazing. It's not quite as amazing as I thought and remembered, but that's okay.
The problem is I hadn't come up with a decent plot. I sort of have one, and I've written some more of the story, but this is probably the best part so far. I need to write more of the plot at some point...
I do not own Harry Potter, and the title is tentative because I needed something to post it under, and I suck at titles. But it will make sense come the next chapter. Suggestions appreciated.
Enjoy!
The young boy, barely eight, drifted, half-asleep, as his mother read him Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets for the umpteenth time. Funny, he thought, she always gets emotional at this bit. Ginny was being dragged into the chamber by the dreaded memory of Tom Riddle. Actually... Mum looks rather like Ginny. His mother had flaming red hair (that he had inherited), and sparkling, mischievous blue eyes. And Dad- his father had untidy black hair, brilliant green eyes, and the slightest hint of a scar on his forehead. He claimed it came from a car wreck, but it was a pretty sensitive subject that was hardly ever brought up. Never mind, that's ridiculous. Silly. Impossible. My last name's not even Potter. I'm a Muggle. Wizards aren't real... right? And he fell asleep peacefully, just as Harry saved Ginny Weasley from the basilisk.
A/N: So that's that. I modified it from the original. And this part's only a prologue. The actual story will start when he's older. Hogwarts age.
Bonus points to anyone who catches a reference I added in there. I had it already written, I added one word and it became a nerd-tastic shout-out thing.
Review please?
(You know you have a problem when Author's Notes are longer than the chapter. They won't always, or probably ever again be, though.)
