Disclaimer: I own nothing at all to do with Harry Potter, nor I do not own nothing at all to do with Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha.
Rating: T for safety, as for minor swears and blood
Summary: What If? Kinda Story. What if Harry was abandon on belief of being a squib? What if he was to gain the Book of Darkness? What if he was to become the new Master of not only its guardians, but the new Master the Night Sky!? First story, please read!
Hey this is my first ever story here on fanfiction. I hope you all like it, this is a What If story which I hope you all enjoy. Plus to get this story to work in with the MGLN, I've had to change their date of birth:
Clyde Harlaown – Birth = 1957 – 0016 :+: Death = 1982 – 0041
Lindy Harlaown – Birth = 1960 – 0019
Gil Graham – Birth = 1931
Chrono Harlaown – Birth = 1977 – 0036
Nanoha / Hayate – Birth = 1982 – 0041
So hopefully that will help, and stop people from asked about their ages. Also, sorry for the oncoming notes below, but this should hopefully clear up any question that you may want to know or might ask.
Some main changes from the MGLN plotline:
1: Before many of you complain, Hayate will be in this story even though she isn't the owner of the Book of Darkness. She will also have a connection with the family.
2: Most of the Nanoha cast, bar Gil and his familiars along with the guardians, will not be appearing until the summer after Harry's first year, where the events of A's take place, only differently.
3: The events of A's in this story are taking place over their summer holidays leading up to Harry's twelfth birthday, instead of it happening in the Christmas month of December.
This is here to inform you, as the Jewel Seed event will not appear in the story, it will be mentioned but not seen:
0-0: The incident took place between late January and early March, 1991.
0-0: Nanoha did get Raising Heart when she was nine, but the incident ended before her tenth birthday in March.
0-0: So in this story, the Jewel Seed event takes place nine months before the Book of Darkness case.
Hopefully those notes or bullet plots will have answered many of your questions, which you may have after reading thought this the first time.
Chapter Story Word Count (Not including A/N or Previous): 5,334
Key:
"Talking" – 'Thinking'
"Using Spell" – [Device Spell using]
{Mage Mind Link} – [Device Talking]
'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord is born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…'
The old man sat quietly at his desk as he stopped for a second to think; his name was Albus Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was looking at the orb in his hand.
"Severus only heard up to the seventh month dies, which he reported to Tom." he muttered before looking at the orb again and played the rest of the prophecy.
'…two are born…one shall be look… while the other will be…he shall gain…'
This was when the orb died out, it frustrated the old man to no end, as that last part was not clear and was cutting bits out. What is the power he shall gain?
He had looked through all of the books in his collection and couldn't find anything on the thing. But then thinking back to what had occurred earlier tonight, or rather the previous night as it was now five o'clock in the morning.
The previous night on the 31st October 1981, Halloween Night, the Potter's were betrayed to Voldemort.
They were at the Potter's summer home in Godric Hallows, hiding under the Fidelius Charm. That night, their Secret Keeper had betrayed them out and Voldemort's presence descended on the cottage.
James Potter was at an order meeting that night, which many noted that both Sirius and Peter was absent from. The meeting went along fine, like all others before it, when Frank Longbottom informed them that he would be heading leaving early to check on his wife, Alice Longbottom nee Slughorn, and one-year-old son, Neville Longbottom.
James asked his friend, formed with the aid of old Potter/Longbottom Alliance if he could stop by and check-up on his wife, Lily Potter nee Evans, and twin sons, Harrison and Michael.
Frank agreed as he needed to collect Alice's cookbook off of Lily. That was the last thing he said to them before he disappeared through the green flames to the Potter's Cottage.
No later than five minutes of Frank's departure, the warning bells went off indicating that the Fidelius Charm protecting the cottage in Godric Hallow has been torn down, which is impossible to do unless done from the inside.
Everyone sprang from their seats in a hurry. Dumbledore was able to move the fastest with the help of his phoenix who flamed him right over there.
He came across the horrid sight of the destroyed cottage. He could feel the wards that had been thrown up that cuts off the floo, apparition, and portkeys, leaving it impossible for one to escape unless they do it my Muggle means.
Just through the shattered front door, on the ground with a wand in hand, was the body of Frank Longbottom. The body had been sliced right across the waist across, leaving the body split in two different directions.
Once the old headmaster had moved the two parts of a man's body together and placed a cloth over the top of him, he had made his way up the staircase, coming across the nursery…
Lily was laying there, the life in her eyes were gone.
Simply looking at the scene, and it was clear what had happened, the Dark Lord reduced the door to nothing but splinters and entered, she must have pleaded for the lives but Voldemort wouldn't have it and stuck her down…
But what happened next?
Looking at the robes at his feet, the headmaster recognized them of Voldemort's, but that is impossible. Before Albus had a chance to check on the children, which to his shock and joy were still alive but had a tonne of excess magic on them, James and the rest of the order arrived.
Everything had gone downhill from there as it hadn't taken them long to track Sirius Black. James himself claimed that the man was their Secret Keeper.
They found the man laughing deranged in the middle of a blown up street, covered in blood and different parts of people or burned bodies. James jumped and attacked the man, shouting at him for killing his wife.
The aurors separated them, Black was taken away…
Plus the announcement of Voldemort's death reached everyone's ears, from it Michael was known as the Boy-Who-Lived due to the scar on the top of his head, he had rebounded the killing curse while protecting his big brother.
Millicent Bagnold, the current Minister for Magic, along with Bartemius Crouch Sr., the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and other members of the jury, most of whom brought their way out of trials pleading with the Imperius Curse.
They had sentenced Sirius Black straight off to Azkaban for the betrayal of the Potters, along with the murders of Peter Pettigrew and twelve muggles.
In doing so, they had broken their own laws and shipped him out before the hour was passed.
This was without even holding a trial where the current Lord Black should have been put on trial under Veritaserum, the most powerful truth serum to date, while an Unspeakable tore down his Occlumency so the one being charge couldn't fight the potion.
However, they wanted to be in the good graces of the Boy-Who-Lived later down the line and ignored it.
So all he now knew, from the aftermath, was Micheal now looked upon for being marked by Voldemort, the LV-like symbol was where he deflected the killing curse.
Harry's lightning scar was avoided and pointed out as a simple backlash of magic, even though the headmaster could detect the dark magic within the scar on the boy's head. James refused to listen.
This caused the headmaster to become apprehensive. As there seemed to be more problems being created.
Both boys were taken to a healer for a check-up for lasting magical damage and the results for Harry was surprising, it mention nothing of his scar but his core had seem to have decreased in size to the point that you would believe he was a squib.
James never read the little detail and believed his eldest son to be a powerless squib and a disgrace on the Potter name.
Albus hopes that the man wouldn't do anything too reckless or rash towards his son; the headmaster was ashamed to admit that he was one of the main causes that caused Tom to turn into Voldemort.
He was, in words, scared of the boy over the fact he could speak to snakes. It was because of that fear that Tom was treated differently from the professor who watched his every move.
He would not make that mistake again!
Only a year had passed since that night and a lot has changed in that time.
The primary one being the fact that James Potter and Alice Longbottom nee Slughorn had announced their engagement to the whole wizarding world.
The news had caused those who had an interest in the Boy-Who-Lived, to spike rocket further as now the Ancient and Most Nobel Houses of Potter and Longbottom, which Alice inherited in Frank's will and would be passed to Neville when he's ready, as one.
It wasn't easy for the family, as there were those pureblood lords who would insult the Potter's for not only having a squib present in their family, but also as the eldest child and the next heir to the Potter line.
But it was quickly sorted out.
James took him and Michael to Gringotts was he stripped the squib of his title, by means of disowning and bestowed it upon the Boy-Who-Lived.
People rejoiced when they found out that their beloved Boy-Who-Lived had been named heir to the Ancient and Most Nobel House of Potter, doing so caused many other purebreds to back down with their mocking comments.
This was simply because the heir or heiress of the house had more magical protection than that of other family members, bar the current head of the family house.
Another month passed, even though most comments had calmed down there were still whispers that Lord Potter heard, those mocking him for even having a squib present in their home and for treating it like a human begin.
Right there and then, Lord Potter knew he had to do something and fast. Otherwise, he's family's name would be looked as like a mockery.
He did do something, on one Halloween night…
The old Headmaster forced himself to use every ounce of his occulmency training not to weep for the child, or to unleash his fury upon his friend. Suddenly, he stopped and gasp for breath "Wait."
It would seem his source was right, on this very night at Private Drive, James carrying his sleeping son, turned to see what Dumbledore wanted. The headmaster looked at his former students with an expression that hadn't been seen on his face for a long time, anguish.
"Are you absolutely sure this is necessary?" he asked.
The old man had to try once more time to get through to him
"I understand that I cannot convince you to raise him along with the training you will give his brothers, but surely you and Alice can at least help raise your own son."
"Albus, my decision is final," an annoyed James spoke, holding a look that he wasn't going to change his mind. "The mark of a squib would only bring nothing more than shame upon us. Besides, I'd rather not deal with Harry becoming jealous or acting out to attract unwanted attention."
"James, please see reason! How can you honestly say that leaving your son with Lily's sisters of all people? You know the two of them hated each other!" Trying to make them see reason, he had single handily watched the Dursley's for two whole day hidden. His report wasn't a pleasant one.
Petunia Dursley nee Evans is obsessed at being an ordinary person, who lives a life in high class. If anything freakish appears, she would lash out at it and start dreadful rumours around the place, making many others look down on them. The biggest thing of all, she destroys anything that is in relation to her sister's freaky world.
Vernon Dursley, Petunia's husband, was a very horrid man, and Dumbledore admits that's just sugar-coating it. The man drinks, he lies, he gambles, he even harasses other women in his office of work just to fill his fantasies. But the biggest thing of all, he was greedy, he wanted nothing more than money, money, money!
Dudley Dursley, son of Vernon and Petunia, is nothing more than a spoilt little terror, demanding everything off people and expecting them to hand it simply over without question. Otherwise, he would hurt them and wouldn't get in trouble with the sway Vernon holds at being close friends with the principle.
"How can you deny him the comfort of knowing a mother's love and kindness or a father's wisdom? For Merlin's sake, you leave him here and any magical family…"
"I'm sorry, Albus," James cut him off. "But my decision is final. I have discussed this matter with Remus, Alice, even Arthur and Molly Weasley. All of them agree with us. Our Michael is the chosen one! We simply cannot divide our attention between him, Neville, and a squib. They require special training and attention; Harry would have, most likely if he had magic, been average at best."
"You are abandoning-"
"We aren't abandoning him!" James cut in once again, indignantly.
"You are abandoning your own flesh and blood simply because you assume he's a squib! Don't forget there have been many late bloomers when it comes to magic cores!"
"Albus, calm down and listen to me," The man replied. "If he isn't a squib, then me and Alice are not going to abandon our son here permanently."
"I am afraid that I do not follow. Please, enlighten me. Just how is not abandonment? Or perhaps you'd like to inform me that I need to check a more updated volume of the English dictionary?"
"Three months before Hogwarts letters go out, in June, you get a list of all names of students for the new upcoming year." James responded as if that would justify everything. "If Harrison's name is on the list, we will reclaim him and make sure he is ready to attend Hogwarts. We will explain the situation and make him see that it is for the best."
"And you think that he will be happy with that? That he will jump into your arms, with joy crying 'Daddy' after you look him in the eye and tell him that he was cast aside because you thought he was a squib?"
"Of course not, we expect that he will be angry at first," James replied shaking his head. "But we are confident that he will see reason and be willing to live happily with us, he will be overjoyed to learn that he'll be living with us."
"To think that you would stoop as low as abandon you own son to people who HATE magic with a passion! Your father, your mother, and Lily would be rolling over in their graves, James Potter." With those final words, Albus Dumbledore apparated away.
James just sighed and shook their head, not understanding why the Headmaster could not see the logic in their plan? It was flawless, in his minds at least.
He continued walking the remaining distance to the front porch of #4 Private Drive and left the sleeping two-year-old Harry on the doorstep, wrapped in a small blanket with a note that has his name and age fastened to it.
Potter then pulled out his wand and cast a dark blood-ward spell tying it to Harry's blood over the neighbourhood. One that doesn't protect the boy, but instead informs him if anyone magical tries to take him away from the house. Satisfied with the job he's done, he walked down the sidewalk and into an alley, before he apparated home.
Never for one moment realizing that her had casted the ward incorrectly, the blood-ward would inform him if someone magical tried to take the boy from the ward against his will. However, if Harry decides to leave on his free will, then the wards would do nothing.
Minutes after the James had left, a form shifted into view next to the sleeping form of Harry. Albus Dumbledore may have been unable to convince James and Alice to reconsider their actions, but he refused to let a child alone in the night.
"Oh Harry…I hope someday, you will find it in your heart to forgive this old man for his failure. Everyone deserves the opportunity to find their path in life, and you, my dear boy, are no different."
Almost an hour had passed, the old headmaster sighed with a headache forming as he sat inside the living room of #4 Private Drive. It had taken him nearly this whole hour before finally he was able to convince the Dursley's to take Harry in and look after him.
But it cost two things.
Firstly, they would be paid for looking after the boy. Dumbledore agreed as long as part of the money went to the welfare of Harry. The two agreed they would, even though Dumbledore could easily see past it, causing him to state: "You'll be paid, as long as young Harrison remains alive, in your custody, and calls you a family.
Secondly and more importantly, Dumbledore was to put up one of those freaky-magical shields to protect them and their precious Dudley, forgetting all about Harry for a moment.
Dumbledore agreed yet again that he would get right onto it, it only took him no more than three seconds to create a barrier, but unknown to the Dursley's, he keyed it to Harry. As long as the boy calls this place and those muggles his home and family, the barrier shall remain. In other words, the barrier was tied to the same conditions as the money.
In truth, these were the last people on this planet he would want to pay. But he had no choice; James would find out if he took Harry away, which Potter would then bring down on him with the aid of the Minister for Magic that he was trying to kidnap his son.
With the barrier done and out of the way, he gave young Harry one last goodbye before being forced to leave the house.
Seven Years Later
"Okay, that finishes your check-up for the month." A doctor in a white coat spoke with a light smile on his face as he put his equipment away, before turning to the one he had just performed his monthly check-up.
The nine-year-old, raven haired boy with shining forest green eyes, had moved himself from the bed to his wheelchair. To the side of it was his bag pack, which was full of books that he had brought from a bookstore prior to his check-up.
"It seems we were longer than usual today." The doctor spoke looking out of the window; the sun was beginning its descent into night. "Let's get you on down to the hospital bus stop before the last bus leaves."
The boy smiled softly nodding his head, moving his bag pack onto his lap. The doctor pushed the chair along, out of the room and down the hallway.
It was easily noticeable that the boy was known by the other doctors and nurses as they greeted him and he greeted them back. It wasn't until they were in the elevator going down that the boy spoke.
"Um…Doctor Astra." The boy's voice spoke up softly, his green eyes looking up at the man. "H-How is my condition?" he asked as the man never really mentioned it during his check-up.
There was a reason why too.
Doctor Richard Astra, born in Japan and graduated with a doctor's degree like his close friend, Doctor Sachie Ishida. It was nearly four years ago in a few months that he moved out here, with the lad before him here was his first ever patient.
After the incident on Halloween back then, nerve paralysis was what the boy had been diagnosed with back when he was six, which ended with him begin placed in a wheelchair. Over the last few years, the conditions haven't worsened, nor at the same time lighten up.
"It's going good, we are looking more into it and may have found a specialist that can help." He said, but by the look in the eyes, he could tell that the boy would rather one day be out of that chair.
Honestly, the man is trying everything to help this boy. He's considering sending the boy to Uminari City in Japan. Nerve paralysis is one of the fields that his old friend had studied more in then himself.
He's even contacted her about this, she wants to meet the boy and have a look at his condition herself. Though, she's unable to fly out at this current moment in time, due to looking after her adopted daughter of...well about the same about of time, the boy's been his patient.
Hayate Yagami.
His fellow doctor had met her through a simple check-up of the children at a local orphanage. It was something about the girl's nature that captured Sachie's heart, a few months later she would end up adopting Hayate.
Actually, it was because of the two doctors that the two children started sending emails to one another. He had to smile, the boy had made such good friends with the Yagami girl.
Feeling a gush of wind on his face, the doctor blinked as he realized they had left the elevator to the point they were standing outside, at the bus stop. To which the final bus for the night had pulled up, people climbing on while the driver lowered the wheelchair ramp.
"I'll see you next month Mr. Potter." He said to the boy, who nodded his head at him. "Oh before I forget…" he reached into his coat, pulling out a wrapped up present. "I may not get a chance to say this tomorrow, so happy early tenth birthday, Harry."
The boy smiled softly as he accepted the present "Thank you, Doctor Astra." He replied. Waving goodbye as the driver wheeled him onto the bus, into the section where he wouldn't be in the way.
The bus rose and drove away from the hospital, stopping at certain spots to drop passengers off.
It was well into the night, the late night bus returned from London to Little Whinging in the county of Surrey.
It was just past ten o'clock, as the last occupant on the bus had looked out of the window to see where they were. The next stopping point would not only be the final stop for the bus tonight, but the boy's own stop as well.
The boy was sat quietly reading a book from a small selection in his bag as the bus travelled along the road. He felt the phone in his pocket buzz, pulling it out and looking at the screen he saw the call was from Lotte.
If it had been two or even one year ago he would have answered the phone right out, but after a while the phone soon stopped and informed him he had a new voice message.
He sighed quietly, looking back out the window. Resting upon his lap was the book his 'mother' had left behind for him, it was still impossible to open because of the chain.
Unknown to others who had watched him earlier, if they had looked a little closer that would have noticed that while it looked like he was reading the book, his mind was, in fact, thinking over everything that had happened in his life, till now.
Since he could remember he had lived with his cousins, the Dursley's, on his mother's side of the family. Where from a young age, he was always told that his parents and brother were killed in a car crash, as they were lazy, deadbeat, broke, drunks who lived off other people.
It also seemed his aunt, his mother's sister, had a strong hatred if someone was to mention the word or anything to do with 'magic' anywhere near her. She would screech stating that it wasn't real and that it was to never spoken of again.
But that wasn't the worse of it.
From when he could remember until three years ago, he had been smacked, punched, kicked, beaten, and even whipped.
Everything was being done towards this boy, who was being treated as if he was more of a slave than a family member.
He was made an enemy of kids around him because they were scared of his cousin Dudley, also had to look stupider than him, and finally living in a cupboard under the stairs.
Wishing every day to leave this misery…
Then came the final turning point, on Halloween back when he was six. Kids were heading on home from elementary school. Many were talking among each other about what costumes they were going to wear, when they go trick-or-treating that night.
But not all were talking happily.
That would be coming from a young boy, wearing oversized hand me downs that belong to his cousin, running for his safety as his cousin and friends were chasing after him, stating that their game of 'Harry Hunting' had begun.
He was able to lose them by cutting through the park, as he neared home, or rather his aunt and uncles house; he reached the final crossing that would lead onto his street. But that is when it happened.
Right as Harry cross the street, after looking both ways, a car had speeded around the corner in his direction. It was the car of his Uncle Vernon, which didn't seem to be slowing down for one second.
With how close the crossing was to that corner turn, Harry had no time to move as the last thing he saw was the front bonnet of said car.
The boy shook his head to get those memories out of his head. He's been terrified of going near cars for a while now because of that accident. He shook his head and thought of more recent events.
Looking at the book that his Uncle Gil had given him, the book he said that his 'mother' had left before him. It has never left he side as he always had it near him.
But still…his Uncle Gil had stopped contact with him a few years ago after he turned seven, a year later both Aria and Lotte Liese had to leave and return to Gil's aid.
It has been two years since then since they had disappeared from his life. Tomorrow will be his tenth birthday and he wondered if his wish would come true. All he wanted was to spend it with his family.
The bus came to a stop as the bus driver lowered the ramp, he thought he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, but before he could check the driver had help young Harry by wheeling his chair down the ramp and onto the sidewalk.
Harry thanks the driver for his help, as he nodded his head back. The boy watches as the bus driver pulls the ramp backup and closes the door behind him, before driving off down the street.
Once the bus was gone, Harry began to push himself along the pavement in the location of his home.
The night was peaceful and quiet in this area, one of the things Harry liked about it. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled his phone out and saw his thoughts were correct, he had missed another phone call.
Looking at the screen for a second, he reached down and flipped the top up before pressed play and listen.
[You have two new voice message.] He was told, he played the first message. [Hello? Harry it's me Lotte. Well…um…it's your birthday tomorrow, Harry. I'm sorry to say we won't be able to make it. We'll make it up to you, promise! Well…happy birthday. Bye!] The message came to an end with a beep.
The boy gently closed the lid of his phone down; he didn't know why it hurt. He would be forever grateful to his Uncle Gil, as well as Aria and Lotte. If it weren't for them, he would be living out on the street or even dead, as it was Gil who paid for the treatment.
Plus he wouldn't have also found out about the insurance his mother had left him, if Gil hadn't taken him to the bank and informed them he was Lily Evans son, with identification.
But it still hurt…
Every holiday, every birthday, every Christmas and New Year, he would spend it on his own and by himself in his home.
It would get the usual phone call from Lotte or Aria, wishing him a happy birthday, Christmas, or New Year, followed by a reason that they couldn't come over. Then made up for it by sending him a unique kind of gift.
He then played the message from just before.
[Hey Harry.]
Only the message wasn't English, it was spoken in Japanese.
The boy recognized the voice straight away as Hayate's, since they would usually call one another only once a month on the weekend. Mainly because of the phone bill.
The first time they heard each other's voices, Harry didn't know a lick of Japanese while Hayate didn't understand a single work of English. It was only because he had Doctor Astra there, and she had Doctor Ishida that the two adults translated what was said.
Since then, Harry had been learning Japanese like a second language, with Hayate doing the same with English. After nearly four years, he now understood the basics and could translate what she was saying, or what she wrote by email.
[Sorry about not being able to call you till now. Firstly, I hope I've time this right otherwise I'm going to sound daft, Happy 10th Birthday Harry!] The boy had to chuckle slightly, she got the time zones mixed up again. It seems she realizes this as a voice corrects her. [Wh–oh jeez. Happy Birthday for tomorrow, forget what I said before.]
She quickly corrected, her voice sounded embarrassed.
[I hope you enjoy the gift I sent you, I love what you sent me for my birthday last month.] The other voice begun to speak to her again. [Ah, I've rambled for too long again, enjoy your birthday Harry.] The message came to an end with a beep. [No more messages.]
He had to smile. It was Monday, 30 July 1990 where he was right now and looking at the time, it was 10:30 p.m. So that meant for Hayate in Japan, it was Tuesday, 31 July 1990 and the time was 06:30 a.m.
So knowing Hayate, from their emails and calls, he could tell that she was preparing for the Comiket, from what he checked online was also known as the Comic Market, which is the world's largest dōjinshi fair held twice a year in Tokyo, Japan.
So of course she would be preparing for it. She loves designing and making her own cosplay outfit. The event was coming up out there in a week or so.
Looking at his phone again, the no more messages part did still slightly hurt, it might sound selfish since he got two messages for an early birthday, three including Doctor Astra, but…
Despite no longer living at the Dursley's and now being called Harry Evans, the rumours of his past still hang around and kids are too scared to approach him. Dudley and his gang still mock and tease him, but that was about as far as they could go, many of the teachers had received a warning from the old admiral.
He had also seen his aunt and uncle every now and again along the street; neither came near him due to the restraining order they received in court, in the same court that had let his uncle walk.
Though it changed slightly when Petunia found out he had taken her birth families surname, as well as somehow finding out that his mother had left an inheritance for the freak and not her.
He knew Vernon wanted to do nothing more than walkover and dragged to boy out of his chair, demanding that he hands all the money given to him over. He even tried it once, but found himself tasered by a nearby police officer, who saw a big man advancing on a defenceless kid in a wheelchair.
Looking both ways at a crossing, he began to push his wheelchair across the road. Once across all he would have to do is go around the corner and there his home awaits for him.
However, it would seem that tonight would have a different idea.
A truck was making its way down the road, its driver had started to nod off behind the driving wheel.
The closing in lights caught the boy's attention, as his eyes widen at the incoming vehicle.
His body froze, as the same fear he had happened all those years ago, caused his body to freeze. The driver snapped out of his sleep and panicked seeing the boy as he slammed his feet down on the breaks, but the distance was too short.
Harry closed his eye and brace for the impact…a dark blue light erupted from the chain book…the trunk crashed as the horn could be heard echoing all the way down the street…
Well, here is the first chapter for my first ever story on this fan fiction!
Please tell me what you think? I'm sorry if it was a small chapter, but this is more of a prologue.
As the story continues, he will have a flashback to significant moments.
Next Chapter: The Wolkenritter have been awakened, signaling the activation of the Tome of the Night Sky. Plus the Dursley's finally push the line too far and gets what is coming to them.
Please review.