Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! That right goes to JK Rowling... that lucky lady.
Authors Note:/ I am posting this story for my friend because He wrote it and wants others to see it, but He hasn't got an account on here so I told him I would help him out. Please R&R he is soo nervous about what you guys are going to think! No flames though! THanks you guys!
A boy - forgotten and neglected in the cupboard under the stairs - stirred, waking from his uneasy sleep as he sat bolt upright, the lights clicking on as footsteps fell lightly on stairs above his head. His aunt was up. Any second now he was going to hear the usual knocking on the cupboard door and he was meant to get up, dressed and be in the kitchen cooking his so called family's breakfast, while he himself was to be fed on stale bread and mouldy cheese. The knock came five seconds later accompanied with the usual "Up boy." in his aunt's crisp voice that tore through him and made him shake with fear, knowing if he ever went against her he would be thrashed within an inch of his life by his uncle- Vernon Dursely.
So he got up, dressed flicking a spider off of his socks for the umpteenth time as he pulled them on. Making his way into the kitchen he headed straight towards the cooker - turning it on and laying out the bacon, the sausages, and the brand new tiger loaf his aunt had gotten yesterday – and began to get his relatives' food ready – his aunt having gone off to peer over the fence with her incredibly long neck. A few moments later he heard the all too familiar thuds of his fat cousin falling out of his bed as he tried to turn off his alarm, situated at his bed side cabinet. He letting out a small chuckle to himself as he silently hoped that the dumb fool had actually done some damage to himself that time.
Alas, it was not to be, as he soon heard his cousin waddling down the stairs and through the door, just as he finished setting up the plates of food - the bacon lightly crisped at the edges and the sausages dripping their juice onto the plate, pooling around them as it was joined with the bacon fat, two fried eggs with their yokes popped and dripping down on each plate. His cousin - Dudley – barged past him, not even uttering a word as he started to inhale the food prepared for him.
You may be wondering just who this boy is. He is none other than the famed Harry Potter, seven years old and just sitting down to eat his meagre breakfast – that always left him with feeling even more hungry after eating it than he was before he started. His tiny frame covered by his huge cousin's old hand-me-downs. He sat there, unaware of the plotting of an old man - sitting faraway in a castle he didn't even know existed – unaware of the movement of a group of people who saw the potential in him.
Harry sat back and headed into the garden, the first on his list of chores was to weed and water the plants - His uncle having gone off on a business trip and wasn't expected back until later that evening. As he worked he felt a slight unease, as though someone was watching him and he couldn't quite figure out who. His eyes drifted around the numerous flower beds yet not a single person or animal could be seen, until his eyes fell upon a small blue bird sitting in a nearby tree, watching him as he laboured away in the hot summer heat that was slowly cooking him in the midday heat.
He watched the bird, sensing some form of intelligence behind the eyes that made him wonder if it truly was a bird, yet, what else could it be? It couldn't be human could it? Nah, it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Surely. He went back to work, his mind focused on the task in front of him as the bird flew out over his house.
Later that evening - as his uncle's car pulled up in the driveway - Harry heard a knock at the door. Curious he moved to the top of the stairs - watching carefully because if his uncle caught him not doing his work he knew he would be beaten – sitting with his back against the wall and peering around the corner as two men in black fancy suits walked into the house alongside Mr. Dursely. His heart racing as he stood to go back to work he paused, the two men drawing long wooden sticks from their inner pockets – sticks that seemed to frighten his aunt and uncle – and pointed them at his relatives, two shots of red light coming from the end of the sticks and hitting them square in the chest before they fell over backwards and lay there sleeping - one man spotting Harry and smiling at him warmly as they made their way up the stairs.
Harry stood there, frozen to the spot with fear as the men walked closer and closer. "Wh-who are you?" he whispered, as if afraid even uttering a syllable would make the men turn on him, using those funny sticks they had on them to hurt him like his uncle used his fists. "No need to worry young one, we aren't here to hurt you" one of the men said smiling down at Harry as he crouched down, coming eye to eye with him as he Harry looked up at him "My name is Benedict Williams and this is my partner Adam Winterbottom" the man said smiling at Harry "We're here because you are a very special person Harry Potter and we would like you to come with us and join us in protecting our world from dark wizards"
Harry blinked. This had to be some kind of joke, yet hadn't he just seen them knock out his aunt and uncle with a stick and a bolt of red light? His young mind - wise far beyond his years - raced trying to comprehend what he was just told "W-wizards? They, they don't really exist. M-my aunt and uncle told me so" Harry stammered, his words mumbled as he hid his face "A-and i-if they w-were real, w-why would you need me? I-I'm n-no one special. I-I can't b-be a wizard."
The two men laughed and smiled kindly at Harry, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder "If wizards aren't real then how is it I can make you float without touching you?" asked Benedict as he took his hand off of his shoulder, taking out the stick Harry had saw him use earlier on his family - he hated using that word when it came to his aunt and uncle and their fat ugly pig of a son - and pointing it at him, harry instantly shying away, making as if to run before his feet where swept out from under his feet as he fell backwards floating above the ground on a cloud of air that moved him gently around the landing before he was lowered down onto his back laying and looking up at the two men - who were currently laughing quietly at the look of utter shock and pure amazement on Harry's face.
Harry lay there for a while, thinking about what had just happened. His mind was racing, so magic did exist, and there were two people here wanting him to join them to help them "O-ok, so wizards are real, th-that still doesn't m-mean th-that I-I'm a w-wizard" Harry muttered darkly, as he looked up at the other two people who just started laughing "Do you think that we would be here if you weren't?" asked Benedict "Harry, join us and you'll see just how much of a wizard you really are."
Harry lay there, looking up at the two faces above him for around half an hour before nodding, silently agreeing to go with them as they helped him to his feet "You won't regret this Harry, trust us" said the two men together as they disappeared in a twist as the Dursleys awoke to find their nephew gone