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Prologue
April 1980
3 person POV
A young child stands trembling against the wall of a nearly pristine living room of a nearly flawless house in a nearly identical neighborhood, and, well- you get the idea. However, our focus for today is on the trembling child with messy yet fine midnight hair brushing their shoulders, alabaster skin more pristine than porcelain and eyes so pure and green that somehow seems to glow with a hidden untapped power. Unfortunately, this poor frightened child is not the only focus to our attention today, as there is also a great lump of a man who greatly resembles a walrus who has fallen upon the floor, a red stain blooming upon his right shoulder, consistently getting larger and larger, a smoking gun laying upon the floor between them.
The child, upon seeing the blood blossom upon the man's shoulder takes a deep shuddering breath as his shaking reaches an all-time high as his eyes widen a fraction more. As the man comes out of the shock of this mere scrap of a child daring to injure him and begin to move, the child pasues as though making a life altering decision before sprinting to the door as fast as his little legs are able to carry him, a great bellow following behind him. "You better run, boy! If I ever see you again, you'll wish that I killed you! Do you understand that, freak? You'll wish you were dead!"
Harry Potter POV
I feel tears run hot tracks down my cheeks as I blindly run, my uncle's words running through my head. What will happen to me now? I wonder. I know that I can never return to the Dursley's, even if I had wanted to. For if I did, Uncle Vernon would be sure to kill me as soon as he set his burning eyes upon me. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia may say otherwise, but I am not stupid, even if I don't go to school. I haven't been allowed to go to school, but I know my maths, reading, writing, and have been learning languages- which I know is more than their precious Dudders is capable of.
Suddenly, I hear sirens coming closer and closer. I can't let them find me! my only thought as I look wildly around. There! About 15 yards away is a group of bushes leading towards the forest. I pull the last of my energy to me and push my exhausted six-year-old body to its limits, reaching the bushes just as I round the corner of the street.
Fear threatens to overwhelm me, but I push it back as well as I can, knowing that I have to keep a clear head right now. I scuttle backwards as far as I can, hitting a tree just as I hear the vehicle stop. A door opens, and approaching footsteps soon follow, coming closer and closer to my location. I clench my eyes tight as I wrap my arms around myself. I wish that I could be somewhere safe where no one could hurt me anymore. As I hear the leaves in front of me rustling, I have the oddest sensation of trying to squeeze through a straw.
Feeling the sensation stop just as suddenly as it began, I open my eyes to the oddest creature that I have ever laid eyes on. When this creature opens it's mouth, a squeaky voice utters "Master Harry Potter has returned!", I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head, my body falling limp, and then nothing but for blissful darkness.