Life at the Dursleys has always been, well suckish for one not-so-little-anymore boy. With his black hair and green, his friends would recognize him instantly, but, if it wasn't for the horrid lightning bolt shaped scar, everyone knew who he was... Well, people of the wizarding world, anyways.
You see, Harry Potter (the boy with the lightning bolt scar) is a wizard. I know weird right? Well, not really. Not in the wizarding world. That's right, world. Don't go thinking that wizards and witches have the greatest life in the world, with no problems since they can perform magic. They have enemies, flaws, etc. like the rest of us. Only difference, really, is that wizards and witches of the wizarding world can perform magic.
Well, anyways, Harry Potter has never had a happy life. His parents were killed mercilessly by Lord Voldemort, the "most powerful dark wizard ever", when he was barely a year old. He was forced to live with the Dursleys ever since. Though, in his first year, his life changed.
Well, to make long story short, Harry went to Hogwarts, had many adventures facing dear evil Voldemort, and other weird things at his school, having to return "home" every summer, making friends, etc. The end.
Well, not really.
There's still more. Funny thing is, young Mr. Potter has to kill, that's right, kill Voldemort. Ha-ha, see told you it was funny. I mean, he's only, what sixteen? How can such a young child kill a grown wizard?
Well, that's easy. He just needs the power the dark lord knows not.
What? You think that I'm going to tell you what the power is? If so, well, you'll have to wait and find out what it is. Ha-ha.
But, back to Harry.
He's in his very small room at the Dursleys (I'm not suppose to tell you where it is, stupid Dumbledore) staring at his hands. What's so interesting about his stupid hands anyways? Well, besides the thought that they were kind of glowing, nothing.
BANG!!!
Harry's door slammed open, revealing a very large man wearing "normal" clothing, his face was a dark red, turning purple, in anger. Oops, someone overslept. Harry's Uncle Vernon was, well, pissed.
"Potter," he snarled, "you better get your ruddy arse down those stairs right now or you'll with you've never been born."
Harry took the threat seriously and scampered down the stairs and into the kitchen, where his Aunt was cooking breakfast. He walked over to the cupboard and pulled out some plates, completely forgetting about his glowing hands. But, between you and me, they stopped glowing once Uncle Vernon barged into his room.
After breakfast Harry cleaned up and started on his chores. His favourite chore, which is really weird, is working in the garden. The plants seem to obey Harry's command...
After his chores, Harry went to his room.
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It is finally Harry's birthday, and he was getting out of the hell hole. Remus Lupin, one of his friends, came to get him and they were on his way to his least favourite place, Sirius Black's old house (again, I can't tell you because I'm not its secret keeper).You see, Sirius Black was his godfather. The reason he was his godfather was because he died in June. And no, Harry's not blaming himself for his death. He dealt his it first week home, and thought "muh, I have better things to do then to mope around about someone that wasn't my fault" and left it at that.
Well, they went to the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters. Harry's friends were there, and so were pretty much the whole Order of the Phoenix, plus one.
Harry didn't notice him, thinking he was just another Order member. Later that night, Harry had a smashing birthday party, hanging out with Hermione Granger, and Ginny and Ron Weasley along with their brothers Fred and George.
After his party, Harry went up to his very own room, meaning that he didn't have to share it with anyone. Just him by his lonesome. But once he was alone, his right hand started to glowing crimson red and his eyes, unnoticeable to himself, also turned a fiery red colour.
What the hell? Harry asked himself staring at his hands.
He felt himself start to sweat as he felt his room heat up about a million degrees. He looked around and saw small flames licking the walls. Harry started to panic and the flames grew bigger, and hotter. The fire started to move quickly to Harry and he let out a painful scream as they touched his hands.
The door suddenly opened to reveal Albus Dumbledore and a bald man in a wheelchair at the door. The flames suddenly disappeared, an unconscious Harry in the middle of the room.
"His powers are even more uncontrolled then I first thought," said the bald man.
"It is indeed, Charles," Albus replied.
The two old men looked around the room to find it, well, not destroyed. Albus placed the fairly light boy onto the bed and let him sleep there. The two then walked and wheel chaired out of the room, heavy in conversation.