Chapter 1
If you were walking down the streets of Surrey, then you would have seen a scrawny, mop-headed boy wearing rags as clothes too big for him being chased by a fat boy and his "gang". Anyone who knew these boys would see 6-year-old Harry Potter running away from Dudley Dursley and some of his bullying friends. If anyone looked at them for a fraction of a second more, they would see Harry disappearing with a pop.
Anyone (for some strange reason) who was looking on top of the Primary School rooftop would have seen a small boy suddenly appear on the top of the rooftop. In addition, anyone who actually knew the story of Harry Potter and how he defeated You-Know-Who would know that he was a very powerful wizard and a much-admired hero.
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As Harry was hiding in a trash bin from his cousin, he waited for the sounds of about three light and one loud, heavy footsteps running past him. When he knew they were totally gone, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Since he was about four, Dudley and his friends has been playing with him called "Harry Hunting". As he was thinking of all the things Dudley's gang did to him, the lid of the trash bin came off.
"Hey, Dudley!" called a voice that sounded like Piers, one of Dudley's accomplices. "I found him!"
Harry's eyes were shielded from the sunlight pouring in, so he didn't see Piers victorious grin or Dudley's evil glint in his eyes. Then, he found someone grab him by the scruff of his neck collar on his shirt and haul him out of the trash bin, dumping him on the cold sidewalk.
"Now that we found you," said Dudley. "We win. And since we won, we get to beat you up." As Dudley's cronies laughed in the background, Harry had a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. Before he had time to react, however, a punch came on the left side of his face, knocking his glasses off and opening a wound on his left temple. They went on like this for about half an hour until they let up on him, laughed, and walked away. As Harry lay in his own puddle of blood, he thought if his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would believe him if he told them about Dudley and his friends beating him up. How wrong he was.
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When Harry came in the house of 4 Privet Drive after washing himself with the hose outside, he was immediately approached by his Aunt Petunia, who asked him, "Where the hell have you been?!"
"It wasn't me fault-" started Harry, but his Aunt interrupted him.
"Oh, then whose fault was it that you missed cooking the dinner?"
"Dudley and his friends." By this time, Petunia was shocked, Vernon was red-faced as anger coursed though him for accusing his son, and Dudley was slightly pale.
"What do you mean, boy?" asked his Uncle in a quiet, somewhat dangerous voice that near a whisper.
"Well, I was running away from Dudley's friends and they found me and beat me up," summarized Harry.
"Liar!" shouted Dudley. "Daddy," he turned towards Uncle Vernon and put on his 'I-wouldn't-hurt-a-fly' mask. "This…freak was bulling me and my friends, so we played tag with him to try to make him nicer. When he was running, he vanished from the street and landed on the school roof!" Dudley knew he wouldn't get in any trouble, but just to be sure, he added the part about Harry's freakishness. As he telling his parents his version of what happened, his Aunt's face got pale and her lips were at a thin line, and his Uncle had turned a dark shade of purple and his eyes flashed dangerously.
"YOU UNGRATEFUL FREAK! WE FED YOU, CLOTHED YOU, AND TOOK YOU IN OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF OUR HEARTS, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US?! SHOWING YOUR FREAKINESS AROUND THE NEIGHBORHOOD?! I DON'T THINK SO!" When his uncle was done ranting, he grabbed Harry by the scruff of the neck, picked him up, and carried him to the cupboard. His uncle opened the cupboard door and shoved Harry in saying. "FROM NOW ON, YOU WILL ONLY TALK WITH RESPECT AND NO MORE TELLING LIES ABOUT DUDLEY!"
He shut the door with a slam! and left Harry sitting in the cold, dark storage place he calls his room.
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And that's what he did for the next five years. He only talked with respect or when necessary. When he was seven, he only said, "Yes, ma'am or sir" and "No ma'am or sir". At the age of eight, he decided to stop talking entirely. However, his relatives didn't seem to notice. They gradually began to forget he was even living there. They didn't give him any more chores, he could get whatever he wanted from out of the fridge without anyone noticing, and Dudley, his friends, and his Uncle didn't bully him anymore.
By the time he was nine, he already knew about magic and started expanding and learning more about it. Little did he know his magic was already at a fifth year level. He could some of the strongest attacking spells, wandless magic that could match the level of Albus Dumbledore, multiple strong defense shields, and he was excellent at Transfiguration.
When Harry turned eleven, he found out about Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
[Flashback]
He was just exiting his cupboard to get a snack when he heard a soft hoot by the window. Curious, he walked over to the window and saw a black owl waiting with a letter on its leg. When he opened the window, the owl swooped in, landed on the top of the sofa, and stuck its leg out as if waiting for him to take the envelope.
As he was just about to take the it, he decided to check if it had any spells to harm him. He waved his hand over the mail and waited. If it glowed, then he shouldn't touch it. When it didn't glow, he took the letter as if it were made of glass, and the owl swooped off into the night. When he read the front, he went breathless.
Harry Potter
Cupboard Under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Surrey
'Were there people stalking him?' he thought. 'How did they know he lived here in that specific place?' When he flipped it over, he found a seal of an 'H' with four animals all around it. A lion, a badger, a raven, and a snake. 'Wonder what that means'. Just as he was about to open the letter, he heard heavy footsteps coming from the top of the stairs. Harry quickly retreated to the cupboard and waited until the coast was clear to come out and read it.
After about five hours of waiting, he heard his Uncle say, "C'mon, Dudley, Pet. We're going to the movies."
"What's the special occasion?" asked Aunt Petunia.
"Who cares!" said Dudley. "C'mon. We're gonna be late."
As two heavy and one soft footsteps came past the cupboard, Harry couldn't hide his excitement of finally getting to read the letter. When the door shut, he quickly came out of the cupboard and went to the living room. He broke open the seal and searched in the envelope. He felt something that wasn't ordinary paper. It felt like…parchment.
'Who writes on parchment anymore?' wondered Harry. He took out the parchment and read the letter in anticipation.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards.)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Due to your special arrangement, a Professor will contact you within the next twenty-four hours to answer any questions you may have.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
When he was done, Harry sat there in shock. 'Hogwarts? Why have I never heard of that? Why didn't Aunt Petunia tell me? Who will come for me? What do they mean 'owl'?' A million questions raced through the raven-haired boy, but one thing was for sure. He was going even if he had to control someone to show him (1). As Harry went into the kitchen to get some breakfast, he couldn't wait 'till September 1st.
[End Flashback and Chapter 1]
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Author's Notes: Hey! I'm so sorry that I couldn't get it typed faster! I'm to busy getting my school grades higher. I'll do what I can whenever. So for now… Cya! AND LEAVE REVIEWS! Or else….
(1) - Like the story said, Harry is powerful, so he could also use the Imperio on people. Should I talk about that in my story? I don't know.
-Overlander43