Okay so this story is inspired by and largely based to some degree off of a fanfiction called 'OUT OF THE NIGHT' by Raining Ink. If you don't know of it or the writer that is because Raining Ink left fanfiction to work on her own creations and so that she didn't get distracted or something like that, she took down her fanfiction 'Out of the Night'. Not really sure if she had others, don't think so.

Even though she has taken them down, you can find 'Out of the Night' on several other sites if you really want to read it and I honest recommend that you do as it was and is an amazingly written story.

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((Edit: I have recently found out that someone has taken up the story on fanfiction.))

That said I really do hope you like this story, as while I can put spelling mistakes or some poor gramma in it. I check each chapter something like 5-10 times, depending on whenever I am working on my stories. So I hope I have found most of the mistakes as I am always trying to find them but often miss some.

This story may or may not have slash in it but if it does, I don't think that it will be Harry at the moment. I know that Harry will end up with someone but as for whom, I really couldn't say because I don't know. Aside from that it will not be Ginny. I also haven't quite decided whether Harry will be more dark or grey.

The only other thing I'll say right now is that while my prologues always seem to be shorter then I'd like them to be, I always write longer chapters after that. So if you are someone who dislikes short chapters then don't worry as it only ever seems to the first chapter that comes out so short.

Summary: The Wizardry world has slowly but surely been crumbling for a very long time. Now there is a great battle taking place for the control of it all, will it be for the better or worse? Harry did not grow up as the people thought he did but neither did he grow as Dumbledore wanted him to. Harry learns from a very young age that one must learn walk on their own two feet. How will this affect the future of the magical world? Smart/powerful/¿dark-grey? Harry. Bad Dumbledore and 'most' of the Weasley family.

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Prologue

On July 31 1982, at Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey. The day was like any other. It was a pleasantly warm summer that brought with it a cool refreshing breeze. Many children were out playing while parents watched, or chatted with other parents. Yes a day like any other, in their perfect little suburban life.

However, not all was as it seemed for in the house of number 4 Privet Drive. There was a blemish, a dark spot in the small family of threes' flawlessly normal life. Not that anyone else on the street was aware. But to the family known as the Dursleys, it was like a piece of chewing gum stuck in ones otherwise faultlessly neat and tidy hair. The only way to get rid of it was to cut it out and thus ruin ones hair. What was this blemish in their life you might ask; it was their two year old nephew Harry James Potter, or better known within the Dursleys as 'the Freak'.

For Petunia and Vernon who considered themselves to be the King and Queen of Little Whinging. Normality was held in great value. Why or how did they come to this conclusion you may ask? Well they considered themselves to be just that, perfection.

Petunia was a tall, thin woman with a little too much neck - though she would tell you that it simply made her look more extravagant - with light blue eyes and blond hair. The perfect example of an English woman she would say. She was the classic example of a stay at home wife who kept her home and gardens impeccably neat and always put a meal on the table. Her favourite activity was to snoop on other neighbours' in the area and thus she always knew all the latest dirt or as she like to call it gossip.

Vernon on the other hand was a rather large man - some might even go so far as to call him a beached whale - with small beady blue eyes and short black hair with a bushy moustache that he thought made him rather manly, if he did say so. He worked as an Assistant Director for Grunnings Dills and was sure he would be promoted soon to Director. He always had the latest car and made sure that their family always had the newest fashion, as well as entertainment.

Finally there was their little Prince that they were certain would one day rule the business world. Dudley was their two year old son and considered to be the spitting image of his father Vernon. He was round like a beach ball, with watery blue eyes and a blond tuff of hair on top.

The one thing that ruined everything for the Dursleys was their freak of a nephew Harry Potter. When they first found him on their door step nine months ago he was a child of average height for his age, with a glow about him when he smiled but they knew better. They knew he was a spawn of the devil himself. And to add insult to the injury that they were being forced to take him in without any extra assistant, he proved time and time again that he was far more developed then their little Dudley. At fifteen months he walked and fed himself with very little assist, while Dudley still did not show signs of either. As time went by the gap between the two children just seemed to grow. Then there was the freaks magic. No matter how hard they tried to stop it and even starved him in the hope that it would stop, he still kept using it. But today was the last straw. When they gave their Dudley the freaks stuffed bear to play with - 'Freaks don't deserve such things as toys' - he simply willed it back to himself and made their Dudley cry.

That was how Harry James Potter came to be found on the door step of Wool's Orphanage at ten o'clock at night with a note, his baby blanket and his teddy bear.