Sorry for the massive delay, not going to make excuses here I just couldn't motivate myself to sit down and write for a while so it's been done in increments. I won't be uploading this till the second chapter finished so chapter 2 has been done for maybe a week when I upload this one. So don't leave reviews asking for stuff in chapter 2 or if it will happen, chapter 2 is already done.

Chapter 2 is alot better than chapter 1 imo but I'm still fairly happy with this.

Tried to take a different approach in this one compared to the original and I'm a lot happier how this turned out. He won't go Firelord mode until later, it will be gradual. I don't want to spoil the story so you'll have to wait and see.

Word count is the same for chp 1 + 2, I'll try to make the others longer though so stick around for that

Harry Potter, a small eight-year-old boy, ran out of the doorway to 4 Privet Drive. Sprinting past the neighbour's hedges, proudly displaying his ripped clothes to all who would look, he turned the corner of the road. Despite his enthusiasm Harry Potter was not a boy many would say has a reason to be happy. Because, in the normal house, on the normal street, in the normal town, an injustice was being dealt towards him. So much so that if the other occupants learnt of this disgrace against a young boy they would be filled with disgust and loathing for the other three occupants of the house.

But then again, who would bother to look? Nothing was suspicious and even if it was Harry would never admit it himself. No matter who implored him to testify or confess he would never give in. People always said he had a fire inside him, and he put that to helping people. So, no matter what they did to him, he would always make sure they never got into trouble, they were family.

Harry always tried to make friends at school, after all, he can help them do their homework and play with them. Friends can only lead to good situations, right?

"Hello, I'm Harry!" He cheerfully said to anyone in his class who would listen, everyone reacted differently to this. Some of them looked terrified at the mere prospect of talking to him and started nervously glancing around stuttering slightly in their reply.

"Sorry I h-have to go" or "Nice to m-meet you but I'm busy" or some other excuse which Harry had catalogued fully onto the wall in the room where he slept. The wall had little space left on it. Sometimes, however, the boy's would look at Harry with anger and tell him to "go away brat" or "shove off nerd". These horribly scathing comments, which would lead to problems in any other child fazed Harry little, he figured if he made friends with the boys then they wouldn't be so mean anymore.

Harry potter, a visibly unhealthy eleven-year-old boy limped down the street towards his school, alone, somehow still managing to express the brightest smile many of the residents of the blank town had ever seen. Moving past line upon line of white picket fences and freshly cut lawns he reached the corner and turned, only to be greeted with the one thing he didn't want to see.

Lurking outside the school was a group of four boys, all with backpacks slung over their shoulders. One of them made his way towards Harry, his short blond hair gleaming in the sunlight. This boy, Jacob, was taller than Harry and was well known in the school as a bully although he never went after Harry, Harry never figured out why.

Harry saw him coming and ran back around the corner, his face contorted into an expression of horror. Then he realised, he had nowhere to go. He could hear Jacob's steps, casually striding towards him. He could count them as they got closer, one by one; agonisingly slowly. He could hear the boy chuckle as he came closer. Closer, closer the fear raced in his heart. Jacob reached the corner.

Harry was to shocked to say anything, to do anything, except stare into the cold blue eyes which had already mounted a sadistic glint. The smirk on Jacob's face held its position as he stared at Harry. He opened his mouth and already Harry could hear the icy edge he always seemed to carry.

"Good dogs know not to run away" Any courage Harry possessed withered as Jacob stepped forwards, towards him, still smiling.

"Because I'll always catch them"

"Ragnaros has perished. but the primal powers he represents can never be vanquished. another will rise to power, someday"

The noise from Dudley's computer echoed into the closet, quickly waking Harry. How he was able to play on a screen all night confused Harry, who had never been let near one, but he was curious as to who "Ragnaros" is.

After hearing the heavy footsteps of Dudley lumbering across the room he braced himself, a good idea because the closet shook from Dudley dropping onto his bed. Opening the creaky mould covered door he was greeted with a display of perfection. Everything was perfectly cleaned, even the closet door, which he had never paid close attention to, was beautiful, at least on one side. Making his way up the stairs, not making a sound due to the strange brown furred carpet they had installed on the stairs.

"How did they get the money for that?" He wondered to himself as he reached the door to Dudley's room.

Already Harry could see the computer through Dudley's ajar door, which, had been slammed so many times you could see it slipping off its hinges. Stepping towards the source of the artificial light dancing across the room and out the door, Harry saw a strange site. On the screen, ignoring the human wearing some sort of armour "A knight?" Harry thought, was a creature seemingly made up of flame. He was a giant compared to the knight in front of him and had shoulder pads which erupted with a bright orange flame at the top. The weirdest part was his head, which, looked like a disembodied skull had been set alight, and also had the same white-orange flame on the top.

"Maybe It's hair," Harry thought to himself as he stared at him, but something else struck Harry as he gazed into the screen. "Why is he lying down?" Answering his own question he looked into the bottom left corner and saw some strange red text. It appeared to be the same thing he heard earlier.

"Ragnaros has perished. but the primal powers he represents can never be vanquished. another will rise to power, someday"

"Is he Ragnaros? That means he's dead?" Harry was stunned, how could a little human defeat something literally made of FIRE?

"I don't know what 'primal' means but I guess he has fire powers?" He said out loud, to shocked to control himself. "I want fire powers as well, the teachers always said I was as bright as a flame anyway".

Ragnaros, which Harry had now decided was an awesome name, was vanquished. Harry knew that meant gone or dead from his English class. So feeling a bit proud he looked at the last bit again.

"Can I get the fire powers he has? That would be so awesome". In Dudley's room, at 2am in the morning, Harry made his decision. Perhaps if someone would've told him who Ragnaros was and what he did or that he isn't real something else would've happened, but no one wants the freak to play a computer game or know anything about something fun, it was their fault.

"I want to be just like Ragnaros when I'm older"

The next chapters will be longer (about 2-5k words each) but I really wanted to get something out for you guys now.

I know in this chapter I mentioned the Cataclysm expansion which was not out in 1995 (nor was Wow) so just pretend that it's July 2011.