hey everyone:) i dont usually write harry potter but my friend suggested that i give it a go so.. i guess this is it:)
disclaimer: i dont own anything it all belongs to j.k rowling:)
Summary:
When harry was three years old he ran away from home and was picked up by a faerie clan. The faerie's recognised great power in him and took him in and trained him as one of their own. He learned martial arts and magic from the moment he was accepted into their family. Faeries have no loyalty to either light or dark so he was taught both types of magic, giving no preference to either. When his faerie family was murdered by humans seeking their knowledge, he harboured a deep hatred for muggles and believed they should all be defeated, therefore making him dark. Two months later, he was accepted into hogwarts.
Harry fell heavily against the ground, his head swinging back to hit the wall with an audible thunk. Harry curled into a ball and tried to ignore the pain radiating from all over his body. Vernon Dursley stood over him, his fist raised for another blow and a cruel expression on his face. Three year old Harry James Potter closed his eyes as the fist descended, not wanting to see the oncoming attack. It slammed against his skull, making his head smash into his legs and making tears come to his eyes. The last hit seemed to change something in Harry, something small but important. He uncurled himself from the defensive position he had taken and when the fist descended once more, it stopped halfway. Vernon looked at his hand in confusion, wondering why it hadnt hit the boy in front of him. He tried again only to get the same results. Harry looked up at his uncle and the man took a step backwards in surprise. Gone were the terrified eyes and in their place were ones that brimmed with power. The little three year old boy stepped forward and gestured with on hand. Vernon shot across the room to slam against the wall. A picture of Vernon, Petunia and Dudley fell and smashed on the floor, sending glass fractures everywhere. One piece slid across the floor to cut his bare foot. Harry looked down at the pool of blood that was slowly spreading around him and in a second it was healed.
Eyes still burning with power, Harry walked out of the house, blowing the door off its hinges when it got in his way. He made his way down the street and into the night, leaving the Dursleys and Privet Drive behind him.
He continued walking until his feet tore open and bled, then he healed them and kept walking. Finally he reached a forest where he finally collapsed, exhausted beyond anything he had ever felt before. Harry didnt know how long he laid there, at the edge of the forest, when he felt hands picking him up and carrying him away.
"Where are you taking me?" He murmured, his eyes lighting up once more.
"To my home young child, I sense great power in you." A beautiful voice told him. "You will be raised by me and my brethren and taught as we teach our children. Do you wish to do this?"
Harry nodded as the first smile in years crossed his face. Then he snuggled deeper in the arms holding him and fell into a long, dreamless sleep.
Ok so this was more of a prologue than anything, just me setting up my story:)
kaari xx