A/N I Own Nothing
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Chapter One
"I present, Mark Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived!"Albus Dumbledore announced.
"And what of Harry?" Lily asked.
"I'm afraid that he's a squib." He told them.
"How can he be a squib?! He has already shown accidental magic!" James exclaimed.
"When I checked he hardly even had a magical core!" Albus said.
"Oh, what do we do with him?" Lily asked reluctantly.
"Lily!" James exclaimed.
"I'm afraid the the only option is to take him to his relatives..." Albus told them.
"Alright..." Lily said.
"Lily! We can't take him to your sisters house! Albus...there's no way he's a squib!" James exclaimed.
"I'm afraid that he is." Albus said truly believing that the little one he was holding is a squib. "Obliviate." He said wiping their memories of their sons younger twin then apparated to number four privet drive, and leaving the child on the door step.
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The Next Day
Petunia Dursley opened the door, getting ready to leave, only to stop short when she saw the basket with her fifteen month old nephew in it, on her doorstep. She quickly picked the shivering child up, reading the letter that was left with him. She turned and went in the house, reading the letter the whole time. She started bouncing the toddler when he started fussing.
Once she was done reading the letter, she set it on the kitchen table. "VERNON!" She yelled.
"Yes? Pet?" Vernon Dursley said, as he came into the kitchen.
"My sister left her youngest son on our doorstep, just because Albus Dumbledore told them he thinks Harry's a squib!" Petunia said, tears of anger filling her eyes. "They left him on a doorstep! In October! He could've caught a cold! He still could!" Petunia exclaimed as she warmed a bottle for him, and found one of Dudley's clean blankets to wrap him in. She had always wanted another child, but complications with her pregnancy with Dudley prevented that. To see her sister mistreating a child this way, a child as sweet as Harry at that! It disgusted her.
"Maybe, he doesn't." Vernon answered.
"Oh, Vernon. There's no way he doesn't! Even if he didn't, that's no excuse for this-this behavior! To just abandon a child like that-!" Petunia exclaimed.
"Let's adopt him." Vernon said.
Petunia gaze snapped to him in disbelief. "Really?"
"Yeah, make it legal, make it so they can't take him away from us. It's not like we don't have the money." Vernon answered.
Just then, a black figure appeared, making them jump in surprise and alarm. Petunia held Harry closer to herself.
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September, First, 1991
Harrison Morte Peverell was a short eleven year old boy, He's a Necromancer (meaning he could talk to his dead relatives and dead relatives of those around him if he chooses to do so, and also rise the dead), Natural Healer, and a Shadow Mage, He had black shoulder length hair, Dark Grey eyes, He had a birth mark of the same runes of the elder wand on his shoulder, of course his father, Death, had told him that the wand that had those same runes on it could control him, He was also really pale, it didn't help that he always wore black...Black shirt, black pants, black trainers, black jacket...
"Come on Dudley let's get on the train!" Harrison said dragging his cousin despite shortness he was actually pretty strong.
"Alright Harry! I'm coming." Dudley answered.
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Petunia Dursley couldn't believe it...Harrison had gotten into Hogwarts no real surprise there, but Dudley had too! Her son was a wizard! She was proud of them both. But they were on there way to the train station so that they could leave, she was going to miss them. It would just be her and Vernon in the house though.
Sorting
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap"
A few students got sorted before Dudley, who got sorted into Hufflepuff. Then a few students later, and it was Harrison's turn.
"Peverell, Harrison!"
'Ah...Hello mister Peverell!'
'um...hello? what's your name?'
The hat chuckled. 'not many ask my name, my name's Alfred.'
'oh...'
'now where to put you? you have the bravery of a Gryffindor, loyalty of a Hufflepuff, intelligence of a Ravenclaw, and the Cunning of a Slytherin...but what's this? you have a direct connection to death?! oh...that explains it you're Deaths son...better be' "Slytherin"
"Potter, Mark!"
"Gryffindor"
A/N Okay... Revised version. I don't think I changed very much, but... whatever. Tell me what you think!