Chapter One -

Harry Potter and the Lightening Scar

There was a boy. A miraculous boy. Messy, straight, sleek, black hair, bright, ocean green eyes, and a lightening scar on his forehead. He was thin, who was sweating. His lights were on, his window open, giving him a cool breeze. His uncle, aunt, and cousin were downstairs, wolfing down grilled salmon, vegetables, and milk. They were on a diet, but Harry Potter knew his overweight cousin, Dudley, was sneaking chocolate cakes in his room.

"Where's that ruddy boy?"
Harry was just writing, "There is no countercurse for Avada Kedavra" when he heard Uncle Vernon's angry voice.
As if on cue, he heard distant flapping.
Harry peered up, and saw a beautiful chocolate brown owl bursting in.
"Who is it from?" Harry whispered to it.
A slip of parchment was in his brown beak.
Harry grabbed it, and, clutching his wand, hissed, "Lumos!"
His wand lit up, and he pointed it to the parchment.

Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that instead of Hogsmeade this year, we will be visiting a new campsite.
We are sure it is wizards, filled with muggles, so we advise you to bring muggle clothing.
It's a campsite called "Camp Half-Blood." We will be staying for a week to learn different magic. Head of House teachers will be able to take away points.
If you are attending, please sign this and slip it in the owl's beak.

Professor Dumbledore

Chaperones: Arthur and Molly Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, Augusta Longbottom, Monika and Wendell Granger

"Cheers!" Harry exclaimed, dipping his quill in ink to write his name on the list of participants, when the door flew open.
"OWL!" Uncle Vernon screeched, "OWL IN OUR HOUSE! HURRY POTTAH!"
Dudley rushed in, smirking.
"I told you, father," Dudley said.
"I'm doing homework," Harry said simply through gritted teeth.
It was true.
"LIAR! WHAT IS THIS OWL DOING HERE?"
"He's sending a letter," Harry spat.
"Is that a crime?"
Vernon shook with anger, and lunged forward, but Harry pointed his wand at him.
Vernon hesitated, wincing.
"You can't do magic."
"Perhaps I should blow you up like I did to Marge?" Harry taunted.
Vernon recoiled.
"I'm warning you boy," He said, but whirled around, stomping off.
Harry smirked, scribbled his name, and slipped it into the owl's beak.
The owl cooed, hopped off the window sill, and soared away.
Camp Half-blood. Perhaps filled with wizards? Like Voldemort, or him? Like wizards who aren't pure blood?
Maybe another wizard school like Beauxbatons or Durmstang?
Harry packed his trunk, nibbled on one of the brownie packs Hermione sent him, via owl, and snoozed off, with a smile on his face.