Hi everyone well I just wanted to say that this story will be the real prelogue way before the other two in Absconditus Sermo (Hidden Rumours) and that it has now been updated on Wednesday 24th of March, 2010. Thanks don't forget to read Absconditus Sermo~!

A story is not a story without drama and drama is not a drama without life, life however can continue on without drama but since the creation of humans through evolution life has obtained drama in its everyday course. From the creation or rather discovery of how to get fire to the invention of cars that ruin life the drama has been there, lurking like some unwanted dog.

This particular story start off in a cottage, actually best not that we start off at the beginning just yet but at a different place, a backyard of Mr and Mrs Dursley.

It was raining but not a cold, windy type but a rather warm tropical rain that you wouldn't expect on a day like that. Just warm enough for a young boy at the age of 8 years old to be doing the gardening in an over sized tee shirt and large jeans that seem to want to fall off of his skinny frame.
Harry was doing the gardening as one of his chores for the day and try not to get bullied by his older cousin which in itself wasn't usual and still if a person thought that it was unusual enough to call child services they didn't almost like magic, very cruel unfortunate magic.
Not that magic existed Harry was old enough to know that magic didn't exist and it was all just fairytales although it did help that his guardians did pound it into his skull that magic didn't exist (literally and metaphorically).

Just as Harry was finishing off his aunt's award-winning roses he pricked himself, now most people might think oh he just pricked himself who gives? But something odd happened again to Harry or rather happened to the rose.
It froze over; the entire plant froze over like an ice sculpture with faint colours of green, red and pink in it. Aunt Petunia is going to kill me was the first thought that ran through Harry's mind when he looked at what he had done then Uncle Vernon is going to hit me. Hard.
Wincing he tried to fix the plant so it was back to normal before any of the Dursleys could see at what he had done. As fate would have it Dudley conveniently came outside to play his favourite game, Harry hunting. As Harry whipped his head around just in time to see Dudley running back inside, yelling at the top of his voice to his father at what Harry did to the roses.
It eventually lead to a severe beating but also new found knowledge.

Now that would be the first incident and the start of a story. Not really the start since Harry had another start at the time that he was 1 year old however many people know of that story and if told the story would be over told. At the time of his first known (meaning what he knew at the time) time that his story started.

Slowly over time Harry began to forget about how he froze things and how to unfreeze them as well but that is a story for another time of why and if he will get his new found powers back.

Bye! Best Regards,

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