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Warnings:There will be SLASH pairings, bi-sexual people and heterosexual pairings. NO actual details of sexual scenes. Will be implied. Implied past/possible mpreg. If any of this doesn't appeal or offends then don't read.
Manipulative Dumbledore. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Molly and Dumbledore Bashing.
Story Summary: Petunia abandons Harry on the streets of London. Where he grows up as a street kid, joins a gang and later becomes infamous assassin Jaded Avenger. At 14 a member of the Wizarding World stumbles across him. At 15 he goes to Hogwarts and is embroiled in warfare; each side wanting him, wanting to control him, mould him and the even more fearful teenage antics and even love!
What will happen? Who will he side with? The light? The dark? The ministry? Or himself? Will anyone be able to break the masks and harshness surrounding him? Will he let those that do care and love him in?
Prologue:
One stormy night in November 1981, a thin hunched figure could be seen rushing down the filth littered streets of London's East End. Through the gales of icy wind and sleeting torrential rain it shuffled onwards, as though the weather was not there, or insignificant next to its goal.
At first; overlooked lest you look at this drenched figure closely, for there within its arms, held stiffly to its rather flat chest to shield from the pouring rain rested a small baby. A child; with a pale face in the dark night; framed by locks of midnight black. Upon this childs' forehead, standing stark against the pale skin, was a raw, angry looking scar, in the most peculiar form of a lightning bolt.
To most of the cities inhabitants who cared to look out of their poorly furnished homes, they would care less for this figure in the rain, with a child no less! For much worse things than this lack of care goes on here.
However had a member of the Wizarding Community, yes, you heard me! Wizards, magic, dragons, werewolves all of it is quite real but carefully and painstakingly hidden from the normal or Muggle World, from the normal folk like you and I. Anyway, had a member of this world been out on this night and seen the figure with the child; they would have immediately leapt into action offering them shelter, food, dry clothes, money or whatever they needed.
For you see, to them this child, was their Saviour; The-Boy-Who-Lived; The Defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort.
However for a great wizard by the name of Albus Dumbledore, The Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Chief Mugwump and Leader of the Order of the Phoenix, it would have been of great benefit had a wizard or witch been around.
For on this fateful night, with its icy strong gales and rain pouring down in blankets, going through clothing like needles, Harry Potter disappeared. Vanished, without a trace.
The figure; was none other than the boys' aunt and only living blood relative through his mother. This woman was a muggle, who despised magic, wishing to have none of it sullying up her home, with her family and certainly not wishing to raise her freak of a sister's son! She wanted nothing to do with it.
She did the only thing she could think of and not twenty-four hours after finding the child on her doorstep, discovering through a letter how her sister and that Potter Boy were dead and their Freak of a son her responsibility. One which she did not ask for nor want! She did what she had to; to purge her family of magic and its weirdness.
The child hero was left in a dustbin. In the darker filthier part of London in the pouring rain, on a cold unforgiving November night.
Her task done, this now drenched figure walked away, leaving the still asleep, though thoroughly wet child, behind. Not once looking back or regretting her decision or ever thinking about it again.
As for Albus Dumbledore, the man who had left little Harry with his aunt, in the hopes he would be cared for and provided for, despite knowing of the bad blood between the two sisters. He would not hear of this for many years to come. In fact, nobody in the Wizarding World would hear of this, until the night of the Sorting Feast in September 1991, when Harry Potter failed to turn up for school. Only then, almost ten years later, would Dumbledore and the rest of the Wizarding World learn of, perhaps, his greatest mistake of all.
But for now, all over England, wizards, witches and a variety of other magical creatures raised their drinks in salute of Harry Potter; The-Boy-Who-Lived.
If only they knew...