Disclaimer: I would hope that everyone knows that Harry Potter isn't mine and instead belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. Only the plot is mine. Or at least that's what the evil bunny, Bringer des Unterganga says anyway.

Chapter 1: A letter and suspicion

Privet Drive seemed like any normal upper-middle class neighborhood. Neighbors who knew everything there was to know about each other. Yet on this seemingly normal street there was a boy who was anything but normal. This young boy, or rather young teen was sitting in a strangely clean room, for a teenage boy, watching a clock that seemed to have seen better days. This young teen was none other than Harry Potter. An orphan that had been left with his only relatives the Dursley's after his parents James and Lilly Potter had been murdered when he was just a baby. It was currently 11:59 pm on the 30th of July. His 14th birthday was approaching and fast.

As he counted down the seconds he was unaware that a huge change was about to change his life as he knew it. As the midnight hour struck a strange owl arrived with a letter for him. Thinking it was from his Godfather Sirius Black who was on the run after escaping from the wizarding prison after being wrongfully locked away after 12 long years without a trial, only to do the impossible and break out to protect Harry. Accepting the letter the owl flew away leaving the young teen puzzled, but shrugging it off he turned his attention back to the letter he held in his hand. According to the seal it was from the only wizarding bank Gringotts.

Mr. Potter,

You are invited to attend the reading of the will of the late Lord and Lady Potter. This letter shall act as a portkey and bring you here at 10 o'clock in the morning of the 5th of August.

Sincerely, Ironhide Manager of the Potter accounts

Staring at the letter in confusion he almost missed another owl that flew in. This one came with a letter from Hogwarts. The short of it was that Headmaster Dumbledore told Harry that no one could come get him until the last week of August and he had to stay with his aunt and uncle until then. As it just wasn't safe for him to leave the wards, now despite what Snape seemed to think Harry wasn't stupid and his relatives had shown him the letter that the ageing headmaster had left with him the night Harry had been dumped on his family's doorstep. His aunt and uncle hadn't had it in them to mistreat the poor babe and raised him equal to their own son Dudley. Harry was just a good actor knowing that the headmaster had wanted Harry to have been abused. Armed with this knowledge the family had helped pull off the greatest plan they could, Harry would only take old clothes and pretend that he had known nothing of the wizarding world. It had worked like a charm, the headmaster thought he had Harry as a pawn to do his bidding.

The next morning Harry told his family about the letters and it was decided he would go and they would pick him up in London later that afternoon. When 10 o'clock finally came around Harry was standing in his in the old clothes holding the portkey, vanishing in a flash of light.