Chapter One: Revelations
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter sadly, one day...one day ;) My first fanfic, I hope it goes well
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Privet Drive, Surrey.
A perfectly normal neighbourhood, perfectly normal houses, all the houses, practically identical. All house with perfectly 'normal' people, 'cept one. The particular house Petunia and Vernon Dursley, they tried to be normal in every way they could yet something, someone just kept pulling the normalcy down a boy of the age of 7. Harry Potter.
Messy raven hair sticking out in all directions, covering a lightning shaped scar placed upon his forehead. His green emerald eyes seem to glow like a cats in the pitch black darkness of the cupboard under the stairs.
'Why do they not like me, I've not done anything to them...have I. No, of course I have. I'm a freak aren't I am a big pointless Freak of a Boy. Why though, why am I a freak, why, why, why...' Thought Harry Potter.
"BOY! GET HERE AT ONCE!" The booming voice echoed around the house. Harry was in the living room in less than ten seconds and standing straight and stiff in-front of his great, rather fat uncle. Harry felt it before he saw it, the large palm had made contact with Harry's sunken cheeks, and threw him down to the ground.
"WHY DID YOU BREAK MY ANTIQUE CIGGARETE PLATE!" He boomed looking down at Harry, who was currently getting back up to his feet.
"I didn't Uncle Vernon, Sir" He replied in a quiet shaking voice.
"LIAR!" He screamed, a vein in his head seemed so very close to popping, his face was a bright purple. "WE ACOMMODATE YOU, FEED YOU, KEEP YOU UNDER OUR EFFING ROOF AND YOU LIE, YOU LIE TO ME!"
Harry was positively shaking now, he knew when his uncle got angry things would just get worse.
"Yes...NO, I mean no uncle Vernon, Sir. I won't lie sir. I won't but I di...but I didn't break it Uncle Vernon, Sir." He said in a shaky yet determined voice.
He was already flinching and his hands were already covering his face, yet the slap didn't come, he waited and no slap came and then he noticed the cold, the freezing cold of where he was, this wasn't the cupboard, neither was it the house. He slowly edged open his eyes and found himself in whiteness, with more coming down, he was standing in snow...barefoot. Where was he.
He looked around and saw white, foggy mist all around him, he could see just about a few metres away from his centre of mass. Him not being able to see much was inconvenient yet he could still hear and it didn't take much to hear the loud pops around him, five if he was correct.
Out in the distance he heard talking and soon he saw dark figures walking out of the mist and closer to him. Closer and closer until he finally saw their faces, the one on the far left, a man, had a strong build and he wore a red and gold cloak. He had messy hair not so unlike his, except it was ginger. He had a strong chin and protruding cheekbones, blue eyes and a bright yellow wizard hat of some kind. The one next to him was also male yet looked the complete opposite with long black hair, and a long peaked nose, his chin was more pointed than the other man and he had sunken in chins a small moustache much alike to those evil cartoon people he caught glimpses of on the TV when Dudley, Vernon and Petunia's 'Dear' son. His eyes were a very dark black with small highlight of 'purple'? His eyebrows were so thin Harry almost thought they were non-existent. His black robes with green highlights billowed behind him while he walked.
Right in the middle stood a younger looking and shorter, thing. It definitely wasn't human, it didn't look human, pointed ears poked out of his blonde hair, Harry thought it was a he at least. The cheekbones protruded quite a bit as well yet the chin was very peaked, his eyebrows were averagely thin and his eyes were quite thin, his deep blue iris looked like seas for a moment then it vanished. He wore a green something that clung on to him quite tightly with a dagger in a sheath on his hip. To his left was a short lady with tied up blonde hair and a slight far-away look about her, she had plump cheeks and was herself a little bit plump with a little bit of dirt under her nails. And the last one a slightly taller lady with her brown hair and a blue robe clinging to her figure, she had a slightly stern face yet kind blue eyes and a perfect nose with a medium kind of chin.
"Who may you be?" Said the one with the bright yellow hat
"Harry, my name is Harry" He said slightly hesitantly
"An uncommon name. Oh, where are my manors, we be known as the founders five, the founders of Hogwart School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and The Hogness School of Elemental and Mageing."
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A/N: Thanks for reading. I am aware I made up a school and there is a fifth founder but it is part of the plot. Review please, sorry it's short. Next one will be longer hopefully, Sorry about the cliffhanger on the first chapter I was just very tired of writing. Could someone please if they are a good artist draw the five founders and harry in the snow and mist please. Thanks :) . And I'm looking for a beta, anyone up for it.