A/N: Intro to the story, what if, on that spine chilling night that Voldemort killed Lily and James Potter, Harry wasn't there? They Potters took extra precaution beside the ones Dumbledore set up for them. They had sent Harry off to the greatest orphanage in Britain, thinking they would take him back when all of it is over. But they never came back, and Harry grow up in the orphanage. And all of a sudden he finds out he's a wizard? Well he'll just have to accept that right? Wrong.

Look this story may not be amazing but maybe I won't even finish it I'm not sure where I 'm really going with the plot and everything. This chapter is just the introduction anyways. I just got this idea and I decided to see where it would go. Just a couple things I would like to say though. 1. In my author's note I always say what's on my mind so sometimes it may sound like I'm ranting. Sorry about that. 2. I love Harry Potter so sometimes I might accidently trash Harry, but I really don't mean it, I just try to write about the characters the way I view them. And 3. I don't have a beta so please tell me if you think I need one. Thank for sitting through this LONG author's note and I hope you enjoy my story! Please read and review!

Introducing…

Voldemort walked up the dark path to the small house where he knew in less than an hour would be reduced to rubble. "Lumos" he whispered. He walked purposely into the garden, stepping on the prized flowers then he took a deep breath. He noticed that his wand hand was shaking. He cursed under his breath, he was such an idiot. He still got nervous before murdering. But these were muggles, they won't put up as much of a fight as the "potters." But for reason he couldn't find the boy, he was hoping he would be here. With a burst of light he opened the door to find a shocked woman spoon feeding a baby while her husband was watching T.V in the other room. "

"What do ya want?" Vernon Dursley screamed "I warning you step any closer and we're going to have a problem pal." he grabbed a bat from a nearby stand and pointed it at Voldemort threateningly.

"Step away from me foolish man!" Voldemort said "Where is the boy?"

"We don't have him!" Petunia shrieked

"We don't even talk to his family!" Vernon said trembling

"I grow tired of this," Voldemort said rubbing his forehead. He waved his wand and a jet of green light shone from all the windows of the small house.

Eleven Years Later: Britain's Children Orphange

Harry Potter woke up to a ringing alarm clock slammed the off button and raced down the stairs. "Did anything come for me?" he shouted as he thundered down the steps two at a time. Halfway down he stuck his head in a small room on the left side of the steps and shouted "It's my birthday, I'm eleven! And I'm SO much older than you!" A small red haired girl came out her face covered in black and purple paint.

"Good for you!" she said and went up to him and gave him a hug.

"Have you been playing with the paint again Andi?" he said wiping some paint off her face.

"My next masterpiece" she said looking smug. "Lemme go get cleaned up and I'll meet you downstairs for the big birthday prank ok?

"Hurry up," he said and jumped down the rest of the steps.

"Good morning," the kid's caretaker for the orphanage Mrs. Bird said her back turned to the stove. "Hands washed, shirt tucked in and hair combed before any breakfast for the lot of you. Nasty, ungrateful punks." she mumbled under her breath.

"Hey Harry," a short spiky haired 9 year old boy named Alex said as he walked into the orphanage's kitchen. "Yes ma'am" he said as the caretaker opened her mouth to yell at him "I'll clean up and make myself look decent before we eat. See you later Harry." he winked and left the room.

"So Mrs. Bird," Harry said "How's your family?" he thought fast he needed to get her to move a couple steps to the right so the prank would work. As he listened to her rant about her husband he moved her slowly to the right spot. Then he backed out of the kitchen. Looking up the winding staircase he gave the kid waiting at the top of the stairs a fleeting thumbs up. "Lights, Camera, Action." he whispered as a hole opened up on the ceiling and a huge glob of glue drenched their evil caretaker.

He turned and ran as Mrs. Bird screamed "POTTER!!!"

He smiled as he ran, "Happy Birthday to me."