A/N: Hello reader! This is my first fanfic so I'm a little unsure as to where it's going. I'll be taking it one chapter at a time so I hope you're a patient person or else this may be an extremely painful experience.
Summary: What if Harry was a little quicker on the uptake and took everything the Dursley's ever said to him with a very large grain of salt. Intelligent/slightly powerful Harry!
Pairings: Harry/Ginny Ron/Hermione
Disclaimer: I own the seven Harry Potter books and the five movies on DVD. I have been Hermione for Halloween and have seen the Harry Potter and the HBP movie trailer. That's about it. And seeing as I'm missing a castle, a British heritage and a whole lot of money, I'm guessing I'm not J. K. Rowling. Huh.
Chapter 1--Prologue
The houses on Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey were very…precise. Every lawn was a vibrant green and every blade of grass was cut to be 2.5 centimeters in height. Each home was painted white, as were the fences, and inside each and every one of those houses there lived a typical family. The husbands were sent to work each weekday morning and the wives stayed home with their children. There was no controversy. There was no scandal. That is, until one day, when a little boy with bright, green eyes and a lightning bolt scar was found on the front steps of the Dursley residence…
And all hell broke loose.
A/N Yes, it's short. Yes, it lacks content. Yes, it even lacks originality. However, since I hate it when authors are self-deprecating, I'm just going to say that this is only the beginning…