I've been looking forward to writing this for a few weeks now. This story is going to be updated on Thursdays around 1-2 Eastern US time, provided that I start writing at 12.

Eeeeee :D

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Harry had awoken that particular morning, feeling like something was wrong. Something bad was going to happen that day.

Harry James Potter, aged four - wait, no. Aged 5. That's right, it was his birthday. He had sat up that morning, feeling odd. He stretched and counted down the seconds. Three, two, Knock, knock, knock.

"Get up!" Called the harsh voice of Aunt Petunia. Harry had groaned and he had gotten out of his little cupboard, and he had gone to make breakfast.

It wasn't different from any other morning to his immediate attention, but something had still felt... off.

Harry, in the present, snorted. Something had been very off indeed.

Past Harry had gone through his regular routine, making breakfast while sneaking what he could. He had placed the breakfast on the table just as Uncle Vernon and Dudley bounded down the stairs to get to their food.

Nothing had looked off.

Until the Mail came.

As soon as the little shwooop of the Mail going through the slot sounded, Vernon had yelled, "Harry! Get the Mail!" Despite the fact that Harry had been in the same room as Vernon.

Harry walked off into the living room and he had stopped in his tracks. Sitting there had been a vibrant green envelope.

Who could that be from?! He had wondered.

Present Harry laughed aloud as he rolled over on his bed, attempting not to agitate his arm. That letter had changed everything.

Past Harry ran to get the mail before Vernon noticed that it was taking Harry longer than usual. He didn't touch the green letter with his flesh; he had picked it up with the other letters and he had deposited the mail on the table, the green letter mocking him from the very top.

Vernon's face went red when he saw it and he had turned to Harry. "WHAT IS THIS!?" He had bellowed. "DID YOU TURN MY MAIL FUNKY COLORS YOU FREAK!?" Harry had shook his head vehemently.

"It was like that when I grabbed it, sir." Harry had said. Vernon didn't calm down immediately, Present Harry recalled, but he certainly hadn't hit Harry or anything.

Vernon had reached over and he had picked up the letter. What was going through the man's mind, Harry couldn't say, but whatever it had been, it wasn't good.

He had opened the letter slowly, as if dreading the insides of the letter. The actual letter itself was a shiny silver with dark green writing on it.

Thankfully, Vernon had read the letter aloud, otherwise Harry wouldn't have known its contents.

Dear residents of Number Four Privet Drive, present-Harry recalled it saying.

My name is Doctor Yaxley from the nearby Slythepure Labratory, privately funded by the Malfoy family, and we have been searching for people to participate in the Dark Magic project. Please, don't be alarmed by the name; it has nothing to do with magic, we assure you! It was simply the name that the incompitent Doctor Yowle had come up with. We are looking for a child willing to be shot with needles and tested on, but it has to be a child. We will be willing to pay you up to ten thousand pounds a year for this, and we will keep him during the time he would normally go to school and return him for the summers, so long as you tell us things that happen to the child while he is away from our lab.

If you do decide to accept this oppertunity, please send the child to the Slythepure labratory before the school year starts and we will send the payment to you.

Please and thank you for your time,

Doctor Yaxley.

The letter had ended there.

Harry had gulped, and he had started to head to his cupboard.

"You better be packing boy!" Vernon had said, laughing at his own joke.

Present Harry rolled over again, sighing. He could feel his blood boiling and chilling again, over and over. It itched, and it felt horrible, and Harry wanted to go home.

But he couldn't go home.

There was no home to go to. He didn't consider that horrible place his home when they willingly gave him up to these people. They had seemed nice enough at the start; all pleasent and "Would you like some tea, Mrs. Dursley?" and "Can I get you a biscuit, Mr. Dursley?" Both had refused and drove off, of course, leaving Harry in the large, cold labratory with the two doctors.

As soon as the Dursleys had left, they had turned on Harry with the coldest smile he had ever seen. The showed him his room, very large, very airy and the bed had been larger than the Dursley's master bed. They had smiled coldly at him and one had said, "You may have this bed so long as you participate with the experiments, Harry!" Harry had gaped; surely they couldn't be that bad if he got to sleep there!

Oh, it was that bad and much more.

Their first act was to whip out a wand and run diagnostic tests on him. No magic my arse.

Then they had injected him with some odd, bright red liquid which was currently making his blood boil. Nearly instantly after he had been injected, his arm had ripped open, from his elbow to his wrist. It's not like they cut him or anything, but it was suddenly... there.

And it hadn't hurt at all, either, which Harry had found odd. Of course, touching it hurt like hell, but the act of getting his arm torn open hadn't hurt.

It hadn't lasted long at all, either. Ten minutes at most and it sealed up again, leaving no mark. There was no sign that his arm had ripped itsself open at all, other than the blood everywhere.

Neither doctor had bothered to help Harry once his arm ripped open, they had simply started taking notes.

Present Harry flipped over in his bed again. No, his arm was agitated at the minute because it had ripped open again.

It seemed like this was to become a regular occurance.

Harry sighed in relief once he felt the telltale feather-like feeling of it sealing itsself again.

He was learning to sense his body for these things, and it wasn't just his arm that would rip open. It could happen anywhere for any length of time, and he always felt like a hot iron was being pressed against the offended area.

They had spent the rest of the day documenting the occurences, where they were, how long they lasted and how long there was between them. Between them, they had asked Harry questions and he questioned them in turn, asking them about Magic. They were happy to explain about the Magical world and how they both went to a school called Hogwarts. Other than the experiments, they seemed pretty nice.

For now.

Harry sighed and tried to keep himself still. He was sure that these were going to be a long couple of years before he got to go to Hogwarts.

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There you go. Chapter 1 complete.

I rather like this first chapter; the flipping back and forth between past and present was actually pretty fun to write, but it was only for this chapter. I promise, more fun experiments are to be conducted next chapter. I think we'll spend a good 5 chapters about Harry growing up like that and then he'll go to Hogwarts. You'll see most of the results in scenarios at Hogwarts.

That being said, Poll time!

Gryffindor or Slytherin?