A/N: My first fan fiction, I would really appreciate if you took the time to review and tell me what you think and if you want me to continue :)
The night was cold and frosty, the trees shivered with a dark wind as the foreboding shadows crept ever closer. In was the 31st of October 1981 11:02pm and two lives had been taken. A dark lord vanished, and little boy orphaned.
9 years and 9 months later, a small boy got a strange letter written in emerald ink on yellow parchment. If that was not strange, the fact the boy had never got a letter before AND the fact that it had the name of his cupboard was on the front cemented the fact that this was not normal, and therefore he should not show it to his aunt and uncle. With this knowledge in place, Harry James Potter silently climbed back in his cramped cupboard.
Harry had discovered a whole world secret to his own, or so he thought. People walked around in long black robes, signs over shops which read, newt eyes – 2 galleons!' Harry thought this was all a bit overwhelming so he stuck with the most recognisable thing in the alley, the bookshop.
As Harry was browsing the shelves of Flourish and Blotts he came across a book which looked interesting, 'rise and fall of the dark arts, dark arts?' Harry thought.
As Harry flicked open the last few pages of the book, his life changed forever.
'Lily and James Potter were murdered while valiantly trying to defend their son Harry. The location of the Potter house hold was under the Fedullis charm, the secret keeper Sirius Black told he-who-must-not-be-named where he would find the Potters.
And so on the 31st of October 1981, you-know-who went to Godric's Hollow and killed James and Lilly Potter, and for reasons unknown tried to kill little Harry. An 18 month old baby. However once the dark lord had cast the killing curse on the child the curse bounced strait off his head and killed the dark lord.
It is said that the unforgivable left a scar, which remains there to this day'.
Harry nearly dropped the book out of shock. James and Lilly. His parents. Had not been the drunken loners the Dursleys had told him they were. But most of all.
They loved him.
Loved him so much they sacrificed themselves so he could live. The swell of joy filling Harry's young heart was suddenly replaced by furious rage. 'How dare them, How DARE THEY LIE TO ME.' Harry's mind was brimming with hate for his so-called-family, not that he ever considered them that.
Harry took some calming breaths and looked around, this book had information on his parents, on HIS family, and so he NEEDED this book. However Harry was aware he had very little money, £1.60 that he had scraped together over the years, and certainly no galleons. Harry looked around once more, seeing that he was alone in aisle; he slipped the book under his baggy shirt and walked outside.
Harry's heart was thumping in fear as he walked towards the exit of the alley, every footstep thunderous to his ears. '50 feet, come on, come on'.
"OI, STOP THAT KID" a voice bellowed from behind him. 'CRAP' Harry's mind screamed, he had no option left, he needed this book. So Harry did the only thing he was good at.
He ran.
