a/n this is my first story please be nice

Harry Potter and the Dark Light

Chapter one: The Beginning of Hate

Harry Potter was having the worst summer of his life. Part of it was from his daily beatings but the majority was from the pain of losing the most important father figure in his life, his godfather Sirius. All he did was sulk around in his room barely eating, waiting for his uncle to get home.

Tomorrow was his sixteenth birthday. He couldn't wait! He would be leaving this family behind.

Harry heard his Uncle pull into the drive and then heard him throw the door open and marched up the stairs, stopping once for something. When he got to Harry's door and opened it holding a fire poker. He came towards Harry and said , "It's your fault I got fired!"

That's the last time Harry could remember being able to see.

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MsAvenger!