DISCLAIMER: this means that I don't own Harry Potter.
-PROLOGUE-
Everyone has objects from their childhood that they like to keep for the sake of remembering that simpler part of life. Everything was easier then; so for most people it might be a stuffed animal, a doll or even an action figure. For children who didn't get the benefits that others did, they would cling to a rare gift that they might have been given or found. These objects come in many forms but all share a similar trait. They contain the essence of memories from that time.
If you have such an object than perhaps you pick it up every now and then, smile fondly as you remember how much it meant and still does mean to you.
Beware dear reader; this tale is much more than a simple walk down memory lane. It is not one of happy memories of the childhood that should have been. It will tell of a dark time in one Harry Potter's life; where little light reached him, no glimmer of hope to guide him. Save for an item he found in his youth. Our story begins when he found it, during the summer of 1986.
You have been warned dear reader. Do you dare continue? If not, you may turn back now. If you can brave the horrors a child can face, then let the story begin...
AN: God help me, I'm starting a new story. Oh well. It's a bit different though.
So wudda ya think?