A story about a boy with a scar

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Chapter One: A letter for Harry

A/N: I feel I should just mention that Harry knows he's adopted and that his parents renamed him Harrison James Lewis Thompson, and his father's name is Lewis Thompson and his mum's name is Megan Thompson… just some little information you may want to know… or not *shrugs*

I apologise for any grammar or spelling mistakes, all chapters will at least be 1,000 words or more

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Harry James Potter

The second largest bedroom

333 christmas cottage

The midlands.

Harry stared at the letter, he had never actually received one before, well one that wasn't from the school he went to.

As he looked at the letter in his hands, he slowly made his way into the kitchen, placing the other letters onto the table in front of his father before seating himself down in his usual seat.

He flipped the envelope over and traced the wax seal on the other side.

Hogwarts, what is Hogwarts?

His mother walked over to the table placing a plate containing a full english breakfast in front of his father and himself then sat down with her own, finally looking up she noticed what was in her son's hand

"Harrison? What you got there?"

Looking up at his mum, he handed her the letter, "Have you ever heard of a place called Hogwarts?"

His mother took the letter shaking her head in confusion and began to tear open the letter, her eyes narrowed as she read through, once she finished a bubble of laughter escaped her, as she passed the letter over to her curious husband.

"A school of magic Lewis, he's been invited to a school of magic."

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the letter in his fathers hand. So thats what I can do.

"What kind of joke is this?" his mother asked his father, holding back her scoffs.

Lewis looked over at his wife as he said, "What if it's not a joke? What if its true… I mean it would explain why he can understand snakes."

"Honey, Harry can't understand them he just… gets them, you know like the dog whisperer except Harry's the snake whisper."

"Ok then what about the time he somehow managed to change his teachers hair colour to blue?"

"A clever well thought out prank I'll give him that."

Rolling his eyes, Harry looked between both of his parents, his mother always believed what he could do was skills, talent, and a clever brain, however his father always believed it was magic.

Perhaps his father was right.

Looking over at his father he noticed the man was staring quizzically at him.

"What do you think of it Harry?"

Harry took a moment to think it all through.

"Well… it is curious that they know my original name, so perhaps my other parents went there… I mean you have to admit it would explain alot."

Lewis grinned and turned back to face his rather amused wife, "You see, I think Harry should reply, and ask for someone to come to explain it to him, if it works then we should soon find out, if not then well we know it's a hoax."

The woman shook her head laughing lightly, causing her blonde curl to come loose from her ponytail, turning to face her son, her hazel eyes shone with amusement, "Well Harrison, do you want to send a reply, via owl by the way, if I'm not mistaken."

"I guess I can write a reply… maybe there's an owl outside waiting."

"Well before you and your dad get anymore silly idea's finish your breakfast, then you can go play with the owls."

Both males glared half heatedly at the chortling woman.

I guess it does seem a little outlandish, but its worth giving it a shot.


Both harry and his father were now in his room writing out a reply, so far nothing sounded right, but finally Harry managed to come up with something that sounded more mature.

Dear Professor McGonagall

If what you say is true, and this is not just some made up hoax, then may I please request that you send someone to prove you are being truthful and that can explain things to me and my family, and if that is the case then yes, I would be glad to be excepted into your school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Your's sincerely,

Harrison James Lewis Thompson (aka Harry James Potter)

Handing his father the reply to read over Harry walked over to the window to open it before turning back to his father.

"Will it do?"

His father nodded and handed the letter back over to him, "Yes Harry it should be fine, see if there's an owl out there waiting… admittedly that does sound a bit farfetched… but you never know."

Harry and his father laughed a bit, Harry lent out the window slightly looking around for any signs of an owl.

"Umm… I have my reply for Hogwarts… If there's an owl there…"

Just as he said this an owl came sweeping down from a nearby tree, giving a little hoot in greeting then sticking out its leg waiting for the reply.

His father walked over in shock and stared at the owl. "It's got a little pouch around its ankle, kind of like a homing pigeon."

Harry nodded his head in agreement, placing his reply in said little pouch; the owl gave another hoot then flew off.

"How long do you think it will be till I hear back?"

"I don't know Harry… hopeful it will be soon. Come on, lets go tell your mother that an owl actually did come and take your reply away!"

Rolling his eyes at his fathers childish behaviour, the ten year old began to follow him out the room, stopping to glance back at the window, and stare at the owl that was now starting to fade into the horizon.

Magic indeed.


A/N: So how was that? I know nothing really interesting happened but next chapter will hopefully be more interesting. Please R&R

Also thank you to everyone who followed and faved this, and thank you YukiKyo for reviewing, I hope this chapter was a little longer for you. The next chapters should start getting longer just now.

~Crow