Disclaimer: The story I tell here about Harry is my own invention, and it is not purported or believed to be part of J.K. Rowling's story canon. This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official story line.
Chapter One
A Letter from Someone
The cupboard under the stairs of number four, Privet Drive could be described as a bedroom of sorts, even though it barely had room to fit anyone, let alone a ten year old boy. The mentioned ten year old was small and skinny for his age, had a thin face, knobbly knees, messy black hair and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape, broken by all the times that Dudley and his friends had used him as a punching bag. The only thing Harry liked about his whole appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead shaped like a bolt of lightning.
Currently, Harry Potter was dreaming vividly, about a person with black messy hair, with lots of grays in them and round glasses like his, then older man was pulling out something from his temple and then there was a violent flash of red, gold and green light. He awoke with a start, gasping as his scar had hurt as if it was on fire. Harry snapped one hand to his scar, eyes crinkled in annoyance, the other hand on his lip to block himself from calling out and then a bunch of blurred images of people, places and other things he couldn't recognize rushed forth into his brain in a vivid array of colors and sounds. And then all of a sudden it was gone, the pain and the flashes of images, gone and Harry promptly fainted onto his old mattress.
He had constantly had dreams about weird lights, flying motorcycles and people dressed in odd clothes, but this was a first.
Once morning approached, Harry woke earlier than his relatives, tried to open the door and was glad that it had swung open. So that had put an end to his punishment for the vanishing glass at the zoo. He walked to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast for the residents of number four.
As he finished with the last of the bacon, his Aunt Petunia walked into the kitchen, with Uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley behind her. They settled down in front of the plates Harry had laid out for them. Aunt Petunia laid out breakfast for everyone, giving Harry a slice of burnt toast and a strip of bacon, with a glass of water. Harry slowly nibbled through his toast thinking about the vivid dream he'd had. They heard a click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat. Harry quickly devoured his toast and bacon and chugged his water down in one go.
"Go fetch the mail, boy." said Uncle Vernon without looking up from his paper.
Harry quickly walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway, three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, a brown envelope that looked like a bill of some kind and – a letter addressed to Harry.
Harry picked it up and stared at it for a while, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever in his whole life had ever written to him. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:
Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surry
The was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink.
"Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen, which promptly, made Harry drop the letter in surprise.
"Coming, Uncle Vernon." Harry shouted back, crouching down to pick his letter up. But as he bent down to pick the letter, he saw a flash of images that showed him taking his letter back to the kitchen and having it taken away by his Aunt and Uncle. He gave out a small gasp of surprise and decided to keep the letter to himself, and so tucked the letter into the waist of his pants and pulled his shirt over it, walking back to the kitchen to give the postcard and envelope to his uncle.
After he had finished his chores for the day, Harry locked himself into his cupboard, and pulled out his now slightly crumpled letter. He smoothed it out with his trembling hands, reread the address again and turned the envelope over. He saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, a serpent, an eagle and a badger, surrounding a large letter H.
He cracked the wax seal carefully with his fingernails, he plucked out another yellow parchment and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDARY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Harry pulled out another piece of parchment and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
First-year students will require:
Uniform
Three Sets of Plain Work Robes (Black)
One Plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wear
One Pair of Protective Gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One Winter Cloak (Black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all student's clothes should carry name-tags at all times.
Books
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 Wand
1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set of brass scales
Students may also bring an Owl, a Cat or a Toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.
Harry gaped at the letter and its contents, even though barely any of it made sense to him, he knew that the letter wasn't a fraud. For one Dudley didn't have the brains to pull off such a prank and for another, as he had read through the letter and its contents a lot of things made sense to him. He had an eidetic memory and he remembered everything that had happened since he was one. He could recall the aspects of his parents, their voices and even their warmth, and some other people too; Pa'foo and Moo'ey most common among them. Not only that, he even saw a flash of himself reading the very same letter, standing next to a giant of a man and another flash of an image of a handsome boy reading the same letter, with a tall man with long black hair and a long beard, standing next to him. He saw another flash of an image of a pub, The Leaky Cauldron, somewhere in London.
He laid down on his bed, having had dinner before, clutching the letter to his chest. All the flashes of images that were going through his head was giving him a mighty headache. He thought about what he would do with the letter, he wanted to confirm his suspicions, but asking the Dursleys' was out of the question because, even before he could get a word out they would lock him in the cupboard till school opened. He knew the only thing to do was go there himself and find out the truth. Then suddenly, he remembered that there was a line in the letter written: 'We await your owl…'. He believed that they had probably meant they expected his answer. So picking himself up, he pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil and scribbled out a letter:
Dear Deputy Headmistress,
I am writing to you in regards of the letter I received today, stating that I have been asked to your school. I accept the invitation to your prestigious institution.
Thanking you,
Yours sincerely,
Harry Potter
He then folded the piece of paper and then pulled out another sheet to make an envelope out of it, writing:
To the Deputy Headmistress
M. McGonagall
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
He had a collection of old stamps that he had found here and there, he picked one of those from the shelf and licked it and place it on his self-made envelope.
He decided that he would post it in the morning in the post box near the library and then he would go to London, with what little money he had earned from working for his neighbors, without his relatives' knowledge.
He also wrote a brief letter explaining the letter and its contents and where he had gone to his relatives to be stuck on the door of the cupboard in the morning before he left. He carefully packed his letter and the few possessions that he had and the money into his school bag. He departed to bed with a gratified grin, thinking about his day tomorrow.
Pub: 30 March 2018
12:54 P.M
A lot of what you recognize is extracted from the original books, by JKR.
Forgive me if you don't find it good. I am trying my best to write HARRY POTTER in fanfiction form and its not easy to do so.
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