I'm not going to lie, I'm really not happy with the first few chapters, but I feel that they have their highs and their lows. This is arguably the single worst, but I just couldn't think of anything else to write. So trust me, it should get better. Hopefully.
Ch. 2
Over several weeks, Harry got to know the strange girl who called herself Mi. He found himself looking forward to the gardening, when she would appear from the hedge to talk about their lives and help him with his chores. Occasionally the two would meet in other places in Harry's rare free time. Until, as all things are wont to do, everything changed.
One seemingly unremarkable afternoon, Harry was finally free to wander the neighbourhood. This day was similar to many others, perhaps a bit more stressful than most, but the strange girl was truly what mattered most in what was to come. Harry had long ago accepted his lot, he had no plans for the future and very few things he truly cared about. Then suddenly Mi walked into his life and told him a little of her story. A girl who lived on the streets and in the forests, seeming to have done well for herself that way. For the first time in years, the protective shell of apathy cracked ever so slightly. And that would change everything.
Stressed slightly more than usual, Harry Potter ran from his prison of 4 Privet drive. Despite his own desires on the matter, the way Mi spoke of her life brought uncomfortable feelings up in Harry. Feelings that he believed himself better without. This annoyed him, coiling the ball of tension inside of him tighter, yet the thought of asking the girl to stop never crossed his mind. As he fled, his feet found their way to the local park, where Dudley and his gang often hung out. Unfortunately, today was no exception. So it was that the great whale spied its' prey as a certain strange girl was hiding nearby, carefully watching, ready to step in if necessary.
"Hey freak! You shouldn't have come here! Now you're gonna pay! And not with money either!" Yelled out Dudley Dursley, cracking his knuckles in a pitiful attempt to look intimidating.
"You tell him big D!" Simpered the eternal henchman Piers Polkiss. The other background henchmen yelled out various encouragements.
At this point, Harry would have normally turned and fled, easily outrunning his fat cousin and out of shape lackeys, but on this particular day, things went differently. Anger can make people do strange things. Despite the unseen girls' muttered pleading commands, Harry simply stood there, eyes glazed as the anger and stress rose within him, rooting him to the spot and distancing him from his body. Of course, Dudley and his gang never believed in fair play, took the moment to close in on Harry, grab his arms, haul him above the ground and begin beating him. It was this moment that the world changed. Mi stepped out of the shadows, ready and willing to reduce the fat Dursley to a red paste if necessary. At the same time, Harry's warring emotions hit critical mass, and exploded outwards in a tremendous surge of magical energy. For you see, Harry Potter was a wizard, and simply did not know it yet
"Shite"