HARRY POTTER'S POV

CHAPTER ONE

10 years later

A man with black-brown hair entered my room with crimson red eyes that shined with determination. He pointed his wand at the girl with red hair. "Give me my son and you'll die a painless death," He says as they have a staring contest. She didn't move a inch causing him to raise his wand. "Tell your husband I always keep my promises, sectumsempra." He whispers and a bright purple light comes out of the wand he holds in his hand. Blood went everywhere and she fell to the floor, whimpering.

He turned towards me with a soft smile gracing his handsome features as he looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Dada," I say and giggle slightly as I look up at him with wide eyes.

"Hadrian," He whispers as tears of joy trickled down his pale face. I attempted to hug him despite my small arms. But then a man with a long silver beard appeared in the doorway and he shot the dying red headed lady a glance. I felt a surge of fear go through me as my fatger put me back in the crib. "Get away from me and my son you bastard, he's done nothing to you. How dare you draw a child into a war?" My apparent father yelled angrily at the man as his arm shook slightly out of anger.

The man just smiled grimly with a unknown look in his crazed blue eyes. My father raised his wand and started to say something but never got to finish, a green light came from the old man's wand and struck my father in the chest causing him to fall to the ground.

I felt a sharp searing pain in my forehead above my eyebrow as the old man took me away against my will.

I sat up quickly gasping for air as the dream swam in my thoughts, trying not to hit my head on the top of my cupboard. Was that true? Did that really happen? These thoughts swam in my head as I grasped at the dream in my head, already forgetting it. I knew though that it wasn't true, but it didn't stop my curiosity wandering. But the one thing I couldn't forget was the body of the man with stunning crimson eyes.

"Wake up, boy!" My aunt screeched whilst banging on the door, causing dust from the ceiling to fall on me. "You need to make breakfast for Dudders, you better not ruin his birthday breakfast or else," she told me warningly through the cupboard door.

I mentally groaned. How could I forget his bloody birthday? Well, I am not that surprised actually. Why would I remember that spoiled brats birthday anyway? He didn't bother to remember mine or acknowledge it. I put on my socks and open my cupboard door slightly annoyed already.

I walk into the kitchen that is filled with so many presents that you can barely spot the table or my Aunt and Uncle, which is saying something since my Uncle is as big as a sea and my Aunt as tall as a giraffel. I walked over to the stove and placed a pan on it then put bacon on it before putting bread in the toaster and returning to the bacon. After I am done, I grab a little to eat and sit down ignoring the look my Uncle sends my way.

The phone rang and my Aunt rushed to answer it before anyone else could. A minute later she walked in with a worried expression on her face. "Mrs Fig broke her leg, she can't take him," She said nodding in my direction with a distraught expression on her horse like features. Dudley looked as if all his nightmare's had come true and I had to withhold a grin. "What do we do?" Aunt Petunia asked Uncle Vernon as she wrung her hands around her skinny neck.

"We could leave him here maybe, but there's a good chance he'll get into sonething. We could leave him in the car, wait no we can't I just bought it last week," Uncle Vernon said also looking slightly distraught. Dudley's eyes widened in horror at the realization that I was most likely going to the zoo with him.

Dudley then started crying, well not really crying. He hasn't really cried in years but his mum fell for it every single time. "I d-don't want him to c-come," He 'sobbed' into his pudgy hands. My Aunt pulled him into a tight hug and assured him that I wouldn't ruin his special day.

I rolled my eyes and headed back to my cupboard and closed the door quietly without them barely realising. I sat on my bed and went back to thinking about the dream that had already nearly left my mind. What did that dream mean? Who was that man that killed my 'father'? I desperately wanted to know the answer to these questions that haunted my head and flooded my head.

"You will stay here, boy! You are not to leave this cupboard," My Uncle barked through the door suddenly nearly making me jump in fear. I hummed in response as I heard him and the Dursley's leave. I grinned and opened the door to my cupboard door after a few minutes to make sure they left.

Did they honestly expect me to listen to that dumb rule? If they did, then they're dumber than I thought. They could've at least attempted to lock my door, well it wouldn't have done much thanks to the fact I was good at unlocking doors. I walked into the living room and turned on the TV for the first time in quite some of time.

A few odf hours later, I heard a knock on the door causing me to freeze. Do I open it? My curiosity got the better of me, so I looked through the peephole.

It was the old man from the dream with the long beard, I choked slightly as he smiled patiently. I slowly opened the door and looked at the mans unusual attire. He wore a pointed hat and a lilac robe with a black cloak. I curiously looked at him, was he one of those cosplayers or whatever? "Who are you?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow at him.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore," The man told me, even his name is a unusual name. "I need to speak to you, Harry," He told- wait he knew my name, my suspicions grew and I hid my shaking hand.

"I can't invite stranger's in," I say in a quiet voice. The man's eyes twinkle with amusement and as if I'm under a spell the next words slip out without my consent. "But I can go outside," I say suddenly as I bite my lip. Dumbledore smiled at me brightly.

I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, making sure it's unlocked. I didn't trust the man but I was curious nonetheless. "Well as you know my name is Albus Dumbledore," I nodded. "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," He told me as we started walking. I raised another eyebrow, giving him the 'are-you-serious' look. Did he expect me to believe him just like that?

He sighed as he saw the expression on his face. "You are a wizard, Harry. Your parents were a witch and wizard too," He told me pulling out a picture of the red hair girl in my dream and a man I have never seen before. Then who was that man in my dream? I gulped slightly, what if the dream had some truth?

"I am here to take you to get your school supplies," He told me clapping his hands together. "Here is your letter," He said handing me a thick letter with emerald green writing and a symbol with a 'H' in the middle. I opened it carefully and began reading the first thing.

Dear Mr. H. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are expected to have all of the school supplies by September 1st. We await your owl.

Sincerely,

Deputy Headmistress,

Minerva McGonagall

I finished looking at it and went to the school supply list, causing me to choke. First of all this stuff looks expensive, not to mention I've never seen this stuff before. "How am I gonna pay for all of this?" I ask him.

"Your parent's money," He told me with a sly grin. "Now why don't we go to Diagon Alley for your stuff?" He asks me, his blue twinkling eyes staring into my emerald greens ones. I nodded hesitantly, still not trusting him. He held out his arm and me, confused, took it. Then I felt a pull and as if I was in a tube making my stomach uneasy. We appeared in a beautiful street filled with many interesting shops with a sudden stop nearly making me fall to the ground and puke.

He looked at my facial expression and immediately knew he had a lot of explaining to do.