Harry

Back in Britain, in a suburban neighborhood, lived a somewhat average family. A mom, a dad, and a son. However, these rolls are different to a five-year-old boy who was left on their doorstep when he was a baby. Those rolls are called uncle, aunt, and cousin.

Said boy is forced to live in a cupboard beneath a flight of stairs and deals with constant bullying from his cousin on a more than constant basis. The aunt and uncle look at him with disdain. From the day he was discovered, they did everything in their power to keep him sheltered, but all it did was backfire as his emotions triggered his magic.

Due to their failure to realize this, Harry's magic acted up on the daily. All Harry wanted to do was socialize and have a somewhat normal childhood, but due to the oddly shaped scar on his forehead and his non-magical/magic hating relatives, it turned out to be hell in a handbasket.

Surely, if Sirius, Lily and James hadn't been betrayed by one of their best friends, he wouldn't be in Azkaban and they wouldn't have died, therefore allowing them to raise them and allow him to express himself so his magical bursts wouldn't draw so much attention.

However, Number four, Privet Drive of Little Whinging; the home where the Dursley's and one Potter live has had their share of incidents over the course of five years.

On this particular day, the Dursley's and Harry were going to an amusement park. They wanted to get it over and done due to… incidents in the past. They shoved him into the car which caused him to get a little upset.

'What did I do this time? I was standing next to the car.' Harry thought frowning.

A parliament of owls appeared out of nowhere and just started swarming the car. A snowy owl circled around Harry, looking for some kind of a perch. Harry held out his arm and allowed the owl to land. The white feathers, slightly ruffled, were the most beautiful thing Harry had seen. "You are so pretty."

The other owls dispersed after being shooed away by the uncle. Upon shooing the owls away, they notice Harry with one perched on his arm. They give him scandalous looks, as if he summoned them on purpose. "What did you do?!" The uncle points at Dudley, who is utterly frightened of birds as of that moment.

Harry looked at them, petrified. "I don't know what you're talking about Uncle Vernon. The owls just flew here. Maybe they like us." He stroked the owls head, and raised his arm for the owl to take off.

"Maybe they like us, huh? Ever since you arrived, you have been nothing more than a thorn in our side. You're always getting into some kind of trouble and you're only five!"

"But I haven't done anything…"

"Just like my sister, you are. Your grandparents were so thrilled about her, but only I could see her for what she was. When Dudley was born, they didn't give a worm's tail about him, but the moment they hear about Lily having a child, they're ready to buy out the babies' department."

Harry muttered under his breath. "It's not my fault your parents thought so poorly of you… Why must you insist on taking it out on me?"

"Maybe because you're a weirdo. Everyone says it." Dudley stuffs a moon-pie in his mouth.

"Maybe I am, but it doesn't give you a reason to hurt me and neglect me!" Harry ran off crying, and storm clouds appeared in the sky.

Minerva McGonagall happened to be watching the entire debacle from across the way and dispersed the clouds. "I still think it was a bad idea to leave him with these types of muggles. They might be related by blood, but that's where it ends." She said, speaking to no one in particular. She turns into a cat and follows Harry to a park.

At the park, Harry sits on a swing by himself. He notices a cat sitting across from him and looks at it curiously. It walks up to him and brushes against his leg. He scratches behind its ear and asks something weird. "A large swarm of cats won't appear, will it?" The cat tilts its head to the side, as if confused as to why he would think that.

"Sorry… I've just had bad luck today with some owls. My aunt and uncle always think its centered around me. They always push me around and treat me like I'm a second-class citizen. I wish I could just get away from it all…"

The cat meows, as if telling Harry to go home. Harry does just that and the cat disappears.

At Hogwarts, McGonagall sighs in defeat. "I'm sorry Potter… Just a few more years and you'll be able to get away, if only for a little while at a time. I pray that he gets into Gryffindor so he can remain under my eye."

McGonagall goes to Dumbledore's office and reports that Harry's magic spiked again. "Professor Dumbledore. Potter's magic keeps spiking. I've been watching them. They neglect him and harm him. The poor boy doesn't enjoy it. He was talking to me, wishing he could escape. What five year asks for something like that? He should be making friends, not begging to be put out of his misery."

"We can't do anything about it right now. We have six years to wait before we can get our hands on him. For now, we need to continue prepping. We have one month left to prepare six years' worth of curriculum for the two beyond the barrier."

"I'm aware Albus. I'm just concerned that he'll have some severe scarring from that."

"When he comes to Hogwarts, we'll be able to help him. He'll be able to make lasting friendships that will withstand the test of time."

"Maybe those two will befriend him. I mean they have had their fair share of teasing and they're in his age group."

"Maybe. We'll see."