A/N I am going to have Harry eventually become pretty strong. Hopefully he won't be too OP, but I think I'll make him balanced. Harry will be an elemental, but he is really going to have to work at getting stronger. Also I'm American, but I will try to use British mannerisms. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1: Life on Privet Drive
Coughing and spluttering, a seven year old Harry woke up in a cold sweat. He had just had another dream. Cackling laughter. A woman screaming, "No, No please." A green light, and then black. He always woke up right after that green light! He didn't know what it was from, who was screaming, or who was making the laughter. The laughter could've been coming from his uncle and he wouldn't have even been surprised.
Ever since Harry was little he'd been living with his Aunt and Uncle. They both always reminded him of how nice they were to do this, and how he was lucky that they even took him in. He didn't think he was very lucky. He'd seen how they treat their Duddeykins, and how other families treat their kids. He didn't understand why he wasn't treated the same. Ever since he could walk he'd been doing as many chores as he could before being sent back to the cupboard. He didn't get very much food, so he was definitely below average weight and height. His Aunt and Uncle had never actually laid a hand on him, but he'd never gotten any attention besides being told which chores to do. As a result he was very emotionally starved, and reserved. His one haven was in books. Books could never disappoint him, they could never tell him to do chores, they could never leave him.
He was a self taught reader, his Uncle's dictionary, that was never noticed to be missing, always being used to look up new words, and every couple of weeks taking a book from Dudley's room to read. He lost himself in the mysterious world of Agatha Christie or the magical world of Ender's Game. He was an avid reader, and a very smart boy, but he could never show it in school for fear that he would get yelled at by his Aunt or Dudley might find him on the playground, and make his day not very fun. He never had many friends. He had a few acquaintances, but most were scared off by Dudley and his gang.
The one friend Harry had truly made in his first few years of primary school was a boy named Roger. Roger was a bit taller than Dudley, so he was never scared of him. The first day Roger invited Harry to come with him back to his house, Harry was astonished. He knew if he asked his Aunt and Uncle they'd say no, so he went anyway. Harry had a blast, but when he got home he was locked in the cupboard for two days with almost no food or water.
When his Uncle threw him into the cupboard Harry's head smashed into the light which broke it. This is where he first discovered that there was something different about him. His Aunt and Uncle had told him multiple times that under absolutely no circumstances was he to show any freakishness. He didn't know what that meant but he had agreed to it.
In this dark cupboard he tried to read his book, but he seriously couldn't make out any words. He tried opening the shutter into the cupboard to let some light in, but couldn't get any. He struggled to read for a couple seconds before finally giving up. He lay down on his cot and started crying. "Nothing is fair, why can't they just love me." He continued crying for at least 30 minutes before he finally just lay there.
He wanted to read.
He wanted to read so bad. So bad that he would do anything for that light to illuminate the book. He looked intently at all the shards around his cot and imagined a ball of light appearing from the light once more. When nothing happened after 20 seconds he started to close his eyes and lay down again. Fantasies are just fantasies after all. Or are they? A ball of light appeared in Harry's room. He looked at it, opened his book and smiled. He would make it through this.