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Chapter 1: Prologue
Harry Potter had always been something of an odd child. His teachers saw his potential but no matter how hard they tried he always seemed to just barely pass. It was quite strange as he seemed to understand the subject, but couldn't translate that to the written page.
They had long since suspected his home life was unpleasant, but as the boy refused to say a word about it, nothing could be done. Thus, they resigned themselves to try their best, and gave him plenty of food. While Harry was grateful, he would much prefer they didn't.
Yes, his family was unpleasant, but every time they confronted him the Dursley's seemed to know, and depending on the teachers tenacity he could be locked in his cupboard from a day to a week. It was just barely preferable to beating, which Vernon threatened when he was drunk but never really did. Sadly, there was something seemingly wrong with the school so they never noticed.
He longed for parents who would wisk him away, some mysterious stranger arriving and telling him he was special, and he no longer had to deal with his relatives. Unfortunately, he also knew it was just wishful thinking. Nothing like that could happen.
Right?
The One Born of Darkness Rises
As Their Origin meets Crisis
Albus Dumbledore drowned his sorrows in firewhiskey. Damn him, damn his decisions, Damn His Foolishness! He'd thought, hoped more like, Petunia would be far more like her sister than she seemed. Lily would certainly have taken in Dudley had the situations been reversed, and truly cared for the boy.
He threw back another glass, and looked at his Phoenix, who trilled sadly. Reaching out, he pet Fawkes, watching through the crystal he'd set up as Harry was shoved into his cupboard once more. Thankfully, the one thing the Old Man could do is set up wards to prevent physical abuse, at least from the boys Uncle and Aunt. Unfortunately, Psychological and Emotional was another matter entirely.
He continued to drink his self-loathing away.
Their Time to Rule shall Come
But the Gods of Old must Succumb
A soft pair of grey eyes rose, looking out and laughing softly. He sat, carefully debating his choices. The time had come. It was all coming to a head, and he'd be damned if it didn't go how he wanted. No one deserves a future shoved on them by others to escape their responsibilities.
Everything was coming together, and soon enough, his dream would become reality.
When One of Three Faces the Eternal
The Cursed One shall Pass on their Mantle
Read & Review plz! Also- 2-10 suck. Skim them, then its better, ill rewrite them later.
These lines seem superficial, but mean far more than you think. Apparently i need to state that, despite being a Prophecy, and thus having far more meaning than one.
"Got to?" said Dumbledore. "Of course you've got to! But not because of the prophecy! Because you, yourself, will never rest until you've tried! We both know it! Imagine, please, just for a moment, that you had never heard that prophecy! How would you feel about Voldemort now? Think!" - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
In short, they only mean what they are interpreted to mean, I have mine, perhaps you will have yours.
