Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters.

Author's note: Hello everyone! This is the beginning of a complete rewrite of the series. This story is going to be quite long, probably around 1-2 Million words in all.

First of all, I would like to mention a few things:

I'm not a native English speaker, not to mention the fact that I'm only going to turn 17 in a few months, so please keep that in mind if I make a mistake.

In this story there will be lots of violence and killing, etc... And it there might be some major character death scenes. If you don't like that, then don't read this.

This is not gonna be a Heroic Harry Potter story, with a somewhat innocent and naive Harry. It is not, however, a dark Harry story either. He might do some bad things here and there, but overall he will remain a decent guy.

My goal is to be as realistic as possible about the characters. There will not be Dramione, or the Dark Lord as Harry's father, or Ron as a death eater (a few things I could tell you without giving too much away). However there will be some new character developments, due to various events within the story, that will make some characters act a bit differently.

My plan is to write not just seven, but eight books. Don't worry it won't be anything like the Cursed Child, which was absolutely terrible, but simply eight years from the time Harry starts Hogwarts.

So, that's it for now. Let the fun begin!

Chapter One

The Beginning of Everything

Harry Potter cried softly in his cupboard. For someone with years of terrible experiences, it was a miracle how rarely he cried. He didn't cry when, at the age of three, he asked his aunt why he didn't have parents like the other children, and his aunt screamed at him for ten minutes for asking questions (something the Dursley's hated) and then rudely informed him that his parents were alcoholic good-for-nothings, who, fortunately, had already died in a car crash. He didn't cry when, at the age of six, in first grade, a classmate named Richard Grant kicked him and left him on the ground while his cousin Dudley laughed at him while pointing a finger at him. And when his uncle scolded him about dirtying his clothes, when he found out what had happened. And he didn't cry when his cousin and his gang carried out their favorite hobby, Harry-hunting, which consisted of four or five boys chasing him, and then beating him up when they caught him. However, this rarely happened anymore because Harry was quite fast, and had excellent reflexes from years of being chased around like that.

However, today he reached his limit. After school yesterday, Dudley and his gang chased him again, but he managed to escape. While he was running, though, he didn't even pay attention to where he was going, so he was surprised to find himself in a park he'd never seen before. Tired of running, he sat down on a bench. After a few minutes, he felt rested enough to get off the bench, at which point he noticed a little black snake at his feet. And the snake was looking at him, or it looked like it was looking at him, at least. At first, he got scared because he thought it was going to attack him, but then the snake started hissing, which, oddly enough, he seemed to be able to understand.

"Good afternoon, sir! The weather is rather nice today, isn't it?"

Harry froze. The Dursleys always told him he was not right in the head, and he'd never heard of a person who could talk to snakes.

"Hello. Yes, it is a rather lovely day today. Can you understand me?" he said. Or, at least, he thought he said that, but he realized that he let out a strange hiss instead of speaking any actual words.

"Of course I can. You are a speaker, one of the few wizards who can speak to us. We snakes can feel the presence of speakers."

"What do you mean? I'm a what... a-a-a wizard?"

"Yes, you are, sir. You didn't know? Haven't you ever experienced some kind of magic when you were feeling something very strongly?"

Harry remembered that several strange or unusual things had happened to him before when he was extremely angry or upset. Uncle Vernon was a fanatical Liverpool fan. He had a red flag with a big phoenix in the middle that Harry had to wash out by hand every weekend because his uncle was very concerned for his beloved flag. He once ordered him to wash it on Sunday night while Harry's class was writing a math test in the first hour of the next day. So he started washing extremely angrily. He had just started, but then, in the middle of the flag, the phoenix suddenly came to life and flew out of the flag. After this, Harry was held prisoner for six months in his cupboard as a punishment.

He remembered another incident, one where dudley once managed to catch him, and he threw him to the ground and started to beat him. He punched him on his head, but, when he tried to do it again, he hit himself instead, so hard that he knocked himself unconscious. Dudley then complained to his parents about Harry for "hypnotizing" him to get him to punch himself, but the story seemed so ridiculous that even the Dursley's didn't believe that Harry could have done it, so that time he got away without punishment. The downside was that, of course, Dudley and his gang tried even harder to beat him up as much as possible.

"The unusual occurances that have been happening around me for years is because of... magic? Because I have magic?" he asked, still slightly dubious, to the serpent, who nodded.

Harry was in shock. If he was indeed a wizard, then why was he forced to live amongst such disgusting people, who hated him for his mere existence. He still had many more things that he wanted to ask the snake, but at that point he noticed it was already dusk. Even if he was a wizard, he didn't want to oppose the Dursleys when he, wizard or not, was still by and large powerless against them, most of the time.

"I have much more that I'd like to speak with you about, but I have to get back home. Are you willing to join me?"

The snake nodded, and so Harry asked him to roll on his leg, under his pants, so no one would notice. By the time he got back to Number 4 Privet Drive, the sun was going down, and Harry heard his cousin screaming for ice cream from his parents. That was a big problem, as Harry knew the Dursleys wouldn't tolerate him coming home after Dudley. When he entered the house, he almost immediately found himself confronted by aunt Petunia with an enraged expression on her long and dour face.

"Where have you been, you little freak? How dare you come home so late? And how did you get your pants all scuffed up again? You're costing us a lot of money, you stupid child."

Harry already knew he was going to be in a lot of trouble as soon as his aunt bent down to dust off his pants. As soon as she sensed the snake, and pulled the pants up to see what it was, and she released an echoing scream.

"VERNON, THE FREAK BROUGHT A MONSTER INTO THE HOUSE!"

The living room's door was slammed open, and uncle Vernon's red face appeared, which immediately made an angry scowl as soon as he saw Harry. When he saw the snake, he ran to get his rifle to beat him to death.

"Let him live. He's a talking snake!" Harry protested, but he regretted it almost immediately.

The Dursleys hated only one thing more than asking questions. And that was if he was talking about something abnormal, or acting strangely. Predictably, he was proven right in his predictions.

"I'LL TEACH YOU TO SPEW SUCH NONSENSE, YOU STUPID BOY!" - Uncle Vernon screamed with an angry red face, then grabbed Harry and dragged him into his cupboard and locked the door.

For the next half hour, Harry was lying in the closet listening to Uncle Vernon try to hit the snake on it head. That would have been a lot of fun if he didn't want to talk to the creature again. The thought of him being a wizard started him daydreaming. He's going to conjure up a house for himself, a car, a television, a computer, he's going to change Uncle Vernon's new Liverpool flag, which he's bought since the memorable wash for the last Liverpool flag, and...

At the best part, when he was imagining his uncle's expression, when he would see a devil with a pitchfork in the place of his beloved phoenix, he woke up to find that the uncle had managed to catch the snake, but he had to hold it with both hands so that it would not slip away, so he could not beat him to death. He locked it in a cake box, to deal with later.

Uncle Vernon then grumbled and went to bed, and Harry could hear the snake's desperate attempts to get out of the box. He felt terrible about the animal. He talked it into coming with him, so he'd be responsible for its death, which he couldn't bear. Plus, it's possible that it's the only snake in the world whom he can talk to, so after that, he wouldn't be able to talk to anyone else about being a wizard. Although he told him he could "speak the language of snakes," Harry couldn't forget the terrible possibility that he was wrong or had a bad memory. Either way, his guilt was so intense, he started crying. He had almost cried himself to sleep when he heard a huge explosion, like the house had collapsed...

Author's note: So that's the first chapter. I know it was very short, the others will be longer, but now I'd like to get some PMs and reviews about my story. Feel free to tell me what you think of it, whatever that might be. I will upload the second chapter next week.

-Revised and Edited by Darth Maccium.