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Chapter 1

Troubles and Fleeing

A.N.: This is my first foray into fan fiction, I got more typed, and the actually history of the so called weapons aren't mentioned till later. This will be a HHr ship, with mentioning of HG. This starts off just before the summer before his first year.

Harry was awoken by the sound of his Aunt banging on the cupboard door and saying something about making breakfast. Opening his eyes slowly, he spotted a spider that was a resident to his cupboard. After staring at it for a few seconds, Harry quickly got dressed and rushed into the kitchen to take over cooking from his Aunt Petunia.

"Finally you get in here, you worthless brat," said Aunt Petunia as she left to wake up her son.

Starting his cooking with bacon, Harry let his mind wander to school, where he was about to go after a long weekend. Almost every weekend his relatives found some way to punish him for some weird occurrence his cousin, Dudley, would mention to them. This weekend he was punched in the gut and thrown into the cupboard under the stairs, where he stayed for the whole weekend.

Heavy foot falls sounded from the stairs signaling the arrival his relatives for breakfast. Breakfast involved Harry's Uncle and cousin eating a lot of food, his Aunt eating a small serving, and Harry was stuck with the table scraps. After breakfast Harry had to run, with his rucksack, which he kept hidden in a bush outside, from the Dursley's house to his school to keep away from Dudley's gang.

School for Harry, was going normal like every other day. He usually had to dumb down his work so Dudley looked smarter and so that he wouldn't get punished. Today wasn't going to be a normal day, for half-way through his third class, math, it was his favorite class, when his teacher was called out to talk to the principle. When she came back into the room she was accompanied by a girl that looked around their age.

"Class, this is Hermione Granger, a new student to the school system. Help her get use to the environment and try not to pick on her," said the teacher as she pointed to an empty desk that happened to be beside Harry.

"Please don't let her talk to me," whispered Harry to himself as Hermione approached the desk. Luckily for him, Hermione just sat down, took notes, and answered some of the hard questions that Harry was afraid to answer. Other than answering the teacher's questions, Hermione was quiet.

After class was over, it was time for lunch. Lunch was Harry's favorite time of the day at school, because he got left alone and he could eat more than at the Dursley's house. It was going great until someone sat down right next to him; he didn't look since he knew bad things were going to come from Dudley and his gang. Harry knew it was only a matter of minutes before Dudley, he and whoever was sitting beside him were involved in some kind of conflict. If it wasn't bad enough, the person wanted to talk to him.

"Hey, why are you sitting over here by yourself?" asked a female voice. Harry's head snapped up fast, only to find out it was the new student, Hermione.

"Just go sit with someone else, before you get hurt by sitting with me," said Harry, while he was frantically looking around.

"Maybe I don't want to go away. Maybe I want to sit here and talk to you. I don't see the big deal with me sitting here is," said Hermione. She looked at him for a second before eating some food off of her tray.

"If my cousin catches you over here, it will end badly for both of us, me more than you," said Harry, still looking around.

"What is your cousin the bully of the school?" asked Hermione with a raised eyebrow.

"He and his gang are and it's not just them, if he tells my Uncle and Aunt, I will get in trouble too," said Harry. Still looking around, Harry spotted someone in Dudley's gang, and quickly he said, "Please leave now, one of his friends is right there."

"No, I sat here and I am not going to move just because of some bully," said Hermione.

Harry quickly tried to stuff his face so he could go to his next class for the rest of lunch. He was too late for he felt a pudgy hand grip his shoulder and a voice sounding from behind him.

"I know we have told you before, freak, not to sit around anyone, but now we find you with the new girl," said Dudley.

"Just do whatever you want to me and leave her out of it Dudley," said Harry.

Dudley gripped his shoulder tighter and roughly pulled him out of the chair. The Dudley said, "We might leave her alone, matters how bore we…"



"Leave him alone you piece of lard," said Hermione as she stood up and tried to push Dudley away from Harry. Dudley just grabbed her arm and pushed her to Piers Polkins, who held her still.

"Dudley, leave her out of this," said Harry.

"I think I will, but I will not delay the pain like I was going to," said Dudley. Someone else in Dudley's gang grabbed Harry from behind and gave Dudley the perfect target to punch, his gut. Harry could hear Hermione screaming at them to stop, but his vision started to go in and out of focus with every punch. All he knew before his vision went black was that Hermione had stop screaming and something big hitting the floor in front of him.

When Harry woke up he found himself lying on a plastic bed. His gut hurt with a throbbing pain from where Dudley had punched him. From the posters of diseases on the wall, Harry guessed he was in the school's clinic. He sat up and looked around the room: the door to the nurse's office was ajar, two kids were waiting on the other side of the clinics glass door, and somehow Dudley was asleep on the bed beside Harry's.

"Are you awake now, Mr. Potter?" asked the nurse from her office.

"Yes, Mrs. Appleburk," replied Harry.

"Other than being sore for awhile, you are going to be alright, Mr. Potter. Your cousin just seems to be sleeping and should be awake soon. The principle also wanted me to let you know that you are suspended from school for the rest of the week. The Dursley's were called to pick you up and should be waiting at the main office," said Mrs. Appleburk from her office door.

Harry just nodded dolefully and left the clinic. He made his way to his locker to pick up his rucksack and then took the long way to the main office. Standing right outside of the office, upon his arrival, was an angry Uncle Vernon.

"Boy, you better hurry up and get out that door and into the car," said Uncle Vernon, who looked like he was trying to suppress his anger. Harry quickly ran to the Dursley's car and got in the backseat. When Uncle Vernon got in the car and proceeded to drive home, he said, "When we get home, you are to go to your cupboard. You will be there the whole week without any food."

Harry knew this kind of punishment and was now use to it. After years of having little or no food he was use to going a week or two without it. What really worried Harry was what his cousin was going to tell them about what happened today? If he did, his punishment would increase more likely than not. Knowing his cousin he would tell just to see Harry get hurt.

When Harry and his Uncle got home, Harry hid his rucksack then went straight to his cupboard and lay on his small bed. He stared at the spider on his roof as it moved, made webs, and do other spider things, After hearing his Uncle turn on the news and getting a little bored watching the spiders, Harry started to doze off.

"BOY! Get in here, NOW!" screamed Uncle Vernon, waking Harry from his slumber, Harry rushed out of the cupboard, hitting his head on the small door frame, and proceeded to the kitchen where he heard the screaming come from. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he stood rooted to his spot in front of the door, because of the scene in front of him. Dudley was crying, faking most likely, with his mother hugging him and trying to calm him down, and his father pacing back and forth with his face a dark purple.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon?" asked Harry. Uncle Vernon looked at Harry with fire in his eyes and he opened his mouth to say something but only a snarl came out. He balled up his hand into a fist, raised it above his head, and then slammed it into the countertop causing the objects on it to jump into the air. Uncle Vernon looked down at the countertop and a smile formed on his still dark colored face. Harry was worried now, for the smile he saw on his Uncle's face was more sinister than anything he had saw before.

"I should have done this a long time ago," said Uncle Vernon with just enough volume to be above a whisper. He chuckled a little before grabbing a blade that Aunt Petunia usually used for cooking, and looked darkly at Harry. He then said, "Oh, how I should've done this when you were still a baby. Now, stay there boy, while I make your stay here short."

Harry's eyes opened wide in fright while his mind still tried to work out what. As soon as his mind caught up to his body, with Uncle Vernon approaching, he turned around and ran through the door that was still open to the front door.



Vernon just laughed maniacally, and walked at a slow pace as he followed Harry. Harry looked back, saw his Uncle coming, and fumbled with the lock on the front door. When he got the door unlocked, he looked back to see his Uncle just coming through the kitchen door. Quickly opening the door, Harry ran to the bush with the rucksack hidden in it, grabbed it, and ran down the road.

"Don't you come back, BOY!" screamed Uncle Vernon from the door of his house.

Harry didn't even look back as he just kept running to the only other place he knew, his school. He knew he could stay hidden in the bushes in front of the school, since the school prided itself on appearance. By the time he reached the school the moon was high in the sky, giving him enough light to get situated behind one of the big bushes. Harry dropped the rucksack to the ground and he, himself, lay on the ground and used the rucksack as a hard pillow to sleep on.

When Harry awoke the next morning he heard a familiar voice ask, "Who was that boy getting picked on at lunch yesterday?"

"Oh, that was Harry Potter, no one gets near him because of his cousin," said someone else. Harry looked out from around the bush to see the first person was Hermione, but he didn't recognize the second person.

"Did you see the red light that wrapped around his cousin's fist on one of his last punches?" asked Hermione.

"No I didn't, might just be your imagination," said the other girl. Hermione just looked at the sky for a few seconds, and then started walking to the entrance of the school. Harry watched her enter the school, and then he retreated into the bush again. He was already deciding whether or not to talk to Hermione once school got out.

Other than taking a small nap Harry didn't have anything else to do other than to think on his decision. So when the bell rang for the end of the school day, Harry gathered his courage and emerged from the bush with his rucksack on his back. Harry kept an eye out for Dudley and his gang, to stay away from, and Hermione, to talk to. Most of the kids were gone, including Dudley, when Harry finally spotted her. She had her bushy brown hair in a ponytail, a textbook in one hand, and was walking towards a woman who looked just like her but taller, older, and had straight hair. Harry ran towards her, already thinking of the things he was going to say or ask.

He knew strange things happened to him, but this was the first person, he knew of, to see a strange thing happening instead of just the result, Memories of all the strange occurrences flashed through his head: green light, a flying motorcycle re-growing his hair after a nasty haircut, turning a teachers wig blue, and going from behind a dumpster to the top of the school in an instant. Other small things have happened, but a beating always drove them out of his mind. If these events happened to him and she could see them when others couldn't, then just by a small chance she was like him.

"Hey Hermione, how are you?" asked Harry when he caught up to her, deciding not to ask since they really didn't really know each other well enough.

"Hey Harry. I'm fine, but what are you doing here?" asked Hermione.

"Um, I kind of slept behind that big bush by the school entrance," replied Harry.

"That's just horrible, why?" asked Hermione with a different question, with a look of worry on her face.

"You see, I was chased out of my relative house, which hate me and don't want me back, and I came here, the only other place I knew," said Harry as he looked to see if his relatives were around.

"Just wait right here," said Hermione, making a decision of her own, and running to her mother before Harry could say anything. From what Harry could tell was that they were talking in a fast and hushed tones. It seemed her mother didn't want to agree to whatever Hermione asked at first, but after a few words it looked like she gave in. Being over a few seconds later, Hermione came back at a slow trot, and said, "I talked to my mother and she said you could stay with us. So, let's go."