I do not own Harry Potter, the Harry Potter universe or the charracters within. i only own a couple of name choices and the plot, mostly.

So When You Find Out …

So When You Find Out That You're a Wizard

His life had sucked so far and he was only eight. Now it seemed that it could only get better. Finding out that he'd been lied to most of his very short life was one thing. Finding out that some bad men had tried to keep him with his relatives was another. But to keep him from all of this was one thing to far in his opinion.

The week had started with him heading to school as early as possible, the longer he avoided Dudley and his friends, the more of a chance he'd get to have dinner.

Harry was short, thin (too thin for his age due to malnourishment) and an unnoticed child. Well unnoticed by everyone other than his relatives. He was their little servant boy, except he didn't get paid. They loved to hurt him emotionally, mentally and, in Dudley and, when he got really mad, uncle Vernon's case, physically. His hair was raven black and looked like a raven nested in it too. His best feature in his opinion was his eyes. They were emerald green and seemed to glow sometimes. His aunt hardly ever looked him in the eye and when she did she would look away and order him to do more chores.

Now Dudley was the complete opposite of Harry. He was blonde with small watery blue eyes. He was very large for his age, just like his father, and he was loved and doted upon by his parents. They encouraged him in his favourite games, like Harry Hunting and Harry Beating and Harry Chasing and any others that involved Harry and him getting a good beating as Vernon put it.

Dudders had found him though at first break. Of course he'd made a run for it. Piers Polkiss, a scrawny boy with a face like a rat, who happened to be Dudley's oldest friend, was soon catching up. He had headed for the bins; he planned to hide behind them until the end of break. But when he jumped behind them he felt a strange sensation, like he was being forced through a straw, and had found himself on the roof of the school. It was weird, but he chalked it up to one of those strange anomalies, maybe the wind had caught him and lifted him up he was certainly light enough for that to happen. When they got him down he was sent to the head master to explain, but the man hadn't believed him and had called his relatives in. He was sent into the waiting room while they talked.

This was when things had started to get weird. The children at his school were very mixed. More than half the school would crowd around to watch Harry being chased and beaten up. Some actually found it entertaining. Others were afraid that they'd be next if they didn't watch. There were those who were curious and then there were the ones who were too young and too horrified to move. One of the last ones was a young girl of Harry's age who had only just started school there. She was horrified that they were trying to beat up this young boy, but the reason she couldn't move was because of what the boy had just done. After watching her father do it all the time to get to work it was obvious to her that he had just apparated. That was an amazing feat of magic. She had never heard of a wizard who had apparated accidentally, at least, not one so young. And judging by his confused look, he had no idea that magic existed. She felt she had to tell him, she didn't know why, she just did. So she followed him and waited until he was alone.

When he had came out of the office she practically pounced on him. She introduced herself as Hannah Abbott. She told him to keep an open mind and explained what had happened and that he was a wizard. He wasn't inclined to believe her at first, but then he had heard a noise like a load POP! in the office. He looked through the crack in the door and saw a very old man with long, white hair and a beard to match in some really bizarre clothes. After a few words he had taken out a stick and pointed it at the headmaster. The man had said obalivite or something like that and then the headmasters face looked funny. He told the man that what had happened today had never happened and he had never seen the man. He put the stick away and had told the Dursleys that their next payment for keeping the boy, him, meek and pliable would be doubled if they made sure he was properly punished for this incident. He had said that he had to wipe the boy's mind of any sensations he had felt. He had to get out of there.

Harry had grabbed Hannah's hand and they ran. Out the door, down the corridor, turn left towards the entrance doors and freedom. Harry had dragged her down an obscured path through some woods and soon came to a park. That's where they had stopped and Harry told her his name, his full name. She had started asking all kinds of questions, and then realised he didn't know the answer. She explained that he was famous amongst wizards. She told him how his parents died, about the war, everything her parents had told her. He had cried when he learned that his parents were not the drunks his aunt and uncle told him about and that they had given their lives for him to live.

Hannah offered to take him to her parents, she said that they could help, but he had said no, he didn't want any trouble for her and her family. Instead he had asked for someone who could help him without any trouble, be that physical harm, money problems or, seeing as whom he apparently was, political trouble. She thought his best bet was the goblins (he was shocked they existed) as they were their own nation and no wizard would cross them for fear of losing their money as the goblins controlled the magical worlds wealth.

After getting the directions from Hannah (as she had been to Diagon Ally a few times with her father) he had thanked her for her help and headed for London. He hoped he would see her again someday.

On his trip he had tried using his magic for things like getting food or keeping warm, but every time he managed to make it work the bad men arrived minutes later and he had to run and hide until they had gone. He soon learned not to use it unless it was an emergency.

On his way to London he had learned something else. Some people can be very generous to street kids. He had to ask for directions to make sure he was going the right way. Some people gave him what he asked for and then moved away complaining about parents not having better control of their children. Some people gave him directions to an orphanage instead, believing him to be an orphan, they'd be right, but that didn't mean he needed to go to an orphanage. One girl he met, she seemed around sixteen, actually gave him her sandwich, saying he needed it more than she did. Now he was used to going long periods of time without food, but he still needed the stuff and he had take it where he could get it. A boy his age had taken him home and gave him some nicer clothes, when he'd tried to refuse the boy told him he had too many clothes as it was. So he dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of old trainers, but they were still better than his other pair. When the boy's older brother arrived home and heard his story, he had given him a large, baggy, black zip up jumper with a hood. Harry had thanked them for their generosity and left their home with hope that not everyone in the world was like his relatives.

He had finally arrived at Charing Cross road and began looking for the big book shop and the record shop. And there it was, 'The Leaky Cauldron'. The people around him couldn't see it, it seemed. In fact he guessed that the only reason he had noticed it is that Hannah had told him where to look. He had pulled the hood over his head and gone inside. He asked the barman to open the ally as he was meeting a friend soon and tom, as he had introduced himself, was happy to help.

As he stood on the edge of Diagon Ally he knew this was one thing to many to keep him from. In front of him was the most magical place he had ever seen. Before, there was a doubt that someone was having him on, but not anymore. As his gaze followed the ally up he saw three shops that he would like for definite. There was the ice cream shop, his mouth salivating at the thought, he was an eight year old, what eight year old doesn't like ice cream. Then there was the owl store, he was fascinated by owls, he loved them, and he definitely wanted one as a pet. And then there was the book store, he liked to read, but couldn't do as much of it as he wanted thanks to the Dursleys.

And then he saw what Hannah had told him was Gringotts. The tall white marble building was at the top of the ally. He moved through the crowd, passed all the stores and walked up the steps. He walked through the first doors and then stopped. In front of him were two short creatures each with a sword at their waist and a spear that was taller than him, and he was taller than them. He looked at the door and read the poem. He was only slightly confused. He didn't understand all of the words, but he did understand the basic meaning. If you tried to rob Gringotts, you wouldn't leave the building alive.

He took a deep breath and stood through the doors with purpose. He walked up to a free teller and took another breath.

"I'm in trouble and I was told you could help." The goblin behind the desk looked over the counter at the boy. He looked around for any adults near by and assumed the kid was lost.

"And what, pray tell, can I help you with child." The only wizards goblins were nice to were respectful ones and children. The first type was self explanatory. The children because most were too young to be insulting and, well, it wouldn't do to scare off future clients.

"My name is Harry Potter, I'm eight years old and whenever I use magic the bad men come."

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