Hi there it's Mauk10 here this is my first fic enjoy,

criticize, and help me improve it.

I do not own Harry Potter his world or any reincarnation thereof only the individual ideas contained in within all credit to J. K. Rowling

In the late night of October thirty first of the year 1981 a great evil fell upon the small village of Godrics Hollow. The entire magical world held their breath this night for it was

the height of the blood war. Voldemort and his death eaters have been extremely effective in their guerrilla tactics. Fighting the ministry to a bloody wreck and nearly crippling

it. However Voldemort was not going to be launching a grand attack this night at least not in the way all the magical world expected. Tonight he would destroy those that

thrice defied him and the children who the prophecy could pertain to. He had two options for whom to attack first the Potters and Longbottoms. While the Longbottoms were a

old pure blood family Frank and Alice had defied him thrice, however The Potters were an older family and Severus had a connection to Lily Potter and he could not stand to

see a mugle born have any sway on one of his most loyal. The Potters residence therefore received his first visit James fell to extraordinary amounts of spell fire while telling

Lily to run with Harry and leave. Voldemort making his way after Lily cast anti portkey and apparition jinxes covering the area and calmly made his way to a nursery where a

baby crying could be heard. Voldemort then took aim to kill baby Harry and his mother shielded him. Voldemort levitated the body away and readied another curse however

as it left his wand dread fell upon him in a flash of green Voldemort was gone and baby Harry lay crying with a bleeding lightning bolt shaped cut in his head.

Number four Privet Dr. Little Whinning

Harry Potter was a strange boy at least that's what his jailers thought. Harry didn't think of his only living family as family because they weren't. Family didn't force you into

servitude, starve you half to death, and most definitely did not enjoy abusing you in every way they could imagine. From the ripe old age of six Harry has done the majority of

all work around the house and was beaten within an inch of his life for it. No wonder he felt that anywhere would be better than this jail. Yes and to him it was jail every time

he tries to leave or run away he mysteriously winds up back and can't remember what happened. Lately he has become suspicious and avoids his family like the plague.

However today Harry had a feeling might be different could even be better. Harry awoke early this day and got about making breakfast and had it all set out for the awful

jailers to eat while he went about the day. Post was dropped through the mail slot he found something for himself along with bills for his uncle. Vernon hated bills and likely

would smack Harry for bringing them to him. Harry thought to him self why not put his parcel up first and then take the mail to the table at least that way he has something

to read while nursing a possibly broke jaw. Proceeding to do just that he walks by his cupboard underneath the stairs slipping the envelope in and walking to the table

depositing the mail. Vernon being in a good mood for some reason does not acknowledge Harry in the slightest so Harry retreats under the stairs to keep it that way.

Once in relative safety Harry opens the thick envelope he had never seen such paper before it was much thicker than normal. Upon reading the first line he feels something

strange coming over him and in the back of his mind he knows it must be true. He has been accepted to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. He Harry James Potter

was a wizard. This new fact explained so much to him how quickly he healed the strange things that would happen trying to get out of danger. He knew it must be true the

minute he read it and at first he was angry wanting to make his jailers tell him why they never told him but then he thought better he shouldn't let them know he knows. Who

could tell what extremes they would possibly go to to keep that secret. Accepting that he is a wizard and that somehow he must find a way to get the items from the list his

books, robes, cauldron, and ingredients being a few things he starts to try to imagine where he could go and plans on how to get there. Throughout the day his new mission

is all that is on his mind.

During the night he dreams of a magical alley accessible by a shady bar and in back a brick wall with specific bricks to be touched. When Harry wakes the next day he

remembers the dream in full and is flabbergasted by the depth of what he remembers and the magic he witnessed goblins, shops, and magical. Harry knows this place must

exist and he must get there. During the day he scavenges the house for any change in the cushions or under the couch anything he could hide away in his stash under a

floorboard to take a bus. The next week is grueling he doesn't complain or pull any more attention to himself than necessary. Finally he has saved enough for his adventure to

London to find the alley he knows he will be fine if he gets that far.

August 5 1992 London England

Harry Potter made his way off the bus at the bus stop he remembered near the bar he saw in the dream. Harry had only a few pounds left in his pocket and doubted he could

afford his supplies. However having made it this far must mean something he makes his way to the bar the name on a hard to read sign reading the Leaky Cauldron. Once

inside he went straight to the back exit just as in the dream and found the brick wall separating him from the alley. Halfway through the pass to get in it opened wide and

Harry was nearly flung to the ground as a giant of a man with a wild mane of hair came through the opening carrying a pink umbrella. However the man came up short saying

"Harry is that you. I was supposed to come and get you at the end of the month, but it seems you found your own way here. Oh my I haven't told you who I am yet have I

Harry I'm Hagrid Keeper O' Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I'm at your service Harry have you been to your vault yet if not I'll take you and

show you around the place." Within moments Harry was walking with the giant amazed that he knew who he was. Harry asked "well Hagrid how do you know me. " Hagrid

then replied well I knew your parents and I dropped you off with Dumbledore the night he left you with your relatives." Harry looked at Hagrid and said "don't ever refer to

them as my family they never have been or ever will be my family." Hagrid looked at Harry with concern in his eyes wanting to ask what had happened to cause him to say

such a thing. However Hagrid decided to let Harry be for Harry did not seem to want to continue that conversation.

Shortly after Harry and Hagrid made it to Gringots the Goblin bank of wizarding Britain. Hagrid told Harry to go to a teller and present himself and his name and ask to speak

to his account manager. Harry did as instructed and found a teller who was empty when the goblin asked can I help you Harry replied " I am Harry James Potter and would

like to speak with my account manager." The goblin hearing this rang a bell calling for the head teller. When the head teller got there there was a quite discussion between

goblins and the head teller waved Harry to follow. Harry followed the head teller who asked "do you have your key?" Harry replied I have no key. The goblin said alright we

will have to do a blood test as well when we reach your account manager. A few minutes later they arrived at a door labeled RipClaw and the head teller knocked announcing

Harry James Potter to see you or so they claim.