This is my first Harry potter fanfiction
this will follow the books/movie a bit
i do not own Harry potter, that right belongs to the wonderful JK Rolling.
Chapter one
Everyone thought they knew Harry potter's story. He was born to James and lily potter. When he was just over a year old, they were attacked by the dark wizard Voldemort. Lily and James lost their lives while the only son survived; no one knows how. Harry now lives with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. They don't like him. in fact, they hate him. Whenever they get a chance, they yell at him or hit him. They make him do all the chores. One night, things would take a dark turn.
Vernon came home from work that night in a horrible mood. His company lost a huge deal that would have made him a lot of money. Petunia knew her husband had a bad day, so she fixed his favorite drink: Gin and Tonic. Vernon took the glass with a smile; his wife knew him well. After 6-7 drinks, he was drunk. Petunia took Dudley, their four years old, to the movies so he didn't see his father drunk. After a bit, Vernon yelled for his 4-year-old nephew, Harry.
Harry was small, even for a four-year-old. He has jet black hair that could never be brushed or appropriately combed; it was always a mess. The Dursley never gave clothes that fix so he would wear Dudley cast off or clothes he didn't want. The problem was Dudley was fat whereas harry was quite skinny. The clothes must be pinned or tied to stay on. The only good thing about his clothing was they hid the burse he would receive from his family. Even at the age of 4, harry knew to keep his mouth shut.
Harry walked into the living room and asks his uncle what he needs in a very polite but undeveloped tone. Harry could talk but only knew a few words; he was behind in development due to the abuse. Despite that, Harry was brilliant. He only played dumb to protect himself, what little it did. Vernon stares in a drunken haze at his nephew. Even though Harry was respectful, Vernon still got mad. Mad and alcohol were not a mix. Vernon immediately got up and drunkenly walked over to harry only to start hitting him. he flung harry across the room, hitting a wall. Vernon began kicking and punching the small boy. Harry wouldn't cry out. He knew it didn't do any good. He just prayed it would be over soon. After a bit, Vernon got tired and threw harry into his room, a cupboard under the stairs.
There Harry tries to access his injuries. Harry knew he had at least one black eye, but he could tell it was hard to breathe. Vernon must have broken a rib that went into his lung. Harry hoped for death to free him from this hell and taking to his mommy and daddy. All he knew was they died. Petunia tried to tell him they were killed in a car accident where his father had been drinking, but Harry knew that was a lie. Why would his aunt allow his uncle to drink so much if his father was drunk?
Suddenly a bright light came into his room. A dark figure appears before him. "Are you an angel? Can you take me to mommy and daddy?" He asked hopefully. The figure smile sadly. "I am sorry, little one, but it's not your time yet." The figure, who Harry could tell by her voice was female, said as she waved her hand over him. all his injuries healed instantly. "I can do this. From this day on, you will not be physically harmed by those muggles again. We will meet again." she said before giving a kiss on his forehead and leaving. Harry passed out shortly after, wondering who she was.
The following day Petunia opened the door excepting to see a dead child, but Harry sat up and walked out to do his chores. None of the Dursley family could touch Harry for the rest of the day, so they yelled at him. This verbal abuse continued for several years until Harry got his Hogwarts letter, learned the truth about his parents, and went to school in the wizarding world.