1st May 1990

To say Harry Potter was an unusual boy, would be a lot like saying the sky was blue. What made him unusual, however, were not the things that most people would notice. It wasn't the fact that he kept sneaking off to Self-defense classes since he was 5 (not that they taught him anything besides how to get out of a fight), or that he was quite skinny for his age, or that he wore clothes several sizes more than what would fit him.

It wasn't even the fact that he had a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead that stretched down over his eye and spilled onto his cheek.

What made him unusual, however, was the fact that he had superpowers.

Yeah, that's right. Harry Potter, the quiet, cold, sometimes rude kid had superpowers. He wasn't sure what else he should call them. They were quite similar to how Luke Skywalker used The Force. The most prominent example would be that one time Harry had fallen off the roof when Vernon (Harry refused to call that bastard Uncle) had told him to fix the roof.

At that point he didn't care about living or dying. Both had an appeal of sorts to him. He wanted to live long enough to finally be free. Free of his 'Family' who seemed to enjoy making his life a living hell. Hitting, tormenting and starving him at every opportune moment and making him work like a fucking slave. He was tired of it. Which was why he wouldn't mind dying.

Harry still didn't know what happened. He knew he'd slipped and fallen off the top of the house. He only remembered willing, asking, begging the "power" to help him, to save him, anything, because the only thing that would happen when he would hit the ground from that height was that he'd break a lot of bones. He hadn't used his power like that before, he wasn't even sure it would work. Much to his surprise his "Power" responded. He felt a Tingly sensation all over his body. He still remembered it. It was beautiful.

Next thing he knew he bounced off the ground and landed with a thud and zero injuries. Which was also when the Tingly sensation went away, much to his disappointment.

So... yeah. SUPERPOWERS!!!

He could make things float, he could summon things to him, he could fall from heights without so much as a scratch as long as he focused enough. He could even heal faster than everyone else, which was a blessing when he'd get beaten up by Vernon. Though he had no real control over that ability.

There were also other things he had no control over. Like, for example, he could teleport. That had only happened once though. He was being chased by his cousin and his group of thugs when suddenly he was on the school roof. There had been no Tingle this time. There was also the time when he'd turned his teacher's wig blue. He hadn't meant to do it. It just... Happened. She didn't know who did it. But Vernon did. And the whipping he'd received was horrible.

He could also, as of four months ago, produce a blue fire. One that didn't burn him. It wasn't easy to control, but Harry had learnt to do it. He'd been freezing his arse off in the cupboard and he knew better than to ask for a blanket. So he focused on his power and tried to get something that could keep him warm. Much to his surprise and horror, a blue fire had lit in his hand. It didn't burn him, and it was warm. Which was why he didn't freeze another day. Since then he'd always try to control the fire. Make it move a little, spread, extinguish, that type of thing.

Which was what he was doing right now, watching the fire as it curled around his arm. He was also lost in his own thoughts. He'd be in for a beating or a whipping tonight. He just knew it. It didn't matter that Harry was acting in self-defence. He had broken Dudley's nose.

Dudley and his Thugs were chasing him, again. It was a game of theirs. 'Harry Hunting' the little shits had dubbed it. He always got out of it unscathed, his self-defence classes played a big part in it. But this time he'd been cornered. He couldn't use his powers in front of his bullies so he decided to fight them. He didn't know how to fight exactly, but he knew how to throw a punch, he had watched from the flap in his cupboard when Vernon was showing Dudley how to do so, and whenever his tormentors left the house, Harry would have a go at the punching bag.

So, when Dudley got close, Harry balled his fist, reared it back and hit Dudley square in the face. Dudley was on the ground, clutching his nose, but Harry had no sympathy for him. Dudley's thugs were long gone at that point. Petunia had come soon after and had taken her precious 'Duddykins' to the hospital. Harry had returned straight to Number 4 Privet Drive. She would probably tell Vernon whenever she returned and he would lose his shit. Harry could use his powers to defend himself, he thought, but he'd be hunted down and killed, or maybe burned at the stake like the witches in the 17th century.

Just as he finished that thought, the doorbell rang, twice. He heard Vernon, who was at home today for some reason, walk, or rather, waddle towards the door. He heard the door open and knew that there was a man outside. Probably some client of Vernon's, he thought as he extinguished the fire around his arm.

Harry heard the door click shut and two sets of footsteps making their way into the sitting room. He didn't dare open the flap in the cupboard right now. That was just a recipe for disaster.

A moment passed then he heard Vernon's screaming voice. The other man had probably done/said something to piss him off. Harry could imagine Vernon's face right now, bright red with a vein throbbing in his forehead that Harry was sure would just burst any moment. Vernon was swearing a lot too. Harry didn't know what half the words meant. But they sounded like they shouldn't be used in public. Not that it would stop Harry from doing just that.

A few moments passed, he could hear their voices, but not the words. Soon, he heard Vernon's footsteps and the click of the lock on his cupboard. Sure enough, the door to his cupboard opened.

"Come out and follow me Boy" Vernon barked at him. That was nothing new. In fact, Harry hadn't known his name wasn't 'Boy' till he started school.

Harry didn't respond, just obediently followed Vernon. They made their way into the sitting room where Harry caught sight of the man that had caused Vernon to explode in anger.

The man was considerably older than what Harry was expecting. His long white hair came down to his shoulders and he had a long white beard that almost reached the man's midsection. He was wearing half-moon spectacles and had blue eyes that seemed to twinkle, but Harry was sure that was just a trick of the light. He was wearing an expensive looking blue suit and trousers, the kind that would normally cause Vernon to be fawning over whoever was wearing it.

"Here he is" Vernon said in a rude tone.

"Thank you" The man said, with an obviously forced smile. "May I speak with him alone?"

Harry internally winced, no one made such requests of Vernon, especially not in his house. But Vernon just grunted "Don't mess with anything" and stalked off, probably to the kitchen. Now that Harry thought about it the man did give off a sort of... calming presence.

The man looked at him with his twinkling blue eyes, as Harry made his way to the armchair on the man's left. Whatever the man found, it caused his features to morph into a concerned frown for just the barest of moments before he spoke.

"Hello" The man said in a soft voice "You must be Harry?"

Harry was quite surprised at his tone. No one spoke to him politely, they either ignored him or were rude to him. The former Harry didn't mind as much "I am" he finally said.

The man smiled at him. "It's good to meet you, Harry. I am Professor Albus Dumbledore"

"Professor?" Harry repeated. "Like... From a university?"

"No. Not a university" Dumbledore told him. "I am the Headmaster at a school called Hogwarts. We teach young witches and wizards, Magic."

Harry sighed. This was probably another one of Dudley's tasteless pranks. This man was probably homeless and Dudley had given him some money to play the role of a Headmaster. But.. didn't Harry himself have powers? And "Magic" would be a good way to describe all of it... Still, he decided to proceed cautiously.

"You expect me to believe magic is real? Just like that?" he asked the Headmaster.

Dumbledore chuckled this time "Of course not! Why, even I would ask for proof if some random old man came into my home and told me Magic is real" As he finished his sentence he reached into the pockets of his suit and drew a long, slender stick.

"This is a wand" he said, gesturing toward the stick. "Most witches and wizards use it to perform Magic. Let me show you" With slow deliberate movements he swished his stick- wand, Harry reminded himself- and flicked it at the table and said "Wingardium Leviosa"

To Harry's surprise and relief, the table actually started to float. Dumbledore waved his wand and the table started to move in the air accordingly. Finally, Dumbledore made the table settle back in its original position and looked at him.

But Harry wasn't paying attention. He was alternating between looking at his hands and the table. Finally, finally!! He had answers. He had finally found someone else who could do the things he could. And from the sounds of it there were more people who could do it too. There had to be, if there was a school of Magic.

"I can do Magic" Harry whispered, mostly to himself.

But Dumbledore apparently heard him anyway because he said "Yes, you will learn to do Magic at Hogwarts"

Harry had a quick internal debate with himself. Should he tell this strange old man/wizard about his powers? Surely they wouldn't burn him at the stake or something, right? On one hand, there was an advantage in keeping them to himself. It'd served him well so far, after all. But, on the other hand, this man was a Headmaster at a school of Magic. If anyone could help him understand, or even, further develop these powers, it would be him. Or someone he knew. He hadn't had much luck with adults so far, but Professor Dumbledore seemed different, trustworthy. And he'd been kind to Harry so far, which was more than what he could say about the others.

Decision made, he looked at Dumbledore and said "Actually, sir, I think I can do Magic already. At least some. Strange things happen around me sometimes too, and-"

"That would be Accidental Magic, Harry" Dumbledore interrupted him. "Sometimes when a magical child gets too angry, or scared, or even, happy sometimes, they release a wave of magical energy. What this energy can do is completely unpredictable. Something may break, or you may change the nature or color of something, or you may even cause a priceless artifact to blow up. Almost anything is possible. But the child has no control over it"

That actually explained the teleportation and color changing incident. But not all of it. He had control over the rest. That wasn't accidental.

"No, that wasn't what I meant. Look" he said, deciding to show the Headmaster instead. He lifted his hand in the direction of the table and concentrated on the heat near his belly. He focused on the table and immediately felt the familiar tingles in his arm.

The table started rising, this time because of Harry, who missed seeing Dumbledore's jaw drop becuase his attention was on the table. Harry made the table movie in the air like Dumbledore had- though much less gracefully- and slowly let it fall to the ground.

In the future years, Harry would take a large amount of fully deserved pride in the fact that he'd been able to stun Albus Dumbledore into silence at the tender age of ten. Now, however, he started growing a little uncomfortable as Dumbledore was alternating his gaze between him and the table with a look of unabashed awe and utter shock.

"Marvelous" Dumbledore finally breathed.

"What?" Harry asked. He was half expecting Dumbledore to stand up and start calling him names.

"This level of control over one's magic before starting at a Magical School is... practically unheard of. Had I not seen it myself, I never would have believed it to be true. Suffice it to say, that we can expect great things from you"

The Headmaster's words gave him a feeling of pride in himself. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but not unwelcome. Huh, maybe there was hope for him yet.

All of that, however, did not stop him going tomato red in the face and simply muttering a weak "Thank you sir"

Dumbledore thankfully decided to change the topic. He reached into his suit and drew an envelope and handed it to him. "This is your Hogwarts acceptance letter. Every magical child in British gets one, and I did not wish to deprive you of the experience"

The envelope was made out of a quite... posh material. There was no other word for it. It felt great in his hands and it was with a bit of regret that he broke the seal and opened the envelope and slowly took out the letter. It had an emblem on the top which he correctly assumed to be the Hogwarts crest. The crest had a lion, a snake, an eagle and lastly a badger on it. There was also some sort of motto written in, probably, latin: Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus.

He didn't know what that meant but he decided to read through the letter anyway.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Supreme Mugwump of the ICW, Chief Warlock on the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall.

Deputy Headmistress

He took the second page/booklist in his hand and began to read.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First Years will require:

3 sets of plain work robes (black).

1 pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar).

1 Winter Cloak (black)

COURSE BOOKS:

All students should have, at least, one copy of the following course books

The Standard Book of Spells (Year 1) by Miranda Goshawk.

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot.

Magical Theory by Albert Waffling.

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch.

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllidia Spore.

Magical Draughts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander.

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble.

OTHER EQUIPMENT:

1 wand.

1 cauldron (pewter standard size, 2).

1 set glass or crystal phials.

1 telescope.

1 set brass scales.

1 broom (optional).

STUDENTS MAY ALSO BRING EITHER A CAT, A TOAD, OR AN OWL.

Harry put the letter aside and asked Dumbledore the first question that came into his mind. "Where would we get all this?"

Dumbledore simply smiled and said "We will not be able to get your supply at a muggle store so we must venture to a place called Diagon Alley. It is a magical shopping center of sorts" Harry reckoned he must have had a question on his face because Dumbledore held up a hand and said "Muggle means non-magical"

Harry nodded, satisfied. "When do we leave?" he asked, eager to get the hell out this shit hole

"We may leave now if you wish. But it is rather late-"

"That's no problem. Really" Harry added, when Dumbledore didn't seem convinced.

Eventually, Dumbledore nodded and stood up "I shall speak to your Uncle. You go and change. I will take you to Diagon Alley. I will not, however be able to accompany you, I am a running a bit behind schedule and if the people see the two of us together, we will hardly get a moment to ourselves"

Harry frowned. Why would they not get a moment to themselves? He understood that Dumbledore had things to do, he was the Headmaster after all. But surely he wasn't a celebrity for that, right?

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Hm? Oh yes, well.. You see Harry, you are very, er... famous in our world" Dumbledore said.

"Famous?" Harry repeated. "What on earth for?" Try as he might, he couldn't come up with an answer for it. What could he possibly be famous for?

Dumbledore sat down again. "Harry... you probably know, that among muggles there are bad people and good people, yes?"

Harry nodded. Of course he knew, he bloody lived with one.

Dumbledore nodded too. "Us witches and wizards are no exception to this. Almost 10 years ago now, there was one wizard who went as bad as one possibly could. Not many know this but his name was Tom Riddle. Though he was known around Britain by a different name, Lord Voldemort. Those were dark times, Harry. Everyone was scared of him, and rightly so" He looked out of the window, seemingly lost in memories, a pained expression on his face.

"He created a curse, A curse that could kill someone with just a single hit and he used it frequently. There was no counter or defense for it, there still isn't one. There was an organization of people that fought against him and his followers- the Death Eaters. But we were losing. Horribly. The war ended on Halloween, 1980. The night Voldemort decided to attack the Potter family"

Harry, who had been listening attentively, paled, when he heard the last sentence. "Wait, what!?"

"Have you ever wondered how you got that scar of yours?" Dumbledore asked, pointing at that very scar.

"I got it in a car crash" Harry answered automatically. Petunia had told him so when he'd asked what had happened to his parents. "The same one my parents died in"

Dumbledore blinked. "What do you know about your parents, Harry?" he asked him slowly.

"Not much. Vernon and Petunia don't speak of them. They only told me that they were drunks and got themselves killed in a car crash. Which is how..." Harry trailed off when he saw the absolutely Livid look on Dumbledore's face. Gone was any trace of the kindly old man. Harry had been doubtful when Dumbledore told him he'd fought in a war. Now... he had no trouble believing so. And he couldn't help but feel like he'd royally screwed up somehow.

Seeing the look on Harry's face, Dumbledore rather violently started and took a few deep breaths. After a while he shook himself and apologized.

"It's okay sir" Harry responded.

Dumbledore gave him a small smile "No. It is not. But thanks for lying"

Harry's lips twitched. Oh well, at least he'd tried.

"I apologize, Harry" he said again. He held up a hand when Harry opened his mouth to interrupt. "I mean it. I should not have lost my temper like that. But your parents and I were... quite close. And hearing your Aunt spread such lies about them set me off quite a bit"

Harry gaped at him for a solid ten seconds. "You knew my parents?"

Dumbledore smiled a small, sad smile. "Oh yes. They were two of my favorite students. Yes, they were Magical. Both of them. Your father, James came from an old Magical family. Your mother, Lily was a witch born to a muggle family. And, as I said before, they were also good friends of mine, Harry."

Harry was still staring at him in shock. This was the most anyone had ever told him about his parents. James and Lily. He had his Dad's name as his middle name. And they were Magical!!? That meant he probably got his powers from them. The thought gave him a bit of a weird, warm feeling. He didn't know what it was, but he liked it. Oh, he liked it very much.

"I see we've managed to get off track" Dumbledore said. Harry blinked, he'd almost forgotten their previous topic. "So, long story short: Voldemort attacked your old home, your father lost his life fighting the Dark Lord. Your mother lost hers trying to protect you. But somehow, you survived Voldemort's Killing Curse, Harry. You survived, and Lord Voldemort died. No one knows how. No one knows what happened that night, save Tom, not even me. But that is why you are famous, Harry. You vanquished Lord Voldemort. You survived the Killing Curse. You are the 'Boy-Who-Lived'" He drew quotation marks with his fingers.

Harry was not expecting this. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but this wasn't it. He'd 'destroyed' a Dark Wizard as a 6 month old baby? That didn't even make sense. How was that even possible? This Voldemort bloke had invented a curse that could kill people with a single hit. How could he possibly lose to a baby?

He was vaguely aware of Dumbledore calling his name, but he couldn't bring himself to respond until Dumbledore shook him by the shoulder.

"Harry!"

The boy in question blinked rapidly and shook himself. "What?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah"

Dumbledore didn't look convinced so Harry tried to change the subject.

"So, when are we leaving?"

Dumbledore's brows furrowed in concern, "Perhaps you should take a day to rest and think about everything-"

"No!" Harry interrupted him quickly.

"Harry-" Dumbledore tried.

"No. I'm fine, trust me, I want to go to Diagon Alley" Full disclosure, Harry wasn't fine. In fact, he was anything but fine. Dumbledore probably knew that too. But Petunia would be back soon. And so would Dudley, who would happily tell Vernon that Harry had broken his nose

Dumbledore looked at him for a long moment. Harry considered trying to use puppy dog eyes but he didn't know how to go about it. Besides something told him Dumbledore would be good at detecting lies. Finally, Dumbledore sighed.

"Very well. I have spoken to a friend of mine who has agreed to show you around Diagon Alley. I will take you to meet him and then the two of you can have a look around. I have also spoken to your Uncle. He didn't take the news well. But I have been known to talk my way out of certain situations"

Harry smiled at the last one and said "So... We can go?"

Dumbledore nodded. Harry shot out of his seat and made his way to the front door, aware of Dumbledore chuckling at his antics, even though, he didn't know the true reason behind them.

Dumbledore led Harry towards the Park at the edge of town. This was Harry's usual stomping ground, so to speak. It was abandoned and pretty much no one came here. And therefore it was perfect for him.

Dumbledore stopped and looked around, as usual there was no one there. Eventually, he offered Harry his arm and Harry took it.

"Hold on tight. This will be extremely uncomfortable" Dumbledore advised. When Harry complied, he spun on his heel and Harry felt as though he was being squezed through a very tight pipe of sorts. He closed his eyes to prevent him from throwing up.

Eventually his feet hit land. He would have fallen if he hadn't been holding Dumbledore's arm. When he finally opened his eyes, he knew he wasn't in Surrey anymore.

A/N: So, yeah, I've decided to continue this fic (Obviously, heh). Sorry if this is long, but I wanted to outline Harry's character a bit. The self-defence class seems like a stretch, I know but I myself have been to one (It was free so I didn't see why not) and ducking, rolling and dodging was basically what they taught the younger kids.

If you couldn't tell, this fic has a good Dumbledore. He's not evil. He may be a little manipulative but he's not the type that would play chess with someone's life.

This fic will also not have bashing of any kind.

Thanks for reading!! Again, leave a review please.

Byee!!