Not my child, please not Harry!
Step aside foolish girl!
Do not fear me child, you shall be marked by me.
Please kill me instead spare him!
If you will not see reason, then join your husband.
Do not fear, I will protect you child.
AVADA KEDAVRA!
"OWWW"
Harry rubbed his head as it throbbed with pain. He had just been having a dream, the dream, before shooting up and hitting his head. It was not that hard when you lived in a cupboard under the stairs to hurt yourself while waking up in the morning. The fact that the bright green light at the end of his dream had startled him was not something new, as it always happened when he had the dream.
As his head cleared, he found himself looking around. He did not know what time it was with the lack of a clock in his room. No light was peeking through the small slots on his cupboard door, so he assumed that his family was not awake yet.
The Dursley's were what everyone considered a normal family. They kept their garden well-trimmed, their car well cleaned, and their son well fed. Perhaps a little too well fed if his physique was anything to go by. Nothing strange every happened when the family was about, nothing strange at all. Of course, many people knew about Harry, but he was not allowed to go out with the rest of the family. They couldn't very well have him go around and ruin their hard earned reputation.
No, no one really paid much mind to the Scrawny under fed Harry Potter. No one ever took the time to look at his clothes that were too big, his glasses that were broken, or his injuries that would from time to time appear on his body. Harry had spent many of his early years with his family crying about how unfair it was, not knowing why he was cursed with this existence. Now that he was older, he had learned to just accept it.
There was still a foolish part of him that wished someone would find him, that someone would care enough about him to ask questions. It was wishful thinking, and he knew it would never happen, but he could still hope from time to time.
The familiar fat stomps of his uncle suddenly echoed through the cupboard and Harry knew his family was awake. It did not really make a difference though. He was locked in here and would be for a while. Ever since that incident at the zoo on Dudley's birthday he had been in here without much food or water. As if on que, his stomach growled loudly, and he had to put a hand over it. The only good thing about being locked up was that he did not have to do chores.
With a heavy sigh he laid back down on his bed and tried to think of something positive. Maybe he could count down the days until he was out of the Dursley's house, that was always a pleasant thought.
"Boy! Get the mail!"
"Make Dudley do it."
"Dudley! Whack him with your stick, get some practice in."
That sure motivated Harry because he was off to the front door before Dudley could even think about if he wanted to make the effort to get up. He had finally been let free from his cupboard, but he assumed it was only because the Dursley's missed using him as free labor. It was a sad thought, but it did not surprise him.
What did surprise the green eyed boy was one letter in particular that was with the rest of the mail. It was addressed to him; it couldn't be to anyone else with how specific it was. The front of it had the cupboard under the stairs, how would someone know about that,
"I bet it's a prank from Dudley, probably has something gross inside." That had to be it. No one out there could know that he lived under the stairs. The more he thought about it, the more likely he found it that his aunt and uncle probably were in on it too. It was just something they would do, try to prank him just shortly after he had escaped his cupboard.
But as he stood there and looked down at the strange letter, a feeling crept up on him. It was one that he had never felt before. A small shiver went down his spine as he looked at the words on the front of the letter. He did not hear any words, none at all, but instead a thought that was his own but felt off popped into his mind.
"Hide it, quickly."
"What are you doing out there boy!? Bring the blasted mail in already!"
Before Harry even knew what he was doing, his small hands quickly tucked the letter into his baggy clothes. He had to hide it, he did not know why, but he just had to hide it. After doing so he quickly made his way back to the kitchen and handed the remaining letters to his uncle, who did not seem pleased with how long It took.
"Might have kept the boy locked up a little too long Petunia darling, I think he's losing it." Harry's Aunt, who was in the middle of reading some sort of fashion magazine, glared over towards him with a look of mild anger on her face. "Nothing a few more chores won't fix. I want you to dust the house and work on the backyard today, do you understand?"
Harry knew there was only one appropriate response, so he quickly swallowed whatever argument he wanted to give and nodded his head. "Yes, aunt Petunia."
That is how Harry found himself back to work once again around the house. It was exhausting and boring, two of the worst attributes any work could have, and Harry hated it. At some points during the day, he almost wondered if he should have argued with his aunt. It would have meant possibly going back into the cupboard for more days and nights, but it would get him out of work. In the end Harry decided work was worth it. If he was locked in the cupboard, it would mean even less food and water than he normally received, which already was dangerously low.
It was not until Harry was finished with the days chores and returned to his cupboard that he remembered what he was carrying on him. He was almost shocked that the letter had not fallen out at some point in the day and earned him a beating. He carefully picked it up once again and sat down on his small bed.
"Should I open it? If it is a prank like I thought earlier, I really don't want to. Who would even be writing to me? Who would know about this room?" Those thought plagued his mind as he sat and stared at the letter for another few minutes. Soon however another thought was creeping into his head.
"What if it is not a prank, what if its someone who knew my parents? Maybe an old family friend? Maybe someone who could get me out of this place…" That was a thought he was desperate to shake out of his head, it was ridiculous thinking. He had long ago accepted he would be stuck here until he was an adult.
No matter how hard he tried it would not leave his mind. That small sliver of hope, that small chance.
That's why with trembling hands, he tore open the letter.
Finally, he had it, after all this time of searching. Who would have ever thought the old wand makers tales and brags were actually true? He had just assumed the man had been making up stories to attract people to his shop. But now he had it in his hands, and the power vibrating through it was immense.
He looked down at the man on the floor, he had stunned him as soon as he had come running into the room. How foolish could the man have been? Did he really think his rumors would not lead to this happening? The man should consider himself lucky that he had no plans on killing him, others would have done it no doubt. But he knew it was not necessary, and he wouldn't kill the man for being a fool.
He could feel a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he brought the wand up to his face. "With you, Europe, and then the world, will have its revolution."
The sound of other footsteps coming upstairs interrupted his words of victory. Eager to not make any mistakes he quickly pocketed the wand and jumped through the window he had used to enter. Fog began to cloud his vision as a voice breached his mind to speak not to him, but the observer that was watching through his eyes.
"He was certainly worthy to wield one piece of the puzzle, but he was a fool to think he would wield them all."
With a sharp gasp Harry awoke and once again hit his head on the roof of the cupboard. He quickly rubbed the top of his head to try to make the pain go away as he thought of the dream he had just had. It was nothing like the dreams he used to have, but it was awfully like the ones he had been having since he opened the letter.
The letter. He still could not wrap his head around anything in it. When he first read through it he wanted to laugh and crumple it up. He was sure it was a prank from the Dursley's at that point. Witchcraft? Wizardry? It all was so ridiculous. In fact, as soon as he finished reading it he had simply put it under one of the few books he owned in his small room then proceeded to fall asleep for the night. That is when he had the first dream. It was strange, it was like he was watching someone's memories through their eyes. The first night's dream was foggy to him now and he couldn't remember much of it anymore. All he remembered was at points being under something. Maybe a blanket?
That had been the first day. It had now been four days since he had read the letter and he had now had three more similar dreams. Each one was from the eyes of someone else, but they were all hazy to him. He could remember a few key words or details that would pop out to him, but nothing more. One theme that was clearly present in all the dreams, however, was magic. He could remember hearing the term or thinking the term wizard as he went through his dreams. Tonight's dream was no different, though he already found himself forgetting details.
His thoughts were quickly cut off though as his aunt pounded on his door demanding he get up. He didn't even bother to get changed, as he slept in the same clothes he wore all day. Instead, he got up and accepted the list of chores that his aunt put upon him without hesitation.
That would have been that. Another normal day in the Dursley's normal household. One where Harry worked all day while the Dursley's enjoyed the television. Fate had different plans for that day however, and Harry realized it while he was cooking his uncles' eggs on the stove when there was a knock at the door.
"Petunia Darling can you get that please? Probably one of the neighbor's boys got something over the fence again."
Harry did not bother to watch his aunt get up as he wanted to make sure he didn't ruin his uncle's eggs and get a meaty hand to the face. He soon realized something was wrong however when he heard the door open and Aunt Petunia let out a shriek.
"YOU! What are you doing here!?"
Everyone in the kitchen and living room stopped what they were doing, even Dudley as he looked away from the TV. Harry heard another voice speaking and tried his best to pick up anything he could. "I'm here for the boy, we received an alert that he had opened his Letter, and soon realized the boy had no way to respond." The voice had a thick and stern accent to it that sounded scottish. His eyes immediately went alert as he heard talk of opening a letter. Before he could do anything however his aunt shrieked once again.
"BOY!"
He quickly set down the pan he was using and turned off the stove, not wanting to test his aunt's patience. What he found when he arrived at the front door confused him. He saw a red faced and furious aunt Petunia with another woman standing just outside the door. She was older and like her voice had a stern look to her. The strangest part about her were the clothes she wore. They were long and black and looked like something someone would wear at Halloween. Then of course there was the pointed hat on top of her head.
When the woman laid her eyes upon him, they seemed to go wide in shock before a settling into something much worse. A look of anger.
"I see we will have much to discuss and deal with on this trip."
AN- Decided to change how harry is introduced to the wizarding world a bit and have it be a day or two before his birthday so he meets other characters when he goes to Diagon Alley
Instead of doing long chapters like on my other fic (which is a reason I'm still stuck on it cause I can't come up with a chapter I'm happy with) I'm going to do shorter half sized ones for this fic so you can get more glorious content. Enjoy, leave a review and follow.