1 Hey! This is yet another one of my fanfics that I wrote awhile ago. It is
about what would happen if Voldemort got the Sorcerer's Stone when Harry
was only 5. I hope you like it! Remember to R/R! -Abby
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Birthday
Harry slept in his cupboard, dreaming about a man that he looked like with a beautiful woman standing next to him. She had bright, green eyes just like he did because it was his mother.
"Get up boy!" his aunt rapped through the door. Harry shot up, totally awake. He looked around, letting his eyes see where he was.
Whenever he had a dream, he was always in a large house. That was the reason why he had to look around before he knew where he was.
"Get up now or no food for the day!" Harry's Aunt Petunia yelled threw the door. Harry got up and opened the door. His aunt stood there, her eyes filled with anger.
"Go and dust the house you good-for-nothing five-year-old!" she yelled as she handed him a duster. Harry looked down to the floor and muttered a simple yes.
He walked into the living room and he started to dust. He guessed that the Dursley's had forgotten all about his birthday again. This had happened 2 years in a row now, which made Harry cry when he was put back into his cupboard for the night.
He finished dusting the living room faster than yesterday because he was extremely hungry. When he was done (about 30 minutes later) he walked into the kitchen to find his cousin Dudley eating the last piece of egg.
"Did that taste good honey?" Petunia asked Dudley as he gave a very loud burp.
"Me want more NOW!" Dudley yelled, throwing his plate in Harry's direction. Harry didn't see this for it broke on his chest, ripping his oversized shirt.
Harry fell to the floor, whimpering. The glass that had broken had gotten through his shirt and cut his stomach. His uncle looked over his newspaper to see Harry.
"What are you doing in here?!" he yelled, placing down his newspaper and walking over to him.
"D..done," Harry said in a small tone. His uncle lifted one of his big hands and pointed a finger towards the door.
"Go to your cupboard NOW!" he yelled. Harry got up off of the floor, limping towards the door. He felt the tears falling down his cheeks but no one seemed to care.
Harry walked out of the kitchen and into his cupboard. He laid down, clutching his stomach. The pain was immense, to harsh for him to hold back the tears.
"Why, why me? Why did my parents have to go?" Harry said as he was crying. He hatted how he never got any attention, how he was never the one to be special. Dudley got all of the attention while he was always doing chores of some sort.
Every birthday of his was horrible. Last year he did all of his chores and then Dudley was running through the house and he stepped on Harry's foot. Harry fell to the ground and heard a breaking noise. Dudley had broken his mom's favorite vase. He blamed it on Harry who had lost 5 days worth of food.
There was a loud bang as if a gun was being shot. He sat up too fast because he hit his head on the top of the ceiling. There was another loud bang.
He heard the sound of running feet from the other room. Then he heard his aunt's voice.
"We have to go! Dudley, go with daddy! I need to do something,"
Harry heard her footsteps getting louder and louder until they were outside of his cupboard. Then he heard the lock of his cupboard locking and then a sound of running feet.
Harry tried to open his door but it was locked. He banged on it but it didn't give in. Harry heard his aunt scream as a new voice entered.
"Where is he muggle? Tell me!" The voice yelled. It was extremely high- pitched which made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickle up.
"In the c..cup...cupboard," she said. Then Harry heard a person falling and a pair of feet coming towards him.
"Alohomora!" the high-pitched voice yelled. Harry heard his cupboard lock unlocking and a swish of air when his door was pulled open.
In the doorway, a large hooded figure stood. He was wearing a long, black cloak. Harry only could see two bright, red eyes from under the hood.
"Harry Potter," the voice said. Then the man reached one hand out for him, which sent Harry screaming. There was a new pain coming from his scar. He fell down as he was continuing to scream. Then he felt two large hands under him.
The man lifted him off of the ground and scooped him into his arms. Harry got a closer look of the man. He was smiling a lipless smile from under his hood.
"Now that I have what I want, it is time to go," the man said. He stepped over Harry's dead aunt's body and out the door.
N/A: How did you like it? Short, I know but was it good! R/R! Oh yes, I have many other stories out so if you like this one you might like the others...and yes! Should I keep this one up? Should I drop it because it is oh-so-very stupid! Thanks a lot!
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5 Chapter 1
Birthday
Harry slept in his cupboard, dreaming about a man that he looked like with a beautiful woman standing next to him. She had bright, green eyes just like he did because it was his mother.
"Get up boy!" his aunt rapped through the door. Harry shot up, totally awake. He looked around, letting his eyes see where he was.
Whenever he had a dream, he was always in a large house. That was the reason why he had to look around before he knew where he was.
"Get up now or no food for the day!" Harry's Aunt Petunia yelled threw the door. Harry got up and opened the door. His aunt stood there, her eyes filled with anger.
"Go and dust the house you good-for-nothing five-year-old!" she yelled as she handed him a duster. Harry looked down to the floor and muttered a simple yes.
He walked into the living room and he started to dust. He guessed that the Dursley's had forgotten all about his birthday again. This had happened 2 years in a row now, which made Harry cry when he was put back into his cupboard for the night.
He finished dusting the living room faster than yesterday because he was extremely hungry. When he was done (about 30 minutes later) he walked into the kitchen to find his cousin Dudley eating the last piece of egg.
"Did that taste good honey?" Petunia asked Dudley as he gave a very loud burp.
"Me want more NOW!" Dudley yelled, throwing his plate in Harry's direction. Harry didn't see this for it broke on his chest, ripping his oversized shirt.
Harry fell to the floor, whimpering. The glass that had broken had gotten through his shirt and cut his stomach. His uncle looked over his newspaper to see Harry.
"What are you doing in here?!" he yelled, placing down his newspaper and walking over to him.
"D..done," Harry said in a small tone. His uncle lifted one of his big hands and pointed a finger towards the door.
"Go to your cupboard NOW!" he yelled. Harry got up off of the floor, limping towards the door. He felt the tears falling down his cheeks but no one seemed to care.
Harry walked out of the kitchen and into his cupboard. He laid down, clutching his stomach. The pain was immense, to harsh for him to hold back the tears.
"Why, why me? Why did my parents have to go?" Harry said as he was crying. He hatted how he never got any attention, how he was never the one to be special. Dudley got all of the attention while he was always doing chores of some sort.
Every birthday of his was horrible. Last year he did all of his chores and then Dudley was running through the house and he stepped on Harry's foot. Harry fell to the ground and heard a breaking noise. Dudley had broken his mom's favorite vase. He blamed it on Harry who had lost 5 days worth of food.
There was a loud bang as if a gun was being shot. He sat up too fast because he hit his head on the top of the ceiling. There was another loud bang.
He heard the sound of running feet from the other room. Then he heard his aunt's voice.
"We have to go! Dudley, go with daddy! I need to do something,"
Harry heard her footsteps getting louder and louder until they were outside of his cupboard. Then he heard the lock of his cupboard locking and then a sound of running feet.
Harry tried to open his door but it was locked. He banged on it but it didn't give in. Harry heard his aunt scream as a new voice entered.
"Where is he muggle? Tell me!" The voice yelled. It was extremely high- pitched which made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickle up.
"In the c..cup...cupboard," she said. Then Harry heard a person falling and a pair of feet coming towards him.
"Alohomora!" the high-pitched voice yelled. Harry heard his cupboard lock unlocking and a swish of air when his door was pulled open.
In the doorway, a large hooded figure stood. He was wearing a long, black cloak. Harry only could see two bright, red eyes from under the hood.
"Harry Potter," the voice said. Then the man reached one hand out for him, which sent Harry screaming. There was a new pain coming from his scar. He fell down as he was continuing to scream. Then he felt two large hands under him.
The man lifted him off of the ground and scooped him into his arms. Harry got a closer look of the man. He was smiling a lipless smile from under his hood.
"Now that I have what I want, it is time to go," the man said. He stepped over Harry's dead aunt's body and out the door.
N/A: How did you like it? Short, I know but was it good! R/R! Oh yes, I have many other stories out so if you like this one you might like the others...and yes! Should I keep this one up? Should I drop it because it is oh-so-very stupid! Thanks a lot!
