What would have happened if Lord Voldemort never existed? Where would that
leave Tom Marvolo Riddle?
This is Harry's first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
and things keep looking better and better for him...but there is something
he doesn't know about himself along with all the other things. And it's
going to get him into a lot of trouble.
There is a secret under Godric's Hollow that only a very few know about,
and locked away in Harry's memory is how to get to it. The wizards who are
looking for it are after Harry and will stop at nothing to get to him.
Chapter 1: Away from 'Home'
Harry James Potter was finally away from the Dursley's, his last known relatives, and he was happier than words could explain. For the past 11 years, Harry had been abused, mentally and physically. He had even been to the hospital several times, and he had the scars to prove it. But, one scar, in particular, always caught his interest.
Upon Harry Potter's forehead was a lightning shaped scar. He had no idea how it got there...and it seemed that no one else did either.
Harry, before made out to be a wizard, knew nothing of his parents, who he was or where he belonged. Then, on one fateful day, his whole life changed...forever. A man, who called himself Severus Snape, came to him. He was a tall, black-haired man who wore all black robes, and as soon as he realized that the man was taking him away from the Dursley's, with good intentions, Harry immediately fell in love with the oily haired man...friendly-wise!
"You will be staying here at the Leaky Cauldron, young Potter. I trust you don't mind, though one would think that after living with muggles like them...one would get use to such a sad state of.living.if one would or could call it such." The man stated simply in his monotone voice.
"Well, it's not my fault that I got stuck with the stupid, self-conscious 'Dursley's' anyway!" Okay.maybe 'love' was a little too strong. 'Acquaintance' would probably be better of a word...and what the hell was a 'muggle'?
"Excuse me, Mr. Potter, but I suggest you try to get the best of me.I'm going to be your professor in Defense Against the Dark Art. And I warn you now, I do NOT teach an easy class. I'm only here on Professor Dumbledore's orders to 'rescue' you, and I assure you, if it was my decision to leave you or not.I would have probably left you."
All right.definitely not friends. 'Though,' Harry though, 'I was a bit of a arse.'
"You are to stay here in Diagon Alley and you are not to leave. There are dangerous wizards out there, Mr. Potter, and we wouldn't want YOU to be in the wrong hands, now would we?" Harry didn't answer, 'This guy is turning out to be a real git. I thought he was the greatest man alive when he took me away from the Dursley's.' The man said something, but Harry wasn't paying attention, 'Besides, I didn't say anything THAT harsh..."
"Mr. Potter?" Harry looked up.
"Yes, sir?"
"I asked if I made myself perfectly clear, but I don't suppose you heard me. So, I will ask again JUST to make sure you understand what I'm saying. You are not to leave Diagon Alley under any circumstances and you may only enter Knockturn Alley accompanied by someone." Snape gave him a look practically saying 'but I don't know why YOU, of all people, would want to go there...', "So. Do I make myself. Perfectly. Clear...Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, sir." Harry nodded sitting down on the bed behind him. 'This guy definitely has some kind of grudge against me...and I don't even know him.'
"Good." Snape pulled out a letter, "Inside, is a letter containing your school list. You can buy all your materials here in Diagon Alley, that's why we stopped by Gringotts to get your coins."
Harry opened the letter and pulled out his list. He read it silently several times then laid it gently on his lap.
"Professor Dumbledore trusts that you may find SOMEONE willing to help you find your way to Kings Cross Station and to platform nine and three- quarters." stated Snape, "Term starts at the beginning of September, train leaves at eleven. Are there any questions?"
The green-eyed boy shook his head with it bowed down, "No, sir."
The door opened, "Thank you, Professor Snape." It was a whisper, but still audible.
Snape turned and caught Harry with the corner of his eye. He could easily distinguish the guilt playing on Harry's face, but Snape only gave a friendly nod and left. The man knew that there shouldn't have been such a sad face on Harry, but he left it as is...
Perhaps the young boy could change from his father...the father Snape knew all too well.
Inside the room, Harry was relieved that the man had left. Harry smiled slightly and fell back onto his bed...falling asleep instantly...today had been way too long.
The next morning, Harry expected to be back at the Dursley's in the cupboard, but he didn't open his eyes. It was the best dream he had ever had, and that was all it was...a dream. Or so he though...
There was rapping at his door, "Get up!" was Aunt Petunia sick again? Her voice sounded extremely nasally, "Are you up, yet?"
"I'm up...'Mup..." answered Harry groggily. He sat up and patted around for his glasses. The bed was softer than how he remembered...
He shrugged lightly as his hands came upon one of the eye lenses of his glasses. He placed them on the bridge of his nose and blinked. Several times in fact.
The room was...not his. The bedding was a deep, solid maroon color and the room was enormous...and full of light. His eyes widened. The woman coming towards him with a tray in her hands was definitely NOT Aunt Petunia. She was an average sized woman, not stout and not thin...fair weighted. Her orange-red hair was pulled back into a loose bun and her emerald green eyes glistened as she smiled at him.
"W...where am I?" asked Harry. Doubting he was anywhere near Privet Drive.
The woman set the tray on the table next to the bed, "Ah...your in one o' the boarding rooms o' the Leaky Cauldron." She had a nasal Irish accent, "My name's Aithne, but you can jus' call me Ena."
"I'm Harry." He stood from the bed, straightening his clothes he slept in from yesterday, "Nice to meet you, Ena."
Her warm smile never wavered, "Aye, it's nice to meet you too, 'Arry." She glided over to the end of the bed, her green robes flowing behind her. "Your trunk arrived last night while you were asleep. We tried not to wake you up."
Harry followed her and opened his trunk, "Everything you need should be there. Is there anything else you need, 'Arry?"
He shook his head, "No, thank you." She marched gracefully to the door and opened it, "Wait, Ena...what's today?"
She turned around with a raised eyebrow, "Why, today's July thirty-first. You should go buy your school supplies."
Harry nodded, "Thank you."
"Good day, 'Arry." And she closed the door behind her.
Harry rummaged happily through his trunk.
'July thirty-first...' he thought, 'Happy birthday, Harry!'
End of Chapter 1
.......Hmmmmm....I'm not really happy with how I did this chapter. It was a pretty good plot...for a beginner...but I hate how I worded it all..........oh well....
Chapter 1: Away from 'Home'
Harry James Potter was finally away from the Dursley's, his last known relatives, and he was happier than words could explain. For the past 11 years, Harry had been abused, mentally and physically. He had even been to the hospital several times, and he had the scars to prove it. But, one scar, in particular, always caught his interest.
Upon Harry Potter's forehead was a lightning shaped scar. He had no idea how it got there...and it seemed that no one else did either.
Harry, before made out to be a wizard, knew nothing of his parents, who he was or where he belonged. Then, on one fateful day, his whole life changed...forever. A man, who called himself Severus Snape, came to him. He was a tall, black-haired man who wore all black robes, and as soon as he realized that the man was taking him away from the Dursley's, with good intentions, Harry immediately fell in love with the oily haired man...friendly-wise!
"You will be staying here at the Leaky Cauldron, young Potter. I trust you don't mind, though one would think that after living with muggles like them...one would get use to such a sad state of.living.if one would or could call it such." The man stated simply in his monotone voice.
"Well, it's not my fault that I got stuck with the stupid, self-conscious 'Dursley's' anyway!" Okay.maybe 'love' was a little too strong. 'Acquaintance' would probably be better of a word...and what the hell was a 'muggle'?
"Excuse me, Mr. Potter, but I suggest you try to get the best of me.I'm going to be your professor in Defense Against the Dark Art. And I warn you now, I do NOT teach an easy class. I'm only here on Professor Dumbledore's orders to 'rescue' you, and I assure you, if it was my decision to leave you or not.I would have probably left you."
All right.definitely not friends. 'Though,' Harry though, 'I was a bit of a arse.'
"You are to stay here in Diagon Alley and you are not to leave. There are dangerous wizards out there, Mr. Potter, and we wouldn't want YOU to be in the wrong hands, now would we?" Harry didn't answer, 'This guy is turning out to be a real git. I thought he was the greatest man alive when he took me away from the Dursley's.' The man said something, but Harry wasn't paying attention, 'Besides, I didn't say anything THAT harsh..."
"Mr. Potter?" Harry looked up.
"Yes, sir?"
"I asked if I made myself perfectly clear, but I don't suppose you heard me. So, I will ask again JUST to make sure you understand what I'm saying. You are not to leave Diagon Alley under any circumstances and you may only enter Knockturn Alley accompanied by someone." Snape gave him a look practically saying 'but I don't know why YOU, of all people, would want to go there...', "So. Do I make myself. Perfectly. Clear...Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, sir." Harry nodded sitting down on the bed behind him. 'This guy definitely has some kind of grudge against me...and I don't even know him.'
"Good." Snape pulled out a letter, "Inside, is a letter containing your school list. You can buy all your materials here in Diagon Alley, that's why we stopped by Gringotts to get your coins."
Harry opened the letter and pulled out his list. He read it silently several times then laid it gently on his lap.
"Professor Dumbledore trusts that you may find SOMEONE willing to help you find your way to Kings Cross Station and to platform nine and three- quarters." stated Snape, "Term starts at the beginning of September, train leaves at eleven. Are there any questions?"
The green-eyed boy shook his head with it bowed down, "No, sir."
The door opened, "Thank you, Professor Snape." It was a whisper, but still audible.
Snape turned and caught Harry with the corner of his eye. He could easily distinguish the guilt playing on Harry's face, but Snape only gave a friendly nod and left. The man knew that there shouldn't have been such a sad face on Harry, but he left it as is...
Perhaps the young boy could change from his father...the father Snape knew all too well.
Inside the room, Harry was relieved that the man had left. Harry smiled slightly and fell back onto his bed...falling asleep instantly...today had been way too long.
The next morning, Harry expected to be back at the Dursley's in the cupboard, but he didn't open his eyes. It was the best dream he had ever had, and that was all it was...a dream. Or so he though...
There was rapping at his door, "Get up!" was Aunt Petunia sick again? Her voice sounded extremely nasally, "Are you up, yet?"
"I'm up...'Mup..." answered Harry groggily. He sat up and patted around for his glasses. The bed was softer than how he remembered...
He shrugged lightly as his hands came upon one of the eye lenses of his glasses. He placed them on the bridge of his nose and blinked. Several times in fact.
The room was...not his. The bedding was a deep, solid maroon color and the room was enormous...and full of light. His eyes widened. The woman coming towards him with a tray in her hands was definitely NOT Aunt Petunia. She was an average sized woman, not stout and not thin...fair weighted. Her orange-red hair was pulled back into a loose bun and her emerald green eyes glistened as she smiled at him.
"W...where am I?" asked Harry. Doubting he was anywhere near Privet Drive.
The woman set the tray on the table next to the bed, "Ah...your in one o' the boarding rooms o' the Leaky Cauldron." She had a nasal Irish accent, "My name's Aithne, but you can jus' call me Ena."
"I'm Harry." He stood from the bed, straightening his clothes he slept in from yesterday, "Nice to meet you, Ena."
Her warm smile never wavered, "Aye, it's nice to meet you too, 'Arry." She glided over to the end of the bed, her green robes flowing behind her. "Your trunk arrived last night while you were asleep. We tried not to wake you up."
Harry followed her and opened his trunk, "Everything you need should be there. Is there anything else you need, 'Arry?"
He shook his head, "No, thank you." She marched gracefully to the door and opened it, "Wait, Ena...what's today?"
She turned around with a raised eyebrow, "Why, today's July thirty-first. You should go buy your school supplies."
Harry nodded, "Thank you."
"Good day, 'Arry." And she closed the door behind her.
Harry rummaged happily through his trunk.
'July thirty-first...' he thought, 'Happy birthday, Harry!'
End of Chapter 1
.......Hmmmmm....I'm not really happy with how I did this chapter. It was a pretty good plot...for a beginner...but I hate how I worded it all..........oh well....