Harry Potter and the Luctificus Curse

Disclaimer:

I do NOT own nor pretend I do own the Harry Potter world in which this story is based.  However, I do claim ownership over any characters that are not found in JK Rowlin's original works; they come exclusively from my imagination, therefore belong to moi.

Rating:

This story is rated PG 13.

Prologue: Still at 'home'…

The end of the summer had come as a big surprise to Harry, even though, as usual, he found it quite relieving for the summer to be over.

"Sixteen horrible summers in a row…. that must be a record…" thought Harry as he woke up one day, the week before the term started. "Thanks God I'll be going to Hogwarts soon… I can't stand this people anymore…" And with that Harry forced his miserable-feeling self down the stairs and into the kitchen.

With saying "that people" he meant the Dursleys'; who were Harry's only living relatives and with who he had been forced to live for the past sixteen years. Living with them had made his life a living hell for eleven years until one day, he found out something utterly extraordinary about himself. He was a wizard. And not just not any simple wizard; he was extremely famous on the wizarding community (as he found out later) because he had survived a mortal curse performed by the most evil and feared wizard of all time: Lord Voldemort. Both his parents had died during this attack but he, miraculously, survived with only a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead to bear witness to the night's events…  same scar that 15 years later, he was unconsciously scratching as he made his way to the Dursleys' kitchen.

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