(this is my first fanfic...so I hope you enjoy it! P.S.Plz review!!!)

HARRY POTTER AND THE DARK ANGEL
(WRITTEN IN HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW)

CHAPTER 1: CHANGES

I felt rays of sunlight hit my eyelids. I slowly opened my eyes and sat up in my bed. I stood up and looked out of my window, what a beautiful day it was! Rays of light broke through the clouds, which made the garden flowers bloom with colour.

I walked over to my bedroom mirror and looked at my reflection. I had to get a new look! I had to change! I've kept my hair the same way for a long time now. I looked at my chest. I was so skinny. Well, I had my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon to blame for that. They're the ones who practically starved me! Maybe I can ask if I go running or something to build up some muscles. I raised my hand to my forehead. My scar. Memories of Voldemort started to trail back into my head. I hated him. He was the reason why I had no parents, he was the reason why Cedric Diggory died, and he was the reason why so many terrible things happened. I wonder if he has anything in store for me in my next year at Hogwarts. Even though I had gone through many terrible times, I was glad I had my friends with me. Ron and Hermione. They have been my best friends since I was 11 years old. I wonder if they have changed in any way during the summer?

I pulled on a shirt and a pair of jeans. I walked out my room and headed for the bathroom. I turned the tap and let water run out. I splashed some cold water onto my face to wake me up. I went back to my room to fetch my glasses. I could hear the snoring coming from my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's room. I was too hungry to wait for them to wake up. So I made my way to the kitchen to help myself. Maybe if I finish quickly I could get a head start on making breakfast for them and I won't get yelled at for taking too long.

I grabbed myself a bowl, spilled some cereal and poured some milk in it and sat down on the kitchen table. Sometimes I wish we could all eat breakfast together as a family, with no arguments. My Aunt, Uncle and cousin Dudley are the only family I have and they treat me as if I'm some sort of alien. The minute I finished I thought I'd better start cooking breakfast.

About half an hour later, breakfast was ready for the Dursley's. The plates were set and the food was hot. I suddenly heard their footsteps upstairs. Dudley suddenly appeared through the kitchen door. His hair was a right mess and he had tired eyes. He was a chubby, selfish boy. He thinks everybody should just stop what they're doing and serve him. He also bullies me around like he's the boss of me or something. Followed by Dudley, was both my Aunt and Uncle dressed bathrobes.

"Good! You actually made breakfast on time" Uncle Vernon sniggered. They then all sat down at the table to eat their breakfast. I wasn't planning on doing anything today so I plucked the courage to ask if I could go running.

"Uncle Vernon...since I'm not doing anything at the moment, can I please go out running for a change? I won't be long"

"Running! Why do you want to go running?" He asked

"Well...I thought it would help me to become fitter" I replied. I heard giggles escape from Dudley's mouth.

"Ha! To be honest I don't think that's possible...but if you must, you can...but don't be too long" And with that I raced up to my room and changed into some shorts.

I exited the house and shut the door behind me. I thought I'd better do some stretches before I start. About 5 minutes later, I took a deep breath and moved my feet into a running pace. I later came across a big park. I thought I'd do some laps around this. I began to build up a running rhythm that my breathing went along with. I could feel myself begin to tire after my 4th lap. So when I had finished my 5th lap I headed back to Privet Drive.
* This running thing soon became a usual routine for me. My muscles actually started to build up. One day, I looked at myself in the mirror with no shirt and I could see a 2 pack start to form! I was proud of this. But I had my hair still in its old style. I had to do something with it soon! I know! Maybe I can get a hair cut! But my Aunt and Uncle won't be bothered to take me to the barbers. They've never even taken me to the barbers before. Great! Or...I can maybe use a spell to cut my hair. Argh! I just realized...I couldn't use magic outside of school! And with my past history I don't think I can risk trying magic again! But I couldn't hold myself back I desperately wanted to cut it. So I quietly snuck downstairs and took a pair of scissors from a drawer into my room. SNIP. And that was a chunk of my hair gone. SNIP, SNIP...
* The next morning I walked down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. There was the usual noise of my Aunt, Uncle and cousin stuffing themselves with food. But as I walked through the door, it seemed as if someone had pressed pause.

"What, the hell have you down to your hair boy?" Uncle Vernon said in angry tone.

"Isn't it obvious...I cut it" I replied,

"I know what you've done! But what you've done looks absolutely ridiculous" and with that they all started to laugh. I just ignored them and quietly sat down and ate my breakfast...