Year One

The Sorcerer's Stone

By: Arawn

Summary: Harry Potter didn't grow up with the Dursley. He grew up abused beaten and unloved, without friend's to help him. He grew up to act like a Slytherin to survive, in Saint Bensons Children's Home. He's cunning, smart, and a thirst to be great.

Saint Bensons Children's Home

Mrs. Dursley of number four Privet Drive woke up early to the cries of her son. Getting up she went to the kitchen and got some warm milk to put him back to sleep. Looking at the clock she found it was time to start the day.
Slowly she started breakfast and grab the empty milk bottle's to put out. Opening the door she looks down to see the bundle of blankets. She let out a small scream then slams the door shut and ran to her husband with bottles still in hand.
"Vernon," she screeched out. "Vernon there's a baby on our doorsteps!" She roughly pulled the bedcover's away from her husband. "Get up Vernon!" The sound of his wife's angry voice and the fact she has been screaming at him for the pass minute, he slowly opened his eyes.
"What do you want?" The sleepiness still in is voice. "Bring me some coffee Petunia dear."
Petunia let out a small growl then stated in a voice that left no argument. "There's a baby on our doorstep and you will take care of it, understand."
Vernon's head snap up at baby. Who in there right mind would leave a baby on someone's doorstep, he thought as he got dress. "Yes dear, I'll take it to a friend of mine. He run's an orphanage in London. He'll do it for a small price." Vernon hurried down stair's grabbing the child and throwing it into the backseat of his car.
About an hour drive later they pulled up to Saint Bensons Children's Home. It was three stories dull gray house. It had a dead tree in the front with a gravel road and yellow grass surrounding the area. The front door was made of some type of metal. Once inside the waiting room was white with a couple of chairs along the wall. On the opposite side of the chairs was a service window with an old man in his mid eighties.
"How can I help you Mr. Dursley?" The old man said not looking up from the magazine he was reading.
"I found this thing on my doorstep. I would like you to take care of it." Vernon shifts the bundles to the other arms.
"A thousand and I will take care of it." The man got up and walk thought the door on the left of the window leading into the waiting room. Vernon let out a small growl in frustration but agreed.
"I will take the little bugger then." He grabbed the bundle and left Vernon to fill out the check.

A few minute's later the old man returned bundle less and returned to his room behind the window. "Thank you Mr. Dursley and say hello to the Misses for me." Vernon grunted something that sound like a 'yes' and left.

A girl about the age of fifteen held the little baby in here arms. Creighton, the care taker of the Orphanage, drop the baby to be token care of by the oldest girl in the place. She searches the child and found out it was a boy that went by the name Harry Potter. His name was on an enveloped that she took and place under her bed so Creighton wouldn't take it a way. The child look to be about One-One and a half year's old. She would be leaving in about three year so she would teach him all she knew right now.
Putting the child in a make shift crib that look likes it would fall apart in a second they settled down to sleep.

Author Notes T

hank you for reading.

I have a question.

Slytherin colors are green and silver?

Gryffindor colors are scarlet/red and gold?

Ravenclaw colors are blue and silver?

Hufflepuff colors are yellow and something else?

Are these right?

P.S.

I do not know when the next chapter will be up.

I know this is short then the last one but I plan on making them longer. (Hopefully)