JLHERC: Ok guys. This story is coming to me. Slowly but surely, it's coming to me. The idea popped into my head about a week ago and it's been slowly forming, taking shape, and adding to itself as time passes. I'm not too sure how long this story will be, we'll just have to see. What if Hagrid hadn't come and rescue Harry? What if things had taken a turn for the worse or maybe a turn for the better?
Harry Potter sat next to his gigantic uncle on the plane heading for the United States. He was staring at his watch and waiting for his birthday. Only a few days ago, everything had started to go downhill. After the second set of letters had arrived from the place called Hogwarts, his uncle had acted as a madman. He had everything in the house packed, the house sold, and everyone on a plane headed for the states within a few days. His company had already asked him to set up a branch in the Americas; he used that opportunity.
Now, only a few minutes away from his eleventh birthday, Harry Potter sat on a dimly lit plane in the dead of night. The other passengers were asleep, but Harry sat wide awake. It was a birthday tradition he had formed over the years. He slowly ran his hand over the crinkled parchment in his coat. He had snatched a single one of the letters that had flooded the house. Now he waited. He didn't want to open the letter anywhere near his family. His uncle would have ripped the paper to shreds before Harry even got a glance at it.
12:00 flashed on his watch. With a sigh, Harry fell back against the seat. "Another birthday and I'm still with this family. When will it all end?" He closed his eyes and slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep. The plane soared on through the night sky. No matter how fast the plane flew, it would not keep Harry Potter away from his destiny.
Albus Dumbledore was furious with himself. He had wanted to protect Harry from renegade death eaters and publicity. To do so, he had placed some very complex spells on Harry that kept him hidden from everyone. That everyone included himself. The only exception was when Harry was at number 4 Privet Drive. Now that wasn't a possibility. The Dursley's had packed up and moved. They didn't tell any of their neighbors the location either. All attempts at using a tracking spell proved fruitless. He sighed heavily as he paced his office. There was no way he could let this information out at the moment. It would cause a panic. He left his office as he went to rest his tired bones.
Hours later, Harry and the Dursleys stepped from the plane into the airport. Harry stared at the many people around him, slightly in awe. It was far more crowded here than in Britain. They had arrived in a place called Georgia. Apparently, the airport was one of the largest in the world. From the people hustling about him, he believed it. Within a few minutes, they had collected their luggage and were stepping out into the bright sunlight of Atlanta. Cars and people were everywhere. Harry took a long look around. "Maybe things will be better here." He ran a hand over the crumpled letter in his pocket one last time. "Maybe this letter will help." Little did he know, that letter would be what made his life turn around.
JLHERC: Short, I know. But this is only a prologue. The first chapter is already forming quickly in my head. I had to get this out of the way so that I could focus fully on that first chapter.