AN: This is my first fanfiction story. I'm not too sure if this story will be any good but I really hope so. This is just the introductory chapter and the actual plot will start in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling. I only own the plot of this fanfic.
WARNING: This is Slash. If you don't like it or don't know what slash is then LEAVE NOW!
Prologue: The Family from Hell
"Well FUCK YOU!" the boy shouted as he slammed the door closed, "I'm leaving!"
The boy's name was Harry Potter. Harry was very small for his age, the reason being his home for the first eleven years of his life; a cupboard. Harry had jet black hair, and brilliant green eyes framed by thick round glasses. Harry lived with his only surviving family at number 4 Privet Drive. Only Harry wouldn't really call them family. Family didn't treat other family members the way the Dursleys treated Harry.
For as long as Harry could remember, the Dursleys had always abused Harry, both physically and emotionally. Petunia Dursley, while she didn't abuse him, had always looked down at him like he was a piece of dirt she had scraped off of her designer shoes. Aunt Petunia would be the one to make him do chores from early in the morning, to late at night when he could barely keep his eyes open. And no matter how hard Harry cleaned, there would always be more work to be done the next day.
Dudley Dursley, how to describe him? Dudley was the sole person that made Harry's years at elementary school a living hell. It wasn't enough that Dudley always pushed him around and bullied him, he had to turn the whole school against Harry as well. It started when they were very young. Dudley would tell all his fellow kindergarteners lies about his cousin that had made the children turn away from Harry in disgust. Dudley would tell them things like, "Harry picks his nose and eats the boogies," and "Harry has cooties, if you go near him you will get cooties too!" By the time the kids started to question the truth of Dudley's words they were too old to believe in cooties anyway. Dudley solved this problem by simply threatening to beat up anyone that went near Harry.
The worst of all three Dursleys was Uncle Vernon. To Harry Uncle Vernon was the most evil person on the face of the earth. Well except for Voldemort. And Lucius Malfoy…and the rest of the Death Eaters. Well he was still pretty evil.
For as long as Harry could remember, Uncle Vernon had treated Harry worst than a slave. At least slaves were treated somewhat close to human. Uncle Vernon was the one that beat Harry. Whenever Harry did something wrong, Uncle Vernon would hit him. The bigger the mistake, the worst the beating were. Even if Harry hadn't done anything wrong, Uncle Vernon would make up something to use as an excuse to beat Harry. If Harry pointed out that he hadn't done anything wrong or that it wasn't his fault, Uncle Vernon would just throw Harry into the cupboard and lock him in there without any food.
After several years of this treatment and constant abuse, it was getting to be too much for Harry. He was sick of the abuse, sick of the chores and sick of living with people who didn't love him.
These were the reasons that Harry had decided to leave number 4 Privet Drive. He was reliving all of the horrible memories as he walked down the street and out of the Dursleys lives forever.
He hoped.