Harrowed Ends
I do not own harry potter
31 July, 1980.
The neighborhood was quite in the middle of winter no lights were on in the cookie cutter houses on privet drive. All except one house. Number four privet drive was different like a shining star in an empty night the way this place was very different in a very unordinary way.
On the doorstep was a blue bundle with a letter inside the bundle next to the letter was a baby boy. The letter had the boy's name, birthdate and legal credentials. For the new surprise parents unexpecting a second child.
A popping sound in the distance followed with a cloud of smoke was an old man with a long white beard and blue eye watering robes. The man now on the move walks over to number four privet drive. Seeing the boy still out in the cold he picked up the babe and pulled out a wooden stick with some type of bird feather. He then approached the door then muttered Alohomora And then the door swung open.
Looking for a warm spot not finding any and he decided to place the boy the boy on the table with a warming charm set to burn out at the morning. Then the man walked out of the house and locked the door on his way out.
AN: This is the prologue of this story the concept of this story is that he has lighting abilities