Harry Potter and the Real Dark Lord
Revised
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A/N: This story contains scenes of violence, sexual content and language and is intended for mature audiences only (not so much in this chapter). Don't say you weren't warned. (Immature people feel free to snigger and be embarrassed.) Oh yea, we also made some changes after re-editing (should be a tad better). Let us know Ty Pheonix39.
CHAPTER ONE: HOW IT STARTED
"Oi", yelled 10 year old Harry Potter. He had reopened another one of his still aching wounds. After his parents James and Lily Potter had died in a freak broom accident, Harry had been dumped onto his closest relatives, the Dursley's, doorstep. Where he would wind up-no one expected.
Flashback
"Vernon!" yelled the shrieking Petunia waking up her husband. Their only son, Dudley, who had once slept through an earthquake, stirred in his sleep, frowning slightly at the unusually loud noise. His sleep was never to be disturbed. "Vernon, it's him! It's their child! That, That, That freak's son! Vernon quickly leapt to his feet and ran to where Petunia was standing, horrified at the sight before her.
Vernon at once said "where in the bloody hell did that come from!" His face was bright red, almost purple, as he considered the thing before him.
It was actually quite cute, small, helpless, and clutching an envelope in his tiny hand. Petunia only continued to stare, horrified at the sight before her. "We must remove it immediately!" she shrieked almost on the verge of hysterics. "YOU MUST REMOVE IT NOW! THERE'S NO TELLING WHAT VILE THINGS HE'S BROUGHT INTO MY PRISTINE HOME!. She was now on the edge of completely losing her composure-something none of the neighbors would ever see. She once again shrieked at Vernon, "GET RID OF THAT, THAT, THING! IMMEDIATELY!" Vernon took one look at his wife and then heard their son, Dudley, starting to whimper up in the rooms above.
"I will see what I can do", he said, scooping up the sweet, innocent child into his arms and headed out to the car. Petunia immediately rushed to her son's crib to ensure he was comfortable.
"Now what am I going to do with you?" (Neither he nor Petunia bothered to see what the child clutched in his hand). He drove around trying to think of what to do with the child. Petunia would not or could not tolerate the thought of the boy living with them. Finally Vernon came to a decision-he would leave him at an orphanage-it was the best thing, he thought. Or was it?
Vernon drove to several orphanages in the area-but, alas-none of them had any room what-so-ever. Finally, he made his way to the darker and dangerous parts of town. Every one of them said they had no space for the endearing child. Vernon was about to give up when he spotted a much worn, dilapidated sign that read "Last Chance Orphanage". He was very reluctant to stop anywhere as street people where starting to notice him. He quickly pulled in front of the building, parking quite illegally, and took the child into his arms, gave him a kiss, and finally placed him gently on the door step, than rang the bell and fled!
Vernon never looked back to see the child and was glad he found a place for him as Petunia would have a nervous breakdown if he brought the child back to his home. The only things he regretted was leaving the child there alone, and not remembering the letter that he had held. He would never realize what he was going to put the child though.