Chapter 1

Those Big Green Eyes

Coughing and spluttering, ten-year-old Harry woke up in a cold sweat. He had just had another dream. Cackling laughter. A woman screaming, "No, No please." A green light, and then black. He always woke up right after that green light! He didn't know what it was, who was screaming, or who was making the laughter. The laughter could've been coming from his uncle and he wouldn't have even been surprised.

Ever since Harry was little he'd been living with his Aunt and Uncle. They both always reminded him of how nice they were to do this, and how he was lucky that they even took him in. He didn't think he was very lucky. He'd seen how they treat their Duddeykins, and how other families treat their kids. He didn't understand why he wasn't treated the same. Ever since he could walk he'd been doing as many chores as he could before being sent back to the cupboard. He didn't get very much food, so he was definitely below average in weight and height. His Aunt and Uncle had never actually laid a hand on him, but he'd never gotten any attention besides being told which chores to do. As a result, he was very emotionally starved and reserved. His one haven was in books. Books could never disappoint him, they could never tell him to do chores, and they could never leave him.

He was a self-taught reader, his Uncle's dictionary, who was never noticed to be missing, always being used to look up new words, and every couple of weeks taking a book from Dudley's room to read. He lost himself in the mysterious world of Agatha Christie or the magical world of Ender's Game. He was an avid reader and a very smart boy, but he could never show it in school for fear that he would get yelled at by his Aunt or Dudley might find him on the playground, and make his day not very fun. He never had many friends. He had a few acquaintances, but most were scared off by Dudley and his gang.

The one friend Harry had truly made in his first few years of primary school was a boy named Roger. Roger was a bit taller than Dudley, so he was never scared of him. The first day Roger invited Harry to come with him back to his house, Harry was astonished. He knew if he asked his Aunt and Uncle they'd say no, so he went anyway. Harry had a blast, but when he got home he was locked in the cupboard for two days with almost no food or water.

When his Uncle threw him into the cupboard Harry's head smashed into the light which broke it. This is where he first discovered that there was something different about him. His Aunt and Uncle had told him multiple times that under absolutely no circumstances was he to show any freakishness. He didn't know what that meant but he had agreed to it.

In this dark cupboard, he tried to read his book, but he seriously couldn't make out any words. He tried opening the shutter into the cupboard to let some light in, but couldn't get any. He struggled to read for a couple of seconds before finally giving up. He lay down on his cot and started crying. "Nothing is fair, why can't they just love me." He continued crying for at least 30 minutes before he finally just lay there.

He wanted to read.

He wanted to read so badly. So bad that he would do anything for that light to illuminate the book. He looked intently at all the shards around his cot and imagined a ball of light appearing from the light once more. When nothing happened after 20 seconds he started to close his eyes and lay down again. Fantasies are just fantasies after all. Or are they? A ball of light appeared in Harry's room. He looked at it, opened his book, and smiled. He would make it through this.

That night for the first time in a long time Harry had a dreamless sleep. No green lights, no cackling laughter. The next morning he was brought back to reality by the rap on his door. He groggily got out of bed and started to get ready for the day ahead of him. Before he truly left his sanctuary of the closet he summoned his ball of light one more time. It took a bit of effort but eventually, he saw a shimmer then a glow.

"Get out of bed now freak." His Aunt rather rudely said through the door. Like you can call what I'm currently sleeping on a bed. Harry thought. He quickly made his way out of bed and toward the kitchen. He knew that staying in bed would mean no food for at least a day. He reminded himself that even though he had a new "Super Power" he could not use it all night or he might not be able to wake up.

He stepped into the kitchen to see his Uncle reading the newspaper, and Dudley playing with a new game he got. As soon as Harry entered both their heads snapped up to look and glare at him. Wow, five minutes late and I'm the most hated man on the planet.

Harry had always wondered what he'd done to deserve the harsh treatment that his "relatives" gave him. He wasn't necessarily a bad kid, although a couple of strange incidents had made it seem that way. He also had never said anything to the Dursleys as they were the ones who raised him. Besides just a couple of mishaps, such as turning the teacher's hair blue or making food appear out of thin air when he was too tired to cook, Harry was a completely normal kid. The Dursleys made sure of that. Any acts that were slightly "freakish" he would have been yelled at and severely reprimanded for. Harry was a normal kid, but he had just a bit of freakishness.

Harry had completed another day of work out in the yard, today was his absolute favorite. It's such a meaningless and mind-numbing task that takes him hours to do because Petunia Dursley wants to keep her garden "Immaculate". He knew it was more just making him do work and not letting his freakish talents fester. He wanted to do exactly that the whole time he was weeding the garden. He wanted to make his ball of light grow into something amazing, he wanted to light up his whole room, but more than anything he just wanted to read damn it. He was close to turning eleven and he still had never received a single present from the Dursleys much less a book. He usually was given for his birthday something that showed his worth to them such as new oven mitts or, his personal favorite, new shears for his favorite activity.

Harry finally made it back to his cupboard after making the Dursleys dinner. He had slightly overcooked the meal, which was apparently a travesty according to Vernon Dursley, and had subsequently gotten no food for the night. It was alright with him, by this point he used to being hungry at night. On the other hand, he was giddy with excitement when he got into his cupboard. He instantly "turned" his light on. When he got it illuminating his room, he smiled and immediately started to work on making things fly the new superpower he learned in the garden earlier. He accidentally levitated a couple of weeds from inside the ground when he got tired of pulling on his sixth hour of weeding. He looked around carefully to make sure Aunty dearest wasn't watching and quickly pulled them all the way out before dropping them. He was excited over the development of having not one but two superpowers. His excitement was dashed in his cupboard when he learned it was much harder to levitate than he thought. He tried on his book for 30 minutes before giving up.

He decided to go for something not as heavy. He looked around and eventually picked up a dusty chess piece. He threw it on his bed, and with no way to exactly know what he was doing, he pointed a finger at that and willed with all his might for it to move up.

Well, the chess piece was a bit lighter than his book so it shot up and hit the top of his cupboard making a loud crack. Harry cringed at the sound and quickly feigned sleeping in case the Dursleys checked the noise out. Vernon, angered by whatever had woken him up just as he was about to sleep, walked downstairs. He noticed a lot of rustling coming from the cupboard and deduced that the original noise came from there. He muttered to himself, "What is the freak doing now." He angrily walked over to the door, unlocked it, and threw it open. What he saw shocked him.

And Harry remembered that he never "turned" off his light.

How could I be so stupid? Harry immediately put out the light, but the damage had already been done. Uncle Vernon had just witnessed him doing some serious freak stuff that wasn't even on accident. He sat up in bed to face Uncle Vernon knowing what was about to happen would not be pretty.

"Boy! What did I just see!" Uncle Vernon was red in the face and screamed right at Harry. Harry flinched away. In all his years living with the Dursleys, he had never seen any of them this angry.

Uncle Vernon grabbed him by the neck and lifted him out of the bed.

"I warned you boy, any signs of freakishness and you would be out! OUT!" Uncle Vernon threw Harry into the opposite wall hard. Harry felt his shoulder pop out of place as he fell to the ground. Looking up at his Uncle through tears of pain, Harry opened his mouth to speak, but the only thing that could come out was a shallow whimper. Vernon looked down at Harry's pitiful body and sneered.

"You think this is funny, don't you? Do you think this is all a game? I want to be normal, and I will do WHATEVER it takes to be normal. My wife and my son are not going to be living with the likes of you any longer!" With that Uncle Vernon picked up Harry by the arm that had been broken and dragged him toward the door. Harry through the pain realized what was about to happen. He was about to be kicked out. In the middle of winter. Temperatures were seriously cold at this time, and Harry knew he wouldn't last long.

"Please Uncle you know I can't survive out there," Harry tried to plead with his Uncle, but with one look at his Uncle's face, he already knew that there was no stopping what was about to happen. Vernon simply slapped Harry in the face and opened the front door. Harry looked to the top of the staircase and saw his Aunt and Dudley. Aunt Petunia covered Dudley's eyes before Vernon promptly picked Harry up and carried him all the way to the sidewalk. He dropped Harry to the ground, looked Harry in the eye, and said, "Don't come back if you know what's good for you."

As Harry sat shivering in the cold he watched as Vernon walked inside, closed the door softly, and finally heard the click of the lock. Over the next two minutes, the lights slowly went out and Harry, sitting on the sidewalk outside the Dursley house, was all alone.

In the hour that he had been outside, the cold had already started to set in. After sitting in shock for fifteen minutes he finally decided to start walking. Where to? He didn't know. He did know that he needed to get as far as possible from Privet Drive. Too many people knew him, and too many people didn't care for him. But there was one person who he hadn't seen since he'd gotten locked in the closet. Roger. Roger was a bit strange, but since he had recently arrived in London he was not yet indoctrinated into the cult of hating Harry. Harry of course had no idea where Roger lived. Roger had shown him some zig-zag route from the school as they walked to his house, but there is no way Harry could recreate that.

So he started walking to the one place that had always made him feel calm. Even when the weather was only around 5 degrees Celsius, and he was in pajamas, he still found his way to the library. He walked straight up to the doors of the local library and pulled on the handle. The door rattled for a couple of seconds but didn't open. Of course, this library would be a dud.

Harry shivered again. It may not have been freezing temperatures, but he wasn't exactly a beefy kid. He looked for ways to get into the building that was not the front door. At first, he tried the employee entrance in the back, but it was locked as well. He started to lose hope. He was going to be stuck out in the cold and die! He started to hyperventilate. He couldn't do this, he was just a little kid. He sat down with his back to the door and began to cry. He stayed there for god knows how long until a startling small scream came from a lady that found him sitting in the fetal position with his back to the employee-only door. He jumped and looked up into the most dazzling green eyes. Green eyes that looked a lot like him.

A/N I have completely reworked the chapters to combine 1-3. I will be coming back to this story as I do every once in awhile. I will try to update as much as possible before I inevitably quit again. Thanks to those couple that did comment, I have some good ideas on where I will take this story and I hope I don't take too long to get to Hogwarts for you guys to get tired of me. These chapters were written so long ago I didn't really feel like doing a deep edit on them that I should so I am sorry for that. I hope you guys enjoy this story!