A.N.- Nothing belongs me except the plot.

Chapter - Normality a Lie.


It was the time of day when birds left the skies to return to their homes. People who worked from morning to evening came back home from a very labourious day as it showed on their exhausted faces. They were greeted by their loved ones at door and exchanged greetings like any other day. Everyday the same cycle was performed automatically by the people of the Privet Drive till of course, the weekend came. And they relished in this lifestyle.Their gardens, up to date cars, decent clean houses with tiles of white marble on the walls,their posh lifestyle... all was the fruit of the labour they went through everyday.And don't tell them otherwise because their cut throat wives would tear your ear from one to other side with their shrill voice.

Dursleys would like to say that they were one of the 'prestigious' hard working successful families of the place but only they knew if they were because nobody can lie to themselves no matter how hard they try. But their front was so strongly maintained that you couldn't find a flaw in the family even if you wanted to. Everything was so well maintained that people had to look twice at the family members to swallow the truth that it was that family which lived in that house. Reason ... well there was a giant walrus with a mini giant walrus and a horse like woman. Of course, we are talking about the Mr and Mrs Dursley and their son. Exact description of the family was that. But ... there is always a 'but'. Inside the house there lived a another boy. Same in age as their son. Difference was his appearance, his old faded rags, his unruly black as night hair, beautiful distinctive green eyes and round brimmed glasses. He was epitome of everything Dursleys' were not. He will work all day in the garden of his caretakers and if he finished early his aunt send him to neighborhood to do their gardens or other chores if asked to while their own spawns bullied him while he worked for them and theirs. As long as he remembered, he had done that. Made breakfast for the Dursley's in the morning, did the garden in the afternoon and before sunset he was asked to return home if not ... well bye bye dinner.

Mostly he was ignored or berated. It was like they didnt even wanted him in the house. Nothing news to him. There was a reason behind it. Oh, yes... there was. There was a reason why they didnt bother with him for some years. There was a reason his 'larger than house' Uncle carried a cane to walk around. There was reason why his cousin didn't partake in his friends' activities which mainly targeted him. If anyone asked Vernon Dursley why he needed a cane to walk... he would say 'old age was catching up to him' or it was a long time injury but he knew otherwise. Sometimes, his Uncle would slap him on the back of his head in frustration or if he was drowned in alcohol when he was in that swinging fat hand zone. So, he kept his distance from his Uncle for safety.

They didn't entroll him in a school because he wasn't intelligent enough. Oh... he was dumb child of 'worthless good for nothing' people who drank and killed themselves in car crash.Talk about hypocrites, eh? Only if you listened to his relatives...of course. He was not good enough to go to school but he was sent to private tutors with Dudley, his cousin. Only they could explain the reason behind it.

Every night when he went to sleep in his room, he would dream about 'strange things'. Strange people. Strange places. Strange beings that neither his books mentioned nor he for once saw on TV. He would think about them all day long. Only thing for sure, he would never ask his relatives about them because he cared about his well being. But strangest of them was that he was intimidated by them when they didn't abused him like before or starved him...not that it didnt happened now when he did something wrong that didnt sit well with his aunt but not to that extent of some years back. He knew strange things happened around him. That he...wasn't normal to be put politely because his aunt had some colourful words for his existence. But Harry didn't care.He did once... Oh, yes... He did.But that time was long gone. When he was a mere child. Always looking for his aunt's approval. Always trying to be a good enough child in his aunt's eyes.But it wasn't enough ...it was never enough. And one day something happened and now his presence was not even given attention for once. Like he was some object that had no use but still it was in the house for no reason.

Harry was coming back from a neighbour's house after taking care of their garden. Mrs.Madden was a housewife like many others but she liked to think she was more than that. Thats why he had to do more than their garden. Cleaning house and all that while she sipped her drink and read some books. Harry couldn't make any sense of people like them.

Entering the house he heard whispered furious voices. His uncle had come home before him and he wasn't happy about something if you listened intently. He opened the door and moved inside.

"... its all right, you have worked hard for them surely they know you are the best they have for this.. "

"...I DID! NOW HE HAS THE GALL TO SAY 'YOU DON'T HAVE CAPABILITY TO DO WHAT IS GOOD FOR THE COMPANY' LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS GOOD OR BAD. I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS PETUNIA!!! NOW THEY HAD TO GO BEHIND MY BACK.. "

Things were not goods. As he entered the room he discreetly tried to move into his room as quickly as possible without being noticed. But fate had other ideas.

"Look who is here! Petunia welcome him. Give him a seat to sit so that he can see what I have been through because of him... "

Harry startled. He moved his head and watched as his uncle took a long drink from the bottle in his hand and slammed in on the table where it broke. His aunt called his uncle's name but he wasn't listening.

"YOU HEAR ME BOY! ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU HAVE BEEN PAIN IN THE ARSE SINCE THE DAY YOUR FREAKS DROPPED YOU ON MY DOORSTEP! YOU WHO DON'T APPRECIATE WHAT WE HAVE DONE FOR YOU! YOU!!!.. "

His uncle moved before he knew, his cane in his hand and along with it he grabbed him with both hands from his collar and hung him in air. He tried to move but was too shocked to give a response.

NO MORE!! YOU HEAR ME! I AM Goin' to GET RID OF YOU TODAY FOR GOOD! I AM SICK OF YOU BOY!!!!! YOU FRRRREAK!!! I'LL END YOU TODAY!!... "

"VERNON! RELEASE HIM! VERNON! WHAT DID I TELL YOU! VERNON!... "

His aunt tried to grasp his uncle's arms but before she could reach him, Vernon moved and slammed Harry on the glass table with such force that it broke and Harry gave a sharp gurgled cry of pain. Within seconds he lost control of his body as it started expanding and he felt dizzy and the last thing he remembered was the shocked wide eyes of his relatives.


Pain might have ended for Harry but it was the start of much more than pain for the residents of the No. 4 Privet Drive.

Petunia watched as the body of her nephew changed into a black concentrated fluid which moved as his eyes turned white and then the Fluidy substance engulfed his face.Then there was long wailed cry which to her guess shook the whole Privet Drive to core. As the dark black smoke thing gave a long cry it expanded itself like unbalanced tentacles... like it was stretching and then within a blink of eye it struck Vernon with such force that he was thrown away from ground and collided with the wall nearby and his head burst.Blood was everywhere. Before she could move or speak the thing was upon herself and she knew no more.


Arabella Figg was just coming back from a long walk with her two kittens to her home. Both Casper and Leia were too young to be left free to move around. So, she always took them with her to move them around. She was just a few yards away from her home before a loud wail startled her. She moved her head to to know where it came from before another more dangerous and alien cry struck like a viper which caused the hair on her neck to stand. Then she heard loud thuds from the direction in which she was looking. Her hands started shaking but as she started moving towards the house...a loud giangatic blast...like a bomb has been disposed and No. 4 of Privet Drive turned to dust before her.


The Local police would come and try to connect some dots to make sense of the vast destruction of the Privet Drive but only if it so simple. They would notice people laid on streets with pale faces and shocked eyes with uncertain marks on them. They would find people under the rubble of their homes. They would find death and gore all over and wouldn't be able to explain the cause of it because it was not just a bomb explosion but far from it. And then after some days they would accept it as a gas explosion or some other calamity and go on with their day for it was meant to be. But we who witnessed, we who had knowledge of the cause behind such atrocity knew different or did we?