Prologue
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE POTTERVERSE. AS I AM MALE AND NOT A MILLIONAIRE I AM OBVIOUSLY NOT J.K ROWLING. I WILL ONLY SAY THIS ONCE.
~parseltongue~
'Thoughts'
^Goblinspeak^
"English"
1988 - England - Surrey
All seems normal in Privet Drive, Little Whinging. But the unfortunate lesson needed to be learned by the greater world is nothing is as it appears from a facade. This moral holds especially true in the pristine home of the Dursley family, No. 4 Privet Drive.
Inside a young boy of eight lays crying in a cupboard under the stairs, while his relatives, the ever normal Dursleys, are enjoying a delicious meal cooked by the boy in question. The child has been known by many names, freak and boy amongst them. He was called Harry but prefers Hadrian as Harry reminds him of the relatives he hates so much. Hadrian hisses as the door jerks open blinding him with the hall light before and immensely overweight figure cast his shadow over him.
"BOY! IF YOU DON'T CEASE YOUR BLUBBERING THERE WILL BE NO FOOD FOR A WEEK!" The fat man yells. Hadrian clutches his broken wrist to his chest, and takes deep breaths while turning away from door. Big mistake. The walrus of a man grabs Hadrian and slams him into the floor outside before giving a vicious kick which results in a loud crack. "Turn your back on me freak, maybe you'll learn your lesson this time." A woman comes from the kitchen and upon seeing Hadrian's prone form gives a gleeful cackle. "Vernon, best give the freak some more attention. Afterwards you should send him out to sleep in the yard. Best thing for his freakishness."
The man, Vernon, adopts a thoughtful expression before pulling off his belt. "Right you are Pet, bring our fine boy to watch how to get the freak where it hurts." The horsefaced woman, Petunia, smiles cruelly and calls out for his cousin. "Diddykins, Daddy wants to teach you how to give the freak a lesson.!" All that Hadrian can hear afterwards is a pounding sound that seems to, quite literally, shake the entirety of the house. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
"You called Mum? Am I gonna teach the freak a lesson?" A second, smaller, smaller walrus appears from the kitchen where the smells of food emanate and exacerbate Hadrian's already painfully empty stomach to growling. The noise draws the attention of all three Dursleys. Vernon's face starts to grow red. "Dudley, the ungrateful freak seems to want to eat more of our hard earned food. Teach him a lesson and hit as hard as you can." Vernon hands his belt made of sturdy leather to his eagerly grinning son. Dudley, takes it and begins to hit him as yards and fast as he can while Hadrian curls into a protective ball and wishes it to be over. The adults look on their son with prideful eyes that he is an upstanding member of society by beating the freaks with fervour.
"Dudley, good job son! The freak will learn not to be ungrateful now!" Vernon seems especially gleeful at his sons antics. He gives a vicious grin and picks Hadrian up before throwing him out the back door. Hadrian's landing causes something to shatter and a pop sounds. The last things Hadrian hears as his vision his fades is an angry squeak of a voice. 'atleast it will be over soon.'
ELF POV.
"BAD MIPS! BAD MIPS, YOUS FAILED MASTER HARRY!" The scream tears from my throat before I turn and smash my head into a wall and wail. My behaviour may seem weird to those who don't know what a house-elf is. My name as you can probably ascertain is Mips. I am Master Harry's personal elf tasked by Master James and Mistress Lily to look after their son. I am about to continue punishing myself when I feel my Elfbond snap back into place.
"Master Harry is alive!" I am about to dance in joy when I feel Master Harry's pain and fear over our empathy link. I elf-pop to his side and see fat humans and horse woman throw Master into the ground and laugh. Master is severely injured and hungry. I gather my elfmagics and blast the humans back into the house. "Yous shall not hurt Master anymore!"
I am about to blast them again when I feel Master's magic fading. "Master Harry is injured! Beyond elf magics to heal!" I am wailing when I suddenly remember an ancient goblin that blessed Master when he was born as is done only for the Potter Line as the only Goblin-Friends around. I gather Master Harry into my arms and pop him away to the Goblin Bank, Gringotts.
GRINGOTTS LOBBY
An elf popping an injured wizard into the bank is understandably an uncommon occurrence. As such many Goblin Guards rushed and surrounded the elf and it's charge. The elf waves it hands and wails. "Master Harry is Goblin-Friend and is injured beyond elf magics." The identity of the only Goblin-Friend left comes to mind and shocks the watching crowds and a teller named Griphook, rushes and calls a Healer from the caverns. They rush forward and begin scanning with magics. The goblin healer starts getting angry and fires a near endless stream of curses before turning to the elf and asks with barely restrained fury. "Who did this to a child! The boy has six broken ribs, a skull fracture, a broken wrist, badly healed bones, extensive scars and infected sounds coupled with severe malnutrition! That is not even counting the the horcrux and and bindings on his core and abilities." The wizards in the vicinity are gasping as the injuries mount and the identity of the boy passes through there heads... 'Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived'.
"EVIL MUGGLES DID THIS TO MASTER HARRY! I couldn't get near til today because of powerful wizard magics!" Mips is in near hysterics and a wave of anger passes through the goblins at the mention of a wizard which they all know of. The goblin guards ask for the address and leave to capture the tormentors of the last Goblin-Friend. A scream emanates from Hadrian and his eyes snap open showing spinning commas of black and white. He passes out as he is levitated onto a stretcher and rushes to the hospital of Gringotts. There is one word that passes through the goblin minds that moment. 'Sharingan'.
AN: SHOULD I CONTINUE THIS AND WHAT IS YOUR OPINION SO FAR? ALL REVIEWS ARE WELCOMED! Signing off: LordFiachra23