A young, ten year old boy with emerald green eyes and messy black hair was in his room, which was the cupboard under the stairs.
His Uncle had said that freaks always live in one, so he was placed in there when he turned four and it was where he had been sleeping ever since.
He started to wake up before his aunt could call him to get him to help finish the cooking for the family. Sometimes, he was allowed something small or just a slice of toast. His aunt was soon banging on the door.
"Up! Get up!" Aunt Petunia called to Harry outside his now unlocked room.
As he put his round glasses, so he could see better, he started to get up to leave his tiny room, but before he could his cousin Dudley came down the stairs.
"Get up! Get up! I want my food!" Dudley told him as he made heavy steps down the stairs, making dust fall from it and landing on him.
But the moment Harry got out of the cupboard, he was roughly pushed back in with the door shut behind him a little bit by his cousin.
After Harry got into the main room, he was pushed into the kitchen by his aunt.
"Don't try and burn anything boy. I don't won't anything ruining my Dudley-kin's birthday." Aunt Petunia told her supposed freak of a nephew, but then her son entered the room. "Here he is, the birthday boy."
"Happy birthday son." Uncle Vernon said to his son.
"How many are there?" Dudley asked his father.
"Thirty seven" Uncle Vernon told his son.
"Thirty seven? Last year I had thirty eight!" Dudley complained to his father in a more angry voice.
"They are bigger then last year." Uncle Vernon told his son.
"I don't care how big they are, I want more!" Dudley told him, only getting more angry about how many birthday presents he had.
"When we go to the zoo, Dudley-kin, we will buy two new presents for you." Aunt Petunia said, trying to calm him down.
"Being my coffee boy." Uncle Vernon commanded his nephew.
"Coming Uncle Vernon." Harry replied back as he brings his uncle's coffee to him.
"You, boy, are staying with Miss Figg today as I don't trust you with us." Uncle Vernon told him, revealing that he asked his neighbour to look after him for the day.
"But she is crazy as she got to many cats to look after." Harry tried to protest.
"You are going to her and that's final or you won't be getting any meals tonight." Uncle Vernon told Harry.
"Okay Uncle Vernon." Harry replied back him, defeated.
"We are leaving anyway boy, so I will take you to her and you will do what she wants from you or I will beat you for your behaviour." Uncle Vernon threatened.
So as Harry and his uncle left the house and headed over to number twelve, where Miss Figg and her many cats lived, she was already waiting for them at the door expectantly.
"Now get in there boy." Vernon said to Harry as he pushed him into the house hard, leaving a hand mark underneath his shirt.
After his Uncle left Harry at Miss Figg's, who had closed the front door and moved into the living room quickly, Harry could hear another man's voice, but this one sounded kind in a grandfatherly way.
"Ah, Mr Potter, do you know who I am?" The man asked, an old man with a long, white beard and strange clothing Harry never seen before.
"No sir I don't and how do you know my name?" Harry asked him curiously.
"My name is Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brain Dumbledore, you may call me Albus for now until you go to my school in a year time." The old man introduced himself in a grandfatherly voice.
"What school would that be Albus?" Harry asked him, getting more interested.
"A special school for young people like yourself Harry. " Albus replied.
"What, a school for freaks?" Harry asked woefully.
"No, my dear child! You, Harry, are a wizard!" Albus told him.
"Me? A wizard? I can't be a wizard, I am Harry, just Harry." Harry responded in shock.
"Well, Just Harry, what if I show you something to prove you are a wizard?" Albus offered.
"What would that be, Albus?" Harry asked.
"Harry, why not call out a name for me to see if he comes at your command." Albus explained to him.
"What name would that be ?" Harry reply with cautious interest.
"You must call Fawkes out, Harry. He is a every special bird, nothing compared to your everyday bird here." Albus Dumbledore told him.
"What type of bird is Fawkes, Albus?" Harry asked him, curious before he called out the name.
"He is a special bird, a legendary bird from myths. That all I say until you summon him, Harry." Albus told him in his grandfatherly voice, not annoyed by all of Harry's questions.
"Well, here I go then. FAWKES!" Harry call out for the legendary bird.
The bird itself appeared in front of the shocked boy in a burst of flame, who couldn't believe what he was seeing. A very beautiful, flame coloured bird was now standing on Albus Dumbledore's arm.
"You have summoned me, Master Potter." Fawkes said to the child in front of him, knowing why Albus got the boy to summon him.
"Are you talking to me?" Harry asked him in amazement.
"Yes. Only you, Master Potter, can understand us because of a special family member on your mother's side. Now, you must pay good attention to my master." Fawkes told him.
"Now, that interests me. I myself can not understand Fawkes, but you can. I have only known of wizards who can talk to snakes. But, the reason I am here is to tell you something else." Albus told him very calmly.
"What is that, Albus?" Harry asked him.
"You have another living aunt. Who somehow lost connection with your mother and her family after she died." Albus told him.
"I have another living aunt? When can I meet her? Where does she live?" Harry asked him, excited but serious.
"She is your mother's sister, the middle of the three of them. You may meet her today as she is already expecting you. She was the one who should have taken care of you instead of Petunia, which is my mistake alone. She lives in America. " Albus told him, genuinely remorseful but still calm.
"I get to go and live in America?" Harry asked him excitedly.
"Yes but I will take you to Hogwarts when you turn eleven years old." Albus responded.
"Are we going now?" Harry asked.
"Yes. Hold my arm, Harry, as we are Phoenix Flashing there." Albus Dumbledore told him, holding out his arm for him.
Just as Harry held onto his arm, they disappeared in flames, moving onto a new country.
He it is a remake for my Harry potter Horseland crossover begin, next chapter will be when Harry meet his new family.
I must really say thank you to my editor The Broken Mask.
reviews are always welcome.