Chapter 1: Lost, Thee May Be
The path is looking dimmer,
And no spark of hope, nor glimmer,
Seems to penetrate the dark,
Even as the song of the lark,
Creeps through the night,
You will lose the fight,
I know you are lost,
Hopefully freedom, comes not at a high cost.
- Corvus Nyx
Once upon a time, or so it is told, there was a place, on earth. Now this place on earth was on the continent of Europe, in the United Kingdom, in England, specifically a suburb of London called Surrey. It was a house, like all the others, albeit unremarkable when one looked at them all next to each other. This one house though, had something remarkable in it, and something terrible. This house was Number 4, Privet Drive. Within the walls of this house, most people would say, lived a man, his wife, and his son. However, a few people did notice, another young boy, whom also lived in the house, a miscreant they were of course informed, by the man and his wife. This boy, was, "Their good for nothing nephew" Or so the man was often quoted to say. This boy was an amazing child, with a destiny to save the world, and his uncle, was a completely unremarkable man, destined to nothing, except possibly, jail. Harry James Potter, the young amazing child, did not realize that such a thing was ahead for him, lucky for him, destiny, doesn't wait for anyone.
"Boy!" Shouted a fat old man, Vernon Dursley, which damn near scared Harry half to death.
Timidly, Harry looked up at his quite red faced uncle, "Yes sir?"
"What did I tell you about getting better grades then Dudley?" Vernon demanded, his face flashing back and forth between purple, red, and blue.
"I'm sorry sir; I thought Dudley had Bs so I shot for Cs."
"Obviously, you thought wrong you nitwit, good for nothing child," Vernon pulled his hand back, open palmed, and struck Harry across the face, a normal occurrence from the six year olds point of view.
Harry tried very hard not to fall, or grip his face and just sent his uncle a steel cold glare, from his emerald eyes.
"Go weed, and start on dinner boy and maybe" He stressed, "I'll let you eat some scraps before you get put in the cupboard." Vernon said, with a look of high and mightiness about him, partnered with an air of smugness and arrogance.
"Thank you sir," And off Harry went to do his chores.
Harry sat on the grass weeding, while nursing his cheek, that would not stop stinging, and thought to himself, "Someday they will know what they put me through. Some day they'll pay." Anger rose in him and a small fire started on the weeds.
Harry frantically attempted to put it out, first by blowing it out and then by stamping it out. The fire, would not stop though, and so it grew. Harry then ran and grabbed the garden hose, turned it on, and let it go full-fledged onto the fire, putting it out instantly. It was not soon enough to save Harry though.
"Boy!" Harry heard the roar of the whale as his uncle rounded on him, grabbed him by the neck and through him into the house immediately. "How dare you try to burn down our house?" He growled and got out a stick, he called his smelting stick. Vernon got down and pinned Harry down with his fat, crushing the boy a bit under him, he then proceeded to hit the child with the stick. "You deserve this you know." He told the boy. Vernon got up off Harry who was rolling around in pain and then kicked his stomach, chest, and head. Harry was heavily injured. He couldn't help but cry out in pain, but Vernon wouldn't have it. He grabbed the stick and brought it down hard on Harry's head.
"You better learn your fucking lesson boy!" Vernon yelled, before grabbing the bleeding, hurt child in his arms and tossing him into the cupboard. "You'll be here for four days this time." Vernon said.
Harry laid in the cupboard in agony, crying his heart out as he nursed his wounds. After an hour of crying Harold James Potter, blacked out.
Hours later, Harry woke up, with a very light head, and a sick feeling in his stomach. He cried, and begged for help. Until his head and body felt almost dead, and then, he mumbled .
"I beg of anyone, and everyone, to save me from this hell. I am lost and cannot find the door, save me from the evil boar. Save me I beg, I cannot see the light. Help me find, my way from this plight. I know not where the end of my days lay, but I pray, it is not here."
That is when Harry James Potter, passed out from pure exhaustion.
Please understand, I am horrible with childhood things, so yes, the first couple of chapters will be short, but I plan to have them get progressively longer. Do tell me what you think, make suggestions, offer ideas, I love to know what my readers think.
If anyone wishes to be a beta reader for me, do contact me.
Corvus Nyx, aka Lady Pandora M. Valac
