A/N: I have a few chapters of this written...not sure if i will post them or rewrite them...
constructive critizism is valued :D Just no hating please, If you find you don't like it please don't read it :/
Enjoy!
Prologue
Harry Potter always believed the professor McGonagall was misinformed when she suggested Harry had luck. Harry believed he had bad luck to get in the situation, and then good luck to get out the situation. And when looking back over his past luck, he can't help but think his life would be better with no luck whatsoever.
Thinking further Harry's luck is predominately bad, as a long line of occurrences lift him in the situation he was now in. When tracing back it has more to do with fate than luck. Fate made a prophecy. Fate had lily and James change the secret keeper. Harry wasn't sure who to blame Voldemort on. Surely fate doesn't hate him that much? No wait, yes she does.
So then fate landed him in the hands of a manipulative man who has a blind spot somewhere between the greater good and Idiotic actions, (Let's not mention his dressing style) who had the bright idea to place him into the "loving" care of the Dursleys and never glance back. That comes under the Idiot actions blind spot.
So Harry was brought up unloved and unwanted. Being the intelligent teenager he has grown into he tries not to look into the psychological effects that may have had on him. Such as being "touch starved", there is nothing he loves more than snuggling with Crookshanks in a comfy chair by the fire, much to Hermione's amusement and Ron's disgust. He tried with Hedwig and got a "no" in owl speak.
During his stay at the Dursleys he was used, abused (harry hunting...) and lied to. His saving grace was magic. Leaving for Hogwarts, hoping beyond belief he was going for good. Only to be faced with nightmare situations at school and being sent back to the Dursleys with a pat on the head every time.
Then fourth year. He gave up on wanting to be human. It happened somewhere between his name coming out of the goblet and Voldemort cutting his arm open and duelling him. Harry's will was failing. He had been brought out of hell into and haven only to be shoved back to hell every summer. Not to mention his school activities.
The first time he really thought about it was when Sirius seemed to have a better life when he was in his animagus form. He seemed… free. Harry wanted that. Freedom. Sounded nice, being a pet. Being loved unconditionally. So he became one.
Harry was undecided if he should follow through with his plan to run away or to remain with the Dursleys. It was a difficult decision, as he knew they were protected. But he wasn't sure how long he would stay safe before the Dursleys killed him. Or just Dudley. He almost managed it last time by bashing Harry's head with a tire iron. Harry only survived because police patrol the park that the incident occurred in.
Dudley running (waddling) towards him with his gang of bullies was what decided it for him. Harry gave one more look back at the house he has lived in and mused that it was never a home. Harry changed.
And ran….
A/N: Do you want more? Any suggestions on animals is fine too...