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Story summary: How would Harry Potter turn out if raised by Marge's neighbor?
A Coronal's son
I had learned on thing over the years from going to Hogwarts and being brought back into the magical world. One thing is that most wizards and witches had very little in the ways of common sense and the longer most muggleborns stead in the so called world of magic the more they lost their common sense.
My first year the oh so great headmaster had basically told a school full of children to stay way form some place yes he did say we could end up meeting a very painful death. But to tell the children was pointless it only ensured they would go and see what it was about. Than the following year, with everyone believing me to be the heir of Slytherin, I wanted so badly to tell them to write the goblins they could tell you I was not the heir. I had in fact done so before leaving the school. I count myself luck that I had never told anyone to write as it turns out I am the heir.
Who knew my mother was not a muggle born after all, than last year with Padfoot breaking out. I thought to ask why he never broke out when I start my first year. I would have made an easier target than and I would have more than likely gotten kissed. The only thing that saved my from that fate was Professor Lupin lessons. I had hoped to ended up living with him but the rat had escaped and Snape I refuse to think him as a Professor as he has yet to teach me anything beside the fact he is a hateful man. I would have lived in a cave with Padfoot as anything was better that where I was at.
I found it odd the Headmaster and most of the school thought I was living with the Dursleys family. They had died some years ago, they along the aunt Marge, Dudley and her dog ripper had been killed when some person broke into our house. The only thing that saved my life that night was the fact I was forced to sleep under the stairs and I had been locked in to.
I learned later on what they had been doing to me was wrong. I had no other family left and was sent to a foster home for a little while that did not work out as I was found to be too odd for that family liking. I was lucky to be taken in by an old friend of Aunt Marge's. He was a no nonsense man who in his younger years worked in the medical part of her Queen forces. He pushed me to do my best. It was thanks to him I had just started my a-levels when my Hogwarts letter came.