Time :- 2nd August,1991 Location :- 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England P.O.V :- Author's
In this fic, the world will remain as it was in the Canon or as you would say the books till the mentioned date. FYI this is after the time when Harry goes to Diagon Alley for getting his wand.
The street of Privet Drive was a very cold one indeed. And the fact that it was almost the start of winters, did not help. However, the one thing that was unusual in this part of Little Whinging or more importantly Surrey was that a house witha small parking lot, a small garden, and a garage, along side a not so big or small house. This was the Dursley's house. Not an apartment or a palace or a bungalow or villa but a house. A typical British house in the far colder side of the area. Anyway, what was unusual was the fact that who lived here.
No not the Dursley family, if you can call those fucked up fatsobs a family of 3 people whose weight if actually counted was more than of 5 people. No. We are talking about the unusual child that lived with them. The last decendent of the Potter family. Still didn't got the reference? Well we are talking about the boy-who-lived. From what you ask? From who-shall-not-be-named. Yeah I know what a shitass name. Actually his name was Tom Marvallo Riddle, better known as Lord Voldmert in the Wizarding world. What's the Wizarding world? It's the community of decendents of Hecate who are settled in all over Europe. But they don't know anything about the world of the godly world. All except a few. And one of them you would be meeting soon. Well a few of them.
Let's talk about this Potter folk. His parents died while trying to save him from voldy-vorty. Sorry Voldemort. Apparently there was a prophecy that a child born at the end of the 7th month would kill him and his rule. And our precious dear child of the Potter family was this child. Born at 31 July,1980.
So apparently Voldy (let's call him that, 'cause it's short.) decided that he would kill this boy. Oh! Did I tell you that his magic backfired due to some reason and he died. Well not died. But we will see of that later. And so did his parents. And he was the only person alive after that particular form of magic, an unforgivable curse. The killing curse...
Adava Kedrava!
See I got you there. I wish I had a wand... No! You would all die! Back to the discussion, this Potter folk was Harry James Potter. A very powerful wizard. Had a bank vault with lots and lots of money in Gringotts Bank of wizards. Check. Had a wand of 11 inches, Holly, and Phoenix Feather. Check. Also famous in the Wizarding world as the defeater of the the dark lord ~cough voldy cough~.
But what was more special was that he thought he would be spend the rest of the month peacefully alone. Boy! How wrong was he to jinx himself. Warning! Never jinx yourself when you are dealing with jackson law. Oh! Didn't knew about that? Well it's like Murphy law but has been discovered by our great Perseus Jackson.
P.O.V change :- Harry's
Waking up in a cold winter morning was not something I looked forward to. Of course I have to get used to it as my school is in Scotland.
Oh! Where are my manners?! Hello Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you. And also a soon to be part time student in the Europe's biggest and the best Wizarding School. Hey and don't tell anyone. Not even the author. Jezz, he is a headache when provoked.
{Author grumbling in background and saying something like 'yeah yeah'}
I just picked my stuff a few days ago from the Diagon Alley. And now I am waiting for the 31th, August of morning. I am hoping all this time goes well. Because if not then... I don't know what will happen. Well time to cook breakfast. So meet you soon folks. Bye!