A/N: Welcome back guys, so there have been some pleas for more updates. I just want to say that here in Australia, the holidays just finished two days ago so school has started again and I'll be quite busy with assignments and such so I won't have enough time to do more than a chapter. Remember guys, I'm only fifteen!

Anyway, there were suggestions for whether Molly, Ginny and Ron should make life hell for Harry and I have considered them quite thoroughly. Thank you for them. If anyone has anymore suggestions, don't be afraid to share them!

Okay, that's enough from me.

"You'll be in here until we get back you little shit!" spat uncle Vernon. He slammed the door in Harry's face and locked him in the cupboard under the stairs. Harry heard the front door closing and the distinct sound of a car rolling out of the driveway a few minutes later. Now he was in the dark with nothing but the silence of No. 4 Privet Drive.

"Well shit just hit the roof." Sighed Harry.

'You should have let me bite them. Make them die slowly and painfully.' Snarled Apophis.

'In front of the medic, are you crazy!' Harry exclaimed in his head. 'They would have killed you then went and take them somewhere to get the anti-venom.'

'Since I am your familiar, my venom is magically stronger as well and will negate their stupid muggle antivenom anyway.'

'Muggle?' Harry asked.

'They are the humans who cannot do magic.' Apophis answered.

'Oh, okay. Well do you reckon you can help me get out of here? You said you will teach me some magic so I was wondering when we can start.'

'Soon, but not now. I have a plan to escape but we have to wait until the that hippo comes back.'

'What is it?'

'Right, when he comes in and opens the door, I will…'

Vernon Dursley drove up the driveway of No. 4 Privet Drive and turned the engine off. He left Petunia with Dudley at the hospital because she just couldn't leave him there alone when he was in so much pain. But Vernon came home to finish off some business. He was going to show that little brat that he will not tolerate such violence against his family. He will yet beat the freakishness of the boy out of him.

"I'm back boy!" Vernon said almost giddy, as he took his belt off his pants. "I'll teach you to hurt my family."

Vernon unlocked the door of the cupboard and ripped it open. His face turned into one of fear when he came face to face with a snake leaping towards his head and wrapping itself around it.

He didn't care how the snake got here. He was more worried about getting it off. But every time he felt himself getting loose from the snake's grip, it will just tighten itself again harder than before. Suddenly he felt something puncture two holes in his neck and the most unbearable pain he ever felt. It was like someone poured hot oil into his body and spreading itself out throughout it. He fell to his knees just wishing to just die. Vernon let out one more gasp before he slumped on the floor dead.

Harry watched as his uncle collapsed on the used-to-be-clean floor. Even though he knew that this will happen, Harry still felt guilty. Not because he saw his uncle getting attacked by his familiar and doing nothing about it. No, he felt guilty because he felt nothing. He didn't feel happy nor did he feel sad about his death. Only nothing.

"Your uncle is the most disgusting thing these fangs have ever touched." Complained Apophis who looked like he was going to be sick.

"I bet. So, what do we do now?"

"I haven't planned this far ahead. But I would suggest taking whatever money he has on him and going to London and look for somewhere to stay. Until you get your letter, there isn't much we can do."

Harry took a bus to London with Apophis in his tattoo form. It was better this way than having to explain why a venomous snake was following him. As he sat down he spotted a familiar looking man who was wearing a very weird set of clothes waving at him. Harry shyly waved back and the man stood up from where he sat and to Harry's horror, sat back down next to him.

"Dedalus Diggle Mr. Potter." Dedalus said as he shook Harry's hand." It's great to finally be able to talk to you."

Realisation dawned on Harry as he told Apophis to calm down and to stop him from attacking the man.

"I remember. You bowed to me once while I was out shopping with my aunt."

"Thank Merlin, you remember me! It truly is a great honour to speak to you. After all, the whole wizarding world owes you for you and your parents' sacrifice."

"What do you mean?" asked a confused Harry. "My aunt and uncle told me that they were nothing but useless layabouts who died in a car accident and had me dumped at their doorstep."

Dedalus's face turned from smiling to outrage. The saviour of the wizarding world, didn't know his own story when every other child knew his. It was unacceptable.

"Now listen here," Dedalus said. "whatever your aunt and uncle told you about your parents are not true. They were brave honourable people and I had the greatest privilege of working beside them."

"Wait, you knew my parents?"

"Yes, young Mister Potter, I did. They were the kindest most friendly people anyone could ever meet. They are very respected in our world because they helped out bring down the darkest wizard in centuries.

"The tale of how they died is a very sad one and it involves you." Harry gulped at this. Anticipation filled his stomach up as he was waiting on hearing how his parents really died. "Many years ago, there was a wizard who went as dark as anyone can, his name was Lord Voldemort," at this Dedalus shivered. "But everyone called him you know who because they were all frightened of him. There were some who stood up against him including your parents. But one night, he came out to find and kill your parents. They fought bravely but were no match for him. And then he tried to kill you."

"Voldemort tried t-to kill m-me?" Harry whispered.

"That is right Mister Potter. He tried to kill you," he said sadly. "But that is why you're famous. You know who was able to kill a lot of wizards and witches, even really powerful ones, but he couldn't kill you. And you were only a baby. His spell rebounded off you and back at him. He died that night and it was because a baby was able to stop him. That is why you have that scar." At this, Harry's hand immediately moved towards his scar on his forehead. It was shaped like a lightning bolt and was previously told it was a souvenir from the car accident. "That scar is no normal scar. That is a scar from when a dark curse touches you."

A/N: This is the third chapter of my story done. I would appreciate any reviews and suggestions. Also if you would like to make the cover image for this story, I would be more than happy to let you. You can send it to me through DM on Instagram. My username is andrei_falls03.

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