Chapter three:
Harry chuckled to himself as he sat down after making his own breakfast in the kitchen. His family eating theirs in the Dining room but he was, once again, not remembered. He got used to the fact long ago. It started of small, not cleaning his room, forgetting to add a fourth chair for dinners, forgetting to clean his room etc. But Harry brushed all of this off that is until it all came to a head on his 6th birthday.
Flashback.
Potter manor was filled with more people than it had for a year. Why not? After all it was the Boy-Who-Lived's 6th birthday. Harry stood next to James jnr. While James has a mountain of presents Harry had conspicuously smaller pile. That being none at all. When he asked Lily about it on his 5th birthday she said it was because his present would come later. After hurrying off into the kitchen with James. Later he found out it was a new broom with the receipt saying it was bought just half an hour ago. He took no notice of it.
So this year when he had no presents he didn't question it he just stood back and let James with a greedy expression on his face dive into the presents, after all what he didn't like or broke Harry would get. Then when they brought in the birthday cake it said 'Happy Sixth birthday James' and they cheered as he blew out the candle. When Harry asked "Where is my cake mum?" she looked at him with a horrible, guilty sensation in her eyes, and told him that it was coming over. When she finally came back out of the kitchen she was covered in flour and instead of the extravagant cake that was James she brought out a small, overcooked, deformed cake with light icing on it in a sloppy "Happy Sixth Birthday Harold". That was when he realised that his parents had forgotten him. Hell they didn't even know his name! He forced his emotions into a happy smile and he took the cake with a "Thank you Mother" Then she smiled, a look of relief in her eyes as she turned away.
Flashback end.
Harry shook his head as if it could shake the memory from his head. His occlumency didn't usually fail like this but, he supposed, today was traditionally his worst day (2nd being Halloween). He chuckled again after he banished the memory into the darkest corner of his mind only to be taken over by the thought of what his parents faces would look like after seeing that he got his Hogwarts letter. You see, Harrys parents thought him to be a squib. Any accidental magic that happened around him and James, James got the credit and thus they thought him to be extraordinarily powerful due to his excessive amount of accidental magic. Harry himself now didn't do accidental magic. He crafted his own makeshift wand when he was eight and before that had been doing controlled wandless magic. He only used the wand when he needed a bit of power. He had learned to control his magic at eight and decided to make a wand to help with focused magic, wand grip and duelling. He walked into the dining room to receive his school owl, just in time, for the owls came flying in, two owls, Harrys parents were looking at them in confusion. 'Of course they would be' he thought. 'They thought I was a squib'. When the owl landed in front of him he casually untied the letter from the owls' leg and read it.
Dear Mister H. Potter,
This is a letter regarding you joining The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed are the necessary details to send your reply and what you will need for the school year.
Yours Sincerely,
Albus Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (Supreme Mugwump,
Head of the ICW,
Headmaster of Hogwarts)
He chuckled once again at the look of utter surprise on his parents faces before leaving for his bedroom.
Chapter three:
As Harry entered his bedroom he noticed a red envelope, almost blazing, as he cast a spell on it to check it's harmless. It came back negative. So he opened it carefully.
Dear whatever your name is,
Welcome to this letter. It is about Akren, Institute of Chaos. And, don't ask me why, she personally wanted me to wright this letter to you a human of all things. Inviting you to come to this school. A bit of information for you. We would be considered a Spartan school to you. Any and probably all stories you've heard about this school are probably true. We are also the brother school to serenity, institute for arcane magicks, we share the same building, and the same grounds. Our classes are the same the only difference is that the institute of serenity is for girls the institute for chaos is boys. It has been the other way around before but today it is this way around. The school has asked me to wright this down for you. Do they really care about you? Observe them for a few days and see if they really do care. If they do not then please accept my invitation. You have potential, Chosen one, do not let it go to waste.
We are a boarding school, boarding throughout the whole year. Our students consist of Vampires, Werewolves and Fae. Enclosed is what you need. A wand.
Alastair Nekovitch.
Vice Head of Akren.
Harry sat there, stunned. He had heard about Akren. The school where students die every year, where teachers fund mutilated bodies in their own room. He shivered, he had heard plenty of horror stories about Akren yet the idea seemed strangely… appealing.
He spent the next three days searching his parents eyes for any sign that they would miss him, unsuccessfully, he even, in desperation, spent the last night hiding In the garden the whole day until very, very late at night. No one even looked for him.
The next day, as the sun rose, he sat there, fingering the letter thinking they really don't care about me. I want to go to Akren. Then, as if by magic, he disappeared from England. Only to be seen 4 years later.
AN:
Can I have just 50 reviews saying that they like my story and want me to continue? I posted all three of these chapters in 5 minutes because I had done them earlier so I know that I shouldn't have any already. But I don't want to wright a story that will make me look like a fool or doesn't get read. so please 50 reviews and I will post some new chapters.