October 31, 1981 – 4:30 PM – the Cottage at Godric's Hollow

Harry James Potter was enjoying his second Halloween, giggles could be heard from across the small cottage as the two adults enjoyed their time with the fifth-teen mouth old.

Harry giggled as his father played with him; he was by now walking around the house dragging his parents along for the ride. He was a playful boy at the sweet age of fifth-teen months, peek-a-boo and hide-n-go seek were among his favorite games, although his parents found him quite quickly.

Harry loved this day, the little bit of decorations setup were extremely entertaining for the young boy, oh and don't get him started on the sweets. He popped a live chocolate frog into his mouth after squishing it in his hand for a moment before. Harry giggled as the frog fought furiously to avoid being eating whole by the young boy, with a final chomp said child swallowed the animated amphibian.

"James don't let him eat too many of those frog or he'll never get to sleep tonight!" His mother called from the other room.

"Yes Lily dear!" James called back reaching over to grab the frog in Harry's hand before it was… eaten. Too late, fate had decreed that this one was a goner as little Harry Potter became all chocolate frogs worst nightmare, tearing the head off his final frog. James smiled grabbing up the nearby boxes as Harry made a playful dash for another, James shook his head "Nope, No more for you little boy." He made a weird face at Harry making the toddler pout cutely.

James put the frog boxes onto the nearby table and went back to pick up Harry, only to notice he was gone. He groaned as the little boy ran into the next room before slowly following.

Lily walked in carrying little Harry backwards on her hip smiling gently at the toddler in her arm. Grinning downwards, James leaned down and blew a raspberry onto the toddlers exposed belly. Harry giggled excitedly has his father blew another.

"What shall we do with this little boy? I found him running around the other room." Lily said jokingly. Harry just looked up to his mothers face and pouted cutely again, making James laugh at Lily's face.

"He did that one to me earlier Lil's don't cave in to his demands!" James said. This apparently caused Harry to focus his 'pout face power' over to James once again. His father cried out and turned away putting his hands on his eyes. As Harry's giggles could be heard throughout the house for the rest of the family's peaceful night. At the same time the most powerful wizard in the country was making plans for his own Halloween celebration. This included the death of a little boy.

October 31, 1981 – 8:30 PM – The Cottage at Godric's Hollow

The small Cottage was still filled with giggles and small amounts of laughter. Harry Potter didn't know it but he was enjoying the last moments of his time with his parents. Small puffs of different colored smoke exited his father's wand as he attempted to grab each one quite fruitlessly, but to the young fifth-teen month old it was extremely amusing.

Lily Potter entered and smiled brightly at the two playful boys. "Bed time for this little boy I think it's been a very long day for him!" Harry could only pout as he looked up to his mother, but faltered as he yawned a great long one. Lily giggled as his father picked him up and handed him to his mother and they headed upstairs to his bedroom.

They had reached his room, and he heard a loud bang! As the front door had apparently burst open, his mother looked down to him a worried looked passed over her face.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Lily Potter was now openly crying as she quickly started pushing a rather large dresser in attempt to barricade herself in the room, boxes started piling up as she franticly moved.

A loud 'Avada Kedavra!' came from downstairs and she screamed for her loss, tears falling down she still attempted to barricade herself into the small bedroom.

Then she just stopped and looked down to him, her face was beautiful even tear streaked as it was now. She planted a large kiss on his forehead and whispered 'I love you' one final time before backing away from the door which was now being forced open by the individual who had attacked his father.

The person, who was cloaked, gave a final wave of his stick as the last of the barricade was cast aside. His mother dropped him into his crib one final time and turned around as Harry stood back up behind his mother. She was now standing hands out as to shield him from view or from this person.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl. . . stand aside now."

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead—"

"This is my last warning—"

"Not Harry! Please . . . have mercy. . . have mercy. . . . Not Harry! Not Harry!

Please—I'll do anything—"

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"

A sickening green light filled the room as Harry watched his mother fall to the ground. Harry resolved not to cry as the man now approached him the stick facing at him now. He couldn't help but to cry for his fallen mother as the man approached even closer his face grimaced and formed a deep look of loathing.

"Avada Kedavra!" The green bolt of energy flew at Harry as he cried eyes closed. It hit him in the head and he felt as if he was going to pass out as he opened his eyes once more the green bolt shot back towards the person in black. Everything exploded as the energy absorbed its old master and destroyed his body, the entire wall exploded outwards and everywhere around him fire started. Harry James Potter finally passed out onto his apparently fireproof crib with a sharp piercing pain to his forehead.

July 25, 1990 – 5:30 AM – The Cupboard under the Stairs, Number Four Privet Drive

Harry James Potter woke from his usual dream, blinking slowly he put his hand to his forehead which oddly felt hot to the touch. Checking his watch it was indeed early, earlier than normal at five-thirty in the morning.

Harry was an odd boy at ten years old; some said the boy was mental, crazier than a loon in the mad-house. He didn't think so. In fact he felt he was the only normal person to live on this street. Then again his definition of normal was quite abnormal for most other people: say about ninety-nine percent of the world's population.

Harry could do odd things. And we aren't talking about walking on your hands odd. We're talking like float two inches off the ground odd. Not that he ever tried to float off the ground he mused. He was by far the most curious child you'd ever meet. The first time he discovered his abilities he was so focused onto a lamp on the table that it exploded. He truly hadn't known at first if he had done it, but as time when on he learned this was only the beginning.

Every day non-stop he would wake earlier than the rest of his family unlock his room and go explore the devices and nick-knacks around the house. Why would someone do this you ask? Well for him it was compulsory; something in his brain had probably been addled by that freaky green light. For him he had to wake up early and find something to examine. He didn't quite understand it either as the years went on. Harry had been caught doing this a total of fifth-teen times. Seven of those times he had taken a screw driver to a device and had it apart. After about the ninth time, his Uncle Vernon stopped trying to add new locks onto the room seeing as the boy would simply not care about whatever locks that were on it. He would just open it.

This ability had become his life as Harry developed an overly-compulsive adult lifestyle in the ways he did things. In fact, the doctors had now diagnosed him with obsessive compulsive disorder or OCD. Lucky for the Dursley's as the Government paid out for under privileged children, and they had taken every pence.

Harry now had three doctors, one that looked at his eyes, one to help him with his excessive-compulsive disorder, and the last one just talked to him. He didn't see the eye one or the one that talked to him much, maybe once a year. He truly couldn't remember how his illness had started; maybe he bumped his head a bit too hard or something when he was younger. He didn't care either.

Oddly enough he didn't care about his new doctor's remarks, he was careful enough not to use the 'power' outside of the house or around the Dursley's. With his prior experiences normally 'power' equaled punishment. Suffice to say he had learned quite quickly to avoid using it around the Dursley's.

Harry stood inside his small room and looked over to one of his friends. The once small spider had grown into a quite large one and kept to a small corner of the cupboard; often he would catch a small bug or two and toss it into the web for the spider. Before watching quite closely how the prey was wrapped up and sucked dry, this was interested Harry far more than any of his science classes at the school he attended.

"Think this'll be a good day Robby?" Harry said to the small spider, which did noticeably move. "Very true my little friend, very true." He couldn't understand the arachnid, sometimes he wished he could but he couldn't.

He put his hand at the top of the door and slowly moved it downwards. Small clicks and clacks of the locks unlocking could be heard from the inside as he pushed the door open. He slowly walked into the kitchen and flicked the lights on and off five times before leaving it on. He smiled and walked over to the small counter-top near the fridge.

A video camera lay tossed aside, a new gadget from Dudley's birthday a mere fortnight ago. Already it, along with nearly half of the thirty-nine presents, was broken from Dudley tossing it about or purposely throwing it into a wall because it didn't work right. This video camera had been tossed onto the kitchen countertop a bit too hard one day and simply refused to work.

Harry moved stared at it for nearly ten minutes before something happened. It twitched, moved and then finally levitated above then back down to eye level. The camera stopped moving in mid air as Harry examined it. Everything from the little screws to the shutter, once Harry was satisfied with it he moved both hands to the sides of the camera like he was about to grab the device and pulled them apart. Every screw unscrewed as the camera was pulled apart from the outside in. The pieces floated nearby as he inspected every single piece of the camera. He scrutinized each piece, analyzed every centimeter. He just stood there, sometimes reaching out to grasp a part to feel it. He hadn't known anything about this camera, but like everything else he studied, was now aware how the item worked. Well at least how a broken one worked. He suspected the problem had to do with the circuit board that ran the electronics on the device.

Slowly each part reassembled, scattered pieces formed back into its correct holes as it came back together. Finishing he noted the time on his stop watch, six-forty, in approximately forty minutes the remaining Dursley's would awaken.

Harry had examined his relatives quite closely over the past years; he knew quarks that even they hadn't known. One of the things he had noted was this family loved to eat right when they rose from bed. Uncle Vernon preferred coffee over tea with four creams and eight sugar cubes. Aunt Petunia had a lemon twist with each morning cup of tea and Dudley often preferred hot chocolate or a soda. Thus he continued his morning routine, never deviating from it. It always worked before hadn't it?

July 25, 1990 – 7:30 AM – the park near Privet Drive

Harry often was seen at the park down the road, he loved to climb the trees in this park. Various people told him to stay out of them, he could get hurt, or he would fall and break his neck. God knows the Dursley's would celebrate his death. They would indeed miss him a little bit, their monthly checks would stop, no more free money.

Today he walked towards his favorite tree, a large oak at the edge of the nearby forest. The main reason he had for climbing the trees was simply protection against unwanted peoples namely Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, Gordon, and their leader Dudley, the original Privet Drive gang. The Biggest and stupidest children of Surrey had somehow congregated into one school and now followed Dudley Dursley around beating up smaller children. Harry jumped up and grabbed the branch before pulling himself up to the first branch. Making his way to his spot, a large branch in the middle of the tree, in about three minutes he reached it before sitting down upright.

Recently Harry often thought long and hard about the next year, what would he do in high school? What did he want to do after school? Would he go to college? If so, which one? Today was no different, he thought mostly about what he would like to do after school was finished. He didn't have dreams about going to college and then getting a high paying job and living the high life tell he died. No his dreams were quite a bit smaller. He wanted a family, one to love and cherish, a wife that loved him back and two, no three wonderful children, two boys and one girl he nodded to no one in particular.

Harry also reflected past friendships in the same manner. He had two friends when had been younger, a girl by the name of Marie-Ann and her little brother Jack. He hoped he could gain another similar friendship later in life. Back when he was five or so the Dursley's had taken him to be checked, they thought he was slow, or retarded.

Turns out they might have been the cause as Harry had now suspected. After he was left in his relatives loving care, they had taken to leaving him in his room for hours on end. Only to come and feed him whenever she felt like it, or whenever she got tired of hearing his cries. The crying surly didn't last long as he figured out it didn't really help matters much; his Uncle was more than often a violent man when it concerned him. Vernon Dursley didn't resort to physical violence but he had one hell of a loud yell; which apparently Dudley inherited.

Harry could only remember one instance when Uncle Vernon had resorted to the belt. Two years ago, Harry had landed himself in a pickle with the local gang, Dudley and his friends, and Harry found himself on top of the school. Seemingly impossible idea I know, but somehow he had vanished from one point and reappeared on the roof of his school. This had indeed earned him ten beltings and three weeks confined to his room.

Anyway Marie-Ann and her little brother Jack had been Dr. Gilford's son and daughter. Dr. Gilford was the doctor that worked with him on controlling his obsessive compulsive disorder. At the his young at this disorder had been completely over powering, he would sit in front of objects in the middle of summer and just stare. Dr. Gilford brought his son and daughter to work one day when Harry had been visiting and they attempted to make friends with him, very unsuccessfully might I add. But after getting used to them they became good friends, in tell they started high school a year ago and then stopped coming to visit Harry in the sessions with their father.

He sighed and looked up into the brilliant sun as it raised high into the air, clouds and birds floated by peacefully. Harry looked up and noticed the nest with the little blue jays was now empty and smiled. He would stay up here for another hour, maybe climb higher and find a new spot on the tree.

Around thirty or so minutes later Harry found himself a visitor in an owl. It was a curious creature to him, it had landed right next to him and without missing a beat the owl hooted. Being mid-day and all Harry found this owl to be quite odd, like him. See these types of owls were more often than not nocturnal predators, he knew because of class of course. Science class had done a month project on birds and he was chosen to complete his presentation about the local owls. More odd was that the bird carried a letter, a bound envelope.

'Hoot' said the owl extending its leg. Harry's eyebrows instantly raised; a letter for him? Who in their right mind would send little soon to be eleven year old Harry Potter a letter? Who used owls anyway, it wasn't normal in day of age to use birds to send letters.

Harry reached his hand out and grasped the letter from the rather large barn owl and checked the front. Indeed it was for him:

Mr. H. Potter, The-Tree-in-the-Park, Little Whinging, Surrey

The yellowish envelope glinted with emerald green writing on the front as he read it for what seemed like a fourth time. Was someone following him? The large barn owl hooted again, merely confirming his belief that it was waiting for him, a reply? Harry tore open the envelope and pulled out two sheets of what appeared to be parchment. The first page contained a letter but not just any letter an acceptance letter.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Well this certainly wasn't what he expected, an acceptance letter from a school of wizardry, he knew his 'power' was odd but this confirmed he wasn't the only person alive who could perform such acts. His brain exploded with questions, everything from questions about his parents to money for this new school. What would happen? Surly his Aunt and Uncle wouldn't buy his way. Harry looked over to the owl which now by now resting it's head down, shielding it from the sun. Harry reached down into his pocket and pulled out a spare pen and wrote a reply on the back of the acceptance letter, which proved quite troublesome considering he was twenty feet up in a tree. He crossed out his name on the envelope and wrote in the Deputy Headmistress's name and the name of the school. He reread his reply once more:

Dear Professor McGonagall,

Before I accept this invitation I was wondering if you could send someone for me to talk to. This doesn't sound like a hoax but still I require proof and some questions answered as I've never heard of this school or wizards in general.

If it's fine by you could you send someone to this location the day after tomorrow? Say around nine am?

Yours sincerely,

Harry James Potter

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Odd day Harry thought. The Dursley's didn't like odd or weirdness. He would keep this under his hat for now.