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Hello this is my first story and I hope that you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with the Potter verse. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling.
Grey Powerful Harry. Smart Harry. Bisexual Harry. Harry/Neville. Luna/Hermione. Some Dumbledore bashing. Some Weasley bashing. Cannon divergence "speech" {thought }
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Chapter one The beginning
Blinking his eyes open Harry stared into the dark of his cupboard. Hearing his Aunt call for him again he got up. Searching around for his socks he finally found a pair, after picking the spider off of them, he got up and started to make breakfast like he did every morning. By the time the post had come the Dursley had started to eat, leaving Harry without breakfast, not that that was any difference from any other day.
The familiar clattering of the post starts to ring through the house.
"Boy get the post." demanded Uncle Vernon.
"Yes sir."
Leaving the kitchen to pick up the post. Harry Notices that he has a letter. {Wait ! What. Why is there a letter for me.} Deciding that it would be better to hide the letter before his saw it. Slipping it through the grate in his cupboard door Harry re-enters the kitchen and hands the mail to Vernon.
" Go get out of my sight." Vernon spits at Harry.
"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry said thankful for the opportunity to leave.
Going to his cupboard Harry gets in and finds the letter. Turning the light on Harry opens the letter. As Harry reads the letter he starts to think that it is a sick joke until he starts to think and to remember all of the freaky stuff that he had done and was never able to explain.
Suddenly everything made sense. It was like a block was taken from his mind and that now that they were gone everything that he could never place came together. He knew that the letter was real and that he had to find someone that could help him. He knew he was powerful, he could feel the energy flowing through his veins, and that he needed help to understand the power that he held. First he needed to respond to the letter.
As he was thinking of a way to get a letter back when his aunt pounds on the door telling to go do the washing up. Hiding the letter Harry thinks that he could sneak out after his had gone to sleep. As the hours crawled by Harry became more and more agitated until finally they had all gone to bed. Harry opens the door to the cupboard and sneaks through the hall to the front door taking one look back at the house he realised that he would never be coming back. Turning back to the street and his first breath of freedom Harry starts to walk until there is nothing but the dark left in his tracks.
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A/N I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I will try to update once a week.
