Prologue

This is a Harry Potter AU. This is largely for smut, with Harry developing a Harem, but I do want to expound on magic some, and I might follow book events between smut chapters. Because of the smuttiness, the starting age for Hogwarts will be 15 (I would go to 18 but there are some underage things I want to set up like Marriage contracts/betrothals that are better down a little younger). Witches and Wizards ages 11-14 will attend a finishing school, to have a basic education in math, science, and English, as well as training in the mannerisms and customs of the wizarding world.

I don't know why people feel the need to have a disclaimer, but since it's common practice I will comply. I don't own Harry Potter or any associated IPs. I'm just writing this for fun.

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Harry James Potter lived in a small cupboard under the stairs. He lived with his aunt and uncle, because his parents were dead. He was always told they died in a car crash, but he couldn't believe that. He knew his parents were greater than that. Harry turned on his bead. His small cupboard room didn't have much to look at, but he was grateful for it, and the few things that he owned.

Harry didn't like the Dursleys, they were odd according to him. More so than odd, they were unpleasant. Mr. Dursley was the worst of them. He wasn't short or tall, but still looked squat and stout, and he had a flaring temper. There was also Dudley, who was unpleasant, he often was so to make his father proud. He wasn't a smart fellow, he wasn't brawny, but he was still large enough overpower a number of his peers.

The only Dursley Harry had ever wanted to, or tried to be close with, was his aunt, who insisted that she was Mrs. Dursley, and never Aunt Petunia. She stood just higher than Mr. Dursley, she wasn't tall, but she was so lanky that she looked it. Especially her neck, which seemed twice as long as normal. None of the Dursleys we keen on being cordial with Harry, and he wasn't keen on being cordial back, but he knew better than to match their rudeness. Harry was never sure what made the Dursleys so unpleasant. He more than half suspected it had to do with himself.

Harry was 15. He was a little on the skinny side, he didn't get to eat his fill often. He had a ragged head of hair, even as he looked in the mirror his hands forced his hair into a decent position, but it sprang and flopped back into disorder whenever he let it go. There was of course his scar, in the jetting shape of a lightning bolt, which Harry thought was his best feature. He wore glasses, they were a little large for his face, but they fit better than when he first got them. The Dursleys didn't want to pay for him to get new pairs too often, so they bought glasses too large for his face, and he hoped that he would grow into them. His glasses were held together was a large bulb of tap, spindled above the bridge of his nose - Dudley had a habit of punching Harry.

"Where is that boy," snarled Mr. Dursley.

Harry stayed quiet as the door to his cupboard rattled. He wasn't ready to face the Dursleys right now. He wanted to sulk just a little longer before he had to deal with them or clean the pots - which he had cleaned earlier - just for punishment, or weed the garden, or whatever else the Dursleys were looking to make Harry do.

"Boy!" Mr. Dursley yelled. "Get out here now."

Harry sighed as he stood and unlocked the small door. It was wrenched open immediately and Harry let his head stoop as he waited for Mr. Dursley to yell at him until he finally got to the point. However, Mr. Dursley calmly sighed before he continued.

"Listen, your aunt and I will need the house to ourselves for a while." There was a short, awkward pause before he continued. "We need to, er... Double check how you've done with your chores lately. So, we are sending you out with Dudley."

"What?" Harry tried not to groan, he would love to get out of the house, but if Dudley was with him, he knew he'd be bullied. "Can't I go out by myself? Wouldn't Dudley prefer that? I could go to the library."

"Go to the Library," Mr. Dursley huffed, "You'll probably forget to return any books - and you haven't any money to pay late fees. That'll be out of my pockets! No, no sir."

Harry tried to offer other places that he could go, but Mr. Dursley seemed to be afraid to let Harry go anywhere alone.

"Go to the park? No, you'll be stopped by the police - arrested for loitering no doubt. And how would that look for our family."

Harry had to listen to every one of Mr. Dursley's inane excuses, accusations really. Before Harry could complain, Dudley shoved past him, his large body jiggling as he jogged towards the door.

"Dudley," Mr. Dursley called. Dudley winced as he slowly turned to meet his father's gaze. "You'll be taking Harry to the park with you. I know, I know, he'll try to ruin your game. Just take him with you."

Dudley tried to complain but Mr. Dursley held his hand up. "Now, now Dudley. I told you that your sweet mother and I are going to have the house to ourselves for a while. You must take Harry with you. Ah, I know, we'll take you out somewhere another time, to make up for this, how is that Dudley?"

The reluctant pair were quickly shoved out of the house, and neither of them were sure who would make the other more miserable.

"You'll be sure to spoil the game for me and my friends." Dudley complained.

Harry wanted to ask if he could sneak off, but he was afraid that Dudley would tell on him and get him in trouble with the Dursleys. So, he stayed quiet. They walked together, Dudley occasionally jeering at Harry, or poking him painfully, or sneaking punches at Harry. But Harry took it all. This happened at home a lot, so at least he was outside.

Harry was usually able to ignore Dudley's jeerings, however, this time Dudley was able to strike a nerve. "Well look here, we have rotter potter, planted from a bad seed so that he hasn't got any friends."

Harry made sure to murmur his response under his breath so Dudley couldn't hear, "My parents had loads of friends, real friends, you wouldn't know about real friends." Even as Harry breathed this, it made him wonder, why hadn't he any friends?

It was true that strange things always seemed to happen around Harry. That seemed to keep people from making friends with him, he wasn't sure why. He once found himself on the school roof. He wasn't sure how he got there, but there were terrible rumors about him for a while after that. His hair also seemed to have a mind of it's own to stay unkempt (even after hair cuts, it would mysteriously grow again to remain untamed). Sure, this kept him from being as handsome as he might have been, but friends could get used to it.

There were other strange happenings, and always rumors popped up about him. So, Harry was sure that it was Dudley who had kept him from having friends. Even at school Dudley was open about encouraging their classmates to bully Harry for a laugh. Dudley wasn't a very likeable person, except to his parents. But Dudley was a large child, and influential, so he was able to keep Harry from having any friends.

Finally, Harry and Dudley made it to the football field and met with Dudley's friends. They cheered at Dudley and jeered at Harry as they approached. They didn't let Harry play with them, instead he was stuck on the bench fetching cups for the rest, Harry had become their water-boy. Helping serve the other cups of water or soda as they commanded - although the boys mostly half drank their beverage before throwing the rest at Harry.

It wasn't long before Dudley began to be tired, so Dudley more and more frequently stopped to jeer at and insult Harry. Dudley even grabbed a full bottle of soda and drenched Harry in it. As the entire field of kids laughed, Harry finally had enough, even if there wasn't anything Harry could do. Before he knew what was happening, Dudley had begun to inflate. Soon, Dudley was shrieking as he bobbed up and down, bouncing almost weightlessly off the soft grass.

Harry Laughed. While the rest of the kids were stunned, Harry softly kicked Dudley, testing what would happen. Dudley shrieked louder as he floated and bobbed away, bouncing occasionally. Harry laughed and laughed as he sped around and through their shocked peers. Dudley was floating towards the goalposts until Harry gave him one more kick and cheered as he scored a goal with Dudley. This happened one or two more times before the others came out of their stupor, some of them dropped to the ground and protected their heads, a couple ran, but most rushed to Dudley to save him. They pushed Harry aside, forgetting about him as they tried to help steady Dudley against the ground.

One of the boys turned to Harry - He was green, and pale, and looked sick. But he told Harry off.

"What's with Dudley? What did you do to him?" he sickened even more.

Harry stood; he was pushed to the ground as the others rescued Dudley. "I don't know what I did, but look, bloody deserving of it if you ask me." harry sneered.

The boys were starting to surround Harry, most of them looked frightened, but Dudley was yelling at them to "Get Harry," Harry knew that was a bad sign, and before turning to run, he warned them "Better keep off me, or else I might do it again!"

As Harry run back to 4 Privet Drive he laughed. He quietly opened the door and snuck through the small hallway towards his cupboard under the stairs. He stifled laughter the whole way. However, it took only a little creaking from the house to remind Harry about Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, and what they would do to him when Dudley told them about what happened, Dudley blowing up and Harry, Harry had kicked their precious Dudley.

Harry fell into a terrified stupor. But he shook himself out of it pretty quickly. Thoughts ran though his head faster than he could consider them, but there was one theme that harassed him. He could no longer stay at 4 Privet Drive. He quickly had his things packed into his school backpack, and he left.

I hope you enjoyed this. I was trying to keep summarizing events too close to the actual series shorter, but I liked what I wrote too much. I was especially wrestling with posting this since it is kinda supposed to be a smut heavy series. But I like the set up, I like the scene with blowing up Dudley, and I think I wrote it well enough. So, I compromised by having this be a prologue, and a test upload to make sure I have the spacing and formatting looking good. Thanks for reading, and please stay tuned for what's to come.