A/N: Yes, I'm not ded. Nor Have I abandoned his story. :/. Honestly, you all have no faith. I have finally came back from Hibernation. But fyi, I was basically unmotivated and really really addicted to caffeine and being a kid again(the gist of it). So I didn't work on it for a long time and also exams ig. But now, m back. But honestly, I was really relucatant to even come out of that lifestyle. So the first few chapters will be really slow. M sorry for the inconsistent uploading but I promise that I will try to upload... sorta. I changed Evelyn's character drastically and Harry's too. I changed their strengths and weaknesses made them slightly more human-like. Honestly, most OP-Harry Potter fanfics are just easier to write ignoring human reactions. I'm trying not to do that but it might come out... I'm going to try to 3-Dimensionalize these characters and so on.

Now that that is out of the way. Allow me to present the first Prologue of Legends to be Told.

Prologue(Part I): The Beginning of Legends (Harry James Potter)

February 17 1988, St. Grogory, Surrey

'I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here,' was the desperate mantra Harry James Potter had been thinking as Dudley and his gang of friends pummeled him.

He had been particularly brave, or rather foolish, today and tried to stand up for himself… That particular decision did not turn out as well as he thought he would.

The sudden feeling of disorientation, a squeezing sensation that knocked the wind out of his lungs. Weightlessness was all he felt for what felt like an eternity, as he felt himself getting compressed on all sides.

Then, it was all over. Harry looked around and was surprised to find no one around him. Even more so when he found that he had somehow managed to make his way to the top of his school.

Gazing down at the teacher's screaming for him to come down, he knew he was going to suffer punishment today.

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March 4 1989, No.4 Privet Drive, Surrey

A freak. That's what he was. Harry had tried to think of himself as humans like others, a decision frowned upon by the Dursleys. The changing of things around him. The glass not breaking after Dudley had tripped him. The sudden instances of him, disappearing and reappearing. The voices he heard when he was looking into someone's eyes, curious about what they were thinking.

'Look at him. A freak.'

'The poor little runt'

'I wonder if he is a good sucker.'

'The Dursley's were right. I get the chills when I am around him.'

It started with brief impression of emotions that were not his. As if he was stealing something that did not belong to him. The whole thing made him shudder. But as time got by, he had learned to interpret these emotions into thoughts and thoughts into images.

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Muted whispers came from sides. Tendrils of white mist danced around the edge of his vision.

"Tuny, come look," A female voice laughed from over a hill. He flinched at the unexpected sound but curiously peeked over the bush he had landed in.

A red-headed emerald eyed girl holding a budding flower skipped over to a brunette girl who looked on apprehensively at the scene before her.

The flower in her hand moved of its own accord. Harry watched on curiously as the other girl watched in awe before flinching away and yelling out one word that broke his concentration.

"FREAK!"

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July 17 1989, The Cupboard under the Stairs, No.4, Privet Drive, Surrey

Harry whimpered as the bruise on his back blocked him from Morpheus' welcome arms. The reason for his predicament? Dudley had complained about not feeling comfortable around him and Uncle Vernon? … well, he couldn't resist an opportunity to beat the ever-living shit out of him.

After Aunt Petunia had somehow found out about his ability to hear voices, said ability was promptly beaten out of him. Uncle Vernon had, of course, taken much sadistic pleasure in whipping out the belt.

Or so they thought.

Harry had known what he saw. It was some sort of magic or supernatural force that made the flower, in that… unnatural event, bloom, like many other events in his life. And whatever that was. He was going to find out what it was. Be it on his life or a lifetime more of pain.

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October 20 1989, The Alleys of Privet Drive, Surrey

He ran as fast as he could. Harry could hear the clumsy footsteps behind him, making their way through the corner he just took.

He passed a man, barely managing to dodge him as he quickly turned the next corner, never noticing the man's widened eye.

His blood ran cold as he came face-to-face with a wall. A dead-end. He was going to end up badly roughed today. He had, after all, bumped into his cousin on accident, reading a book about physics. And, to Dudley, that was unacceptable.

He let out a shaky breath before running straight towards the wall, with the intent of somehow scaling the wall.

That particular action backfired when his foot slipped on a banana.

"Ow…" was the first word he uttered as he groaned from the concussion he inflicted on himself, making a mental note to always check floors from then on.

"Right, there," A voice shouted from behind him, "Get him!"

Wincing as the pain in the back of his head intensified, Harry stood up, facing his assailants.

His cousin smirked at him as they converged on Harry, eyeing him with malicious intent.

"What do you think you are doing?" A voice, an adult's voice, demanded.

All of them, bar Harry as he had already been looking in that direction, turned at once to face the new addition to their little commotion. Azure Blue eyes sharply pierced them all, surveying them, judging them.

"Get out," His voice seeped with barely suppressed rage.

Dudley and his friends looked at each other before turning back to the man. They attacked.

Or rather, they tried to throw themselves at him and the man put their egos in check.

His moves were a bit sloppy as if he was trying some sort of magic trick, but his unpredictability and the strength behind the man's attack proved too overwhelming for the boys

The man let out a pained grunt as one of Dudley's friend's attacks connected with his side. He backhanded the boy's head with the back of his hand, sending him sprawling to the side.

Harry's eye met the man's and was very discontented, and very surprised, to find out that there were no voices behind them. Nothing. Just a smooth surface of… nothing.

The man's lip quirked up in amusement.

"Interesting. The-boy-who-lived, a natural Legilimens… interesting."

"What do you want?" The raven-eyed boy gritted out, wearily regarding him.

He stepped into the light of the sun, revealing someone to be in his early 20s.

His Azure eyes were alight with amusement, a bit of satisfaction and a tiny spark of sympathy.

"Honestly? I just always wanted to meet the one who ended Lord Voldemort."

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Far Far Away…

A man stared down a beady black wand, his expression a mixture of determination, hatred and a tiny amount of fear. His wand, split in 2, was lying just a tad too far from his reach. Maybe a summoning char- His wand disintegrated as 2 light blue curses hit each portion with extreme precision and prejudice.

His enemy's deathly white eyes stared at him. Serene Calmness was all the man could see. But he knew. Oh yes, he knew that there was pure unadulterated fury behind those begrudgingly impressive shields of his assailant.

"You have failed, Death," He spat out, hoping to buy his 2 friends enough time to escape.

Still that infuriating calm smile as if the Dark Lord had nothing to worry.

"Oh I know." The Dark Lord's voice contained an almost mesmeric amount of magic to it, "But you see, at the end of the day. You still lose."

And with that, the man felt a single point of focused magic in his mindscape. A pinprick on his hasty mental shield.

His world burst into that of pure pain as the man in front of him destroyed his mindscape, dragging his happiest memory away from him, bringing forth his worst memories. Faces of dead friends, family and his training and rituals to become the perfect super soldier flashed past his eyes. The Dark Lord ripped all of his memories and he tried, rather futilely, to stop him from reaching the plans of his friend.

When it ended, the man was a gibbering mess. Nose bleeding, eyes rolling back into his head, his dirty, bloody ginger hair sprawled across the ground, and an expression of pure horror and pain on his face, the General Harbinger was no more.

The Dark Lord looked at him dispassionately. White fading into green. The Elder Wand was raised.

Anyone that was within a hundred miles of the site shuddered, or screamed, in fear as the symbol that has haunted their community for so long appeared over the skies. 2 wands crossed, with their tips glowing green. The symbol of the Black Wands.

The other A/N: Can you guess the last scene? If you can, then I'm sure you're loving bullying me. If you can't, well it's a fanfic I used to write called "The Black Wands". It being an AU of a very popular story "Paid in Blood". I decided to integrate some of the concepts into this newly fashioned one but it won't all be the same. And no, I'm not answering more of your questions. Shoo!