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

March 4 1989, No.4 Privet Drive, Surrey

A freak. An abomination to normalcy was Harry's nature. He 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. But there was one occurrence that happened to him constantly.

It started with brief impression of emotions that were not his when looking into the eyes of others. As if he was stealing something that did not belong to him, stealing was bad. The Dursleys had taught him that. But it felt so pleasant, the feeling of happy emotions that he had never once felt before.

Little by Little, Harry began to gather more of these happy emotions. Once in a while, he encountered revulsive emotions like anger and disgust. After the first month of just filtering through emotions, his first breakthrough came in the form of tiny whispers in the back of his mind. Thoughts that he was sure was not his. It felt extremely disconcerting having too trains of thoughts.

'Poor Little Runt. Must be starvin'

'That disgusting kid is looking at me. Hope he does not ask for change.'

'I think his name was Potter. Why is he dressed in rags?'

'I wonder if he is a good sucker'

The breakthrough clicked something in him and his entire life revolved around the study of this newfound ability.

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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.

They had found out about his ability a week back. Harry had thought, rather foolishly, he could scare his cousin with his budding new 'powers'. Dudley had ran back crying about mind-reading.

Vernon being the thoughtful and kind uncle he was. Charging into him like a raging bull, his face a shade of purple Harry never knew existed, the fat man screamed about stomping it out of him.

Even in the face of such dire odds, the scholar in Harry was curious on what was happening as Vernon tried to snuff his existence. All Harry felt was fear and so much anger that he nearly drowned.

Bloodied and bruised after one of the most severe beatings he had ever experienced, Harry strengthened his resolve to learn his talent to the extreme. Anything that could make Vernon fear was worth the 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," the man growled, the authority in his voice evident.

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 seemed sloppy 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 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.

The man finally got illuminated by 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? 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 red 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.

A/N:First chapter. It's the same chapter for most people. I deleted a couple of scenes. Made a couple of changes. Yada Yada Yada. How yall doin? I'll start posting more… consistently. Not by much tho. I do have second chapter almost ready when I'm writing this. I'd admit after the second chapter I have some difficulty transitioning to the first year. I'd ask if it's ok but that's lazy on my part. I'm trying to put some limits on Harry because I am not very fond of the bashing trend most starting writers seem to follow. Rather I want to give characters some depth, so to speak. Yep that's all for now. Hope the reception for this chapter is good. I'm going to delete both chapters and reupload them. Oh and expect Chapter 2 to be out Next Week Friday. That's a promise.