Harry Potter and the return of the peverells

by The return of house peveral

A five-year-old Harry Potter is taken away from his abusive relatives by a member of a family thought long dead. Gray/dark Harry, op Harry, Dumbledore, Hermione, and certain Weasley bashing5. Year old Harry Potter is taken away from his muggle. Relatives and raised to be a true Potter dumbledore bashing Hermione bashing Ron and Molly weirdly bashing.

1. Chapter 1

Harry Potter and the Return of Peverell

Author's Note

Welcome to my first ever fan fiction on this website. This a grey/dark Harry story. I hope you enjoy the story.

Disclaimer

I own nothing. All characters belong to Warner Bros. and J. K. Rowling except for those created by the author of this fan fiction.

Chapter 1

Five-year-old Harry Potter lay in his cupboard shivering from the previous beating from his Uncle Vernon. "BOY!" Uncle Vernon bellowed from the living room. "GET IN HERE THIS INSTANT YOU LITTLE FREAK!" Harry stumbled out of his cupboard on shaky legs into the living room. "Go and clean the kitchen you little freak, and do it quickly we don't want anyone seeing you. We have special guests coming soon."

Thirty minutes later there was a loud wrapping on the front door. Vernon grabbed Harry by the hair and threw him into the cupboard locking it. He stormed to the door and opened it revealing a tall man with high cheekbones and eyes as black as death itself. His hair was short and jet black. Vernon looked up at the man and said, "Greetings."

The stranger said, "Hello Mr. Dursley. I'm here to inquire about the large number of drills my company ordered."

Vernon guided the stranger through the house. As they past the cupboard under the stairs he thought he heard sniffling and stopped. The stranger turned to Vernon with narrowed cold eyes and said in a low and deadly voice, "What was that?"

"Uh! Er! Uh! Nothing." Vernon stuttered.

The man grabbed the door and wrenched it open. The sight that greeted him horrified him. \here was a small and skinny 5-year-old boy with untidy jet black hair and a lightning bolt-shaped scar cut into his forehead. The smell in the cupboard was unbearable. The man turned around looking enraged. "OH MY FUCKING GOD! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO A CHILD? YOU'RE A FUCKING MONSTER!" The man grabbed Vernon by the throat and pulled out a thin stick of wood and screamed, "CRUCIO!" Vernon fell to the floor writhing in agony as the curse tore through his body. "NOW PREPARE TO DIE! YOU BITCH!" As he pointed the wand at Vernon's chest. The curse struck him in the chest as he screamed while blood spurted from his chest.

"Vrnon what is going AAAHHH!" The stranger turned and saw a horse-faced woman. He pointed his wand at the woman, and she said in a quivering voice, "Wait! You're one of those freaks?"

The man replied, "My name is not freak. My name is John Peverell."

End Author's Notes

I will try to update this story once a week. Thank you for reading.