this is my first time ever actually writing a story tbf, so in all honesty i dont expect it to be that good.

pairing will be harry/katie bell

31/07/1987 Number 4 Privet Drive

"Boy, get out here now" roared the fat waste of a person, not that Harry would ever actually call him that to his face. Harry groaning woke himself up and chucked on his oversized top that was previously owned by the whale offspring sorry dudley.

"Yes, uncle" Harry said silently sighing to himself thinking it was going to be another shite birthday for him.

Harry opened the cupboard door and walked out into the kitchen when suddenly he was pushed to the ground by his uncle.

"freak, you are leaving this house to never come back" the whale man said grinning.

"Where am I going sir?" Harry asked seemingly innocently but inside he was buzzing.

"Wool's orphanage in London," Vernon said.

01/08/1987 Headmasters Office, Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry, Scottish Highlands.

crack! boom! bang! the many instruments tracking harry potter had exploded, while the headmaster was at an icw meeting in germany.

"Haahhh, get it up ye albus, that's what you get for attempting to manipulate the black heir" said phineas black.

31/07/1991 Wool's Orphanage, London

A cruel, sharp-featured woman, Mrs Murray, leads Dumbledore down a drab corridor. children's laughter carries from the playground , splashing and shrieking, the children play football.

"I must confess to a bit of confusion upon receiving your letter, mr. dumbledore. In the 4 years Harry's been here, he's never once had a visitor. Frankly, I was stunned to find that someone cared about him." Mrs Murray said while disapprovingly looking at what the headmaster was wearing.

"He isn't family, but I taught the boy's parents," Dumbledore said"I think I should tell you. He's a funny boy - harry. odd. There have been incidents with the other children. nasty things." Mrs Murray said. Dumbledore instantly froze, having a severe case of deja vu. inwardly hoping Harry wasn't going to be the same as the same boy from this orphanage all those years ago.

"Perhaps you could give me an example."

mrs. Murray starts to speak, then shakes her head. as dumbledore makes to follow, his eyes happen upon a framed photograph on the wall, old and yellowing, depicting a seaside scene of a sharp rock outcropping and a cave. the same one from all those years before.

31/07/1991 Harry. 's Room, Wool's Orphanage, London

Harry was slowly humming to himself london bridge is falling down, when he got a knock on his door. Mrs Murray opened it and said "You've got a visitor boy"

"How do you do Harry?" The strange man in the purple outfit said. He was definitely a doctor, Harry thought . Harry looked at the man then looked away back out to the window where it was raining heavily.

The strange man went to open the cupboard door when Harry suddenly said "Don't". The strange man looked at him with some sort of fear, before gathering himself together, He then looked around the room looking specifically at the 7 stones, 7 Drawings of a woman and a green light, 7 Books and 7 Pencils.

"Are you a doctor sir" with a sneer that didn't look normal on an 11 year olds face.

"No, I'm a professor ." The man said clearly oblivious or simply ignoring the hatred from the younger boy.

"I don't believe you. I hear Mrs. Murray talking, her and the rest of the staff. They want me looked at. They think I'm different." Argued Harry.

"Perhaps they are right"

"I'm not mad"

"Hogwarts is not a place for mad people."

Harry looks up, cocks his head ever-so-slightly. Dumbledore continues "It's a school. A school of... magic." Harry stays looking, but says nothing. "You can do things, can't you, harry? Things the other children can't." Harry eyes Dumbledore intensely, unblinking.

"Yes."

"Tell me some of the things you can do, Harry."

"I can make things move - without touching them. I can make animals do what I want without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. I can make them hurt... if I want."

Dumbledore yet again has a major sense of deja vu then the boy looks up.

"Who are you?"

"I'm like you, Harry. Different." Harry closes his hands and the web collapses.

"Prove it"

It is not a request. Without breaking his gaze, Dumbledore's eyes narrow ever-so-slightly and... the wardrobe bursts into flames. Harry smirks, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

Slowly smiles. Dumbledore studies him. Abruptly, the wardrobe begins to SHAKE. Harry's smirk fades. "I think there is something trying to get out of your wardrobe, My boy. Open it."

Terrified, Harry steps to the burning wardrobe and throws open the door. On the topmost shelf, above a rail of threadbare clothes, a small box shakes violently.

"Take it out." As Harry's fingers touch the box, the flames engulfing the wardrobe vanish, but the box continues to shake the only sound in the now-silent room. "Is there anything in that box you ought not to have?" Harry eyes Dumbledore, fearfully this time. He spills the box onto the bed inside is a Yo-Yo and a watch."Why did you want these things?"

Harry, looking at nothing in particular, responded saying"I like having things that belonged to other people. It makes me feel ... close to them."

Dumbledore studies Harry's profile, pondering this. "Thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts. At Hogwarts, you will be taught not only how to use magic, but to control it. Understood?" As Harry slowly nodded, Dumbledore stood up "I'll be going now, Harry. Leave your window open tonight. An owl will bring you a message. Read it carefully". Dumbledore starts to exit, Harry says "I can speak to snakes too." Dumbledore freezes instantly yet again, wondering for the second time this meeting if it was a good idea letting the dursleys abandon him

Harry states "They find me. Whisper things. Is that normal. For someone like me?"

Dumbledore said "It is unusual. But not unheard of, The darkest wizard of the last 30 years could speak it as well. I would advise you don't tell anybody else that you can speak the language of snakes, parseltongue, because others might fear you." Dumbledore exits the room, without a backward glance, leaving 11-year-old Harry Potter alone.