For a normal muggle, a day would be waking up, eating breakfast, going to work/school, coming home, having a nice dinner, and going to bed peacefully. For a normal wizard, he/she would be going to school to learn magic, and have a year worth of learning and making friends. Each person would have healthy and happy lives with love from their friends and family.

Unfortunately, there was a wizard who would not fall in any of these categories.

Harry James Potter, sixteen years of age, was not your average wizard. He was short and skinny; just below average for his weight. When he was about a year old or so, his parents were murdered on the night of October 31, 1981, by a dark wizard named Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. He then tried to kill the baby Harry, but for some reason, his curse backfired and he vanished, leaving no more than a lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

Ever since that day, he had been left on the doorstep of three extremely abusive muggles that absolutely hated magic. The Dursley residence of Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey. Uncle Vernon Dursley, was a tall and fat brutal man. Aunt Petunia Dursley was a shorter plump woman. Harry's cousin Dudley, was a fat and spoiled boy who had gotten all the love from his parents.

Harry had been abused and harassed by the Dursleys for his whole life. Every so often, he was forced to do all of the housework; that included cooking meals, weeding and watering the gardens, mowing the lawn, cleaning up the bedrooms, and mopping the floors. His punishments were quite brutal, ranging from lashes (from Uncle Vernon's belt), to severe beatings, and to being treated as Dudley's punching bag. Literally. Before he turned eleven years old, his bedroom was literally a small cupboard under the staircase. He was sometimes locked away there without any meals as a punishment.

When Harry turned eleven, he was accepted to the wizarding school known as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There, he learned the true story about himself, made a lot of friends (and enemies of course), and got an education that would later help him to become an auror for the Ministry of Magic. Unfortunately, there were several drastic events that would occur every year, ranging from fighting mountain trolls and spiders, to defeating a giant basilisk, to conjuring a patronus for hundreds of dementors, to the TriWizard Tournament, and finally to the most hated Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor, Dolores Jane Umbridge.

During his fourth year, he had witnessed Cedric Diggory's death at the Little Hangleton Graveyard. And there, with the help of Peter Pettigrew (Wormtail), Voldemort had returned. Unfortunately, the majority of the Ministry (including Minister Fudge) refused to believe him, instead thinking that Potter, along with Albus Dumbledore, was after the power of the Ministry. By the end of his fifth year, following the battle at the Department of Mysteries, Fudge saw Voldemort with his very own eyes.

Unfortunately, the end of the fifth year was the worst part for Harry. He had witnessed the death of his beloved godfather, Sirius Black. What happened was that Bellatrix Lestrange had killed him with the Killing Curse, which then caused him to float into an archway known as the Veil of Death. Poor Harry was having several emotions in him since then, including anger, sadness, and betrayal.

So there he was, locked away in his bedroom by his relatives once again (he had an actual small bedroom ever since he had returned from his first year at Hogwarts). His uncle and aunt were still as abusive as before, and just now, Vernon had beaten up the poor guy for what seemed like hours, for making them spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. And what's more; he was beaten again for waking them up, all because of nightmares he kept on having about Sirius dying, and his screaming for him.

This was the last straw! The next day, he began to write letters to several of his friends, as well as to Dumbledore and the Ministry;

To whomever it may concern,

I have had enough! Apparently, this whole world is out to get me. It seems that people don't care about me anymore, and even with Voldemort's return, they still hate me! What am I supposed to do? I understand that the Dark Lord is at large, but why do I have to live such a lonely, miserable, and despicable life, where pretty much everyone I know hates me. I am still called a liar, an attention seeker, or something like that, even after the Minister has finally admitted Voldemort is back.

And what's even worse, is that I have just witnessed TWO people die in front of my very own eyes! That's right, TWO PEOPLE THAT I CARED ABOUT! First, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Wormtail near the end of my fourth year. Then, I had to witness what has now become one of the WORST moments in my life; the death of my beloved Godfather, Sirius Black. He was killed by Bellatrix near the end of my fifth year! And it's all my fault I had led them to these events, as well as everyone getting hurt.

Speaking of fifth year, this was the worst year I have ever had. After being cleared from this so called trial regarding underage magic I have used to actually SAVE MY LIFE FROM TWO FREAKIN' DEMENTORS THAT SHOW UP OUT OF NOWHERE! I have no idea who sent them, but I have a hunch it was either Voldemort, a death eater, or perhaps that foul loathesome toad, Dolores Umbridge.

Yes, that woman made my life completely miserable at Hogwarts. She gave us quills to use for punishment, but these weren't ordinary quills. These quills made us write with our blood, and cut our hands as we were doing so. As a result, I have the words "I must not tell lies" carved to the back of my left hand. What kind of cruelty is THIS!?

Not only that, but that pathetic excuse of a person, who was the WORST DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS INSTRUCTOR, also became the so called HIGH INQUISITOR. She made love and freedom illegal at Hogwarts, she would sack teachers just for her own freaking opinions, and that ESPECIALLY included half breeds like Hagrid (who was a great instructor)! She also banned clubs, and that included an army that we NEED to help defeat Voldemort for good! She also tried to take over the properties of half breeds and mythical creatures in the Forest, and that included centaurs.

Seriously!? What did these animals EVER DO to our society? NOTHING BAD! So, why treat them like that!?

But enough about the toad; what's more important is that after having two people that loved me die in front of my eyes, and with people still treating me like trash, I say I have had it with this world. And things will just get worse if I stay here and suffer.

So I am going to leave Surrey for GOOD. By the next morning, I'll be GONE, and never to be seen by anyone EVER AGAIN. And pretty much sooner or later within a matter of days, I'm gonna take away my own life. I have nowhere left to live, no people that care about me (people that did care about me keep getting killed), and have been left by abusive muggles that would always treat me like I'm some kind of punching bag.

So goodbye, everyone. This is the very last time you will hear from Harry James Potter. Farewell!

-Harry James Potter

This would require several trips to get all these letters over, so he attached approximately six letters to Hedwig, and sent her off, not even paying attention to where these letters were going. Little did he know, that this would soon change his miserable life forever.

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Ronald Bilius Weasley, Harry's best friend and sidekick, was relaxing in his room when he heard a tap on the window. He looked up, and saw Hedwig with a post to him. After reading the letter several times, he checked the back of each page, hoping that it was just a joke. When he found none, he began to panic.

"GUYS! YOU ALL GOTTA SEE THIS!"

After showing this letter to his family, Arthur went to floo call Dumbledore and tell him the news. The rest of the family would soon follow first thing in the morning, as they were called in for a meeting at the Ministry.

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Minister Fudge was sitting on his desk, feeling extremely relieved. After much persuading from Dumbledore, he was finally given a chance to redeem himself and prepare for the Wizarding War. He felt bad about his treatment to Dumbledore and Potter, and would do anything to make it up for them. Little did he know, that this very help was coming his way right now.

After reading the letter he had received, he was extremely shocked! That boy who had everything was about to END everything!? He was NOT going to let Potter give in to his depression that easily. He need to get help right away! So he called several meetings to take place; one meeting was for the aurors, and the other was for a lot of Harry's friends. This meeting would soon be the cause of what would soon be Harry's new and improved life; to help him defeat Voldemort, and live a happier life with almost no cares in the world. He had a plan; a plan to bring Potter back from depression, and keep him alive.

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Dolores Umbridge was sipping her tea. She too had gotten the letter, and was furious. How dare that half blood make a fool out of her! First she gets tricked into being carried off by a bunch of filthy half breeds, and now this!? She was going to make sure that Potter would pay, and so she wrote to send off two dementors in Azkaban to find and kill that Potter boy;

Go to Little Winging, Surrey. When you get there, seek out Harry James Potter. Give him the Kiss, and then take his body back to Azkaban before you kill him. That boy is becoming too much of a disturbance to our society!

-Dolores Umbridge

She did not even read the part about that Harry running away from Surrey, as she threw the letter down after reading that insult. In fact, she did not know that by the time the dementors have been sent out, it would be too late; Harry would be gone, outside of Surrey. She was so lost in thought about sweet revenge against Potter! What she also didn't know, is that someone was spying on her, and went to inform Fudge of her plan to kill Harry Potter.

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That night, once everyone was in bed, Harry broke into his Uncle's gun closet, and took out one of his uncle's guns. Making sure it was loaded, he put it inside his robe pockets (along with his wand), before getting out his trunks, which have already been packed. Then, after sending Hedwig off with the last set of letters he had written, he got out of the house, locked the front door, and ran off into the night.

Just a few feet before he reached the boundary for Surrey, he began to feel cold, frigid air. This could only mean one thing; dementors were possibly approaching! Luckily, he was able to cross the border, and out of Surrey within seconds. Once he had done so, the air felt nice and warm again. He then kept on running and running, as if he depended on it. Eventually, he got tired, and was forced to take shelter inside an abandoned building. Once inside, he lay down in exhaustion, and fell asleep.

While asleep, he once again had that nightmare in which he had to repeatedly watch Sirius die over and over again. Sometimes, Sirius would scream at him "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, HARRY! HOW DARE YOU LET ME DIE!?" before he fell all the way in. After waking up to finally see the morning sun, Harry was able to exit the building, before continuing on his way. He of course would have no idea where he was going, or where he was planning to be. But sooner or later, he knew he was going to use that gun to take away all the pain and suffering that was his entire life.

Fortunately, there were no death eaters around at that time. But unfortunately for Harry, there was someone who would refuse to let Harry go down the wrong road.