AN: This is my first Fanfic and/or story EVER, so sorry in advance if the grammar or plot or spelling is wrong, and do tell if you find any mistake at all.

AN 2: Also, I have no schedule, I have never been able to stick to one before, I have no reason to believe I can now.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Inheritance cycle were never mine, nor will it ever be.

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Harry Potter sat alone on a swing in the park.

The sun was coming down to the horizon and painting the sky in orange and purple. He should probably get home quickly, before Dudley does, and avoid getting punished for being late. His hateful relatives seemed to think that their precious ickle Diddykins comes home at exactly the right time. If Harry came back later, he would automatically be late, lazy, or slow.

The summmer was a nice break from the monotonous school and schoolwork that he usually had to do on top of his own chores in the house, but he usually saw school as a way to escape his horrible aunt's screaming at him for perceived laziness. If anything, Dudley is lazier than him.

Oh well...

I should probably go home soon. At roughly this time, Dudley and his cronies would probably be waddling home, tired from their day of bullying, law breaking, property-destroying and generally causing a nuisance in the neighborhood. He enjoyed this spell of peace and quiet that he rarely came across in the house, so he decide to sit down for a minute more and watch the sun float under the horizon.

He sat, admiring the way the golds and blues and reds mixed together before standing— A sudden explosion was accompanied with a flash of light.

The many years of experience living with a bully honed his reflexes into a surprisingly sharp thing. He jumped under the nearest shelter (a yellow slide) and mentally counted to thirty. Waiting for the potential threat to leave him be. Bullies were rarely quiet.

Silence. Thirty seconds passed. Harry peeked out from his makeshift shelter. Nothing. He stood up and looked around. He looked down, and stood still with wonder.

A large green stone, roughly the size of a rugby ball, stood stoically on the ground, surrounded in a circle of char marks like a crown. There was no doubt the explosion came from the stone.

Curious but wary, as if the stone might explode if he touched it (according to what he knows it might), he picked it a reasonably long stick and poked it. The stone did nothing. He came closer. It was beautiful, a rich forest green all over with the exception of thin, lighter green veins webbed over it. It must be ridiculously expensive, judging from its smooth oval shape and vibrant color. Harry wondered why someone would explode such a gorgeous thing. Or was he meant to have it?

That was a whole other question, however, and he decided to keep it. If anyone comes looking, he would return it, but for now, it would be his. Harry took it carefully, hid it under his baggy shirt, and snuck it home.

If anything, it might give him luck.