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A/N ok this story has just been sitting in the back of my head so I decided to see how every one likes it then, well I'll still probably continue because this isn't all about reviews but reviews would be much appreciated.
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Summery- The Dursley's never took in Harry he was sent off to an orphanage right after he was found on the doorstep. The time has come for Harry to get his Hogwarts letter, how will Hogwarts and the Wizarding world cope with a darker less golden Harry?-
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Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling-
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The sun was just peaking over the newly morn horizon creating a perfect hue of an orange pinkish colour through out the entire morning sky. The stars of night time were still visible even through the pale mist of morn and the early morning dew.
The cold fog of the night was slowly drifting past warming the air into oblivion, where little peaks of sun shown over the beautiful rolling hills All this was true, especially so on one home, one number 4 Privet Drive in Surry.
This house was in a sense, perfectly normal, nothing a miss no one would suspect any thing wrong or seemingly strange would be taking place here, but this was untrue. Out upon the front patio enfolded in blankets, it only sense of warmness, there was a small baby, not even a year old.
Why you may ask would a baby of such an age be sitting out alone, in the unsafe world instead of inside the warmth that the house in front of it could offer. Well this child is the legendary Harry Potter, defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort, and newly proclaimed orphan.
Clutched in his small, pale, baby chubby hand was a single letter addressed with a great flare written out to one family, the Dursleys. By now the sun had risen nearly half way in the sky enlightening the entire sky with a pale yellow pink.
Inside the house the occupants were beginning to arise.
One Petunia Dursleys open wide the door to be able to retrieve the daily milk from the door patio. Instead she got a small baby sleeping upon the stoop.
Her loud scream echoed through out the neighbor hood, upon hearing it the small child began to stir, opening one emerald green eye upon the world he caught sight of the person who was to be taking care of him for the next ten years.
"VERNON!!!!!," a shrill scream make it's was through the dense sky, the small baby was now wide awake. And inside the house another child, began to scream, not a crying scream but screaming for candy, food, and what-not.
A large beefy man with almost no neck stepped out from the covertness of the home. He slowly almost frightened looked down at the small bundle his curiosity rising wondering who and why some one would place a child in front of their door. "Yes Petunia?"
"It's her child! Her demon child! Quickly get it out of my sight I will not have it contaminating this house, us, my precious, Dudley." She stormed back into the car and slammed the door.
Now Vernon Dursley was by no means an intelligent man but he knew when he was beat. He picked up little Harry looking at him with a look of mixed pity and disgusted and sub gently placed him in his car. And drove off towards the heart of the city and towards the orphanage where he would ditch the poor child.
Walking in an old ratted building he placed the child begging to god to forgive him for this deed, knowing it was wrong.
He gave the baby to the front desk only giving the child's name and walking off back to his car.
And in this poorly funded orphanage is where the now nation famous boy who lived would spend a good part of his young life. Never knowing who he is, or what he is, or who he will become.
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HARRY'S POINT OF VIEWI never really thought that one person could make a difference, I'd always held the belief that we are all simple beings of matter floating on the edge of existence waiting for the inevitable to come. As if our lives were already planned out, that we're just pawns of life. I always thought these things but as a fall in the ditch makes you wiser, every simple experience adds to your knowledge. This was all before the letter came, all it seemingly was, was a small white envelope looking entirely harmless, but what it held was. I walk back over to the rickety table holding said letter. I look it over again;
Dear Mr. Potter,
My name is Albus Dumbledore headmaster of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Enclosed as you may look after reading this small note is an atteptance to my school. It has come to my recent attention that you may not have the knowledge of your heritage. If you may not know you are a wizard and a powerful one at that. Please hear me out and take to heart what I write in this, it may seem unbelieving, or impossible but I give you my world that it is true. You see you are Harry Potter the last of the Potter lineage, and heir to all it hold. But your parents are what I am really writing to you about. You see in our world there was once an evil lord name Tomas Riddle or what he now calls himself as Voldemort. He wanted to cleanse the world of Muggle borns such as your mother. One night he came to your house and unfortunately killed your mother and father. But joyously when he turned his wand to you, you were saved, you lived. These are only a few things I felt I needed to clear up with you. We can't have you walking into our world unknowns to what awaits you here. So I ask that you listen to this message and take it to heart. I hope to see you at Hogwarts when term begins.
Sincerely yours,
Albus Dumbledore.
Most of this made no sense to me at all, that was until I read the atteptance letter which was enclosed as said and realized just how serious it was.
Sighing, I quickly wrote a note back saying just how much they must be wrong in their assumption. And I also made sure to tell them now I had no money and couldn't afford to buy it. I had sent it out with the owl that had delivered it to be to begin with, that was yesterday.
I still am not entirely sure that this is all truth, I mean all children in the orphanage, including my self at one point, dream and give themselves false hopes to their abundant future. Telling themselves that one day they would get them self out of this hell hole never to look back.
They all thought that their family would come save them, that their knights in shinning amour would take them away out past the sunset and beyond.
Alas I had taught myself years ago to stop these assumptions, and I learned of what these fairy tales were. Exactly that, fairy tales, nothing but a myth, a phony story in which they lied to themselves to make their life less horrible, and make them think that all would turn out ok, that's only fair.
But in truth life's not fair, not all of us have that knight waiting for us around the bend, waiting to save our souls. The most we can hope to do is to get ourselves out of that insufferable capsule, to in a sense break out of the mold.
I grew up in an orphanage, I knew that life is not fair, if it was then I would be with my parents, they wouldn't be dead.
But that letter, if it was true then maybe, just maybe I will be able to escape this hell hole, this prison. Maybe my life isn't just destined to always be at the bottom, maybe it isn't just another grain of sand on the beach. Even though we must deal with the hand we are dealt. This time it could be that I was dealt a winning hand, and I would play it out.
I look out past the stars into the universe, well I guess that I should probably get some sleep. The morn waits for no one.
As I crawl into the lumpy bed I gaze at the cracked ceiling, I found myself anxious for morning I still wonder weather that letter was true, and I hoped I would be answered in the morning.
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Saving Grace
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All of the world keeps going past
Caught up in the moment, as it goes too fast
Wishing and hoping not caring the cost
Trying to escape, but I seem to be lost
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Sighs regrets don't know who I am
Trying pretending but I don't give a damn
Your deceitful and lying, a seeming disgrace
I may no be lost but I cant find my place
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All around still go, passing me by
But I'm stuck still the same, even though I try
Like I'm in the same place ever and after
Where I cant feel the love, can't feel the laughter
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Scared out of my wits, afraid to go on
Don't know where to place, or where to belong
Can't stand to retain the problems I face
Or you could just say, that I'm saving grace
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A/N well that's just a beginning chapter, not that bad well what do you all think. PLEASE REVIEW. But when you do suggest which house you think Harry should be in . tootles
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