notes: this is an AU first year fic...this is the revised prologue/first
chapter. The REST of the chapters HAVE NOT been revised yet.
warnings: child abuse...AU-ness...
disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. dedication: I dedicate this to a. dark_one shadowphyre, batwings slash, and Rowenna. To shadow cuz she was the one who pointed out I needed to revise this, Bat just cuz I like to dedicate things to him, and Rowenna because she beta'ed this.
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Harry rolled over on his bed in the cupboard under the stairs, hoping that today would be better than the day before. Yet, somehow, he knew that today would be like any other day in this horrible house. He knew that today would be just as horrid as the day before and the day before that.
He would go downstairs, start breakfast, get hit for not cooking fast enough, and grab some crusts of bread. He would then get the mail, wash the dishes, be punished for not washing them correctly or drying them properly. He would than clean the living room and the rest of the kitchen along with Dudley's room. After he was done, he would be sent to his cupboard with a small plate of food and kept in there until it was time for him to take a shower with cold water and then go back to bed.
The day started as he had known it would, but it changed drastically when he was sent to get the mail.
He had been shocked to see the letter addressed to him, he never received any letters, especially letters without stamps, sealed with wax and with the writing done in green ink. It was even more difficult for Harry to receive letters when not very many people knew about his existence. The Dursley's kept other people's knowledge of him to only a few select people.
Harry was just opening his letter when Dudley spoke up about it. harry nearly glared at Dudley before remembering that Uncle Vernon would punish him if he did so. However, Harry couldn't stop himself and yelled at Vernon that it was his letter and that he had no right to take it. Harry knew that he would be punished for it later, but he didn't care. That was HIS letter, not theirs.
Harry watched as Vernon ripped the letter to shreds, not saying a word.
Harry didn't protest as Vernon backhanded him and than sent him to his cupboard, he just went.
Nothing happened to him the rest of the day, the night, or the day after. It worried Harry. The longer it took Vernon to punish him, the longer and more harsh the punishment would be. All that did occur were more and more letters arriving that were addressed to him.
On the fourth day, Vernon made them all get into a car and he started to drive around stangely, muttering to himself that "they" were not going any where near his family and that "they" weren't going to make "the boy" into a freak just like them. Vernon started and stopped the car in the oddest places. He changed directions willfully and irritated many of the other drivers.
That night, they stayed at a hotel and they left early the next day after Vernon destroyed all of the letters that had arrived that morning for him. That night, they stayed on a small hut on an island.
Harry sighed, it was going to be his birthday in ten minutes but other than him turning eleven, nothing important was going to happen. Harry never received anything for his birthday, in fact, he doubted they even knew when his birthday was.
Harry rolled over on his spot of floor, and was trying to go to sleep when he heard thuds. They weren't coming from Dudley, or from Petunia's and Vernon's room. No, they were coming from outside, on an island with just this house.
However, Harry didn't worry until he heard something pounding on the door. Harry nervously stood up and opened the door, where he was greeted with the sight of a giant standing in the doorway.
"You alright there, Harry," the giant said with a gentle tone.
Harry nodded, keeping his head down. "I reckon you don't remember me, but I'm Hagrid. You've grown since I last saw you. You were just a baby then."
Harry looked up at that, and found himself looking into Hagrid's eyes.
"You look like your father, but you have your mum's eyes.Well, I reckon we should leave before that giant prune Dursley wakes. I'll just leave him a note."
Harry finally spoke, "Leave? leave for where?"
"Why to get your supplies for school, of course," Hagrid replied. "Oh, before I forget, here's your letter."
Harry took the letter, opened it, and stared at it. "Hogarts, witchcraft, wizadry? But, I thought magic wasn't real."
"Didn't you know Harry? You're like your father and mother. You are a wizard, and a thumping good one once you get trained up some."
Harry shuddered when he heard Vernon's voice, "But he isn't going to get trained. There is no way I'm going to allow a-a-a-a freak in my house."
Dudley stirred on the couch and sat up. he looked around and saw his father standing by the bedroom door, with Harry by the front door and a huge, hairy man in the doorway.
He lloked in shock as the man pulled a pink umbrella out of his coat and pointed it at him.
The man than turned and walked out, with Harry following him with an odd expression on his face.
Vernon stared at his son. Dudley had a pig's tail growing out of his arse.
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Harry sat in the small boat and looked around himself with interest. Hagrid had just tapped the boat with his umbralla and the boat had started to move towards land.
When they landed at the dock, Hagrid pulled something out of his pocket and gave it to Harry, holding on to a part of it.
Harry felt a tugging sensation in his navel, and than there were in a dank pub.
Hagrid strode through the place carefully, nodding and saying hello to the barkeeper, Tom, before going to the alley behind the pub. He tapped on a certain brick, and lead the awestricken Harry into Diagon Alley.
He lead harry towards Gringotts, slightly disconcerted at the passiveness of the child, and gave Harry's vault key to the goblin.
Harry sat in the cart, and was shocked at the sudden movement forward. he had never rode on a rollar coaster, and imagined that this was what it felt like.
Soon they were at Harry's vault where Harry was surprised at the amount of gold in it. Hagrid placed a couple handfuls of the money into a bag and led Harry back to the cart, where they preceeded towards a high security vault that just had one grimy package in it.
Hagrid took Harry to the different stores in Diagon Alley, getting him his wand, books and potions supplies. He than directed Harry to Madame Malkin's and he himself went to buy they child a birthday present.
Harry waited patiently to the side as Madame Malkin finished measuring a blonde-haired boy before montioning to Harry to stand on a stool.
She measured Harry and than went to the back of the shop, leaving Harry with the boy.
"Hello, My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Who are you?"
"Harry," started the ebony haired boy, before Draco interrupted.
"What's your surname? You know, my father says they shouldn't allow muggle borns in the school," he continued without waiting for Harry to answer any questions.
Harry spent the rest of the time nodding his head and agreeing when a cold voice drawled, "Come on boy, I don't have time to wait for you." Harry saw a flash of fear in the boyís eyes, quickly hiding. He watched as the boy walked out of the shop, when he noticed a bruise on Draco's neck. He watched as Draco walked out the shop, and felt a bond with the boy.
warnings: child abuse...AU-ness...
disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. dedication: I dedicate this to a. dark_one shadowphyre, batwings slash, and Rowenna. To shadow cuz she was the one who pointed out I needed to revise this, Bat just cuz I like to dedicate things to him, and Rowenna because she beta'ed this.
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Harry rolled over on his bed in the cupboard under the stairs, hoping that today would be better than the day before. Yet, somehow, he knew that today would be like any other day in this horrible house. He knew that today would be just as horrid as the day before and the day before that.
He would go downstairs, start breakfast, get hit for not cooking fast enough, and grab some crusts of bread. He would then get the mail, wash the dishes, be punished for not washing them correctly or drying them properly. He would than clean the living room and the rest of the kitchen along with Dudley's room. After he was done, he would be sent to his cupboard with a small plate of food and kept in there until it was time for him to take a shower with cold water and then go back to bed.
The day started as he had known it would, but it changed drastically when he was sent to get the mail.
He had been shocked to see the letter addressed to him, he never received any letters, especially letters without stamps, sealed with wax and with the writing done in green ink. It was even more difficult for Harry to receive letters when not very many people knew about his existence. The Dursley's kept other people's knowledge of him to only a few select people.
Harry was just opening his letter when Dudley spoke up about it. harry nearly glared at Dudley before remembering that Uncle Vernon would punish him if he did so. However, Harry couldn't stop himself and yelled at Vernon that it was his letter and that he had no right to take it. Harry knew that he would be punished for it later, but he didn't care. That was HIS letter, not theirs.
Harry watched as Vernon ripped the letter to shreds, not saying a word.
Harry didn't protest as Vernon backhanded him and than sent him to his cupboard, he just went.
Nothing happened to him the rest of the day, the night, or the day after. It worried Harry. The longer it took Vernon to punish him, the longer and more harsh the punishment would be. All that did occur were more and more letters arriving that were addressed to him.
On the fourth day, Vernon made them all get into a car and he started to drive around stangely, muttering to himself that "they" were not going any where near his family and that "they" weren't going to make "the boy" into a freak just like them. Vernon started and stopped the car in the oddest places. He changed directions willfully and irritated many of the other drivers.
That night, they stayed at a hotel and they left early the next day after Vernon destroyed all of the letters that had arrived that morning for him. That night, they stayed on a small hut on an island.
Harry sighed, it was going to be his birthday in ten minutes but other than him turning eleven, nothing important was going to happen. Harry never received anything for his birthday, in fact, he doubted they even knew when his birthday was.
Harry rolled over on his spot of floor, and was trying to go to sleep when he heard thuds. They weren't coming from Dudley, or from Petunia's and Vernon's room. No, they were coming from outside, on an island with just this house.
However, Harry didn't worry until he heard something pounding on the door. Harry nervously stood up and opened the door, where he was greeted with the sight of a giant standing in the doorway.
"You alright there, Harry," the giant said with a gentle tone.
Harry nodded, keeping his head down. "I reckon you don't remember me, but I'm Hagrid. You've grown since I last saw you. You were just a baby then."
Harry looked up at that, and found himself looking into Hagrid's eyes.
"You look like your father, but you have your mum's eyes.Well, I reckon we should leave before that giant prune Dursley wakes. I'll just leave him a note."
Harry finally spoke, "Leave? leave for where?"
"Why to get your supplies for school, of course," Hagrid replied. "Oh, before I forget, here's your letter."
Harry took the letter, opened it, and stared at it. "Hogarts, witchcraft, wizadry? But, I thought magic wasn't real."
"Didn't you know Harry? You're like your father and mother. You are a wizard, and a thumping good one once you get trained up some."
Harry shuddered when he heard Vernon's voice, "But he isn't going to get trained. There is no way I'm going to allow a-a-a-a freak in my house."
Dudley stirred on the couch and sat up. he looked around and saw his father standing by the bedroom door, with Harry by the front door and a huge, hairy man in the doorway.
He lloked in shock as the man pulled a pink umbrella out of his coat and pointed it at him.
The man than turned and walked out, with Harry following him with an odd expression on his face.
Vernon stared at his son. Dudley had a pig's tail growing out of his arse.
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Harry sat in the small boat and looked around himself with interest. Hagrid had just tapped the boat with his umbralla and the boat had started to move towards land.
When they landed at the dock, Hagrid pulled something out of his pocket and gave it to Harry, holding on to a part of it.
Harry felt a tugging sensation in his navel, and than there were in a dank pub.
Hagrid strode through the place carefully, nodding and saying hello to the barkeeper, Tom, before going to the alley behind the pub. He tapped on a certain brick, and lead the awestricken Harry into Diagon Alley.
He lead harry towards Gringotts, slightly disconcerted at the passiveness of the child, and gave Harry's vault key to the goblin.
Harry sat in the cart, and was shocked at the sudden movement forward. he had never rode on a rollar coaster, and imagined that this was what it felt like.
Soon they were at Harry's vault where Harry was surprised at the amount of gold in it. Hagrid placed a couple handfuls of the money into a bag and led Harry back to the cart, where they preceeded towards a high security vault that just had one grimy package in it.
Hagrid took Harry to the different stores in Diagon Alley, getting him his wand, books and potions supplies. He than directed Harry to Madame Malkin's and he himself went to buy they child a birthday present.
Harry waited patiently to the side as Madame Malkin finished measuring a blonde-haired boy before montioning to Harry to stand on a stool.
She measured Harry and than went to the back of the shop, leaving Harry with the boy.
"Hello, My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Who are you?"
"Harry," started the ebony haired boy, before Draco interrupted.
"What's your surname? You know, my father says they shouldn't allow muggle borns in the school," he continued without waiting for Harry to answer any questions.
Harry spent the rest of the time nodding his head and agreeing when a cold voice drawled, "Come on boy, I don't have time to wait for you." Harry saw a flash of fear in the boyís eyes, quickly hiding. He watched as the boy walked out of the shop, when he noticed a bruise on Draco's neck. He watched as Draco walked out the shop, and felt a bond with the boy.