Chapter 1: I "accidentally" stab my cousin with a knife

I would like to own Harry Potter and all the other fancy stuff, but sadly, I don't :,(.

Harry James Potter was not a happy camper. Dudley was chasing him around the school, again. He'd gotten used to running away. Harry hoped he could grow up into one of those big muscular guys in the movies he'd seen Dudley watching. Harry was small for his age, and his body's muscle looked thin, and wiry. He'd heard his Phy Ed teachers discussing why he was so small once. He was a natural target for bullying. As Harry ran down the school's playground, he wondered where Isabelle was. He hoped Dudley's gang hadn't got her, which was very unlikely, as she was a master at thinking of places where people wouldn't look for her. Isabelle was his only friend, and he treasured her more than anything. He kept running, turning the corner of the school and passed the dumpsters, any bully's favorite place for violence. He took a quick peep to see if anyone was there. There, was his friend, and the other half of Dudley's gang that hadn't been chasing him. There was Dudley, and to his surprise, he was holding a dull knife in his hand. Dudley had never used something like that. He preferred his fists. Harry's eyes widened. How could he, an 8-year old with a deformed body, beat an overgrown baby whale with a knife? Dudley began bringing down the blade, while Isabelle's eyes lit up with an unfamiliar emotion he'd never seen on her; fear.

The blade pierced Isabelle's left arm, and she shrieked in pain. Something inside Harry snapped. He felt an enormous wave of anger rise over him, it's sole purpose focused on hurting Dudley. Suddenly, the knife in Dudley's hand fought against his grip, and started trying to stab Dudley. Dudley yelped, and when the knife finally hit Dudley's face, he screamed in pain. His cousin's screams of pain brought Harry out of his fury, and the knife clatter to the ground. Dudley and his gang ran away screaming about cursed knives and freaks, leaving Isabelle alone, shocked. Harry wasn't too sane either. He walked over to her, then ran when he saw the wound in her arm was still bleeding. Isabelle's sky-blue eyes were brimming with tears, and she was slowly rocking back and forth. He enveloped her in a tight hug, sitting down and letting her lean her head onto his shoulder. She was suffering, both in physical and emotional pain. He wanted nothing more than to stop her pain right now. Suddenly, her arm flashed bright gold, and the blood that had been spilling onto the pavement slowly retreated, back up her arm, and into the deep cut. Isabelle gasped, in relief or amazement he didn't know.

"How...," she asked, staring at me pointedly. "I know you did this, what did you do?" She asked again.

"I don't know..." Harry responded, just as confused as she was, but thankful. Isabelle didn't ask any more questions, just lied in the crook of his neck, while Harry hugged her. That's the position the teacher who'd been patrolling the playground found them, having heard Dudley's and Isabelle's screams. She saw the knife on the floor, and her eyes widened.

End of Chapter 1

AN: This is my 1st story, so don't judge. I'll update tomorrow, since it's the weekend. I WILL update at the least once a week. THIS is NOT a OC/HP fic. It's a DG/HP one. Gray Harry. Nice Draco. Bad Weasley's, Dumbles Bashing, but Dumbles will be forgiven. Inheritance, but not too much. Powerful Harry, but will have to earn it. Special Abilities and Animagi.