Hi, so this is my first try at fanfiction... hope you like.

Harry Potter was a short boy, he had blackish red hair, and wore the ugliest glasses known to man. Harry also had a sort of aristocratic look to him, if only he didn't dress up in rags that looked as if they were made for a person almost six times his weight and size, and the fact that he was severly abused and malnourised. Harry Potter had never had a pleasant life, but it was all he was used to. He was used to being unloved, he was used to being starved and beaten, he was used to recieving nothing from his good for nothing relatives. Although he didn't realise it yet, Harry Potter, was no ordinary person. Harry Potter was a legend. The icon of many different races. The subject of many different prophecies. Harry James Potter, was destined, to change this world for good.

Harry Potter's relatives, were the foulest, most disgusting sort of people ever. They were hypocrites. Vernon Dursley, was a big man, he weighed must have been about four hundred and fifty pounds, and he had a full head of greyish blonde hair. While his wife, Petunia Dursley, who was a skinny woman, with horse like features and brown hair. Dudley Dursley, was the wrost of them all. He was a boy that, much like his father, was obese. He weighed nearly one hundred and fifty pounds, and had blonde hair.

'FREAK! BOY! USELESS, LAZY, GOOD FOR NOTHING FREAK!'

Just some of the daily 'pleasantries' exchanged between 7 - year - old Harry Potter and his 'Relatives'. After some time Harry Potter got used to being called useless and 'abnormal', it wasn't until one day Harry Potter realised that he wasn't a freak, instead, he realised that he was special, different, maybe even Powerful. It all changed for little Harry Potter on that faithful day.

Flashback

"Get 'em Boys," said young Harry Potter's cousin

Just another playground game called 'Harry Hunting'. Quite frankly the only game that Dudley Dursley was any good at.

The young Raven haired boy knew all about Harry Hunting. And he knew exactly what happens when Harry gets caught. So, he ran for his life.

The Raven haired boy ran and ran, until they finally caught up with him at a dead-end. Now to some people it may look like harmless childs-play, but Harry knew that he wouldn't make it out without at least one broken bone today. Now Harry didn't panick until he saw that there was no teacher or any other staff member around. Only then did Harry start panicking.

'I wish I could get away. I wish i could get away. I wish I could get away."

And in a Golden flash, Harry Potter was not on the ground near the trashcan, but instead he was now on the roof of the school, over looking his cousin and his friends.

End Flashback

From that day forward, Harry Potter dedicated Himself to learn more and more about his 'Special' powers.

He spent days after days going to the library reading up on books trying to absorb all the knowledge he possibly could. Harry realised that if he would read a book often enough he would not have to re-read that specific book. Although Harry was clever, he played dumb. Not because he was arrogant or something. Only because if he would beat his 'cousin' in anything he would get beaten, over and over again.

Harry would Wake up at about Four Thirty in the Morning and make Breakfast for his relatives, THen he would have to clean the morning dishes and then had to pack lunch for his relatives. afterwards he would get dressed in his over sized rag-like clothing and then he would walk the forty-five minutes to school while his 'uncle' would drop his 'cousin' off.

After the school roof event Harry learnt that if he focused on a specific place for long enough and he was determined to get there, he would end up there. Harry had thought it was similar to the Teleportation on all the Sci-Fi movies and stories that the Dursley's looked at on the telly.

After school Harry would walk back home instead of catching the bus, because 'Freaks' don't deserve to be on a bus with 'normal' people. But Harry didn't mind. it gave him a sense of freedom, and then once he returned home, he would make lunch and tea for his relatives. And then he would do his chores (Which included everything from cleaning to gardening) and then he would have to make dinner. He would get a dry piece of toast with a cup of water for the day. If he was lucky n some days the teachers would offer him a sandwich on certain days.

Now it was quite obvious that Harry was underweight and malnourished because he was half of his recommended weight for his age. But every time he would tell one his teachers something of the sort that he is being beaten and starved or anything, they would file a complaint or either ignore him. Those that actually filed a complaint disappeared the next week, so Harry just gave up and decided to live with his life the way it is.

Harry was determined to learn his new ability, just so that he could protect himself from the Dursley's and anybody else who wanted to cause bodily harm towards him. Harry tried for hours on end, and dedicated all of his free time to mastering his skill. As well as discovering new skills, such as being able to unlock his cupboard as well as being abled to make people, as well as animals, do things with only a thought. Well, that last one needs a lot of concentration. It was actually by mstake, that Harry found out about the last one.

Flashback

Harry was standing on a chair, busy making dinner, when his 'cousin' came from behind him and pushed him off of the chair. Sounds stupid? But in actuality, Harry was holding the pot, and once he was bumped off, he fell with the pot full of soup, burning himself and messing up his wonderful aunts kitchen.

"You're in for it now freak! Daddy will take care of you!" Dudley said, in a mocking tone.

"What the ruddy hell is going on here? I'll teach you Freak! I'll show you!"

He immediately grabbed Harry by the hair and pulled him to the cupboard, and started beating him. Now, Harry didn't give his uncle the satisfaction of crying out loud. Harry had leant that crying made the beatings worse, so he stopped.

'STOP... STOP... STOP!' Harry chanted over and over, shouting in his mind. And suddenly his uncle stopped, mid swing. Harry looked at his uncle, and saw that his eyes had a sort of 'glossy' look to them. So Harry tried to take advantage of the situation.

'Go to bed, and tell Aunt Petunia how you beat me. Over exagerate.' Harry hoped that it just worked, and to his amazement, it worked! Harry was left bleeding i the six by six foot cupboard under the stairs.

Since then, Harry had learnt how to control people's emotions as well as thoughts and actions. Harry had done so, on more than one ocasion, and had fnally mastered it. Harry had used his powers on his teachers, and got them to bring him books on more advanced subjects, such as more advanced history and math books, meditation books and books on different languages. And Harry studied and studied and studied, until he was efficient in French, German and Bulgarian. Harry also tried to meditate and found out how to organise his memories and learn stuff quicker. Harry discovered that the inside of his mind looked like an old manor house, with many rooms, So harry labeled the doors and stored his memories in each door for each stage of his life, and he also made some shocking discoveries. Such as, the fact that he was rich, and the fact that his parents weren't drunks. But a lot of things didn't add up, and to save himself from all the heartache of feeling unloved, Harry stopped sorting his old memories. And decided to learn even more.

It was almost the end of the school year, and Harry was progressing brilliantly. He was getting straight A's for all of his higher level subjects, which he would recieve a report card for, seperately, While he was just recieveing above a C average for his normal class, which he attended with his cousin and his friends. Harry was doing fine with his training, until the end of the school year. Harry had arrived home and was immediately bombarded by his aunt, who hit him in the face with a pan, and then kicked his ribs and then dragged him to his cupboard, but not before she made him clean up his own blood. And waited for her husband to come home. Once he arrived, she showed him the report card.

"FREAK! YOU CHEAT! You are worthless! How could you beat my Dudley at anything? I'll show you to cheat! I knew I should have never put a freak like in a school with my perfect Dudley" Shouted Vernon Dursley.

Harry had come home after another term at school with a C+ average, while Dudley had received an D average. Dursley then opened the cupboard and pushed Harry in. Vernon repeatedly beat Harry until he started bleeding. Only then did Vernon stop.

Harry was chanting in is mind all the time; 'Please leave. Please leave. Please leave and go far away!'

Vernon went out of cupboard to Harry's relief and then went to his wife.

"Pet, I think we should go on a little vacation. NOW! Let's go. Don't pack just come, we'll buy new clothing." Vernon Half-Said Half-Shouted. If the Freak was going to die he wouldn't be accused. He would have an airtight alibi. He didn't want anybody to screw up his reputation.

They left almost immediately. Vernon was trying to get as far away from the house as possible.

Whilst Dursley's were away 'on holiday', a young boy lie in a cupboard, bleeding from his back, arms as well as the back of his head, with numerous broken bones including most of his ribs and spine, fighting for his life. The stench of blood was unmistakeable and the sight of the mangled seven-year-old boy was, to say the least, disgusting. The worst was, the boy was still awake, trying to escape the severity of his injuries, he went into his mindscape just before he lost conciousness.

Harry Potter awakened in an unfamiliar landscape. He saw a figure, it was... Him. Harry was staring at himself, except he was looking at a more healthy version of himself. One with Glowing, Sparkling emerald-green eyes. While he had dull green eyes.

"Welcome to your mind Harry. You will be here while your body is being healed by the Old magics." The good-looking me said.

"M-M-Magic?"

"Yes, Magic. You are, after all, a wizard Harry."

So, that was my first try at a FanFiction.

************ EDITED 30/11/2013 18:09 PM