Prologue: Beginnings

Harry James Potter. It was a name that had earned much attention and scrutiny from many different people but the child himself was just that; a child. One that was currently only of the age six and was learning quickly about what being that age meant for him.

Harry was starting his second year of primary education. The year before had shown that he was a bright young boy and learned quickly for someone his age. His grades had been in the upper levels of his class while his cousin Dudley had been just above the very bottom.

To say that his Aunt and Uncle were less than pleased was an understatement. Harry had earned a three year punishment for the grades.

You see, Harry James Potter had been orphaned on October 31st, 1981 and had been forced to live with his Aunt and Uncle since the death of his parents. Petunia and Vernon Dursley, unfortunately, resented this fact and had made it their life mission to make sure that everyone knew that Harry was a worthless and stupid child.

In another world, Harry would have taken the punishment of his grades and begin dumbing down his work to be just bellow his cousin's, therefore placing him at the very bottom, or close to it, of his class.

In this world Harry had been complimented by his teacher, assured that she was proud of his grades and that he was "a very sweet and intelligent little boy". Unlike the world in which this teacher had been on leave due to a miscarriage and injuries from the accident that had caused the miscarriage, the teacher had managed to avoid this and was still working at the local school where she was given Harry Potter and Dudley Dursley's First Year class. Unlike the replacement teacher that had been hired in the other world, Mrs. Cotte did not dismiss Dudley's blatant bullying and adored the sweet cousin that never complained against the unfair treatment that he was given by his cousin. This fact and her encouragement was what led Harry James Potter to do his best in school despite his relatives; all in an effort to feel that emotion he had when he had been encouraged by the gentle Mrs. Cotte.

So upon his second year of primary schooling, Harry Potter resolved that he would get the best grades that he could in order to make his teachers proud.

Somewhere else in the world, a butterfly flapped its wings.

"Boy!" Petunia Dursley shouted, drawing her six year old charge out. In her hand was a report card that had been mailed to them. One addressed for him and another for Dudley. From the look on his Aunt's face, he had done much better than his cousin.

Harry fought back the uncertain fear with memories of a kind smile and soft encouragement, something that his family had never offered him and he would do anything to receive again. This encounter would cement the young Harry Potter's resolve to do well in school.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia?" the small child asked softly, unable to be rid of the fear entirely.

"What is this?" the woman seethed.

"My report card," Harry answered dutifully but still quiet enough not to invoke his aunt's full wrath.

"What did your uncle and I tell you about cheaters?" Petunia demanded; her eyes filled with a raging fire. It would not do to tell the boy he was to make sure to do worse than her own son as he might repeat the words and find out that she'd no right to do that and could get them all in trouble with the law. Petunia was under no illusion that the authorities would not find her nephew's treatment to be child abuse but her hatred for her sister over won the worry of repercussions.

"I did not cheat." Harry stated, frowning. He was right, he decided. His relatives would always accuse him of cheating if he did better than his cousin. He had thought so during the 'cheater' conversation the year previous.

"Yes you did!" Petunia snarled. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll make sure not to repeat this performance again." The woman threw the card down before stomping away in anger.

This incident cemented a six year old Harry Potter's determination to prove his family wrong. It all began the stirring of resentment from the young child.

"Alright class," a pretty blond teacher addressed the class of seven year old Third Years. "My name is Ms. Kathy and I will be your new music teacher. We will be starting this year off with learning how to play our own instruments!"

In another world, Katrina Kathy had died tragically in a fire that had killed her entire family just before she could begin her new job as a music teacher. The replacement that they had gotten for her had been a lazy man that only ever played classic music during class and droned on about the history of music. This would have saw to Harry brushing music aside as a useless class and he wouldn't even think anything of the subject missing when starting at Hogwarts.

Here, it was a different story.

Harry immediately fell in love with two different instruments that gave off the most wonderful of sounds. The flute and the piano became the two instruments Harry was determined to master and he made arrangements after class to stay after school every day for piano lessons as he learned to play the flute during class.

The teacher was beyond enchanted and his relatives never noticed his prolonged absent.

After two months after being taught notes and fingerings, Harry had shown himself to be on his way to becoming a master musician and Ms. Kathy decided that he would need his own instruments to practice on.

She decided to approach his guardians the next day as she waved goodbye to the enchanting child she had met on a few months before.

On the other side of the world, two butterflies crossed each other's paths, wings flapping at the same time.

Nothing would ever be the same.

Right, so I know that I should really be focusing on the stories that I already have posted but this plot bunny was just dying to be written and posted.

Rewriting and revising all my stories to match me current writing style has been, well, hard. And annoying. It's not fun to go through everything you've ever written and fix things while making sure that you're keeping consistent with the already written content. So I'm taking a break from it by working on what I've already completed fixing and this.

Summer is here people~! Which means that updates will be much more frequent until school starts when they'll probably be nonexistent. Senior year, here I come!

~MisteryMaiden~