Title: Harry Potter and the Founders Heir

Rating: K (May change!)

Chapter: Prologue/?

Parings: Ginny/Harry Hermione/? Draco/OC

Word count:1363

WARNING! Does contain: Ron bashing, Manipulating Dumbledore, Slight Molly bashing.

Hello! This is my first HP fanfiction so do be kind :) This idea wouldn't leave me alone so here it is. I wish I was smart enough to come up with the Harry Potter Universe but I'm not it all belongs to JK who is my queen. I just like playing in other peoples ideas :) Enjoy!

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr Dursley was currently sitting at the kitchen table, his beefy face hidden under the daily newspaper as his wife poured his morning cup of coffee. Muttering under his breath as he scanned the headlines. "No wonder the country's going to the dogs!"

Petunia nodded briefly as she glanced around the kitchen "Have you seen the boy?" She frowned. Vernon snorted "Why do I care where that freak is. Nothing to do with me." Petunia sighed and left the kitchen, rapping angrily on the cupboard under the stairs door.

"Get up! You're preparing breakfast. NOW!" Causing a scrawny young boy to jolt up in shock, hitting his head on one of the low beams and wincing as he rubbed his head. He sighed and reached out for his glasses, blinking as his vision returned to him. He walked into the kitchen and started making Bacon and eggs.

"Don't you dare burn them!" Petunia snapped "I want everything to be perfect for Dudder's special day."

"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry replied softly as he flipped the bacon. He glanced back at the living room where many wrapped boxes lay. Looked the same as last year…. And more than anything Harry had ever received, his birthday, which was just a few weeks away, was mainly ignored by the Dursley's except a pair of socks or a fifty pence piece. Harry forced himself out of his thoughts as someone stampeded down the stairs and waddled into the kitchen, eyes glinting greedily at the presents as his parents wished him a happy birthday and a tearful petunia hugged him. Dudley pushed her off and walked to the presents. He frowned and turned to his father "How many are there?" He asked

"36." Vernon said proudly, "counted them myself." Dudley, on the other hand looked outraged.

"36? Last year I had 37!" He shouted angrily, stomping his feet firmly on the floor.

Vernon stuttered as he began to speak. "Well…Well some of them a bit bigger than last-"

"I don't care how big they are." He screamed, fake tears filling his eyes. Petunia panicked and rushed to him. "Oh pumpkin when we go to the zoo, we'll get you two new presents! How's that?" She asked. Dudley thought for a moment "So… I would have…" He asked slowly.

"38. One more than last year." Vernon shot in, his face filled with relief.

"I.. I guess that's okay." He decided, tears long gone as he sat down to unwrap his presents.

Harry couldn't believe it. He was going to the zoo. He normally got sent to Mrs Figg, a peculiar woman who had a strong fondness for cats, however due to her breaking her leg and with no one else being available to take him, the Dursleys had no choice but to take him with them. Dudley was still complaining in the car, whining about how Harry would ruin his birthday but Harry didn't mind. He rarely got taken out of Privet Drive let alone to an actual zoo. By the time they got to the reptile house Harry was certain this was one of the best days of his life. He was even allowed to have ice cream, albeit Dudley's unwanted one. He stared at one of the snakes, frowning in annoyance when Dudley pounded on the glass.

"MOVE!" He screamed.

"Stop it!" Harry snapped. "He's asleep!" He glared after Dudley before turning to the snake "Sorry." He muttered "It must be really annoying…. People staring at you wanting you to do stuff…" He froze as the snake moved towards the glass, staring right at him. "Can you… Can you hear me?" He whispered softly. The snake nodded and he gasped, glancing at the sign "You're from Burma aren't you? Was it nice? Do you miss your family there?" He asked. The snake pointed back to the sign. "Oh…." Harry whispered "You don't have a family… like me… I don't remember my parents." He explained; a moment later wincing as something grabbed him by the arm and flung him to the floor.

"Dad! Come here!" Dudley yelled loudly. "You won't believe what this snake is doing!" He greedily pawed at the glass, leaning his full weight on it. Harry frowned as a surge of anger filled his body, suddenly the glass holding the overweight boy vanished, causing Dudley to topple into the snake enclosure with a loud cry. Harry gasped as the huge snake slithered out of the enclosure and straight to Harry.

"Thanks…." He hissed. Harry's mouth dropped open.

"A-Anytime." He said breathlessly as the snake slipped away. Harry jumped and spun around as he heard a terrified scream. Petunia banged on the reappeared glass as she tried to get Dudley out. Harry sniggered softly as a small smile graced his features. It quickly left though, once he saw his uncle's gaze on his.

"Cupboard. Now." His uncle gave authoritative instruction as they re-entered the house. Dudley immediately went into the kitchen, his mother's arms wrapped around him to keep him warm. Harry looked up at the older man.

"Why?" He questioned "I didn't do anything!" He protested. Vernon glared at him.

"I swear to god boy! If you don't get in that cupboard right now, you won't have any meals for a week" He shouted in Harry's face.

"It wasn't my fault!" Harry told him "The glass just disappeared it was like magic!" Harry gasped in pain as he fell to the floor, the side of his face exploding in pain. He was lifted by the scruff of the neck and dragged to the cupboard. Landing face first on his bed.

"There's no such thing as magic!" Vernon snarled as he slammed the door, locking it shut. Harry didn't move, instead laid there quietly. Now he had done it. The last time Uncle Vernon was this mad, Harry had been locked in for a week. He blinked as his brain banged against his skull, he closed his eyes to stop the spots of colour blinding his vision, quickly wiping away the tear that escaped from him.

"Stop it." He whispered softly. "Don't you dare." His voice broke. Was this to be his life? Living like this until he was grown? Not having any type of happiness? Not being loved? Harry thought of his parents. They must have hated him. They had no plan for him? Nothing in case they died. He was doomed to live with the stinking Dursley's until there was nothing left of him. He choked back a small sob and buried his face in his pillow which allowed him to release his supressed emotion, letting the last 10 years of pain flow out of him uncontrollably. After an hour, he finally found peace in the form of sleep.

Harry opened his eyes, blinking against the concrete as he sat up straight. He frowned and he looked around. The room was colossal and made entirely of stone; the walls could have been at least fifty foot tall and was the size of a football field. Harry took a deep breath as he touched the side of his face, expecting to find pain there but there wasn't. Furthermore, his glasses were gone. He could still see perfectly. Strangely, he felt a weird a sudden feeling wave over him.

He was not without company.

He span around, jumping to his feet as he came face to face with a tall man, His dark red hair was long and wild, matching a beard that covered his face which was worn and tired. Harry had never seen anyone in such dress. Not wearing normal clothes at all, the man was wearing a long robe, which was a reddish-brown. The man's piercing green eyes bore into Harry's. After a moment silence, Harry had built up the courage to speak.

"W-who are you?" He whispered.

The man laughed. "Why my heir. I am Godric Gryffindor!"