Hello everyone I'm TheBlueNecromancer and I would like to welcome you to the first chapter of my first story. I would like to thank my good friend Seedative for giving me the courage and help in making this story a possibility. I would also like to thank these authors for giving me the inspiration for this story; Lupine Horror, Neolyph, and Arawn D. Draven. All these guys are fantastic writers and I suggest looking them up.

Chapter 1: It Begins

Ba Dum….Ba Dum….Ba Dum….

That's the only thing I can hear, just the consistent beat of my heart, Ba Dum. It hurts to move, it hurts to think. My body, it stings, it burns, why? Why does it hurt so much? This pain is worse than any time Uncle Vernon has hit me, it hurts more than any of the times Aunt Petunia has slapped me. Even the games of Harry hunting by Dudley and his friends has never hurt this much. I was leaving the bathroom wasn't I? It needed to be clean and I had just finished doing that.

Creak…

Dudley was behind me wasn't he? I can ask him for help.

Creak…

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon can get me to the doctors.

Creak…

The pain, it hurts so much but they can fix it right?

….

Why is it so quiet? "Dudley can you hear me? I fell down the stair and need help. Please Dudley help me!"

"Help you? Freak why would I do something like that? I really like where you are right now."

"Dudley HELP me please!" My throat is starting to hurt, this yelling is not doing me any good. It's so hard to focus.

"Do you remember you stupid idiot why you are here in the first place?"

I can't… no I can it was with Uncle Vernon yelling at me wasn't it?

"BOY get in this house now! Make sure your clean though we don't want any of the filth you have to be tracked in."

"Coming Uncle Vernon," I yell back. Why do I have to go in now, they just had me come out here to weed the garden. 'Sigh' Boy do this, freak do that, I have to do everything here.

"BOY!"

"I'm coming Uncle Vernon I just had to pick up the mess out here." Putting the weeding tools away and moving the the trash to the bin I head in.

"Yes Uncle Vernon?" Aunt Petunia is next to him, they both look like they're going out.

"Dudley isn't feeling well and we are going to get him some medicine, while we're gone you are to clean the bathroom upstairs."

I nod saying,"I understand Uncle Vernon." It's just one more thing to add to the list of chores I already need to do. Gathering the supplies needed I head upstairs and made sure to be extra careful not to bother Dudley, the last thing I need is for him to give Uncle Vernon a reason to be angry at me.

I'm going to have to tell Aunt Petunia we need more cleaning supplies. I hope she doesn't call me ungrateful this time when I ask. Finishing wiping the base of the toilet I start to pack up the supplies. Leaving the bathroom I'm just about to go downstairs when Dudley calls out from behind me.

"Hey freak."

'Sigh' "What do you need Dudley." I say and turn around to face him.

"With mum and dad gone guess what?"

There's a big smile on his stupid pudgy face, I do not like where this is going to go. "What?"

"I can do this." With that Dudley lunges at me and weighed down with the cleaning supplies and having the stairs behind me I can do nothing as his overweight body slams into my small one. "I hope you have a nice fall freak."

Coming back to reality as Dudley steps closer to me I say, "Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia are not going to like this Dudley, I know it was you."

"Ya, who are they going to believe you or me?" There is nothing I can say to that, we both know who they are going to believe.

"See freak I'm the boss here," he he starts to look around me, I'm not sure for what until he bends over and picks up a bottle of bleach. No, no no no.

"Dudley what are you doing?" I try to get up but my right leg explodes in pain. For the first time since I have fallen I take a look down at my body and see that my right leg looks like it got crushed. I feel like I'm about to be sick, there's blood everywhere around it. Pain unlike anything before shoots across my body and I can't help buy cry out.

"Shut up!" With the Dudley kicks me in the side.

"AHHH!"

"I said SHUT UP!"

I do nothing but whimper, my body hurts too much to do anything different. Dudley then sits on my chest. The attempt to push him off ended up giving me a fist to the face instead.

"You want to tattle on me, well then I hope you enjoying tattling about something after I pour this in your face." With that he lifts the bottle of bleach.

"STOP, I won't say anything Dudley I'll say I just fell. Please, enough of this Dudley it hurts so much."

He leans over me and I cringe at the smile he has. "No, I hope you enjoy this." The bottle of bleach is brought closer to me and I start trying to struggle again. "Hold still!" Again he punches me in the face, I can't see any more with my glasses now no longer on my face and do nothing but lay there and moan.

"Help me," I whisper but it's in vain. My head is pinned, bleach is poured, and the last thing I remember is screaming as it enters my eyes.

Unknown to Harry at this time he is capable of something which many people do not think is real, magic. Reacting to his cry for help it does something thought impossible, even to the magic users of his world. With a surge of power it explodes outward harming nothing. Though while it may have harmed nothing it did its purpose for with that magical explosion it left an imprint, a tiny one, but big and strong enough for a certain troll who was traveling through the kaleidoscope to notice.

"Hmm, I wonder, I wonder, what could have done something like that?" A giant grin spreads across the person's face. "This will turn out splendidly," and with that the person disappears in a swirl of colors.

I can hear shouting, it's making my already aching head pound more. Trying to move and gain attention is impossible, my body feels like stone.

"What have you done! What was going through your head Dudley that you thought that pushing the freak down the stair was a good idea!"

"I've seen you and mum hit the freak all the time though. You don't even stop me or Piers when we chase him around."

"Do you not understand the full situation of what you did?"

"I taught the freak a lesson like you tell me to do."

While unable to see I can just image Dudley's face as he is being yelled at by Uncle Vernon. It is an unpleasant experience when his face turns purple right in front of you, I should know.

"Go to your room now Dudley. Pet call the cops now."

"Dad.."

"GO now Dudley."

"Dear what will the neighbors think abo…"

Aunt Petunia worrying about what the neighbors will think is the last thing I hear before sleep reclaims me.

I'm awoken again this time by sirens, shouting, and someone touching me. With all the strength I can muster I raise my left hand as far as possible.

"Hey, stop moving ok doing so might make your injuries worse."

Though my eyes burn I open them and see nothing. At first I think it's because my glasses were smashed but then I realize that I truly can't see at all.

"Who are you and why can't I see?" I whisper, voice to sore to do anything else.

"I'm a paramedic son here to help, now hold still." Unknown to Harry he makes a gesture to the paramedic who is pushing a gurney to hurry up.

"What's your name son?"

"Didn't my uncle tell you?"

"Your uncle is… talking to the police."

I can imagine that is fun for him, "My name is Harry Potter."

"That's a good name, now listen Harry how old are you?"

"I'm turning eight this month."

"Eight, wow soon you'll be all grown up. Now listen Harry, my partner and I are going to have to move you to help ok. It's going to hurt but can you be strong for me."

I nod to him hoping he would be able to see that I did so.

"Ok then on the count of three we are going to lift you. 1….2….3!" On the count of three the paramedics lift harry on the gurney trying to set him down as softly as possible.

"AHHHHH"

"Harry hang on!"

"It hurts it hurts!" I'm screaming now despite my throat feeling like it's dry. I continue to scream and cry as I feel myself being moved closer to the siren and as I'm lifted once more I pass out unable to carry on.

Bits and pieces are the only things I can remember of the next few days. I can hear doctors and nurse whisper about me, talking about how I might never recover walking with my right leg or see with my eyes. They call it a miracle though to each other that I survived as long as I did. I don't know why not being able to see or walk right again is a miracle, if anything it makes me a bigger freak. The few times I'm fully awake the doctors and nurses treat me real well, I had asked about Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley but stopped when they wouldn't answer me.

"Harry what are you thinking about?" Asks a nurse who, for as long as I remember, has been by my side.

"Nothing," I rely not willing to talk to anyone at this moment. There is no reply back to me after a couple minutes which is weird because she always says something back to me. "Nurse?"

"Hahaha no my boy, though I thank you for thinking I'm that pretty nurse I sent down the hall." That wasn't any of the doctors or male nurses I know.

"Who are you, are you with the police?"

"Oh dear I haven't introduced myself to you yet have I? I am the Wizard Marshall Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg how do you do, you may call me Zelretch though." With a flourish unseen by Harry he bows and tips an imaginary hat before standing back up.

"Wizard Marshall? Wh… What are you doing here?"

"To see you of course," he says as a giant smile is forming on his face.

"To see me, why?"

"Because of your magical pulse, what else for."

"Magic isn't real though," I call out.

"Who said that your uncle, aunt, or your teachers?"

I don't respond because I know exactly who has told me that. Not wanting to fight with a crazy man I ask, "What do you want with me then? Did my… magical pulse hurt something?"

"Oh no no I was just curious to see what could have caught my attention while I was using the Kaleidoscope"

"The Kaleidoscope?"

"The ability to travel to any reality possible Harry."

Ignoring the fact he knows my name I say without telling him I reply, "You were traveling to different realities and I caught your attention?"

"Yes, in fact you should be glad there's a lot of people who try to get my attention."

"Is being the Wizard Marshall that important to other wizards?"

"Its magus actually and somewhat, though I have a question before we move on. Would you like to be my apprentice?"

"Why would I want to be your apprentice?"

"HAHAHA ohhh Harry you don't know how many people would kill to work under me. Though as my apprentice I can train you in your abilities, you could gain a lot of power."

"What would I have to do to be your apprentice?"

"Well first you would need to heal, I can't have you learning anything half dead."

"Then you might as well leave, the doctors won't say anything to my face but I've heard them that I probably won't ever be able to see again or walk right. I am just a cripple now."

The grin that Zelretch has been wearing falls for a moment before it comes back full force. "Mere technicality, all you have to do is accept my hand and we can be gone."

I'm quiet for a moment really thinking this through. A sharp pain in my leg that makes me wince makes the choice.

"Will I ever have to come back here?"

"Only if you want too."

I wait a couple second before slowly reaching my right hand out towards where Zelretch has been speaking, or at least where I think I've heard him speak.

"Great then!" He says, his hands are so much larger compared to mine. "Just one thing before we leave. Do try to not hold me accountable if you go insane."

…. "What!"

With that the second magic is activated and both Zelretch and Harry disappear in a swirl of colors.