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Harry Potter and the World of Dinosaurs
By: Tellemicus Sundance
Chapter 1—Consequences of Complacency

August 13, 1984
The Hangman's Noose, Knockturn Alley

It was a bad time to be a dark wizard.

After nearly twenty years of dominance, the once mighty dark powers that led the world through fear, greed, and murder had been abruptly toppled and scattered like glass. As what has always happened in times past and will continue to happen in times to come, without a strong leader holding the reins and directing the cutthroats in a singular cause, the self-righteous and self-serving dark wizards had immediately turned on one another.

Wizards and witches of noble blood and birth, once utterly untouchable through various means, were suddenly finding themselves being hunted down, either betrayed by their brethren or by those who knew of their wrongdoings. But although many were either captured or killed in the following manhunts, quite a few managed to slip between the cracks. Those in the Wizengamot and law enforcement were more focused and content to bring in the recognized or suspected Death Eaters and those of higher tier importance of the fallen Dark Lord's organization. As was typical, many of those upper-class dark wizards were of noteworthy and respectable Pureblood families and had long aspirant careers and lineages dealing with the dark side. Thus, this naturally made them high priority targets of the 'redeemed' Ministry.

Thus, excluding special cases, most of the common rabble who were little more than cannon-fodder to bolster the Death Eater ranks or who had joined out of fear were largely ignored and left free to roam and live as they wished. However, for every dark wizard that had joined out of fear of being hunted down, five more had joined out of complete devotion to the cause of purifying and/or controlling the filth that was contaminating their magical bloodlines.

As was the case for one particularly surly group of wizards who had taken up residence in the lone pub of the dark street. All of them were dark wizards, former members of the once-mighty and terrifying Death Eaters, all having been branded with the Dark Mark, and all currently in hiding from their brethren and the 'triumphant' Ministry of Magic.

"Bunch'a backschhabbing cow'rds!" seethed a wizard with a large, bulbous nose. He was rapidly approaching the point of being roaring drunk, having consumed copious amounts of the vile vodka-rime. The magical cold drink was far from the delicacy of gigglewater or the more widely used and favored firewhiskey. It was a cheap mix of Muggle vodka and ice magic. Thus, it was perfect for a poor wizard and meant to get him as sloshed as possible in the shortest amount of time. "If zhe dark lord wasch here, zhey'd schtill be cow'ring in zheir bootsch of usch!"

"Will you give it a rest already, Dereth?!" a shallow, pale faced wizard demanded hotly. He was far less drunk and was still somewhat trying to hide under his cloak's hood from the wandering eyes of the other patrons of the dilapidated pub. "Complaining about ain't gonna bring our Lord back!"

"Oh, let him be, Hector," Lexis the Whore said, the only witch among the group. "It's better he lets it out now than later."

"And that'sch juscht what 'm a gonna do!" Dereth stated before chugging another large mouthful of vodka-rime. With a heavy exhale, an icy blue mist of alcohol breath blew from his mouth. "I don' tschink I kin liv' 'n a world tha' hasch zhozz filthy ami'nals it wi'out zhem firscht being prun'd an' pluck'd for z'e slaa'ter azz zhey zho'd be!"

"Ah, what a wonderful world that would be!" Garrett the Bold, the last of their little group, said. Nods of agreement from Lexis and Hector showed they at least shared the opinion, even if they didn't voice it. "But with how our wonderful Chief Warlock and the overeager new Head Auror are so eagerly cleaning up the streets, that's not going to happen any time soon."

Loud growls of fury and disgust echoed around the group as thoughts of Dumbledore and Scrimgeour's work returned. Sadly, Garrett's statement was nothing short of factual. Both men were leading the charge against the Death Eaters and their work had been bearing a lot of fruit these past few months. There weren't too many Pureblood families left that hadn't felt the heavy chains of the prosecution chair over their shoulders as they faced the full fury of (and selectively emptied large amounts of their savings accounts into) the Wizengamot.

"You know," Hector said, a contemplative look on his face. "Pretty soon, they're going to run out of high-class prats to round up and bankrupt. Who do you think they'll go for next?"

The answer was glaringly obvious to all of them.

"What are you suggesting?" Lexis asked, eyeing Hector critically as she took a sip of her own vodka-rime. Blowing out her own small icy breath, she continued, "That we leave the country before that happens?"

"That would be the smart thing to do," Hector admitted, sipping his own goblet deeply.

"Bah!" Dereth barked disgustedly. "Zhe o'ly way zhey'll get me in zhat blwu'dy schair iz if zhey kill me firscht!"

"I agree," Lexis said resolutely.

"Yes, better to go down in a blaze of spellfire than end up in a cold cell with dementors for visitors," Garrett agreed, finishing off his own goblet.

After a long moment of silence, Garrett got an idea. It was a stupid idea, suicidal even. If he'd been any less drunk than he was, he would've realized that and dismissed it out of hand. But with the high concentration of liquid courage poisoning his veins, he saw his idea as nothing short of the pinnacle of utter brilliance. Thus, he let a lewd sneer cross his face as he said, "So why don't we?"

"What?" Lexis asked, the whole table turning to look questioningly at him.

"It's gonna happen anyway," Garrett stated, feeling more and more confident in his idea. "So why wait for the inevitable to come to us? Let's go out in a blaze of glory! One last hurrah to celebrate the death of our mighty lord to a worthless puling brat!" Such was the logical of a scorned drunk.

"Gr'at 'dea!" Dereth immediately agreed, far too far gone to not see the sheer stupidity of the action in question, or even see straight for that matter. And so it went, one after another, their little group agreed to the stupid plan and departed from the pub. They were in such an ecstatic rush to relive the good old days one last time that they utterly forgot to try and pay for their drinks.

Park, Surrey

It was very dark out and little 4-year-old Harry Potter was getting very scared. He had been a very bad boy today at his relatives' house. His aunt had been trying to show him how to properly wash and rinse the dishes, saying that it was time he started earning his keep around the house. And while he didn't necessarily understand what she meant or why he and not Dudley had to do it, he feared her and his uncle's wrath too much to even consider not trying to stay on their good sides.

But because he was still just a little boy, still figuring out how to properly walk and move about, learning to coordinate his limbs, he had quickly and accidentally broke one of his aunt's favorite plates (or so she said) as he was trying to dry it with a washcloth. He knew he was in trouble long before his aunt started shrieking in rage and grief over the broken plate. She had quickly bent him over her knee and paddled a wooden spatula on his small ass with all of her furious strength before shoving him out into the backyard. Harry, fearing more pain and torment would follow once his aunt had cleaned up the mess, had quickly used the small window of opportunity to rush around the house and run down the street.

Harry Potter had run away from the Dursleys for the first time in his life. But because he was still a young child, scarcely old enough to be considered not a toddler, he didn't make it very far. He had only gotten four blocks away from Privet Drive when exhaustion crept in. A conveniently nearby park was the perfect place for him to go to hide, rest, and hide some more. He knew he should go back to the house, but he was still so scared! And not only that, but he was also quite lost. He had never been allowed out of eyesight of his relatives' home before, as they were too embarrassed at having to put up with him to let him shame them by letting the neighbors see him. Thus, once the house was out of sight, he was hopelessly and completely lost.

So, he did the only thing he felt he could do. Stay where he was, where he was safe, and hope that someone nicer than his aunt and uncle would find him and take him far away. Take him somewhere better, nicer, safer…happier? That was what he wanted to have happen. Surely, someone would come around and try to help him. Anyone was better than his relatives!

But as time went by, his hopes were quickly dashed. The people on the streets and sidewalk passed by him without comment. A few might've paused after spotting his forlorn form seated on one of the swings, but none approached him. He had started crying again until he had no tears left to shed. His mouth grew dry and his tummy started to hurt again in hunger. The hot sun beat down on his little shoulders, but he just stayed where he was. Fighting to keep the hope alive that someone would come and save him.

Then, night began to fall. Lights lit up in the surrounding houses and businesses. Cars and people soon started heading home in a mass exodus. Eventually, the masses thinned out, the constant traffic died down, and the red sky turned black as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. And yet still no one came to him. He was all alone. He started to wonder, had been wondering ever since he arrived, had been wondering since he really started understanding that his relatives hated him. Was this his fate? Was he destined to be alone and scared, powerless and in pain, for the rest of his life? Was he really so worthless of a creature as that? Is that why he had been left alone? Why had his mommy and daddy (because he surely had some!) left him to this misery? Had he done something wrong to deserve this?

As more and more of these depressing thoughts and questions began floating through his mind, a wild, vibrant energy began to awaken within him. It wouldn't have been noticeable to most people at first. But they would've soon realized that something…phenomenal was occurring. Pieces of foliage, loose gravel, and grass had begun to shake to an absent wind, rising slowly into the air, as the energy continued to grow, seeking an outlet of some kind.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Four simultaneous explosions of displaced air rent the area of the playground. Harry let out a small shriek of fright as he was jolted out of his melancholy mood and sent careening to the ground.

"Owie," he whined, rubbing where his head had hit the gravel ground behind him as he pushed himself upwards.

"Well, well," a loud man's voice suddenly said, quickly drawing Harry's attention. "What have we got here?"

Looking up towards the voice, Harry saw four of the strangest dressed people he'd ever seen before. They all wore what looked like black dresses of some kind that were embroidered with bits of silver and green stones or cloth, complete with big pointed black hats. But despite the rather interesting dresses they wore, all of them were filthy, smelling like Uncle Vernon whenever he was in an especially bad mood, and were leering down at him as though he was something distasteful that needed to be squashed.

"Would you look at that?" one of the men said, pulling out a long but thin stick that he pointed towards Harry in a clearly threatening manner. "We haven't even started yet and we've already found an animal to play with!"

"Wh-What?" Harry stammered out fearfully. "Wh-Who are you, sir?"

"Silence, whelp!" the lady snapped. Raising her stick, she brought it swishing downwards towards him while snapping out a word he didn't understand. "Crucio!"

Harry barely had enough time to register the bolt of energy that shot from the tip of that stick before it struck him. When it did, he suddenly found himself awash with the most terrible, mind-wrenching, horrendous agony he'd ever felt before in his short life! This was worse than Aunt Petunia spanking him! It was worse than his uncle whipping him with his belt! And that time Dudley pushed him down the stairs and broke both his arms didn't even come close to compare! It—Was—AGONY!

It could've lasted a second, an hour, or a year, but it didn't matter to Harry. But when the pain was finally let up, however long it had taken, it felt like he'd been held under it for hours. His body collapsed numbly to the ground, jolts of pain still twitching through his limbs, as he moaned out of a throat sore from screaming moments earlier. The lady and her companions were speaking again, but he didn't have the mental capacities to even bother trying to understand what was being said. He just continued to lay there, trying futilely to recover.

After only a moment, one of the men moved forward and knelt down next to Harry. At first, Harry had had a glimmer of hope that he'd apologize and try to help him up. Instead, the man grabbed a large handful of his long, spiky black hair, and pulled his head upwards so he could see his face. However, whatever he saw caused the man to immediately gasp out in shock, reflexively releasing Harry and causing Harry to collapse painfully back to the ground again.

His relief was short-lived however. The man immediately grabbed and pulled him up again, this time maintaining his hold while he swept back Harry's bangs. Holding Harry's revealed face over towards his friends, all of them gasped in shock, staring down at the barely-conscious boy in disbelief. Then, after a few moments of silence, wild laughter erupted from them as they gazed upon him with pride like he was little more than a trophy deer. Harry let out a whimper, finally managing to gain some mobility in his limbs again and tried to pull away. But the man tightened his grip on Harry's hair greatly, shaking him slightly in an obvious warning to stay still.

"Luck is truly on our side tonight!" one of the other men said, pointing his stick at Harry. The tip of his stick was glowing with an ominous green color. Despite himself, Harry found himself freezing up reflexively as he saw it. That light… There was something…familiar about it. Something…that reminded him of…screaming…Pain…Laughter…

The group started arguing among themselves, trying to decide what to do with their little captive. In doing so, they failed to notice something important. That energy was starting to awaken again. Provoked by the pain, fueled by their cruel treatment, and now triggered by the remnants of a terrible memory, the energy finally found an 'anchor' within the boy. It responded to his fear and pain and primal survival instinct, filling him with an incredible power. Before he even knew what he was doing, Harry let out a loud shriek of…everything he was feeling. Grass, gravel, leaves and foliage began floating into the air, dancing to an unnatural maelstrom that was circling Harry.

The group of tormentors around him had only a moment to realize what was happening and react to it before he suddenly expelled all of the power in one massive push outwards. Everything, even the man holding onto him, was sent tumbling five meters away from him, having been unable to raise adequate shields around themselves. For just a moment, Harry crouched on the ground in the epicenter of it all before he collapsed limply back to the ground again, dead to the world as magical exhaustion and his own bodily exhaustion knocked him unconscious.

The group of drunk dark wizards recovered and recoiled quickly from where they'd landed.

"No wonder the brat killed the dark lord!" Hector said, pushing himself awkwardly back to his feet. "He may be a brat but he's a monster already!"

"Let's just kill him and get it over with!" Lexis shrieked, fear of the brat's power driving her somewhat crazy.

"No!" Garrett barked. "Do you guys realize the potential of what we have here?!"

"I know that Dumbledore and his precious Order will on crawling all over this place within two minutes!" Lexis stated, still somewhat shrieking. "And the Ministry won't be far behind either! With that magical output, they probably felt it as far away as Rome!"

"Quite exaggerating, Lexis," Garrett growled, glaring at the hysterical witch as he knelt down and roughly grabbed the boy up again. "But I agree, let's get out of here. Now!"

"W'ere sch'uld we go?" Dereth asked, still somewhat out of it because of his inebriated mind. The hard knock to the head he took from the powerful outburst a few moments ago didn't help matters for him much.

"Somewhere no one would even think to look for him or us," Garrett said, grinning savagely. "The Forbidden Forest!"

"What?!" Hector barked, gawking at his companion. "Are you crazy?!"

"No, think about it!" Garrett countered easily. "It's the last place Dumbledore would even think to look! We'd be hiding his precious Boy-Who-Lived right under his obnoxious nose! It's brilliant!"

Not smart or sober enough to formulate an adequate counter, all of his companions nodded and teleported away.

Not even thirty seconds later, the first of the Ministry personnel would arrive to try and get a handle on the unusual magical activity that had been recorded in the area. But despite the ample amount of evidence available, the wizard would not realize just what he had been too slow in responding to and arriving to prevent from happening until it was far, far too late. He would be promptly fired from his job and blacklisted by the rest of the wizarding society for the next decade or so when the secret of the disaster was brought to light with the usual grandiose embellishment from the Daily Prophet two days later.

Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest

"Wake up!" an angry unfamiliar voice as a boot kicked him in the stomach. Harry snapped awake quickly, crying out in pain, cradling up in a fetal position. If he'd had the body water to spare, tears would've fallen from his eyes immediately.

"Welcome back to the world, brat!" the kicker said, sneering conceited down at him. Harry vaguely recognized him as the one who'd been holding him by his hair.

Looking around wildly, Harry saw that they and the other three people from earlier were in some kind of dark, eerie forest. He couldn't see the sky through the rotten canopy. He couldn't even tell what time of day or night it was, it was so dark and foreboding. He himself was lying on the ground with his back pressed up against a large rocky cliff that jutted out of the ground as though it'd been thrust upwards quite violently recently. Around him, the rotting black and dead trees were everywhere, the stink of moldy and rotting foliage and death hung thick in the air around them.

Instantly, his fear spiked substantially as his gaze shot back to the group of mean people who'd kidnapped him. And he knew he was kidnapped because he most certainly did not want people like this come and pick him up!

"Wh-Where are we?" he uttered fearfully, his eyes shooting instantly to the lady in fear that she'd make him feel pain again for speaking. But when she made no move, besides glaring at him hatefully, he hesitantly asked, "Who-Who are y-you people? Wh-Wh-What's going on?! I'm scared!"

One of the men scoffed derisively, instantly silencing Harry. "This is the fabled and almighty Boy-Who-Lived?! What a disgrace! How could our Lord have fallen to a whelp like this?!"

"Shut up, Hector," the first man said, glaring at the man. "He's still just a brat. He probably doesn't know anything about anything."

"Puh," the third man, by far the largest of the lot, spat to the side. "H'w c'uld 'e not 'now? Dum'dore prob'ly hazz 'im 'ivin' in schum p'lace!"

Before Harry could speak up to ask or argue, the lady snapped out, "Forget all that! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH HIM?! This is your plan, Garrett! What's the plan?!"

"Yes, please fill us in, oh Wise One," Hector demanded, now glaring at Garrett.

"It's really quite simple," Garrett said, a grin that Harry really didn't like crossing his face. "We send Dumbledore a little 'message'. We'll bargain the boy back for a nice reward of, oh say...500 thousand Galleons, for each of us, in exchange for getting his precious golden boy back alive!"

"OOoohhhh! Now that's a plan!" Hector cooed, grinning greedily at all that gold he was now eagerly looking forward to.

"Yezzz," the big man slurred, also grinning.

"Okay, that's a good idea," the lady conceded, now much more calmly, though she still glared icily at Harry. "But how are we going to tell Dumbledore about this and get away with our lives?"

"First," Garrett stated as he reached into a pocket on his dress. "We have to send a message to get his attention. How about one of the boy's fingers?"

As he spoke, he withdrew a large, gilded jewel-encrusted dagger and turned to gesture towards Harry. Harry immediately shrunk away from the man as best he could, which wasn't much considering he was pressed firmly against a large rocky cliff. The group of adults started laughing uproariously at both the man's suggestion and Harry's reaction.

"No! No! No!" Harry started yelling, his voice raising in his growing fear. "Leave me alone, you big bullies!"

If anything, his shout just caused them to start laughing even louder. Harry started trying to scoot away, pressing his back against the rocky surface behind as hard as he could in a desperate effort to meld into and through it to escape. In response, the man with the dagger stepped forward, bringing the deadly weapon closer as he reached for the nearest of Harry's arms. Just as the man grabbed his wrist, that energy from earlier came back. This time, somewhat more familiar with the 'feel' of it, Harry threw up his hands in a desperate gesture as he 'shoved' out at the man.

The man literally had no idea what hit him. One second, he was bringing his dagger closer to sever the boy's thumb. The next second, the dagger was wrenched from his hand and he was thrown ten meters away by a powerful invisible force to his abdomen. He would've gone farther if those tree limbs hadn't been there to impale him on. Garrett just looked and blinked, staring down blankly at the three black things that were protruding from his back and through his chest, stomach, and shoulder. In a way, his drunkness actually helped him in this moment. It delayed the pain signals from his body from reaching his brain and being properly processed. But, when the pain did hit him and he let out a piercing howl. He wasn't the only to scream, though.

Harry stared at what he had done with wide-eyed shock. Then the panic hit him and he screamed out in fear. He didn't mean to do that! He just wanted the man to leave him alone and go away! He didn't want to hurt him, even if he was a big bully himself! He didn't mean to—He didn't want… 'Aunt Petunia is right,' a cold, amorphous voice whispered into his mind. 'I am a…freak. I'm a…monster… No, no, noo! NO! NOOO!'

With his and Garrett's screams, chaos broke loose. But not in the manner that anyone present would've expected.

The lady started shrieking as she rushed for Garrett. The big man and Hector both turned towards the still-cowering Harry, their wandtips glowing an ominous green color in preparation. But before they could unless their Killing Curses upon the ignorant boy, a new voice made itself known. It started with a clicking roar that echoed out of the trees surrounding them. But it was close, easily being overheard the screams of the humans. Then it was answered by similar clicking roars and a strange scuttling sound.

"Acromantula!" Hector yelled, easily recognizing the noise as he and the big man turned from Harry and pointed their wands out into the forest. Despite his mental anguish, Harry still had enough presence of mind to shut his mouth and stop screaming to watch and try to find a way to escape now that the men were distracted.

Then he saw something drop out of the tree above the impaled and quickly fading Garrett and the lady. It was a spider the size of a horse! The spider-thing landed heavily upon the lady's shoulders, instantly sinking its fangs into her back as it bore her to the ground. Harry just barely managed to bite his reflexive shriek of terror at seeing such a monster. The two men standing between him and the monster immediately launched their curses at the monster, but it reacted faster than Harry thought it could and dodged to the side. The two green bolts of energy struck the already limp Garrett, pushing him even further upon the branches that killed him. The spider turned to face its attackers and let out a clicking roar at them, throwing out its front limbs in a threatening manner. But neither man seemed interested in playing its game, launching yet more green light at it. This time, they struck the spider dead-on and it collapsed to the ground, completely dead.

Yet, despite that victory, more clicking roars filled the air as the treetops rapidly began shaking with increasing numbers of spiders approaching. Hector ignored that though, rushing to the lady and waving his stick over her wounded and agonizing body. The big man waved his stick through the air as strange energies began emitting from it, creating a translucent blue dome that circled around them for about ten meters. Outside the dome, spiders suddenly appeared in the treetops. Some of the smaller ones leapt from the trees for the dome, but were blasted away from it as soon as they touched it by what looked like jolts of electrical energy. The big man let out a challenging bellow towards the spiders with each bolt of power that was emitted, causing him to flinch and twitch as his already-tenuous control of his magic weakened further.

As all this was happening, Harry curled himself up into a ball. He was well beyond scared. He was terrified for his life, begging someone, something, anything to come and save him from this nightmare that had taken control of him. With each roar of the spiders, he flinched. With each weakening shout of challenge, he shivered. With each dying moan, he wept. 'I caused all this…I'm a monster…'

Then, following an especially bright flash of energy, a flicker of light caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Mustering a strength he didn't know he had, he lifted his gaze up and looked to the side. Not even two meters away from him, right by the edge of the dome that was near the cliff wall, he saw the dagger that Garrett had been going to use on him just lying there, sticking out of the dirt, beckoning him to grab it and take it. Looking over at the others and seeing them very well distracted, he crept slowly, fearfully over to the dagger and grabbed it. Once he did, he was suddenly feeling much better now that he had something to defend himself with, even if he didn't know how to use it for such.

That was when, with one last cry of exhaustion, the big man fell to his knees as his arms fell limply to his sides. The constant battering of the spiders had finally exhausted him to the point of collapse. As he fell to the ground, the dome disintegrated around them and the spiders let out triumphant roars as they launched themselves towards the four large morsels of meat that had so willingly wandered into their forest. Hector tried to fight them off but was quickly overwhelmed, being bitten in six different places but still thrashing. The lady and Garrett were snatched up by the larger and stronger spiders and carried off, vanishing into the woodland. The big guy just closed his eyes and accepted his fate as a literal tsunami of spiders rushed towards him.

While the spiders were distracted, Harry cowered against the rocky cliff. He didn't want to die, not like this! He may have caused this. He may have been a monster and a freak. But he wanted to live! Once again, that energy that had been reacting to and empowering him rose to the surface. With all of his concentration channeled into his desire to escape into the cliff behind him so the spiders couldn't follow him, it would've come as no surprise to anyone when the wall of solid rock behind him suddenly cracked, cratered, and then simply shattered. What was revealed behind him was a black void, a cave through which he slipped and fell into, rolling painfully along with the gravel debris he'd created.

Before he could reorient himself, Harry found himself slipping off the edge of another cliff and fell down into an underground stream. Sputtering, he pushed himself back to his feet as best he could. However, the knee-deep cold water rushing around his legs quickly turned his feet numb as he tried to reach for the cliff and pull himself back up. As he grabbed the ledge above him, his hand brushed against something. Tentatively sliding his hand upon it, he found it to be the hilt of the dagger that he'd accidentally dropped during his tumble. He quickly snatched it up and stuffed it into his pants waistband. Reaching again, he felt something else. It was warm, somewhat hairy, and…moving? Looking upwards, he could see just enough in the darkness of the cave to realize it was a spider!

"AAAHHHH!" His reflexive scream became a piercing echo that reverberated around the cavern tunnel, becoming increasingly louder and painful the longer Harry screamed. Suffice to say, the spider beat a hasty exit. Harry didn't stick around to see if it'd return either, he turned and ran downstream as fast as his numb legs could carry him, not caring if he'd get lost or not. He just wanted to get away! Away from the spiders! Away from the dark forest! Away from the mean adults who had kidnapped and wanted to hurt him! Away from his relatives! Away from the misery that was his life! He just wanted to get away!

In the total darkness of the tunnel, Harry never saw the sudden edge of the small waterfall he was running towards. But once his foot left that ledge, he was sent on a one-way trip to a place no man had ever seen before. And his destiny would be forever changed as a result, for better or worse.

(Author's Note) In case it's not abundantly obvious, this is a rewrite of an old story of mine. And while I can't make any promises to the future of this story, I hope that with the slightly new direction (and new origins) I've put in that it'll catch you guys by slight surprise and keep myself interested enough to continue writing it. Here's to hoping!

So, all of you veteran readers of mine, please tell me. Do you prefer this change of origin that I put in? Or did you like the simplicity of the original version? Also, if I made 4-year-old Harry seem a bit too smart, coordinated, powerful, whatever, I apologize. I am not exactly familiar with children of this age and don't know what to expect of them.

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