Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC characters.

This is my first ever piece of writing on anything, although I have been inspired by many other pieces of work on the internet.

I apologies if I am incorrect about a function of British society, message me and I will fix it.

This is a moderately AU story, Neville BoyWhoLived, Harry is an orphan and grows up in an orphanage, and transfers to Durmstrang.

Harry will be a grey wizard (with cumulative power), not OP at first but gets there eventually.

Dates will be shifted slightly, be it several hours or months, although I will keep the general timeline intact

I will try to keep bashings to a minimum, although there are a few key characters I may land a little criticism on, such as:

Ron Weasley, Percy Weasley, Hermione Granger, Vernon Dursley, and several of my OC's

I will not turn any of these characters into horrible characters, but my interpretation of Harry Potter will cause conflict with some of these characters.

Please comment and review, and please keep in mind that this is my first story ever.

In the middle of the night, celebrations were commencing all throughout England. News of the dark lord's defeat had spread to all corners of the country and was rapidly spreading throughout the world. However, far from the celebrations and jovial atmosphere was a sleeping infant, wrapped in a bundle of blankets asleep on the cold doorstep of #4 Privet Drive.

Albus Dumbledore stared down at the young child and reflected on all that had occurred in the time since nightfall. He turned just in time to see the shadow of a cat vanish, replaced with a visage of an intimidating woman.

"Evening Minerva" Spoke Albus. "How are the Longbottoms?"

Minerva scoffed. "It's horrible! Alice and Frank are lying unresponsive, Augusta is in a rage, and young Neville had a horrid scare on his forehead!"

"So, the prophecy held true then?" Muttered Albus. "Young Neville is indeed the vanquisher of the dark lord."

"What about Lily and James" Whispered Minerva. "Are they...….?"

"Dead?" Said Albus morosely. "Yes, cut down by the Lestranges not an hour ago...and young Harry has been left with a permanent reminder."

"Dear Merlin" Choked Minerva upon seeing the blacked scar on the young boys chin, which travels below the blanket.

"How far down does it go...? Spoke Minerva fretting. "Is it malignant? is it dangerous?"

Albus stared over Minerva's shoulder, as if looking at something very far away. He slowly turned towards her, as if weighing whether he should tell Minerva what he knows.

"There will be no lasting damage" Albus stated at last. "The scar will always be a reminder of what happened tonight, but it will not affect his more than that."

The two stood there for a moment, one lost in memories of happier time, the other looking to the problems of the future.

"Are you sure he belongs here" Minerva spoke after a lengthy pause. "I have watched these muggles all day, the worst possible place...…"

"They are the only place he can go" Albus interrupted. "He will be safe here, away from the toils of the wizarding world, away from the blood prejudice that killed so many."

"And maybe he will find a family here" Whispered Albus so softly Minerva doubted whether she had heard anything at all.

Standing in contemplative silence, the two finally readied themselves to leave the muggle neighborhood, as the first cracks of light streaked across the sky.

Albus bent down to the sleeping infant, now rendered a orphan and disfigured with a scar, and gently laid a letter on the top of the blankets.

"Good luck, Harry Potter" And with that, Albus and Minerva disappeared with a 'crack', and the child was left alone.

Suffice to say, upon opening his door in the morning and seeing the child sleeping there with a letter on top, Vernon Dursley was not as accepting as Albus may have hoped. After reading the letter which accompanied the infant, Vernon left in the early hours of the morning with his wife and young child sleeping soundly, unaware of what had occurred. Vernon drove quickly, arriving at downtown London before the crowds started to appear.

He pulled up across from Saint Peter's orphanage, and checking to make sure no one would see him, Vernon got out of his car and briskly walked to the front door of the orphanage. He deposited the still sleeping infant on the doorstep, and without a backward glance quickly got in his car and drove away, never to return.

Sometime later, the front door opened, and a greying woman stepped out into the fresh air. She looked down, and noticed the child sleeping soundly. She looked around, but there was nobody around who could have left the child. She picked up the child, and noticed a name embroiled on one of the blankets.

"Harry Potter" Spoke Ms. Chelsa, rising up again. "I guess this is your new home"

Standing back up, she turned around and walked back into the orphanage, the door closing with a resounding 'thud'.

The years passed by, with Harry potter taking his first steps, learning to talk, and generally doing what all normal toddlers do. However, as time progressed the situation at the orphanage deteriorated. it was a slow, lumbering process as funding for the orphanage was slowly decreasing. Eventually the orphanage was depending on charitable foundations for most of its funding.

Consequently, because of the slowly crumbling state of the building, many children were sent elsewhere, due to certain parts of the orphanage being deemed 'unsafe'. Young Harry Potter was not one of these children. 'He was a strange child' whispered the other children. Although polite and a decent conversationalist, 7 year old Harry was a devout reader spending as many hours as he could with his head stuck in a book, while other kids laughed and played games outside.

Contrary to many of the other children at the orphanage, Harry did not appear to desire a group of close friends. That is not to say that he was a recluse, but he preferred solitary, either by himself or watching the other children from a distance away. Another strange quirk of his was that Harry did not want to get adopted. Nobody knew why, and eventually Ms. Chelsa took Harry aside after he hid from another prospective family.

"Harry" Spoke Ms. Chelsa, watching as Harry observed the couples departing car. "Why aren't you downstairs with the other children?"

"...….."

"I know it can be nerve-wracking" Ms. Chelsa smiled "but maybe you might find a family one day, and finally leave for a better life"

"I don't think I will get adopted" Harry quietly spoke at last. "I'm not like other children...….I am different"

Harry stared outside, watching as it began to rain down and the sun disappeared behind the clouds.

"Sometimes it's good to be different" Ms. Chelsa began "Many of the best and brightest people in the world are different."

"Like who" Harry asked curiously.

Ms. Chelsa looked beyond Harry, and thought for a moment before replying

"Well there was Einstein, one of the greatest scientists ever. He was very strange, but in a good way." Spoke Ms. Chelsa

"Without his discoveries we would never be where we are today, we would be far back" She Laughed

Harry sat there for a moment contemplating what he was told, Ms. Chelsa could see that he was thinking about what she had told him.

"But if he discovered so much" Harry spoke. "Then couldn't all of the stuff he found be used for a different purpose? Like something bad?"

Ms. Chelsa stared at him, finding his question a bit ludicrous at first, until she stopped and thought about what he said.

"I... suppose that would be true" She stated at last. "But that is hardly his fault, he did nothing wrong. The blame rests with those who use his knowledge for bad"

Harry said nothing at that, and Ms. Chelsa smiled sadly at him before finally leaving to attend to the other children.

After hearing Ms. Chelsa's footsteps recede down the hallway, Harry turned his attention back to his room.

Said room was quite small, with there being a small worn-down bead, accompanied by a wardrobe that reached halfway up to the ceiling. A small desk was next to the wardrobe, with a worn-down pencil and a shiny coin sitting on top, which was where Harry did his schoolwork. Harry had been attending local elementary school and was told repeatedly that he was a talented student.

Harry disagreed, because he believed that a great student was one who both performed well in what he did, but also enjoyed what he learned. He did not find elementary school to be very intreating, and therefore his attention wavered constantly throughout the day.

Harry sighed, and sat down on his old wooden chair in front of his desk. He looked at the coin, which was a tiny penny and stared at it for a moment.

It shook.