Okay everybody this is a story I adopted from ScamanderLovegood but if you have already read what he had up then you should know that I am changing some things about it. One thing readers also need to know is that Charlus and Cassiopea Potter are alive in this fic.
"letter"
Broken wands
Chapter one
-Harry-
Pain…Pain…Pain….
A ten year old Harold Remus Potter rolled over on his cot and a strangled hiss escaped between his teeth as the wounds on his back were reopened. I hate my brother, the young boy thought to himself. Bastard boy-who-lived, the young boy stopped. He heard an echo of his words and realized he had spoken aloud. He stayed silent for a few more moments listening to any hint of sound, worried that someone had heard him. Not bloody likely he thought; making sure that he didn't speak aloud. He tried to focus though his hazy pain filled mind to assess the injuries he was left with this time. He noted several broken bones and minor lacerations and welts on his back from his father's whip.
Harry tried to bend his magic to heal himself while lying still in his cell deep below Potter Manor. It was cold, dank and dark but fairly clean apart from his blood stains. He should know he had to clean it, along with the rest of the Manor, he also had to cook and keep the grounds; especially the quiditch pitch. His Mother and Father, whom he thought of as James and Lilly, made him. They were against using house elves as they thought forced slavery was a terrible crime. It doesn't matter if it's the useless twin of the boy-who-lived though. Harry thought dryly. His magic now encompassed him in a low glow as it seal the lacerations and soothed the welts whilst fitting his ribs back in place. It's a shame magic can't be used to create nutrition. Harry thought in reference to his small and painfully thin stature. The glow faded but his body kept scars from his father's last torture session.
Damn quiditch grounds, Harry thought, 'the grass is five millimeters above regulation! You'll get a proper beating for this you little lazy squib' Harry gave a rattling laugh at his father's expense and stupidity as he slowly left his cot, cleaned away the blood stains, and silently crept upstairs to start breakfast for his glory hunting family after realizing that it was six thirty and that his 'family' would be up soon.
He split the cooked food between three plates and placed it in front of his father, brother and mother. Before rushing to the owlery to get the post for his family, he then took the hefty pile of assumed fan-mail down stairs he started to sort it into three piles before taking the letters to their respective owners, all without his family looking up as they inhaled their breakfast.
His family picked up letters and started reading them, his mother told them that she had a lot of letter asking for parenting advice, with a smug grin. His brother arrogantly pretended to complain about the amount of fain-mail thanking him while his mother and father cooed over him and called him their selfless little hero. His father puffed his chest out making him look like a constipated penguin before he staid that people were asking him advice on spells to use defensive and offensively because the letters stated he was the best auror and they had no one else they could possibly ask.
Two owls flew into the room. One of them landed in front of Hayden Sirius Potter (the boy-who-lived, while the other gracefully landed on Harry's shoulder. They both stuck out a leg so the boys could retrieve their letters.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Harry Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
UNIFORM First-year students will require: sets of plain work robes (black) plain pointed hat (black) for day wear pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings) Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand 1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) 1 set glass or crystal phials 1 telescope 1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK"
Harry noticed another note in his letter and attempted to read it whilst his parents rowdily cheered his brother.
Dear Mr. Potter,
It has come to my attention that your parents will likely refuse to pay your tuition and therefore, thanks to your high power level, I am pleased to offer you a scholarship to our prestigious school. The requirements for this scholarship are a grade 'A' (acceptable) in at least five subjects at the end of each year. This scholarship only pays for tuition and does not pay for school supplies.
Yours Sincerely Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress.
"S-sir" Harry said hesitantly to his father.
His father looked at him and the letter in his hand and scowled. "If you want to go to school you'll have to pay for it yourself!" His father said , muttering under his breath about freaks and good for nothing failures. Harry beamed not even expecting to allowed under those conditions. He wisely kept quiet about his scholarship and asked his father if he could go job hunting. His father scowled at him "you may go job hunting and have permission to use the floo." he said smiling evilly. "But you have to keep doing all of your chores during the night and work through the day, we shall get a house elf to cook for us"
Damn! Harry thought knowing he would have to work long hours just to get the money for supplies along with his chores which took at least 6 hours a day. "May I leave now sir as I finished all of my chores yesterday so I could have a day off today and I can get a house elf while I'm at Diagon alley for you?".
James looked thoughtful for a moment, "yes and tell the House elf guild that I will send them the money when the elf gets here.". Nodding Harry quickly left for the floo before his father could change his mind.