The boy
Hello, "Archive of Our own.org"... My name is Michael Damien, and I am creating this novel so that my future children will be able to read JK Rowlings "Harry Potter" without all of her Woke feminist teachings warping their worldview...
I am NOT creating this novel to endorse Joanne Kathleen Rowling... This is in a sense a critique of her Woke politics and Feminism as a whole, and I am writing it so that future generations may indulge in her beloved series and not stray from "true American 🇺🇸 values."
This novel will NOT CONTAIN;
Left ideologies
the LGBT
feminism
progressivism
woke
If you are a "snowflake ❄" and cannot handle that.. GET OUT! I am a primal alpha male who believes in God and I am not writing my novel for you... now I will begin
Mr and Mrs Dursley were a scourge on the otherwise proud American neighborhood of Privet Drive. Where the other residents worked respectable jobs and raised their children with good, traditional values, the Dursleys had different views and they weren't ashamed of them.
Mr Dursley was the director of a company that manufactured wind turbines and solar panels - he'd been with the company for decades, and he often spent his free time arranging flowers. He was thin and weedy, with a brittle neck that couldn't withstand a strong gust of wind.
His wife, Mrs Dursley, was a lesbian with a strong jawline and big muscles and which she used to frighten small children and defy God's word.
Together the couple had a dainty son called Dudley, and in their opinion there was no more dainty and feminine boy anywhere in the whole wide world. In their eyes, life was perfect. The neighbors didn't agree.
What their neighbors were not aware of, however, was their second son - a strong, free-thinking boy by the name of Harry Potter, who was now lying in a pile of shoes in the cupboard under the Dursley family's stairs.
Harry didn't believe any of the lies the Dursleys fed him, and they hated him for it - he was just too clever for them to decieve.
"Boy! Woke up!' Petunia bellowed from the hallway, pounding her muscular hands against the cupboard door.
Harry groaned, stretching his aching back as he sat up from his uncomfortable bed of shoes. He rumaged for his glasses in the dark.
"BOY." Petunia yelled again. "YOUR UNCLE HAS COOKED A WONDERFUL BREAKFAST AND IF YOU DON'T GET UP YOU WILL BE LATE FOR GENDER STUDIES! "
He let out a sigh, glaring at the woman through the gap in the cupboard door - another day of resisting their indoctoration.
Pulling on his clothes, Harry reluctantly left the cupboard, seating himself at the Dining table while Mr Dursley cowered over the stove - Dudley was prancing around the kitchen in ballet shoes and a rosepink tutu again. Harry rolled his eyes.
"The Bible says that men should wear pants, you know." Harry pointed wisely, but his cousin couldn't hear him over the rave music blaring through his wireless earphones.
Petunia landed heavily in the chair beside him, giving him a deep glare - "Where did you learn about the bible?" She exploded, chewing through a mouthful of breakfast.
Harry suddenly felt rather scared much to his dismay - he was pasionate in his faith but he didn't have the strength or the knowledge to defend it.
"School taught us about how it is bad." He lied, looking away. Petunia gave him a long searching look, her jaw clenched conforntationally.
Her stare was ended as her husband arrived at the table,with a few plates of breakfast - Harry's thankfulness was quickly dashed against the jagged rocks of deceit however. The food was "vegan" - short strips of processed grass and soy mechanically separated into the shape of bacon, "vegetables", fake milk... it was a disgrace. All socalled food that would RUIN his development and his muscles..
After choking down a plate full of what the Dursleys considered food, Harry walked towards the car. He got in the front seat to assert his dominance, though he could not sit in the driver's as he did not yet have a driver's license.
"If you do anything.. abnormal at school, Petunia will shut you in the cupboard for a week." Mr Dursley whimpered warningly as he unlocked the car and switched it on.
The reputation Harry had been starting to build was weird he had to admit. There were things that happened around him that he couldn't explain.
For instance, once when he was five, Petunia had attempted to extend his hair the day before school - only for him to suck it back into his head with sheer force of will, until it was just as short as when she started.
And before that, though he couldn't quite remember it, he remembered when they tried to vaxx him. He was only a baby so he didn't realise what they were trying to do to him: but the moment the needles touched his skin, they exploded, covering the room and his relatives in poyson and bits of glass while he sat completely fine.
He knew something was different about him but he couldn't quite put his finger on what.
"Are you look forward to school, Harry?" Uncle Vernon asked with a weak smile. "I they're doing crossdressing lessons!"
All of the sudden, the car shook, the electric engine dying suddenly. Mrs Dursley roared angrily, punching the windows in her rage.
Petunia's hand was suddenly caught in a powerful grip, draining the masculinity from her manly arm. She turned around, looking with horror at the bearded man in the car seat next to her.
He was decadently dressed in a elaborate suit buttoned up with ivory, his toned body visible through the lugurious fabric. A pair of glasses sat atop his nose, the thick half lenses rimmed with gold. His cuff links were made of precious silver and on one arm was perched a majestic bird...
"Hello." The man said, petting his eagle as he straightened his lapels. "I am Professor Alpha Dumbledore."