Chapter 1
It was a normal day, for a young Harry Potter, well as normal as it could get. A young 5 year old, treated as a lowly servant. It was 8AM, and he was awoken by a harsh knocking on his door.
“WAKE UP BOY!” He heard his aunt yell.
“C..coming Ma’am!” He lightly said back, sitting up, and adjusting his eyes to the light of the hallway. Living under the stair-case wasn’t the best, but it made him have a great immune system.
“Go make breakfast boy.” She yelled again, sitting in the living room now. He scurried to the kitchen, grabbing pots and pans. He was still to short to reach the stove though, the handle just barely touching his forehead, where his lighting-bolt scar laid, under his never-taming bangs. He tried to call out to Petunia.
“M-Ma’am! I..can’t reach the stove!”
He stepped out of the kitchen to a, very angry Petunia.
“Idiot boy! Can’t do anything!”
She shoved him out of the way as she started to cook. “Go outside and start trimming my hedges! Your not getting breakfast today.”
“..o..okay.” He stuttered, tears lightly welling as he started to walk towards the back garden. He picked up the tools needed and started to trim the Hedges,the best a 5 year old could do, anyway. After Trimming, he found out his aunt locked him in the back garden.
“A-auntie please! Please let me back in..”
“No! You deserve that.” She yelled through the window, as she tended to her pig of a son, Dudley. The small, green-eyed Potter laid down in the grass, summer leaves becoming more colorful, dancing in the wind. Soon, he heard footsteps. One of none other than his cousin.
“Haha! Locked out Potty! Locked out Potty!!” The fat five year old giggled, his 2 chins jiggling. The cousins were different. One, scrawny and skinny, hair untamed. The other, fat and chubby, hair always put together. The five year old taunted the boy, making the small, green-eyed toddler cry. This caused the chubby toddler to giggle again.
It was now afternoon, and the 5 year old was finally let inside again. The small child was set to go to the small supermarket up the road, to grab ingredients. As he was walking, he saw a lady. She had black, untamed hair as his own. He stared, and soon got caught.
“…hello little one.” He got flustered, and started to walk, but the lady caught up to him, bending down in front of him.
“Why are you out here all alone?” It was clear she was curious, and was not going to let this go.
“…e..errands.” He squeaked out. He was embarrassed, and scared.
“Your..5! Why are you doing-“
he flinched at the loud noise, and she quickly stopped.
“Darling..?”
“Y-yes?” The small, wide-eyed boy met her own, Inky black eyes.
“C’mere little one.” She opened her arms.
“..a..hug?” He questioned, not knowing if she was really giving him this. No one had ever done this.
“Yes.” She said, voice like blackberries and sweets. He hugged her tightly. He hadn’t received many of these before. Only from Ms.Figg, his neighbor.
“What’s your name little one?”
“..h-Harry.. p-potter.”
She stiffened at that.
“Ma-Ma’am?” She looked down at this..this small sweet boy, who had flinched at the slightest of loud sound. How had she, a death-eater, going insane found the boy who lived..?