Chapter 1
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“What do you mean, I’m being sent away?!” Asked Harry to his relatives. Dudley Dursley was glaring at him, as if to laugh.
Harry had lived with the Dursleys as long as he could remember. He knew he had another cousin, Tobias, but he hadn’t seen the boy since he was 5 years old.
He was a pale boy, small too. Only 152cm at 13 years old. His hair was held back in a braid down his back, impossible to cut and even more impossible to keep short. No matter what his aunt did to give him a ghastly, non-existent haircut, Harry’s hair had always regrown. So, she gave up, and now it sat well past the floor, pooling around his feet if he didn’t braid it intricately, being around 198cm (78in/6.5feet) on a 152 cm body. He was pale, not sickly so, but a delicate, strong looking kind of pale. His ears were ever so slightly pointed, hardly noticeable, but still there, nonetheless.
He had gotten an earing a while back, and boy did Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon have a fit, but once their oh so precious diddykins announce that he too, wanted to pierce his ears, they stopped hassling harry about it, even going as far as getting him a tooth-shaped earing and a pair of diamond studs to give him something to put in his ears.
Harry wasn’t very fad oriented, preferring to wear more tight clothes to extenuate his feminine, lithe figure. Then again, the good old sweater and sweatpants was also commonly seen being worn by him. at first glance, if you didn’t know him or his family, he would be mistaken for a girl. Often, he was seen wearing tight vests with white, gray, or green undershirts, and some sort of leather/soft denim pants with boots or dark shoes. He looked like a lord from the 1800s, but cooler.
His eyes were the mystery of the town. They were captivating. His emerald, doe-like eyes threw off his whole persona he had. They made him look youthful, and innocent. His lithe, somewhat feminine figure also gave that illusion of innocence. He had a curious looking scar that looked like a lightning bolt on his forehead, and a scar right under his chin that led down his neck and into the collar of his shirt.
He never knew where he got the lightning bolt scar, only knowing he got it as a baby. The large scar that ran across his body, however, was a different story. He remembered getting it at age 4, when he, Tobias, and Dudley were still decently acquainted. The boys had taken a trip with their parents (The Dursleys and Tobias’s aunt) to Australia, and had been playing in the river when Harry felt a sting across his chest, neck, and chin. Eventually, his whole torso, thighs, and arms had felt as if they’d been on fire.
He later learned that he had been stung by a box jellyfish, the deadliest of the jellyfish to exist, and he was fortunately a surviving victim. His torso was still muddled with scars, the most noticeable was the one that ran the whole length of his left thigh, torso, and up his neck, ending at his chin. From then on, Tobias had never returned, and Dudley had refused to associate with him in public. He did treat him decently though.
Now, 9 years later, the young man was arguing with his aunt an uncle over moving across the sea, to California with his other cousin.
The Dursleys were people who emanated perfection. Other than odd body proportions, what with Vernon and Dudley being the size of small whales and Petunia looking like a horse-woman, they refused to let others see imperfections in the family. When Harry started showing signs of freakishness, they sent him away to boarding school, hoping to never see him again.
But they did.
Every. Summer.
And now, they were sending him away.
“I mean, you’re going to California! We are tired of you plaguing this damn town with your freakish abilities, and we wont stand by it any longer! We’ve delt with it for 12 years, and it stops NOW.” Vernon roared. His wife was in the kitchen, refusing to speak with him, and Dudley was out for the day with his friends.
“But- I have no where to go! You can’t just send me away-.”
“I can, and I WILL! You will be living with that other freaky cousin of yours. In California. And that. Is. FINAL!” Vernon yelled, silencing his nephew.
A week later found harry stood in front of the vice principal of his new school, Jenkins Public. His hair was up as high as it would go, and he wore a simple black hoodie with his favorite band and baggy jeans. “So, you’re Harry Potter-Black.” Said Mr. Chapman, the Assistant principal. Harry nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Harry said softly. He was still rather angry about his uncle sending him here, he was already an outcast as it was, did he NEED to become the ‘non-American’ outcast? “Ah- I’ll get your schedule, and call Jake to escort you to your classes.” Said Chapman, going towards a phone. He nodded again. 10 minutes later, the door opened. “Hi, Mr. Chapman, what do you need?” asked a voice.