Chapter 1
Ever since he was young Harry Potter lived his life in despair ; he had no friends of his own, nor any clothes that actually fit him, he had nothing of value accept the small toy action figures in his cupboard and he wasn’t outrageous like Dudley .the only thing Harry Potter had was his arts and his smarts. Ever since Harry was young he could solve several equations above his year level or was easily able to play the instruments or paint lovely landscapes, this is what brought Harry joy.
Of course Harry told no one , how could he, he tried his hardest to not be good at his classes and failed all extracurriculars. The only time Harry could be himself was in the depressive thing he calls a bedroom.
Don’t get Harry wrong, he’s grateful for his relatives taking him and not leaving him on the streets but sometimes he wished he could be whisked away by some knight in shining armour just like the princess in the fairytales he’d read.
But for now as the sun sunk deeper into the depths of darkness and the moon crept up into the horizon, clouds creating an array of art in the sky. Harry slept on the cold floor of the cupboard, listening to the boiler pipes gurgle and water drip.
•16th of august 1991•
It was a few days ago that Harry had gotten his letter, a few days since a giant came knocking down the door of the tiny shack on the hill and a few days since Harry had been locked in his cupboard with no food. The freakishness was finally explained but he was no less harassed for his extraterrestrial talent, Harry had surprisingly been locked in with his books, reading everyone back to front to pass time in the small four walls he was confined to.
Harry was no less paranoid, after years of neglect and abuse he was now thrown into a new world with a new hierarchy (or a food chain as Harry likes to put it) the light and the dark battling for rights and he was the weapon for the taking. Harry was smart, his pride and joy was the fact he can make anything possible, how he can outthink almost anyone.
From what he read both sides were fighting for rights of magical people, the dark fought for more secretive rights. To strengthen the statue of secrecy to stop the muggles from causing mass genocide to the population of the wizarding world. They fought for all magical creatures' rights, to protect magical children before situations like his own happened. And the light fought for dark magic to be banned, to open up our worlds to the muggles for the taking, they fought to stop anything dark, they fought to imbalance magic gifted by mother magic herself.
Harry thought this was stupid, how could the light support ideals that will get them killed. He looked further and found out what happened to his past, and what may be his future, blood shed, loss and the cause of his own death.
He understood why The dark Lord murdered his parents , he may not like no but he can understand. War is harsh and tears up new fresh wounds just to rub salt into them continuously, Harry understood that his parents fought for their cause to keep him alive. Harry understood that he could not take the same path, fight the same battle, Harry was someone who wouldn’t risk losing the new world he’d soon call home just for the sake of some mudbloods.
Sure Harry may be hypocritical with his own muggleborn mother but he’d be damned if he let them take it away. He’d Learn the traditions, he’d learn the culture, the language.. art. Because if there was somewhere Harry would finally belong it’d be here…
Chapter 1
Written : 27/11/21, 2:51 am, Saturday
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