Chapter 1: The Dursleys

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Summary:
NEXT CHAPTERS ARE MUCH BETTER!!
Pretends to be canon (skip if you want)

The World was always full of mysterious things, even for Wizards. There are always new Charms, Potions and Spells being discovered everyday. It's basic. Muggles had a curiosity for basically everything and in some ways, that was even better. The less you know, the more there is to discover.

Most Dark Magic had been outlawed so there wasn't much of that being discovered, or at least broadcasted. They would get into trouble and that never meant anything good for a magical being.

In the Wizarding and Witching World, however, there were always anomalies that you just couldn't explain.

Which is how he ended up here.

Harry looked around at the dilapidated shack. It had been years since the last time he was here. It was a place he would never forget; the place that changed it all. If Harry was still a muggle, he would have freaked out, shouting and screaming at the very odd occurrence, but Harry was not completely unfamiliar with Time Travel.

Occlumency did wonders as well.

The last thing he knew, he was 19 and sleeping on a comfortable couch at Fleur's cottage: the Shell.

You may ask why the Great War hero Harry Potter was sleeping on a couch in a tiny cottage full of 20 other Order Members, and the truth was...

The Wizarding World was a disaster. The Light had given up and focused on saving themselves and the Dark were ruthless, killing anyone who stood in their way. It was suffering, war and more suffering.

Enough about his sorrows, however.

He then came to notice the dust scattered on the floor, bearing resemblance to the cake he had so depresssing drawn on the ground, except that it had already been blown out. He just turned 11, which meant a visitor was about to arrive.

And then, he felt a presence. Magic, he thought. It felt so familiar. It was not as strong, but it felt like Hagrid? Not exactly sure how to explain it. As far as he knew, he hadn't felt this before.

BANG

"Sorry 'bout tha' " his thick Scottish brogue clearly accentuated, even through his mess of a beard, "Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could ye? Hasn't been an easy journey."

He had to contain himself. As far as he knew, Hagrid was a giant stranger, dangerous and mysterious. How naïve his younger self was, going out with a stranger he had just met. That just shows how loving the Dursleys were.

It was all too familiar, like an case of Deja Vu, except he knew the cause. Well not exactly...

"Is that you, 'Arry?" he said looking at Dudley.

He was offended. How could he think that that fat lump of flesh was him. He stepped out of the shadows and looked up at Hagrid, unable to stop himself from smiling widely, much to the Dursleys' confusion. Hagrid, however, was oblivious and Vernon and Petunia were too frightened to react.

"Las' time I saw yeh, yeh were only a wee baby." Hagrid chuckled. Harry had to think to himself. Who on Earth breaks down a door, apologises, tells a kid that they're a wizard then leave expecting them to come with you? Nevertheless, it worked.

There was a weird feeling in his body, his magical core. There was an energy that he didn't know he had. There was no way to explain it except that it was Dark.

Whatever this was, whether it was a dream or not, he was going to make the most of it.

THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE MUCH LONGER! SORRY, I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO START A STORY YET!

Thank you for reading. I gets better, I think. This chapter was super cheesy.

BTW In this story, Harry was EXTREMELY talented in Dark Magic.

Like super powerful. I know, cheesy.

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