Destiny

Eleven

Harry Potter was furious! The Dursleys had bet him again today. The brand new bruises on his back hurt. The reason for their abusive behaviour this time was because he had turned eleven. That's right. He got his arse kicked on his birthday. The Dursleys were always a superstitious bunch. They didn't like him, nor the 'freakiness' that he had in him. He didn't blame them though. He blamed his parents, James and Lily Potter. The Parents who abandoned their son. A Family that abandoned its firstborn. The Parents who didn't care for their child and left him at the doorstep of a magic hating muggle family.

He examined himself in the mirror at the bathroom. Black bruises covered the entirety of his back. It looked as ugly as it pained. He closed his eyes and tried to stop himself from crying. He took a deep breath before clearing his mind for concentration. He then began the actual process of his self healing, concentrating and willing the pain to go away, the bruises to heal and not leave a single mark. His will was all that was necessary. If he could put up a strong will, and a want, a need, only then he could get magic to answer his call. He was successful. His body glowed. His magic answered his command and Harry relaxed when he felt the pain leaving his body. He looked at the mirror and saw that the bruises were disappearing, revealing his smooth pale skin. Unfortunately, this was something he had to do often, but he didn't really complain. This really did make him stronger. He briefly remembered the saying 'Whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger' and it was partially true in Harry's case. He was indeed getting at his self healing with practice.

Collect your thoughts and calm down he thought to himself. This was supposed to be his good day. It was his birthday, not that anyone cared, including Harry. All he was waiting for was his Hogwarts letter. As if on cue he heard his aunts distinct high shrieking, "FREAK! YOUR HOTWARTS LETTER IS HERE! COME DOWN THIS INSTANT BEFORE WE DECIDE TO BURN IT!" Harry wasted no time in going downstairs to the dining hall were they were waiting for him. Uncle Vernon was seated at what Harry considered the high chair with his aunt Petunia and his cousin Dudley on either side of him. Aunt Petunia was looking at him in disdain, her mouth curled up in a sneer. He handed him the Hogwarts letter which she nearly crumpled with her iron grip. With barely contained excitement he snatched it away and opened it. Written with green ink on the parchment it read:

Dear Mr. H. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We shall await you owl no later than 15th August.

Harry opened up the enclosed list and that read:

Uniform:

First year students will require:

Three or more sets of plain work robes (black)

One or more plain pointed hat (black) for daily wear

One or more protective pair of gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One or more winter cloak (black with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils name should be pinned on the clothes

Course Books

All students should have a copy of the following

The Standerd book of speels (grade 1) by Miranda Goshwak

A beginners Guide for Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot