When Everything Changes (REWRITE) [HIATUS]

Chapter 1

I cry out as another wave of pain washes over me, this one more intense than what I've ever felt in the 16 years that I have lived, and seeing my life, that's saying something. I curl up in my bed in a fetal position in my so-called 'room' which is basically like an attic. Dusty, broken and small. I have dealt with pain and when I say pain, I mean real pain. 

I have almost died every year since I started going to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Also the fact that my relatives are abusive does help in the 'I have felt real pain' factor. Let me introduce myself, I am Harrison (or Harry) James Potter also called the 'Boy who lived','Chosen one' blah blah blah bullshit.

 I am the son of James Fleamont Potter and Lily Mary Potter neé Evans. I have always felt that I wasn't what people wanted me to think I am, I felt a weird connection to the 'dark' that was why, when I first received my wand, I started practicing dark magic, spells, customs, mannerisms etc. 

I have kept that part of my life a secret from everyone, I also thought that my best friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger always put up a facade in front of me. No, I never felt that they didn't want to be friends with me, or that they were just pretending to like me, it was more like they wanted to tell me something they knew which others didn't but couldn't. 

And don't let their good deeds fool you, perhaps others haven't but I have felt a dark aura around them, an aura you can only have around you when you practice dark magic and have been exposed to a huge amount of dark magic. And before you tell me that it's because of the kids from dark families in the school, let me tell you that it isn't. 

How do I know that? Well that's because when i had asked if something was strange or different about them, the aura was very quickly retracted. And not only them, I have felt that kind of aura around the Weasley kids, all except 'Perfect Prefect Percy' as they call him, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom (unbelievable right?), Tonks (she doesn't like to be called by her first name which is Nymphadora) Remus Lupin, even my Godfather Sirius Black (but that could be because Blacks are a dark family) but what I mean to say is that I have felt that kind of dark auras around a lot of 'light' people. 

But as I was saying, my connection with the dark, it's not only that but for some reason I feel safe with the dark lord Voldemort. That's crazy you say. Well you are correct but for some reason I just feel more comfortable around him than the 'light' people.. I don't know but that's what it feels like even if he had tried to kill me, I just don't know how to explain why or how but it's true.

Can I say something crazier? I always felt bound. I knew Dumbledore wasn't a good person. The twinkle in his eyes always gave me the chills. He has tried reading my mind every chance he gets but, I am a master occumulence and i think i always was, it was natural. I always felt like I was stopped from doing what I could, I was given a limit.  But back to the present.

I feel like I am dying. I am not even being dramatic right now. It legit feels like I am dying, it's like a 1000 knives are being stabbed into me, pulled out stabbed again and poured salt over the stab wounds, it's that excruciating. And the most annoying part is that I am still conscious, at least if I were unconscious, I wouldn't be able to feel the pain, well until next morning. But then again if I were that lucky, my life would be a lot different. 

The pain stopped finally and I sat up on my bed panting. I screamed when I realized what had happened. You are probably thinking, 'Merlin! what's wrong with you?' well to start, I can see clearly without my glasses (I honestly thought that it was weird that Dumbledore didn't allow me to heal my eyes when the healers could in fact fix it) The clothes which used to be too big on me are ripped up, tight and small on me.

 Well the shirt looked more like a cropped top on me now and I was ripped like actually ripped. I was about 6'4, which is like nearly a foot more than what my height was, I was what? 5'6? 5'7? I looked like an aristocratic Pureblood, with bright green eyes and a ring of blue around the pupils, plump lips, raven black hair

[now before all of you start commenting that Harry Potter already had black hair and green eyes, I just wanted to clarify that Harry Potter was portrayed with Brown hair and blue eyes like in the HP movies] I felt stronger and more powerful. I look at Hedwig hooting in her cage, "Do you know what happened just now?" It was more of a rhetorical question as I knew she wouldn't be able to answer me but then I heard Hedwig say "I have no idea." I nodded and then looked away. Wait 'heard Hedwig say' I turn my head towards her so fast, I am surprised I didn't break my neck. "Did you just talk?" "Wait. You can understand me? Shit." "Wh-what? How?" 

"What are you looking at me like that for? I don't know, I already told you that." 

Suddenly I hear a tap on my window. I look at the window to see an owl with a letter in its beak. I look up at the small wall clock in my room. It's 2a.m in 31st July, that means the pain lasted for 2 hours. What a way to start the 16th year of my miserable life. Anyways back to the topic, I saw that it was 2a.m. Who would be sending me letters at this time of the night? 

Nevertheless I opened the window for the owl and took the letter from its beak and gave him some of Hedwig's treats. The owl ate them, hooted and then left.  I opened the letter and saw.

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Chap 1 hope you enjoy!!
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