Harry goes to Hogwarts after growing up in an Orphanage, where he learned all about a certain Tom. He makes friends (allies) and he may become a dark lord in the process, that is if he doesn't fall in love with one first. And he does it all with his...
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Summary: Orphanage? Harry doesn't know her. Draco hit's himself in the feels, summer plans are discussed, promises are made, weed is stolen. Basically a filler :/
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November 22nd 1981 - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Dumbledore paced in his lavishly decorated office, mind full. If he was being honest, the headmaster rather thought Harry was faulty. The boy wasn't powerful enough to be the boy who lived. So far Harry had displayed nothing; not a single bout of accidental magic. The babe had been placed -coughstolencough- in Hogwarts by Dumbledore, for his protection of course. Dumbledore sighed, his hand coming towards his face to pinch at his nose as the boy started crying, again. Annoyed, he made his way to the babe and stood, staring. Do something, his mind begged. Make me believe, be a star!I. Need. You. The boy began to cry louder and Dumbledore grumbled angrily, but prepared a bottle.
As he held the warm bottle to baby Harry's mouth, he began to think; possibly if he were to be in danger, he would save himself. Yes, and if not the child would be useless anyway. Maybe he will get himself ki- his thoughts were interrupted as the babe spontaneously threw the bottle across the room where the cap fell off and milky sludge began to coat the floor. He sighed, and moved to clean it up; before he could, however, Harry projectile vomited all over his face, the stomach acid and formula staining his robes- permanently. The old man, now seriously enraged, screamed and began to pen a very, very, descriptive letter about what he wanted to happen to the brat.
Laughing maniacally, Dumbledore folded the paper, layered it with multiple charms, and shoved it into the boy's basket. Turning on his heel, Dumbledore landed on the porch of a perfectly normal house. He sat the basket down on the cement, shivering slightly in the cold. All the better, he thought, maybe the child will freeze to death. He smirked as he looked at the babe one last time, and just as fast as he came, he was gone.
The infant, only covered by a thin blanket and his dinosaur pajamas, shivered violently. He was hungry and scared, and loathed to admit that anywhere was better than with that old bastard. Shit he wasn't supposed to curs-
