The magical son of Owen Grady.

chapter 1:Prologue: Diary of Lily Potter.

Harry Potter was cleaning the attic when he bump into a box by accident and things fell out off it, he froze, and tried to listen for his Uncle Vernon's footsteps but nothing, just video gaming sounds coming from below him.
He knelt down, about to pick the stuff when he saw the title on a book, Lily's diary, eventually, his curiosity overcame his senses, he picked it up and open the dairy.

'Dear Diary.
Mum had to give up our baby brother, Owen.
You see, we don't have enough money to have another baby, so he's been adoptive by an American couple. I hope when he's older, he'll come to find us.
But what if like Tuney, he'll hate me because I'm different, because of my Magic?'

Harry stopped reading the reading as he heard his owl, Hedwig, screeching, so he quickly put the things back and went down to his small room and calm her down before his uncle came up and Harry knew he would try to hurt his owl.
Harry Potter isn't a normal 11, almost 12 years old boy, he is a wizard, he has green emerald eyes, which almost be growling behind his glasses.
His dark black hair is sticking up in every direction, he was thin and small for his age, and he wore clothes that were too much big for his thin body. He also has a scar on his forehead, it has the shape of a lightning bolt, but he didn't get the scar by a car crash like his Aunt and Uncle had lied to him about for 11 years, he got it when a dark wizard, called Lord Voldemort had tried to kill him when he was a baby, he survived it, but at a great cost; his parents, something the wizarding world seems to forget. which is why he hates Halloween, and which is why he lives at the Dursleys hell.

He looked through his photo album that Hedwig had given him, he look at his parents, smiling sadly, his head snap up, remembering where he has seen the name Owen Grady.
But one of his last lessons in potions, his least favorite teacher, Professor Snape, they had been doing their family tree, and one of the names that had pop up was Owen Grady, he didn't think about it, but after that professor had been weird, somewhere looking between mad and pity.
He went down the stairs to find Aunt Petunia in the kitchen, good thing that Uncle Vernon was out with Dudley.
"Aunt Petunia, Who's Uncle Owen?" he asked, and Aunt Petunia froze, like a deer caught in headlights.
"Aunt Petunia?" he asked, despite she abuses him as well as Vernon, he is concern on how white she's gotten.
"Whe-where did you hear that name, boy?" she asked making a face at him, it was never Harry, not even Potter, but Boy or freak.
Aunt Petunia hates questions being asked and answering them, but she loathes her own nephew more.
"We were learning about our family's tree at Hog-i mean, at school and his name came up." said Harry.
She purse her lips, and then nod. "All right, i'll write a letter to him, and you'd best do the same, boy." she said.
"Thank you, Aunt Petunia, i'll get Hedwig ready?" he asked putting out his hand and she gave him a key to unlock her cage. He went up to his room and start to write a letter of his own.

'Dear Mr Grady.
My name is Harry James Potter, and I'm your nephew.
I'm 11 years old , almost to be 12 years old. My parents are Lily and James Potter. They were murdered when I was 1 years old.
I don't know what Aunt Petunia has told you about me, but I have two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, and I guess in some ways, Neville is too.
In September I go to a boarding school starting on the 1st of September.
So...can i come to live you or at least meet you?
From your nephew, Harry James Potter.
P.S. Don't kill Hedwig, just give her some water.'

Harry read the letter twice, just to make sure, he wanted to tell him everything, from Vernon's abuse, to that prat, Draco Malfoy and Voldemort, but it's not something to talk about in a letter.
Then Aunt Petunia came in with hers and left as he tied the letters to Hedwig's leg, she nip at his ear fondly and took flight and he watched her fly into the sunset.