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Chapter 1

This is my first Fic! Be easy on me!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own harry potter or any characters in this story, no matter how much I wish it to be

A young boy with emerald green eyes and hair black as ebony shot up in a cold sweat. He wiped his tiny hand across his stinging scar, shaped oddly like a lightening bolt.

This boy was called Harry James Potter.

He had always known that he was... different from the other children. Not in a good way, he wasn't 'special'. No. His family, the Dursleys, looked down on people like him. Freaks. An accident of nature was what he was always told he was.

Each day he would get up and do the Dursleys most menial chores. Not matter the weather, not matter how meltingly hot, or unbearably cold it was, the chores had to be done.
The poor boy was but 5 years of age, yet he was served daily reminders of how unwanted he was by the Dursleys. The names, the insults, the kicks, punches. It was crazy how often aunt Petunia would wack him over the head with a frying pan.

Dudley made sure the neighbours hated him, causing him to be horrifically bullied by them as well. There was no escape.
On top of all that, anything unexplainable or bad happen, he would be blamed and punished. Missing a weeks of meals, weekends trapped in his cupboard, the occasional beating, that kind of thing.

He felt a gaze pierce the back of his skull, though after swiftly turning around, he found no culprit.
He didn't know why but he always felt he was being watched. Not in a stalker way. More like he had an angel who would take him out of this hell some day.

His thoughts were interrupted by a screaming Dudley, once again blaming harry for his show not being on. Groaning, harry braved himself for the inevitable. "POTTER!" Harry cowered as the beefy figure of his uncle towered over him, breath tinged with alcohol. Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, Harry was, quite literally, thrown back into his cupboard. It was horrid to say this was just a normal day for the boy who lived.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, however was having an amazingly good day. He had knitted a pair of socks, blackmailed some more teachers, Wrote a song, made a dream catcher, been very important as headmaster and now he was sat in his office, sucking a lemon drop and watching over the boy-who-lived. Assessing the damage the uncle had done to the young hero's health and mental state, the mentally unstable headmaster smirked.

Yes, Harry Potter would be humbled down very nicely.

Later that day both men fell asleep, harry fell straight asleep in his cramped and uncomfortable cupboard and suffered from nightmares the entire night, the headmaster of Hogwarts, though, had enjoyed a butter beer hot chocolate before climbing into his king sized bed with silk sheets and had a peaceful night with wonderful dreams.

Watching over this someone was furious. His name? Merlin

I know its short, I am sorry! They WILL get longer I promise! I will be replying to each comment, so please review. Hope you enjoyed!! Also thanks to @LightTraitor for the improvements!