Living In StoryBrooke - ON HOLD

Chapter 1

Harry Potter's Point Of View

Hi, my name is Harry. Harry Potter. I am 11 years old. I live in StoryBrooke. I live here, in the Dauntless headquarters. When I was sorted into Dauntless I wasn't too happy. I know that it was partly up to me, but not really. The sorting hat decided for me. I begged it to not put me in Slytherin. That's the home of the villains. (That's what we call them at least!). It put me into Gryffindor, which meant I was automatically put in the Dauntless headquarters. I didn't know if I would be assigned a father/mother. If it was a no, I would have to live with the factionless. I was not looking forward to that. Only 10 hours after I joined Dauntless (and trust me, it was a long ten hours, waiting for my godly parent to claim me) it was established that both my parents were mortals. This had never, ever in the history of StoryBrooke happened before. Thank the gods, I got to stay at Dauntless for now. At least, until they found my parents. When I was 1, Lord Voldemort, the most horrible wizard in history, tried to kill me. He failed to do so, and disappeared when the killing curse was rebounded upon him. I had an older sister, who was 10 at the time. She had to save our parents, me, and obviously herself. My parents went away, disowning my sister and I. Where they went, no one knew. My sister brought me to family friends of ours. I was 1, so I couldn't really call them my friends. When I was 2, we had to move houses again. We went to a place called "The Orphans Home". Everyone referred to it as TOH (pronounced - To). It was a home for "orphans". "Orphans" (in this sentence) means people that have lost one of their parents (the one that isn't a god). A god only claims it's child (if it's lucky enough to be claimed, that is) once it turns 11. Because my sister and I were in hiding when she turned 11, we couldn't get a god to claim her. To me it didn't mean anything because I didn't know what was going on, but to her it meant the world. When I was 3, and she had just turned 13, she went out, into the open, by herself. She shouldn't have done that. For all I know, that is what killed her. She went out and didn't return. I was cared for by the caretakers and that's how I lived my life. That is, until last year. On my 11th birthday, I was frightened. What if I would never be sorted? The caretakers made it worse. Every year on my birthday they baked a cake to do with the coming year. On my 11th birthday, my cake was vanilla in one quarter, coffee in another, chocolate in another, and toffee in the last. This crazy cake was to symbolise the crazy year ahead. On the icing, each corner was a different set of colours. The colours symbolised the houses. I pretended to love the cake, but inside, I was frightened.

This brings me back to what happened within less than a day of me being sorted. It was really hard for me, knowing that I would never truly have a godly parent, and godly powers. I would never be able to fight when I had to. I would never be able to win in the annual hunger games. My only power is the wand. I had a lot of practice with it because of my caretakers. One of them was secretly a charms teacher. Sometimes he also filled the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts. He felt so much sympathy for me that he decided to give me a head start. I do have a bit of a head start, but is that enough?

I slept in the cabin with the people who hadn't been claimed yet. I felt jealous knowing that within the next 30 days a god would have to claim them. But then again, I now had a real reason as to why I would never be claimed. My family has already disowned me. If the gods aren't proud of their kids, and want to disown them, they shall never know who their godly parent is. They have no permission to ask their other parent. If they are lucky their other parent could tell them who their godly parent is. At least I don't have to worry about that. As I fell through the door that let me have dreams, I was greeted by a nightmare.

"You are nothing but a fool." A voice growled "You will never be claimed. You will never find out the truth about your parents. Your parents disowned you. That has to mean something. You will never be strong or powerful. The Dark Lord will try to break you apart, just like he tried when you were young. However, this time, he will succeed. You will have less power than you've ever had before. He will torture you. He will break you apart. You will have no power with which you can fight back. You will die in vain. No one loves you. You have no family. You have no friends. You will be alone forever. Never to be hugged or kissed or comforted by someone you love. Never to be protected by someone who would be willing to sacrifice their life for you. When you die, no one will care."

"Harry, please, don't listen to what he's saying!" Another voice said. This voice was sweet, like honey. The voice also sounded strangled, as if it was being held back. Harry didn't recognise the voice, but out of instinct he knew he could trust it. "This man, he has done something unimaginable. He will try to destroy you. Please, Harry, don't listen to him. There are people in this world who love you. And, soon you will find people in your world who love you. You are not alone. Use the secret weapon..." Harry was confused. "What secret weapon?"

The sweet voice replied "the one that is hidden in the..." "Enough!" The horrible man screamed. "Crucio!" He screamed, pointing his wand at the woman talking. He then stopped, and said "Now, my dear, what did I tell you?" He asked sickly sweet. "To... To never mention... To never mention the secret weapon." The man screamed at the top of his lungs "Crucio!"

Than I woke up in a pool of sweat.