The Woods

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any Creepypasta or The Birch. They belong to their perspective owners.

Don't I have stories to finish? - Yes, I do.

Why am I writing this instead of finishing the others? - I have too many ideas. Maybe I should write a prompts book for people to borrow ideas...

As this is a Creepypasta fanfic, there will be OCs but just minor ones like random people who will be killed or something like that. Nothing mayor because I hate stories with major OCs too. Though there are fanfics where the writers make the major OCs work really well. For example, the BNHA fanfic 'Yesterday Upon The Stairs' on Archives of Our Own has a major OC who is a ghost named Rei and everyone loves her. Seriously, the story is amazing and there are so many fan arts, heck, even fanfics of it, Yes, you read that right: Fanfics of a fanfic. They're really awesome and you should totally check them out. 'Yesterday Upon Stairs' and its fanfic 'U.A. Unsolved' (also on AO3). #dekuseesdeadpeople

Anyway... Let's get started, shall we?

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"Are you OK?"

The raven looked up, eyes widened in surprise. No one had ever asked him that before, not the kids, not the teachers and specially not the Dursley.

OK, let's rewind a bit, shall we? The raven was a small seven-year-old boy with the greenest eyes you will ever see. And his name was Harry Potter, though he didn't know that until he was 6 and the teacher called his name. Before that, he always thought his name was 'Freak' since his only living family, the Dursley, only ever called him 'freak' or 'boy' or something like that. And then, there's the fact that he lived in a cupboard under the stairs and the fact that he was basically the family's slave and also the fact that he was not feed properly and was hit for... basically everything, to be honest. Now, you might be wondering why those people were not thrown in jail ages ago for child abuse. Well... I have no idea. They certainly were not that great actors, I refuse to think otherwise. Like seriously, how is it that no one has ever called Child Services before? Or even the police!? He is obviously maltreated!! My god! Are the people in Surrey so blind that they could not see that little Harry was abused! Lord! .... ... Let's just leave that discussion for another day and return to the story, yes?

Anyway, that day was not a good day for our little Harry. He woke up to the shrill shrieks of his aunt Petunia, he was hit with a frying pan for slightly burning the bacon, he was forced to work on the garden under the blazing sun and then forced to clean the entire house. And then, he was chased by his cousin Dudley (stupid name, I know) and his gang. He almost got away... but he tripped and was captured and beaten.

He just getting up when someone asked if he was OK. Surprised, the green-eyed looked up to see an older boy offering him a hand.

"It's fine." Harry murmured while he took the hand and got up.

"Kid, it's obviously not fine." The older boy said. " You should seriously talk to your parents about this."

"They are dead." Harry said, looking down.

"Oh, sorry." The other apologized as he visibly cringed, realizing he had said something he shouldn't.

"It's OK..." Harry said, still looking down.

The two stood there in awkward silence for a while until...