On a typical night of thunder and lightning, most were asleep.
But one in particular was not. He was a man, if one could call him a man, with a certain purpose.
He was Voldemort, and he was on his way to the house of a young family - A mother, a father and their young baby son.
It was that night that Voldemort killed Harry Potter's parents, but could not kill the child.
It was that night that a package containing a baby boy was deposited on the doorstep of a notably ordinary family living in Privet Drive.
It was that night that the whole wizarding world would remember for a long, long, long time.
This was the beginning of Harry Potter's fame.
And thus, here begins my story.
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Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone - Draco Malfoy's Version
FanfictionJ.K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter's story - biased against Draco Malfoy. And this story does not belong to J.K. Rowling, or Harry Potter, or Hogwarts, or even us. This story belongs to Draco Malfoy. Disclaimer:The general plotline and all characters d...