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Assistant: Title: Broken Mind Fractured Soul
        Author: Sensiblytainted Sensiblytainted 
        Chapter: 1/44 
        Summary: [ COMPLETE ] Harry Potter watched his mother die when he was fifteen months old, a piece of Voldemort's soul invaded his own, Vernon abused him, Petunia tore him to shreds with her hateful words, and Lockhart molested him throughout Second-year. After all that trauma, is it any wonder Harry created multiple personalities to deal with it all? In Harry's third year, Severus Snape decides to do something about it. He gives Harry therapy in secret, and this opens Harry up to a friendship with Neville Longbottom, another victim of Lockhart's perversions, and Draco Malfoy who can understand Harry's Slytherin alter better than anyone else.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Prologue
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  Chapter 1: Prologue

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other character found in Rowling's books.A/N: This is in response to the challenge issued by EmySabath, the author of the wonderful fiction Me, Myself, and I. If you haven't read it, please go and do so.A/N2: Harry will have a psychological condition called Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) aka Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD). 
  Broken Mind, Fractured Soul
There is more to Harry Potter than what meets the eye. For most of the Wizarding World, he is the Savior; the one who defeated the Dark Lord. Others see him as a celebrity, a star to follow to fame. A few hate him as their enemy, their downfall. A couple of people see a growing teen when they look at Harry Potter. A few others see a friend.Everyone sees something different when they looked on the one who bears the lightening shaped scar.Is it any wonder that Harry is as divided on the inside as he is on the outside?
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Godric's Hollow was a beautiful home full of warm woods and furniture in soft red and gold. It reminded most people of gentle fires and autumn leaves, happy things. Inside this simple home lived a young couple with their baby. Outside the night was cold and carved pumpkins sat on doorsteps.James Potter with messy black hair and round glasses sat on their couch in the living room. Photos were scattered around him on the cushions and he went through them with a big grin. They had taken the pictures just that afternoon. It had been one of the best days of his life. He and Lily had dressed up as pirates while their little son Harry wore a costume of a kitten.He laughed, brown eyes warm with delight as he looked over at his wife. "I like this one."Lily took the picture and giggled. In it, she was cradling Harry. The baby was lying on his back with both arms up to bat at a Halloween streamer that hung haphazardly in the doorway. She could almost hear her son's beautiful laugh as the boy in the picture smiled and tried to grab the wiggling thing."I still think this one is the best." Lily bent over, careful not to disturb the sleeping baby on her shoulder, and lifted a photo from the couch cushion. In this one James was sitting a the table, a bite of what looked like pudding halfway to his mouth when all of a sudden a handful of mashed potatoes came flying into the picture and landed right above James' right eye."He has good aim, doesn't he?" James smiled fondly."Just goes to show, you can't deny a child sweets on Halloween." She kissed him warmly, his large hand tangled in her long red hair. "I'm going to put him in his crib. I'll be right back down.""Better be quick," James answered huskily, watching his young wife leave the room.She blew him a kiss over her shoulder and carried their baby upstairs to the nursery. Harry didn't stir as his mother placed him softly into his crib or when she pulled his soft cotton blankets around him. Lily watched her son sleep peacefully for a few moments before bending and placing a warm kiss to his black satin hair.Suddenly, she tensed. Something was wrong. She stood upright and tense. After a moment of silence, Lily crept over to the nursery door. She could just make out the sound of curses being thrown and sick laughter before it grew quiet once more. Her green eyes widened. Somehow they had been found out and their wards taken down without them even knowing it! Panicked, she locked the door before rushing over to the crib. Harry was jostled awake by her quick movements and began to cry.Lily shushed him, swirling her wand around him as she muttered under her breath. One minute, two. She was almost done. The nursery door flew open and screams from downstairs ripped into the room causing Harry to cry louder. The Dark Lord laughed, red eyes bright with pleasure. He was a grotesque figure: tall and skinny, black robes seemingly floating around his form, skin a waxy, inhumane white.Lily clutched Harry to her and glared past her tears as she listened to James being tortured."I thought your highly esteemed husband would put up a better fight. My loyal followers had him down in a short ten minutes.""How many are down there?" she spat furiously. "Fifty?"The monster laughed. "No. More like twelve. Maybe I overdid it? I hope there is enough of him to go around. They all want to have some fun.""B@st@rd. You won't win," Lily promised. Her husband's shrieks cut off ominously as soon as she finished speaking. She curled her shoulders, trying to hide her screaming baby in her arms.A long, twisted white wand lifted slowly. "Crucio," Voldemort hissed.The wizard watched, smiling sweetly as the woman convulsed in screaming agony, but still refused to release her child. The boy's cries became more frantic, green eyes wild with fear as his mother squeezed and shook him. He flicked his wand and the pain stopped; leaving her gasping, huddled over her child.Stepping close so he could tower over his victims, Voldemort spoke gently, "I'm feeling generous. I'll let you live so you can spread word of my power. Go. Run to your master. I'm sure Albus will comfort you. Be gone.""No," Lily rasped, still shaking with the pain. Long hair stuck to her sweat-soaked face and spilled around her. "I won't let you kill Harry.""The boy will die tonight. You don't have to die with him. Leave, foolish woman. You can always have more,” he persuaded, reaching down a spidery hand."No! Please!" Lily was sobbing now, the pain in her body eating at the shock in her mind. "Not Harry!"“Ver well,” Voldemort's hand retreated and the wand returned. "Avada Kadava." he said almost lazily.Lily went limp, her eyes fading until they were blank and empty. The baby clutched at her chest, looked into her eyes, and fell silent. His pale little face tilted up and looked at the wizard in fear.Laughing, the Dark Lord repeated the words of death, and green poisoned light shot through the air. At the same time, the death spell Lily had finished casting mere seconds before the Dark Lord had entered the room activated. The white of the sacrificial magic was joined by the blue magic thrown reflexively by the powerful wizarding child. Green slammed into the two other spells with a huge concussion as the rejected chaotic magic was flung back at the caster, ripping him violently from his body.But a sliver of green had gotten through the white and blue shield and licked at the child's head, cutting it. The innocent boy screamed in pain worse as that insidious darkness settled within him, binding to his soul. Repulsed, Harry rejected that part of him and cut it away from his conscious mind, fracturing off a piece of his own soul to distance it.As Godric's Hollow crumbled from the explosion of power within its walls, Harry lay unconscious, his bleeding head resting on his dead mother's chest. Deep inside, vile darkness melded with the shard of rejected soul and became something new, something Other. It was small compared to the rest of Harry's mind, and so was locked away in a deep slumber buried in his subconscious.
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Petunia Dursley was dismayed when she found the sleeping orphan on her doorstep, but she was a mother and couldn't turn away the child, even if he had come from the sister she hated. Vernon accepted her decision and they both reasoned that the child may not be tainted with the freakishness of his parents. Petunia, after all, had remained pure despite her tainted sister. Harry could turn out to be the same.So for over two years, Petunia treated Harry tolerantly. She always gave her son attention first, but Harry was fed and a second crib was placed in Dudley's room. She bathed both boys and gave them toys. Most often she would leave Harry to his own devices while she played with her son, but she didn't actively try to hurt Harry.The green-eyed child was cheerful and happy. He didn't seem to mind the lack of attention and played happily by himself. There were some days where he'd cry for his mother and father, but Petunia would patiently explain that his parents were dead. As time passed, those days of tears became less and less as Harry began to understand that his parents would never come back.This grudging acceptance by the Dursleys was destroyed, however, when Harry was four years old. The day was bad to begin with. Dudley was throwing tantrums over every little thing all morning. Petunia was at her wits end. By nap time, she was exhausted. Dudley screamed, not wanting to take a nap, but for the first time Petunia ignored him. Harry watched from his cot across the room as Dudley threw his favorite teddy out the window in a rage. The boy then screamed and cried louder than ever.No matter how tired she was, Petunia couldn't ignore Dudley when he was so very upset and miserable. She sighed deeply before making her way back to the children's room. She opened the door just as Dudley's screams turned into laughter. His teddy was floating in the air and slowly dropped into the blonde toddler's arms. Petunia's eyes flashed to Harry and saw the boy frowning with deep concentration. Relief flooded through her. Thank god it wasn't her Dudley doing that! But her relief was quickly swallowed by fear and anger.She swooped over and slapped Harry hard across the face. "You little freak! Don't you dare taint Dudley with that vile freakishness!"Harry, shocked, afraid, hurt, began crying.Petunia was further enraged by the child's fear and yanked him from his bed. Harry's screams sharpened as his shoulder dislocated. Yelling hysterically about Harry's vileness and freakishness, she searched the house frantically for a place to put him. Then she saw the cupboard under the stairs. Petunia threw it open and tossed the boy inside, locking it firmly.Harry cried for hours, begging to be let out of the dark. His shoulder hurt so much! He was sorry! Please! But nothing changed and he was left to cower in the small, dirty space. Curling up exhausted in the corner, the four-year-old clutched at his hotly throbbing shoulder. Desperate and afraid, his magic seeped into the wound, healing it. Harry passed out.When Vernon got home that night, he found all of the things they bought for Harry burning in the back yard. He was shocked and then angry as his sobbing wife told him what had happened earlier that day. He didn't wake when the cupboard was yanked open, but blinked his green eyes groggily open when Vernon grabbed him by his hair and yanked him out."Boy! I'll teach you not to be a freak in this house, if it's the last thing I do!" And he lashed out with his belt.The toddler screamed as it struck him, leaving an angry red welt behind. The belt fell more than a dozen times, lashing his back, his sides, his legs, and once his face. The pain and fear became too much, and he flung his consciousness away, leaving behind all the pain and fear."You'll be good, Boy! Or I'll kick you out of this house and let you die in the gutter!" Vernon raged and flung the small child back into the dark cupboard.
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When Harry woke up in the cupboard the next day, he did not remember Vernon coming home. He'd blocked those memories, but as Vernon dragged him out of the corner every night to beat him, had him beg and promise to be good, that locked away part grew. Throughout the following months he wasn't fed very much and was often taken out to be punished for being a freak. That part of him became more and more alive as it fed on Harry's locked away pain and fear.Harry never remembered anything that happened to Boy. He didn't remember being beaten with the belt every night for two weeks. He didn't remember being locked away for hours and hours until he wet and dirtied himself. Didn't remember Petunia dragging him outside every couple days to viciously hose off the stench of his filthy body.All Harry knew was that he lived in the cupboard now. His room with Dudley was gone. He wasn't allowed to eat with the family, and when he was given food it was always burnt or old. He was made to clean out the cupboard and drag his cot inside. It took him all day without once stopping to eat and drink to drag all the luggage and junk that had been stored in there, but he also found old toys and he happily hid them away so he could play while he was locked away.
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Things didn't change until Christmas of his fifth year. Petunia decided that he might as well be good for something. She marched over to the cupboard and threw it open. Harry had heard her coming, so he had already hidden away the children's book he had seen Dudley putting in the trash.She glared at him with pure, unrelenting hatred, saying, "Boy, get out here and help me.""Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry answered, ducking his head so he wouldn't have to see her hate-filled face."You can't help like that, idiot! Go get cleaned up and quickly!"Harry rushed to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later all the grime and dust was scrubbed from his skin. There was no sign of the abuse. Before Boy went back to sleep, he always used magic to heal himself so Harry wouldn't hurt. Petunia glared at this evidence the boy was still using that vile power, but chose not to say anything about it. Really, it was a good thing for them that the child was never marked to horribly. She wouldn't want someone getting the wrong idea, after all."Go over there and stir the cake batter."Harry rushed to do as she said, but his hope was soon killed.“You're disgusting, you know that, boy?” Petunia said coldly, watching him as he worked. “Can't do anything right. Just like your filthy parents. Died just to get away from you most likely. Don't spill the batter, freak!” She shrieked. Harry's hands were shaking as big tears rolled down his cheeks, but he did his best to steady the bowl. “Can't do a bl@@dy thing right! The least you can do is listen, boy! You're no good, b@st@rd father couldn't listen and you're just like him! Hold that bowl and stir! Your mother would be disgusted with you! Pathetic muling worm! Don't you dare cry! It's your own fault, you filthy little brat!”Again, faced with something he couldn't handle, Harry did what he had learned to do. He ran away, leaving his body behind to endure this new torture. Magic deafened him, protecting him from the horrible words, but the side-effect made him sensitive to the emotions of those around him. Attuned, he was able to learn to do things that pleased his aunt, even just a little.He learned to cook and clean with perfection. Learned to garden and serve his aunt's tea parties, and slowly this piece of him grew to think he was a she, just like their aunt. She took the name Rose, enjoying tending the beautiful flowers in aunt's garden. She never spoke, being deaf, which only pleased her aunt more, but she did learn to read lips, otherwise she'd have been punished for not obeying.
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So Harry grew up believing his family neglected and ignored him, locking him away and feeding him rarely. In truth, Rose ate every day at breakfast and with Petunia during tea. This wasn't enough, however, as their shared body used large amounts of energy to heal when Vernon came home needing to let off steam.Oblivious of what was going on at home, the trauma locked away, his other personalities hidden, most of Harry's young memories revolved around school. He loved being in the light and around people who would give him attention. Dudley was a class ahead of him and he could be happy and playful and smart without fear of being punished for it. The playground was a different matter and so Harry often found a reason to stay inside with the teachers to avoid being hurt by his bigger, older cousin.He was the smartest boy in the class, absorbing everything like a hungry sponge. When he heard talk of pushing him up a grade, Harry quickly began to hide his progress and give wrong answers. He was terrified of being forced to be in the same class as Dudley.
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Time passed; Harry and Rose slowly growing up, but Boy didn't seem to age or grow more mature. He remained a helpless child of five, caught in a world of never ending punishments and pain. Ignorant of this, Harry was fairly happy, but that slowly changed as Harry neared his eighth birthday.Harry watched as Dudley received detentions and parent conferences with his teachers because of his spoiled behavior and violent temper. He shouldn't have known what Dudley was being punished for, but he had spied on the conferences to hear what they had to say about his cousin. This made him thoughtful.He knew that Dudley was bad. Petunia and Vernon were quick to tell him the proper way to behave, and Harry tried really hard to obey them, but Dudley broke all those rules and was rewarded for it. At home, the boy screamed and hit his parents, and they would just scold him mildly while giving him what he demanded.For the first time in his life, he began to get angry. He began to realize that being locked in the cupboard wasn't fair or right, and began hating Dudley for escaping punishments for bad behavior, for being cared for and doted on even though he didn't deserve it. He hated his cousin for being loved when he was neglected.It all boiled to a head. Harry and Dudley were on their way home from school when Dudley pushed him to the ground for a laugh. Harry rolled over and pounced on his cousin, hitting him in the head and chest like a wild thing.“I hate you! I hate you!” he screamed and burst into tears.Petunia had seen them from the window and ran out, pulling her nephew off of her son. She was too furious to even speak as she dragged Harry inside and pushed him into the cupboard.Harry sat huddled in the dark, telling himself that Dudley deserved it, all the while shaking in fear. His consciousness snapped as soon as he heard his uncle's car pull up into the driveway.Boy huddled in on himself, whimpering, knowing horrific pain was coming as he listened to Aunt's high-pitched voice explain what had happened. Heavy foot steps came to the cupboard door, and Boy cowered flat to the ground, urine soaking his pants. The door flew open."You ugly worm," he hissed, enraged. “I'll teach you never to lay a hand on Dudley again.” He pulled the limp child out from the dark space and into the hallway. The large man lifted his foot and brought it down with all his strength again and again.Ribs shattered, both of Harry's forearms snapped, his cheek bone fractured, his eyes took damage, his shins splintered. Boy howled in agony. Eventually even Boy couldn't handle it and was thrown violently into unconsciousness.Harry didn't wake for three days. When he did, he was healed, but not even Boy's healing magic could fix the delicate tissues in his eyes and he would forever need glasses afterward. He never remembered being angry with Dudley, and he never again felt hate or deep anger over how he was treated. Instead, those dark emotions were siphoned off. The darkness sleeping deep within Harry, deeper than Boy or Rose, left there that long ago night when his mother was killed fed on it and began to slowly grow stronger.
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Years later, Harry sat in his cupboard. Tired of the darkness, he cocked his head to listen carefully. Petunia was in the kitchen doing who knew what and Dudley was in the living room playing video games. Vernon was still at work. Feeling safe, Harry carefully cracked open the cupboard door to allow light in. Then he turned back around and uncovered the stash of broken toys and books he had hidden under the floorboards of his cot.Decided, he grabbed a few mangled army men and sat so that he could spread them out on the cot. He carefully set seven on one side and five on the other. He maneuvered them carefully, imagining himself as the leader of the smaller squadron:He looked over the hilly terrain and back down at the report one of his scouts had given him. The enemy's number was seven and they were spread out in a semicircle facing his troops. It would be difficult, but he knew he could get his men to the other side. Ordering two off to play as decoy, Harry led his squad through the gap and then stood and had his team shoot them in the back. Harry grinned and threw up his arms triumphantly. Victory!Mail hit the floor in the living room and, quick as thought, Harry had his toys back under the cot and the door shut before his Aunt walked passed to retrieve the mail."Dudley! Your report card from school is here!" she called excitedly.Dudley always went to summer school. The fat, blond boy always did well on his homework, but his tests were abysmal. Some teachers passed him anyway, other didn't. His parents and the school had come to believe the boy had test anxiety and that was the cause for the discrepancy in the grades. Dudley played this for all he was worth. Harry remembered what his cousin had said to the principle and his parents:"I know all the answers, really! I study really hard and always get perfects on my homework, but when I sit in front of the test, it just all goes away. I'm really sorry!"Harry snorted with a sneer. His cousin was always blank. The reason his homework was perfect was because he made Harry do it for him. Shaking his head, Harry sighed. It's not like he really minded. Petunia let him stay out of his cupboard to do homework, so he didn't mind the extra work. Plus, he was bored with what he was learning in his class and Dudley's work was harder. Not by much, but it was enough."Dudley-kins! Look! You got a C!" Petunia's high-pitched voice yelled proudly. "Oh, I'm so proud of you, Dudley! Why don't we go shopping tomorrow to celebrate?""Good. I want a new jacket, and there's this new game Piers and I want to play."Harry sighed and went back to daydreaming. His head snapped up though when the door opened and Aunt ordered him to get started on dinner. Rose crawled out and gave Aunt a sweet smile before heading to the kitchen. She pulled on her apron and tied it competently behind her back before heading to the fridge.Petunia watched the small boy brush his wild black hair from his eyes and set to making dinner. His slender hands delicately cut the vegetables and began making the meat sauces while it baked in the oven. She frowned. There was just something different about the boy when he was cooking. The way he moved, his smile; they weren't the same as when he was getting ready for school or working on his homework. Shaking her head, she went about straightening the living room. It's not like she really cared.
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The next day Rose was folding laundry while her family ate the breakfast she cooked. She sensed their satisfaction and smiled happily. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a thick letter slip through the mail slot. She knew it was Sunday. Mail didn't come on Sunday. That must mean it was important.Harry found himself at the front door with an envelope in his hand. It read: Harry Potter, the cupboard under the stairs. It was for him! He had never gotten a letter before, and it was Sunday so it must be really important. Grinning, he moved to open it when Uncle's bellow startled him into dropping it."What's taking so long, Boy!"Harry could only assume Uncle had woken him to get whatever had come in through the mail slot and he had sleepily obeyed, only now waking up, but he didn't want to give the letter to his uncle. He knew that if he did, he'd never get to see what it was about, so he threw the envelope into the cupboard as he passed and walked into the kitchen."Sorry, Uncle Vernon. There wasn't anything there."Vernon went purple and flew from his chair. Harry's head snapped up in horror and Boy came rushing Out. He cowered, hands covering his head as he hunched over his knees. Already keening that he was sorry and that he wouldn't do it ever again. Vernon cussed and yelled as he beat the terrorized child with the rolling pin that had been left out on the counter."Vernon, you're going to be late. You have that meeting the manager scheduled for this morning, remember?" Petunia said indifferently after a few minutes."I'll be back, Boy!" Vernon growled and stomped over to kiss Petunia's cheek before grabbing his suit jacket and storming from the house.Petunia turned her nose up, not wanting to look at the disgusting bleeding boy. "Go to your cupboard.""I'm sorry, so sorry," Boy whimpered and gasped, head spinning with the pain. He crawled to the cupboard and collapsed inside. Crying helplessly, his magic gently thrummed through him easing the sharp pain and allowing him to drift back.Harry opened his eyes. He was in the dark of the cupboard. With a wide smile, he patted around for the envelope. His fingers brushed it and he listened hard. He couldn't hear Petunia or Dudley. Carefully, he cracked the cupboard door for light and opened the letter. He had just read the first line when the door was yanked all the way open. Dudley stood there with a wicked grin. He had wanted to make Harry come play Harry Hunting, but he was even more delighted to find Harry doing something he shouldn't."Mum!" he yelled on the top of his lungs. "The freak has a letter! He lied to Dad!"Petunia came in from the garden and stormed up to the cupboard. Her son was blocking the small doorway and looked to be struggling. He was fighting Harry over the letter, but Harry wasn't going to give it up this time, but his rage was being bled away as it formed, leaving him only mildly angry, desperate, and frustrated."Dudley, let go!" he cried, trying to yank his baggy sleeve from his cousin's sweaty grasp. "It's mine. Let me read it, please!""Move, Dudley!" Petunia ordered and the fat boy reluctantly moved away. She reached in and dragged a squirming Harry from the cupboard. "What are you doing, boy? You think its funny reading other people's mail?""No!" Harry denied, still clutching the open letter. "It was addressed to me, see?"She read the envelope and froze. She knew that handwriting. It had been on the letter that was left with Harry's basket. Paling, she literally tore the letter from the boy's hand and backhanded him hard. Boy whimpered and cowered at her feet, crying as he begged for forgiveness."Get in your cupboard!" she screamed. "I'll have Vernon deal with you!"
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Harry pouted and plotted in the dark cupboard. Why did she take the letter and lock him in here again? It was his! He should be able to read it. Maybe she had thrown the pieces away. At night, he could sneak out and find them. It wouldn't take long to piece them together and read the message. Smiling in anticipation, he waited for night to fall, wondering who could have written him.Harry did sneak out that night, but there were no pieces of the letter in the trash. Petunia had burned them. Disappointed, he crept back to his cupboard, but in the morning more letters arrived. Each day he would remember seeing more and trying to sneak one into his cupboard, but his uncle always stopped him and threw him in the cupboard, leaving him there for the rest of the day.What really happened was Vernon would beat Boy unconscious before throwing him limp and broken into the dark storage space. He destroyed all the letters and even took off from work so he could be there to stop any that came. Petunia was in hysterics and Dudley was no longer laughing and was growing more afraid as his father grew more and more angry. Finally, Vernon snapped and told them they were leaving to a vacation cabin by the ocean."No bl@@dy letters or bird will find us there!" he swore.Harry was mostly ignored during the trip and was glad for it. He was tired and figured the worry over the letters was making him sleep poorly at night. Really, his fatigue was due to the massive amounts of energy Boy was using that week keeping them alive.It took almost ten hours to get where they were going and Vernon didn't stop once. Not even when Petunia said she had to go to the bathroom. Harry was shocked. Usually Vernon did all he could to make his 'Pet' happy. He darkly wondered what exactly they were so desperate to hide from him. What could be in those letters?These thoughts plagued Harry, and he couldn't sleep that night. The storm raging outside didn't help matters, and he stared moodily up at the ceiling of the falling apart cabin Vernon had drug them all too. He was the first to feel the ground tremble, and he rolled onto his stomach, excitement racing through his veins as he watched the front door. Something was coming. But how? The cabin was sitting on an island right off the coast. The landlord said there were no other boats beside the one they had used to get here.Despite what was or wasn't possible, the door shook under the force of whatever was trying to get in. Dudley leapt off the couch he had been forced to sleep on, screaming. Vernon and Petunia ran into the room, both in their night clothes. Harry stared stupidly at the huge hunting rifle his uncle held in his meaty fists. The person knocking ignored Vernon's threats of being armed and just knocked the door clean off its hinges.Everyone fell silent as Hagrid placed the door back in the doorway and introduced himself. Harry stared in wonder at the huge man who had just insulted Dudley and tossed the riffle he'd twisted into a knot into a corner of the room. The battered square package handed to Harry with a big grin was enough to jerk him out of his shock. Trembling, his pale hands reached up to take it."This is for me?" he whispered, overcome with too many emotions to identify. "Today's really my birthday?""Of course 'tis," Hagrid said gruffly. "Didn'tcha know yer own birthday?"Harry mutely shook his head. He was too busy opening his first ever present to notice the giant turning a murderous glare on his family. Inside was a chocolate cake with the letters 'Happy Birthday Harry'. He looked up into the giants face and smiled. "Thank you, umm… Hagrid. But… can I ask… who are you?""That's right. I haven't told ya naught but my name." Hagrid beamed down at the small boy. "I'm Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. You're a wizard, Harry! Just like your parents before you. And it's high time you come to Hogwarts to learn magic!"Harry was still in a haze as he was taken to London and then Diagon Alley. He had never even dreamed that something so wonderful could happen to him, but his happy mood vanished when they entered the Leaky Cauldron and everyone began staring and murmuring over him. He didn't like all that focused attention. Didn't like the expectant, almost hungry looks the people in the room and throughout the Diagon Alley were shooting at him.It was then he snapped out of the shocked daze he had been in since Hagrid knocked down the door. He realized that the wizarding world was going to be far from perfect and he better watch out or he could get in serious trouble, especially since he didn't know what to expect. So Harry set out to learn as fast as he could. This included trying to figure out just what Hagrid was up to at Gringotts.At Madam Malkin's, he met a blond boy also going to Hogwarts. Harry spoke little, but he tried to gather as much information as he could by keeping the boy talking. It was hard to hide how much he didn't know, but by the time he was done with the fitting Harry came to understand that wizards were not united, that there were different factions just like in the real world, and a sport the boy called Quidditch was very popular. He was rather pleased with how much he had learned in just a few minutes. He learned even more interesting things while getting his wand, but the most important thing he learned was that he was famous. His parents weren't drunk drivers, they were murdered by an evil wizard named Voldemort.…Harry spent the next month back at the Dursley's thinking. Petunia and Vernon left him alone for the most part, actually moving him up to Dudley's second bedroom and locking him in there until the start of school. They didn't even mention Hedwig who flew in and out the bedroom window whenever she wanted. Dudley was so scared of Harry now that he didn't even complain when he was forced to give up his second room.The peace couldn't last, of course. The night before Harry was going to be taken to school, Vernon stomped up the stairs and unlocked the door. Harry sat worriedly on the bed as Uncle stepped in."I'm warning you, Boy," Vernon said slowly with deliberate malice. Harry stared wide-eyed, and Boy trembled deep inside as he prepared to take over. The man put his face right into Harry's, grabbing the boy by his loose collar. "You talk about us to any of those freaks and you'll regret it. Do I make myself clear? Not one d@mn word, Boy. Not one.""Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry whispered fearfully. In his memory, he hadn't ever seen his uncle so frightening. Vernon grunted and backed off, reaching for his belt.Boy forced Harry back and took his place. Every slap of the leather belt raised welts that burned like fire. It went on for an eternity, Vernon calmly and deliberately lashing the weapon down again and again. It lasted over an hour, until Boy felt flayed and limp with exhaustion.“Not. A. Word,” Vernon growled, dropping the beaten and broken boy, slamming the door shut behind him.
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A/N: Next chapter will cover Harry's first year at Hogwarts. After second year, the story style will become narration instead of summary.The real story starts in Harry's third year.'
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