Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Me at Privet Drive ❯ A sad Begining ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Prologue Disclaimer:I don't own any of this stuff except for what are my own ideas.I would just like to say before I start writing this that I have recently finished reading Barry Trotter and the shameless parody plus I have just finished the half blood prince and watching the first season of `The Young Ones' on DVD. And added to that these first few chapters were written when I was really sick but to bored to sleep and I decided to write, plus I was listening to a number of Metallica albums including St. Anger.You have been warned.** thoughts“” speechitalics spells------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------Once again I thought back to the decision I had made and I cursed myself. I mean come on who in their right mind accepts a challenge from a voice without any visible body? Something so simple as say “sure, what's the worst that could happen”. Damn I was wrong, this couldn't really be much worse.It all started after I finished reading the whole Harry Potter series up to the most recently release Half Blood Prince, now I was rather frustrated with a running trend of Harry generally being a bit of a lazy ass, come on if I had someone trying to kill me and magic was the only way to defeat him I think I'd put a hell of a lot more effort into my learning.I then made the stupid mistake of voicing my displeasure at the whole series~flashback~“That's it? Damn stupid thing, even I could have come up with a better plot, granted I probably couldn't write so much but still I could sure as hell come up with a better storyline.”“Could you now? Well how would you like too?”“Sure as hell, I could do damn well better than….hey who's there?“it's not important, you've accepted, goodbye.” The ethereal voice off-handedly said as my world started to blur and then everything went black.~end flashback~And that was that, I soon found myself `reborn', If you would called it that, in the very body of wee little potter, what he experienced, I experienced. For a while everything was relatively ok, little Harry's developing mind slowly went through those little stages a baby goes through until they start trying to move around. He even gurgled occasionally but nothing much more than that; and me you may ask, what had I been doing? Well I had been doing a hell of a lot more than that.I had started to acclimatize myself to Harry's body as quickly as I could, at times I would take control away from Harry and get myself used to the limitations of the little body I had been forced into. But seeing as Harry would scream and cry every time I took over, I had to start reserving that time for when Harry was asleep. Before long Harry's parents moved to Godrick's Hollow, and I knew that soon little Harry and I would be torn away from a `normal life', by wizarding standards, and be thrust into a terrible life of slavery under the fat and disgusting relatives. I re-enforced as many of the memories of happy times and Family times, knowing that soon there wouldn't be any parents or happy times.But above that the most important thing I did during those times, besides strengthening memories, was the manipulation of Harry's magic; I had developed this little theory.It is said that a baby wizard is born with a set amount of magic, they just learn to use it better and through that use its power becomes more potent. I personally disagreed with this what I believed was that a baby just doesn't have the knowledge or interest or even the will power to try to increase their power. They just want to eat, sleep, poop, and absorb all the attention given to them.So I set about trying to use Harry's magic and maybe mine, seeing as how I'd been born into his body and maybe had acquired some benefits. My first attempts proved to be leaving much to be desired, but after a few attempts I got a spark, a small spark mind you, but enough to shock little Harry awake and into a crying fit, which brought his parents running. I'm really starting to hate the little guy when he starts crying. And it was during one of these fits that I figured out how to temporarily leave Harry's body, I could almost think of it as one of those out-of-body experiences that some people have when they have been abusing certain substances. I wasn't sure how long the experience would last so I spent my time floating around the house, familiarising myself with areas I hadn't been to, and damn I sure found something that I could have done without, besides the potions area in the basement there was a vinyl sex dungeon, filled with every imaginable sextoy you could possibly think of. This caused me to never look at Lily and James the same ever again, you wouldn't think they were into that sort of thing, but on numerous occasions I had woken up in the night only to hear them going at it. But hey, who am I to judge them for having a healthy relationship? After watching Lily working around the house all day I started trying to imitate some of the spells she used, I only had a few problems, I neither had a wand nor did I have properly developed vocal cords to voice the spells. So you can see I had some real problems.But at least I figured out how to keep myself, which I personally consider to be very important. Unfortunately all good things don't last for ever, soon that fateful day came, that day when I lost my adopted parents and much of the freedom I had loved so much, soon I would never have the freedom to leave Harry in charge of our body.It started out like any normal day I'd work with Harry's magic and then mine until he'd wake up and start crying to be fed, which seemed to promptly cause him to empty his bowels right into his pants, which luckily were enchanted to self-scurgify when soiled. After breakfast James would leave for the ministry and Lily would quickly clean up before she started filling out papers and going through other bits of work.This was then followed by lunch and around dinner time James would return home. Everything seemed to be going as normal, if only I had known today was the last day, I wouldn't have used up most of Harry's magic, fortunately I hadn't used any of mine today; as I had come up with a system of using up my magic every other day, so that I wasn't completely powerless, okay I'll admit that I was being paranoid but with good reason. But later that night when I was woken once again by noises, which at first I thought was just Lily and James getting a little over enthusiastic, I quickly detached myself from Harry and sunk through the floor into what could best be described as a war zone. Furniture was broken across the room, that nice leather loveseat was on fire, spells were flying back and forth, Lily and James were on one side of the room behind the flaming love seat and some old guy, which I later figured out was the Dark Lord himself, was with a large group of cloaked figures, some of which were dead on the ground or unconscious, I didn't care. Seeing one of the figures about to hit Lily with a spell while she was distracted, I quickly shot straight through him, causing him to flinch momentarily, but long enough to get hit by one of James stray spells. This sort of thing went on for a few hours, until Voldemort finally hit James with a stupefy and then an Advarda Kadabra, and it was then that Lily made a break for it, up the stairs and towards Harry's room. I shot straight through the ceiling into `my room' and quickly re-entered the now awake and crying Harry. Just as I finished the re-entry process Lily came barrelling into the room and slammed the door shut. By now I was starting to panic because I wasn't willing to loose Lily too, I did the only thing I could do at the moment, I mentally started tugging on all the pockets of magic I had stored in the room, frantically replenishing my reserves. Suddenly the door burst open and in strode voldemort himself, guess in his old age he had a bit of trouble running up the stairs.“NO! Not my baby, Not Harry!” Lily Screamed as Voldemort raised his wand and demanded she move aside. As Lily Died I felt a powerful force rear up out of the ground and race towards Harry's body, but it was too late because Voldemort had already fired off the killing curse once again. Even as I saw Lily's spirit staring on with a defeated look I forced all my will into directing all of my magic and all that was left in the room into erecting as powerful a concentrated mass as I could, you could almost call it a shield spell but I didn't know how one was cast or constructed so it was the best I could muster with my current knowledge. Sadly it wasn't as effective as I had hoped, granted it was half reflected back towards Voldemort but I was still hit, and promptly ejected out of Harry's body. And hurtling into Voldemort's, as I crashed through his mind I tried to cause as much damage as I could , but I also grabbed as much information as I could including parsletongue; but the disintegration of Voldemort's body once again ejected me out. The hasty ejection caused me to be rather disoriented but the real shock came when I regained my senses and noticed a small child in my arms, looking a little closer it looked a lot like Harry, a sinking feeling suddenly hit me and I spun around to see Harry's limp form in the crib, and Lily's spectral form sunk over next to it, silver tears fell from her cheeks, only to disappear half way to the floor. I slowly floated up to her and laid a hand on her shoulder, she suddenly stiffened, before quickly doing the equivalent of a Judo throw only for her hand to pass straight through me. Already seeing the lower half of her starting to fade away as she began to pass on I tried to calm her before passing Harry's squirming form into her arms. Lucky for him he was already dead or Lily might have broken every bone in his body from the force of the hug she gave him. Mouthing out the words I'm sorry, to her questioning stare, she soon faded onto the next plane of existence were no doubt James had long since moved on too. I turned around to try and fix the damage that had been done as best as I could, working on what I had gathered about how the Advarda Kadabra worked. The so called killing curse isn't as much a killing curse as a soul ejection curse. It basically makes the body temporarily eject its soul. The two problems that make it so dangerous are, most people haven't had any experience with leaving their body and returning after a little while and most people do something like what Lily had done she had left her body believing herself to be dead and had started mourning the death of her son. In doing so she had left her body without even trying to return into it.I on the other hand quickly returned to what was now my body and began forcibly possessing the empty shell of a body before it started shutting down and the body became brain dead from lack of oxygen. As I forced myself in I started to feel an aching throb which upon full re-entry exploded into a searing pain, enough pain that I wanted to scream out and beat my head into the wall, but I had one last thing to do, it had been so difficult to get into the body because of the ancient and primordial magic that started seeping into it with out much of a purpose other than to protect. I staved off bliss of unconsciousness long enough to alter and absorb the magic and weave it into a clumsy but adequate shell around my bodies inner chakra coils. With this done I started to slip away for a much needed rest, but not before hearing great pounding footsteps and seeing a great bushy head stare down at me. Knowing I was safe and that Hagrid was here I let go of everything and embraced the black.