Title: Cause and Effect

Book One: Crimson Stone of a Slitherin Prince

Chapter one: Cold December

Universal Summery: Harry Potter's life, the life you know of, is a lie. What we know and what we think we know are two completely different universes. The Fight between good and evil did involve love, but really, what type of love was it. Did it start with a mother, or an elderly old grandfather's heart break? Did it end with a triumphant earth shattering defeat over evil, or the death of a love one at the hands of the suffering? His life was not recorded verbatim, and the first that was change was his birthday. This is the Real Story, Their Story

Book One Summery: Harry Potter is found, four months after the start of school, by the only people in the Wizarding World that he can trust at that point. Through trials and tribulations, his story is revealed, and the Second Great War heats up through what was supposed to be the second part of his first year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Universal Warnings: Cussing, Killing (death), Violence, Alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sex, Yaoi, Yuri Het, transvestites, animal abuse, child abuse, mentions of and/or graphic rape. Torture, treason, 'kinky' use of fireworks and explosives, dystopian society, Incest, anti-LGBT language, hate crimes, anti-Christian themes, anti-pagan themes, Harry having sex with reptile Voldemort. Harry being a slut. More to come probably.

Book Warnings: smoking, drinking, some bad language and cheesiness.

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As cold as December tended to be, a ten year old raven haired boy still insisted that he wander out side. His piercing almond shaped green eyes burned like fire in the darkness enshrouding his being. A sharp wind took a nip at the boy. His hair waved as the wind whistled through the trees, and the swings in the park screeched with disdain at the weather. The blue, red and brown carousel spun with apprehension while shrieking for winter to 'give it a rest' and 'let spring roll around.' A silver slide that shone bright, despite the weather agreed it liked having children around. The purple jungle-gym ignored the others; it could always count on a young raven haired boy to visit during any time of year. Said boy never heard the other park play thing agree, but he could feel a twinge of love in his abused heart.

Harry James Potter had lived with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon Dursley since he was but an infant. This being so, he never really felt the love he should have. His so called 'drunkard' father and 'tart' mother had died in a car accident when he was young so he was left bearing a hideous lightning bolt shaped scar that was unwilling to be hidden under his ebony bangs and he was forced to survive under his mothers sister uncaring wing.

It had been proven that Harry Potter had untamable hair. At one point his aunt tried to cut it, but to her range, it had grown back over night. Some had said that it was cute, others that it was horrid. He however liked it. It gave him an air of defiance; he was always one to get into trouble, although he normally acted shy. Harry would not describe himself as one to wear his heart on his sleeve rush into things, although he had a tendency to do so. He preferred to say that he was cunning and resourceful. He was, after all, top of his class in research essays. The only classes he struggled with were Algebra and Biology.

He wasn't a fan of school but preferred it to the company of his cousin, Dudley Dursley. However, he hated recess. Recess was when Dudley and his friends would gang up on Harry, attempting to beat him up. Harry used to retaliate with fists, but in the third grade he found out, words were better. Words such as 'Dudykins' and 'Dudleypooh'. Although at one point Dudley became infuriated and chased Harry onto the roof of the janitors shack. Admonished, Harry was sent home, from what the staff had heard. No one knew where he went when he disappeared from school for a week and a half; Harry was in the cupboard under the stairs.

That was where Harry slept and contemplated everything – the cupboard under the stairs. He had gotten used to the cupboard, which was certainly big enough to house him, and his uncle Vernon, if you're lucky, maybe a cat. A cat from Mrs. Figgs house, because she is knee deep in cats. Mrs. Figg watches over Harry while the Dursleys' are out. She's crazy, and strange but nice.

Suddenly, a fairly large tabby cat appeared near him. Her fur soft and she coddled his leg. Instinctively he tries to pull away as the cat jumps upon his lap. "Hi there girl. You're so pretty and so soft. I wish I didn't have to live with those awful people you know? But, I can sense something like a type of second hand love. Why would my parents make those people my god-parents? And I don't believe that my parents were drunken tarts. I know they weren't. I have the weird picture of them. I don't think my aunt and uncle know I have it, but it's almost like the picture is trying not to move. I don't know, I can't explain it...hey your really pretty. And I've never met such a calm cat. Can I name you or something because I would like that? I need a friend. I don't have many." The tabby responded to his wishes and let him talk and talk and talk all the while sitting still on his lap, codling. "Ok then how bout...Ring, no? Ok so Grea, no again? Uh Tentry? Yes? Alright then, I'll call you Tentry."

The young female tabby slowly nodded her head and mewed to Harry allowing her self to coddle some more into his calloused muscular hands. He maneuvered her and himself so he was sitting pretzel fold and she was in the small cavern his legs created. She was warm and he was happy. Little did either know their worlds were soon to fall apart.

Sirens broke the welcomed silence and several cop cars surrounded the park. Tentry started to struggle but Harry soothed her into staying. It was well past curfew and Harry would be dragged in this time. Slowly the doors opened one by one car by car and men stepped out donning black robe, high pointed hats and skull masks. The ground started eroding and Harry jumped from his seat on the swing and sprinted, Tentry now in his arms as a mother would hold her baby while it was burping. Pieces of rock broke off and started plummeting down while other careened into the sky. Harry was now at full pace, breathing hard and trying to weave in between eroded ditches and skywards rock. He was darting away from flame and jumping from ice towers that would rocket up from beneath his feet. He dodged lasers of green and red. He heard shouts from the men in robes, "Habra Kadabra" and "Curtio." At least he thought that was what they were yelling at him.

Dreary and deranged. A fog held tight around him, his lungs screaming in protest. He wanted to cry, but he didn't have any tears left, he just didn't, all his tears were gone and all his screams grown horse and forgotten in his throat. His feet heavier than they should be, dragged themselves, under his weight, on Mongolia crescent. Nearing his so called home he saw the batty old Ms. Figgs screaming at a druggy/pot head looking young man.

He could over hear bits and pieces like "Dumbledore will kill you for this Mundugus" and "He is but a child you fool." The young man retorted softly about buying cauldrons. Harry became interested about what the man had to say about such make-believe. After a spiel form Mrs. Figg about wizards and witches, potions, poisons, wands and other magical things, Harry walked away, telling himself they were rehearsing for a play.

How wrong he was...

(AN/ this story is loosely based on the Harry Potter books. It is called cause and effect for a reason...I am changing certain things about Harry potter and letting everything else just work out. First thing I have changed is Harry Potters birthday. This story will have many twists and turns. Maybe even more than a good mystery novel. J K Rowling owns the characters places and most of the spells while I am incomplete right to every thing else. Many American muggle trends will be placed in this story and I don't own them. Some bands will be praised while others bashed please take no offence. This story will be rated pg 13 for the most part. I will soon be hiking the rating up to R once sex, blood and other suck raunchy things come into play. Thank you for reading and I do hope that you enjoy

The first book is gonna be really really cheesy and have either slow or fast paced chapters. The second through seventh books are more well planned out and should be far less "fan-fiction"y than the first one. aka, less cheesy of a soup opera that is is already planned out to be. )