Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own any of the characters that are recognizable or associated within this story, any otherwise are either of my creation or been somehow persuaded to be in here. Credit given to J.K. Rowling for any excerpts (Hogwarts letter, etc.).

Thank you in advance for we start let me just say this is my first fanfic so please be patient with me. So without further ado here you go.

Harry Potter was the average kid, living with his Aunt and Uncle. His parents had died when he was a child, so he was left on the doorstep of his "loving" relatives. He was less of a child and more of a servant, but he was used to it. And that was how his life went for numerous years, all up until Harry's 11th birthday. That was when everything changed. On a regular morning, Harry's life was turned upside down. He received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and, after much struggle, he was able to obtain the letter from his uncle and read it.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

After reading and rereading the letter, Harry realised that there was something quite special about him. The snake in the Zoo, which he had set upon Dudley, his chubby cousin, was magic, as he had thought. He recalled when his unruly hair had grown overnight, after a horrendous haircut from his Aunt Petunia. Everything made sense now.

Still, life stayed the same for a little bit. His Uncle Vernon told him he could go, but laughed when he saw the supplies list, telling Harry "good luck finding all that in London." But Harry still went to bed, as usual, after having eating a small portion of the family's leftovers. After a nights rest, Harry awoke to Aunt Petunia knocking purposely on the cupboard in which he slept, rattling the door grate.

"Get up! Now! I expect breakfast to be started before Dudley comes down!" She yelled in her high-pitched voice.

Harry immediately got dressed and scurried into the kitchen, wanting to avoid the wrath of Uncle Vernon this early in the day. It was always better that way, as he had many chores to finish, from weeding the garden flowers— both in the backyard and in the flower boxes by the front window— to mowing the lawn both front and back, to cleaning rooms—which included the laundry from the bedrooms. Harry looked at Vernon to see he was wearing his normal green and white striped pajamas with the green slippers, Harry always wished he could have something as nice as those but he would have to stay content with what he was given 'so graciously' by his Aunt and Uncle.

Harry moved to the refrigerator to see the meal he was supposed to prepare this morning for the Dursleys. It was one of Dudley's favorites, bacon and eggs with toast and jam. He grabbed the bacon from the refrigerator and put it in the pan to start frying. After several minutes of cooking, Harry added the bread to the cover to toast and then finished with the eggs. Knowing Dudley would want them fried softly, he put them on to cook slowly. Harry loved cooking, something about being in charge made him feel important, like he had a meaning to be here. After all the food was prepared he placed it on the table, just as Dudley walked in the dining room, still in his nightclothes.

"Fetch the mail, Boy!" Vernon commanded in a groggy, yet still vicious voice.

Harry knew not to upset his uncle so he went for it without a moments hesitation. What Harry did not expect was mail to himself, he recognized it immediately as a letter from Hogwarts. That was strange, he was not expecting anything else from the School. He was just thankful enough that Uncle Vernon allowed him to go, but he believed it had to be more or less the fact that Vernon did not to have him in his care for the next eight months. Harry delivered the mail to Vernon, omitting his letter from the stack . He opened it to reveal the already-familiar emerald writing.

Dear Mr. Potter

We have been informed that you have had a non-magical upbringing. We are sending a representative from the school to pick you up and bring to to collect your supplies. You can expect him to arrive at your home at 9:00 A.M.. Please be ready upon his arrival.

Hoping You Are Well,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Uncle Vernon?" Harry questioned his uncle.

"What boy?" Vernon answered, clearly more interested in the letter he was reading than Harry himself. Still, Harry took this to his advantage.

"There is going to be a representative from the school arriving today to take me shopping, do you mind if I go?" Harry question tentatively, knowing how his uncle despised magic.

Vernon looked from his letter he was reading to Harry, and smirked, clearly thinking something that would be unpleasant for Harry, but answered briefly.

"You haven't any money, and you should not expect any from me but yes. I expect you do the chores on your return home." Vernon answer with a snarky glare.

"Thank you, Uncle Vernon, and I plan on it Sir. I do not wish to miss on any of my duties as you have been nice enough to put a roof over my head and food on the table for me all these years." Harry responded in a tone that obviously portrayed he did not mean his words.

Uncle Vernon did not notice, however, and just grunted, turning back to his looked at the clock and realized he only had twenty minutes before the representative would arrive. He ran to his room, if he could even call it that, and changed clothing, putting on his best clothes: a gray shirt with blue seams multiple sizes too big from when Dudley was nine, and a pair a pants that were the right length, but way too big in the waist, and of course his only pair of shoes he owned. He then waited by the door for a knocking or bell of any sorts to be made,only to be interrupted.

"Boy! What do you think you are doing just sitting there, you can go clean up the breakfast as we are done, you also may have any leftovers!" yelled Vernon as he walked, more like waddled, past Harry up the stairs.

Harry walked to the kitchen and looked to the table to see no leftovers. With a sigh, he started to clean the table, piling all the plates from the table by the sink with all the silverware. And then began to wash, only to finish just as the doorbell rang. Harry ran to the door to see who was there and he was met to see a thin man with shallow shin, a large, hooked nose. With shoulder-length, greasy black hair which framed his face, cold black eyes, he was wearing a dark outfit which looked a bit odd on him.

"H-hello." said Harry nervously.

"You must be Mister Potter," the man spat out, clearly not wanting to be here. "I was given the pleasure to escort you to Diagon Ally this morning to collect the required items you will be needing for school this year. It was also brought to my attention that you may not know anything about the magical world being as you guardians dislike the magical world"

Harry opened his mouth the say something only to be cut off by Snape once again. "Yes you parents were wizards, both of them very gifted, even though you father had this rather knack for trouble which I hope you do not have. I am Severus Snape, the Potions Master at Hogwarts, you will call me Professor Snape. Now come now we have much to do today, and I would like the get this over with." Snape finished with a turn of his cloak, clearly telling the boy to follow.

Harry did, in fact, follow the Professor out of the house, closing the door behind him. He watched, fascinated, as the man pulled a stick from his pocket and held it out towards the road.

So here it is the first chapter, I hope you guys enjoyed this. This is going to be a fun story, at least what I have planned for it will be, upcoming on the next chapter, family history and Diagon Alley! The fun.