With 710,000 Harry Potter stories out there I have probably stepped on someone's toes, for that I apologize. I am having fun and it's addicting, so on with my attempt at writing so let me get out my crayons and get started. You get it as I write it and it's as fast as I can put the words down on the screen.

If you look past my grammar etc, you may find a story, then maybe not. This will contain lot of character bashing, character death and not book compliant. No Slash.

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Chapter 1 – – The Freak

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There once was in jolly old England a place called number 4 Privet Dr. containing the upstanding Dursley family. As in all good stories the family must have a skeleton in their closet which they do not wish the public to know about. In this house the closet was the cupboard under the stairs and its soon to be skeleton was a five-year-old Harry Potter.

The Dursley family consisted of Vernon Dursley a tremendously overweight and overbearing jerk who's great bulk had not yet started to sag. His skinny and nosey wife Petunia and their obnoxious child Dudley, these were the players in this tragedy. Vernon was part of a growing society that in prehistoric days would've been eliminated by the sabertooth tiger, that lurked just out side the cave and was the real predator. Vernon knew he was right and everybody else is wrong yet he probably did not realize he had been set up as the biggest prey this side of Scotland. Had he and his wife not hated magic so venomously he would've gotten along quite well with the pureblood wizards that he knowingly hated. His son was destined to become the bully of the neighborhood and an all-around thug until he ran into a bigger predator. They were all quite happy how they lived and how important they were thus they would continue their ideal lifestyle, assuming they live that long.

What Vernon had stuffed in the cupboard under the stairs was Petunia's dead sister's son which they also considered the freak in the house. Vernon and his wife knew the child was magical but that would not interfere with their righteous opinions. The child that was hidden in the cupboard under the stairs because the child had a tendency to do freakish things such as asking for food to eat when in public. When the child was two years old he was denied a stuffed teddy bear causing him to just raise his arms and the teddy bear floated across the room into his open arms. Vernon and Petunia would not let this become public knowledge interrupting their perfect life. They decided the best way to approach this freakish behavior was to beat upon the child thus showing their displeasure. Somewhere in this twisted logic of thinking they decided that a four-year-old child should be worth something more than being a problem to their family. In this warped concept they decided that the child needed to become productive in a normal way. So they decided the child should learn to make breakfast, clean the house and perform gardening chores. Now it could be asked if they had ever thought that the abused child, who used poisons in the garden, would ever use extra seasonings in their breakfast or use one of the sharp knives from the kitchen late one night.

One may ask how this unacceptable behavior manifested itself but then you'd be talking to yourself. The Dursley's believed the child was a freak and less than human and that was that. Originally the child had arrived on there front doorstep with a letter explaining everything but by the next day the baby had been turned over to social services and subsequently processed and put into an orphanage. Not but a few days later the child appeared again in their living room with another note telling them that were required to keep the child. The first letter stated that they needed to keep the child for their mutual safety but the second note stated keep the child or else. A real predator had just passed by #4 Privet Dr.

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Today the five year old Harry Potter had been standing on his three-legged stool and was making bacon and eggs for Vernon and Dudley. Petunia always skipped breakfast other than the cup or two of coffee that she sipped noisily. It took a pound of bacon and a couple dozen eggs for Vernon and Dudley and of course the better part of a loaf of bread had to be toasted to company a new jar of jam. Today Dudley felt a bit petulant and whether Vernon or Petunia noticed it or not Dudley slammed his shoulder into Harry's leg. Dudley's action causes the stool to tip and Harry automatically grabs out to stabilize himself. One of Harry's hands grabbed the frying pan which gave no support and cause the eggs to fly across the room. Harry's other hand however grabbed the flaming element the bacon was cooking on causing severe burns to his hand before he fell to the floor. The frying bacon fat in the pan fell on Harry's head and face causing more burns.

In a normal English house the NHS emergency services 999 would have been called for assistance but not in the Dursley family. Harry was grabbed by his secondhand clothing and snatched up from the floor only to be hit with Vernon's meaty hand while Vernon did much in verbal threats and yelling of more drastic actions. Harry was more interested in the pain rather than Vernon's plans for him. Vernon dragged Harry out of the kitchen and bodily through him into the cupboard under the stairs. While under normal circumstances Harry's injuries would not be considered life threatening, however, Vernon over powered throwing of Harry into the cupboard cause Harry to slam headfirst into the stone wall. The snap of Harry's neck went unnoticed as it was covered by the slamming of the cupboard door and Vernon's continued bellowing about freaks. One might say that Harry Potter was slightly dead.

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" لو رجل ما عليك القيام به لجعل نفسك هنا؟ "

" I'm sorry ma'am I don't understand."

"Little man what have you done to bring yourself here?" Asked the Lady in white who was leaning on a wooden staff.

I was definitely confused as to where I was and how I got there or where here was. The last thing I remembered was I was in pain over my burning hand which was not bothering me now, in fact my hand look fine wherever I was. So I just automatically answered, "I don't know Miss, who are you and we're am I?" As I looked around the place it looked like a lot of white stone had been used in building this place. I was sure that keeping this room clean and white was a lot of work.

"Well I guess I will just have to call up your file little man. By the way I'm Ereshkigal, I am the goddess of Irkalla but better known as the Queen of the Underworld. We are in Kutha in the eastern branch of the upper Euphrates just about twenty-five miles northeast of Babylon. Little man what have you done to bring you down here? You're way too young to be evil enough to be sent to the underworld."

This of course made absolutely no sense to me and I was surprised that I had the courage to ask. Normally if I asked any questions I got slapped around by Vernon, thrown in the cupboard, and was not fed for the day.

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"You are very interesting little man, according to your file you're not supposed to be here. Then again you are not supposed to be where you were. According to your file your not supposed to be anywhere for many years. This is quite strange that you have appeared before me but your file does even less to explain much, it only shows how your life was to be compiled. It's almost like you were being directed and trained to be a spineless tool to do what you were told to do regardless of... you were never to have appeared here in the underworld. I must check to see who or what diverted you to me."

I had no idea what was going on, I just hoped that I wasn't to be punished over what she found in that file as she did not seem to be happy.

Whoever she was and whatever she seemed to find, she seemed to be talking to herself more than to me. "I have seen children enslaved and then killed. I have see children tortured to death and eaten but I've never seen a file like yours here in my world. Abused and then escaping only to be sent back for more torture. To be sent to be killed time after time after time and then sent back to be abused. You seem to be everybody's pawn destined never to find love or a normal life. This shall not stand! Evil belongs here not you!"

All I could do was stand there shifting from one foot to the next because I definitely had no idea what she was talking about. I just hoped she would not become upset and whack me upside the head with that staff she carried. It was a nice-looking brown staff with carvings of weird animals and things you could have nightmares over.

"Astalk attend me!"

Some guy in white robes and funny pointed ears rushed in and started talking to the lady in that language I did not understand. He rushed out.

"I shall return shortly little man but I see that you are tired why don't you sleep for a while."

I turned towards where she was pointing and was surprised to find that which I was sure was not there a moment ago. Doing like I was told I hopped onto the bed as I was still keeping an eye on that wooden staff. The next thing I knew the lady was calling for me to wake up.

Moments later the guy called Astalk came charging back in with small bottles filled with liquid, he handed the bottles to the lady, bowed, and left the room.

"Okay little man, let's see what we can do to make your future life more interesting. Here drink this." While it wasn't soda pop it didn't taste half bad.

The lady continued, "That was a power potion which should be taking effect in the next week or two and slowly increase your powers as long as you live. While we wait for an hour I need to have a little chat with you."

There wasn't much I could do but nod my head in agreement.

The lady didn't look happy but continued, "Little man I have had a chat with the powers that be and they have shed some light on you arrival in this domain. That scar on you forehead contained part of an evil entity and so you were diverted to where all his parts will finally reside. The next potion you will be drinking is very strong headache remedy. You will need this as the information that I will be putting into your mind will be quite a lot of information and quite painful to insert. Parts of information will only be released in sections as you enter into that phase of your life."

The lady took out the folder again and started explaining." Right now are too young to fully understand but in a long while what I have to tell you will make complete sense and long after all these potions have taken effect. This folder contains your life's history that you would have led if you hadn't come to visit. Two important things come to the attention of whoever reads this folder. The first is that you must live to complete a couple of very important tasks. Do you understand so far?"

"Yes Miss." A headache was no problems, Vernon had whacked me up side the head enough times and given me more than enough headaches. Being important was odd as I was normally called a worthless freak. The lady said I had some tasks to complete and I wondered if it was cleaning, cooking or working in the garden.

"Now this second part will probably be hard to understand but you must try. Your life is like a street with many roads leading off to the left the right and straight ahead. Regardless which road you take all people end up where destiny says you are to be as it is very hard to change what is inscribed in your future." She pointed to the file that she said was mine." Do you understand so far?"

I understood how confusing streets and roads could be as I had been lost a number of times trying to find the park. The park had such nice things to play with, so when I was not locked up, I always headed there.

The lady then said something that I didn't like or didn't want to understand.

"Your file shows you are being blocked and/or dying on most roads and street in your life that others have chosen for you to take to meet your future. Your scar is how you came to be here, however we cannot allow this to continue as these were forced on you and not your choice to your future. You must now take and decide for yourself which road or street you will take in your life."

I was about to ask her what was not allowed to, "continue" but she continued...

"Oh! The hourglass shows it's time for the next potion. Now hold your nose and drink it all down." She then handed me another bottle. I held my nose as I drank. It was my stomach that gave me problems not my nose. Suddenly my head felt like fat Vernon was stomping around inside and then the throbbing started.

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I would hate to try to explain to any sane person what has taken place as even I had no real idea. I only had flashes of information coming in the midst of the throbbing in my head. I have a ghost of a memory of being assigned a very nice room with attached bathroom which opened to a beautiful garden but don't ask me if I went anywhere else other than the training room that had that training monster.

The lady with the staff told me that she had borrowed one of Lucifer jinni and it had been in my place at Privet drive for the last five years. She giggled and added that I have been in training and I am now ten years old, that I have finished all my training and to go look in a mirror. But it only seems like yesterday that I was given my new room here by the Lady with the staff. The newly installed mirror in my room shows an older me with long hair done up in a ponytail and my scar and glasses are gone along with the last five years. What I do now remember is the throbbing and seeing flashes of Goblins in a place called Gringotts and being given more headache potions. More throbbing and I see a twelve foot mountain troll and I have to drink more potions. More throbbing and seeing some kind of tournament and again, potions. All this and more seems to be stored in a back section in my mind and I know I'm going to have to sort through it whenever it lets me as these flashes tell me nothing. There is something about me being a wizard and magic, spells and curses, at least the throbbing is now gone. But right now there's someone knocking on the door.

"Little man it's time for you to go home but first some serious information. We have loaded into your mind a large portion of the next twenty years of what was to be your life. You're going to get this information in spurts and will see what will happen but not necessarily how it happens. Regardless of what scholars may think or say about how you can change the future by some small act or how you must get to your future on the path destined by fate they are wrong. For instance in your future there's the death of your godfather which naturally you would try to prevent. Let's say that you summon your godfather to stop him from falling through the Veil of Death which was the original fate of your godfather. You have taken a different road but you have not change the future. While you have saved him from the veil he will die that day. Whether he chokes on a butter beer or is run over by a Chinese pulling a rickshaw, the future cannot change. All you would have done was take a different road to the future. So little man grow up enjoying your life, make your enemy's life miserable, and have fun chasing the girls. Don't let anybody dictate what you do or where you go. Now lets get you back through the seven gates."

Pop!

I'm now sitting in my cupboard under the stairs unless I'm greatly mistaken. Funny what you know when you are sitting in the dark.