Me: yes, a Harry Potter story, but not one that is a crossover of any kind. I just got this idea into my head one day and now I'm typing it. I really should stop reading random stories since they put new ideas for stories into my head. Anyway, hope you like it. Warnings, disclaimer, and summary are listed below.
Warnings: Rated M for strong language, violence, mpreg, Manipulative!Dumbledore, Hermione and Ron bashing (probably), Mate!Draco and (Sorta)CreatureSlytherin!Harry
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter. He belongs to the wonderfully talented J.K. Rowling!
Summary: Inheritance was usually a time when young witches and wizards get a massive power boost and an enhancement to their abilities on their sweet sixteenth birthday. Of course, Harry Potter wasn't a normal wizard. It turns out that his parents weren't his parents at all, he's part creature, has a brand new animal familiar that wasn't what he expected, his abilities turn out to be elemental controlling and mind reading, he can speak to any living creature, and he needs to find his true mate before his 18th birthday or he dies…wait a minute. What?! Okay… Well, at least he knows his true mate, right?
Everything was normal down Privet Drive. Children and teenagers were playing in yards, in other yards, on a playground not too far from their homes, or inside the comfort of their houses. Adults spoke over the fences separating each piece of property or were watching a comedy or the news on the television. The wind was gently brushing through the leave of trees and over the blades of grass, making them ripple like water until the ripple was disrupted by a child or teen.
But in house Number Four lived a family of four. Three were gone. One to work, the second to gossip (or make sure no one was gossiping about them), the third with his companions to bully younger children, but the fourth remained inside, locked into his prison.
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World, and Golden Boy to Albus Dumbledore, was once again locked into the room that his aunt and uncle gave him after his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It used to be his cousin Dudley's second bedroom, but they moved everything that was in there and left nothing but a bed and a desk for Harry. Locks were once again on the door, keeping him inside, just like before his second year. There were no bars on the window, though. At least, not this time. His Uncle Vernon said they were too expensive and didn't want to keep fixing the house. There was a cat door at the base of the normal door, small enough for his Aunt Petunia to reach her hand in and give Harry whatever was left of supper. Mostly just vegetables that his uncle and cousin didn't eat and a small glass of water that wasn't enough to wash the dry greens down his throat.
He was let out in the mornings to cook breakfast for the family, not even allowed to eat himself, and he had to make sure it was perfect or he would be punished. Beaten or belted by his uncle. Maybe forced to hold onto the hot pan if he spilled something or knocked it over onto the floor by his aunt. His cousin never really beaten him, just laughed at the pain and torture he went through. Or he would get his little gang and beat Harry up then. At least he was lucky enough for his uncle to leave on the air conditioning since it was such a hit day outside, but they mostly left it on since none of the other family members wanted to walk inside from a hot world into a scorching house.
A small hoot grabbed Harry's attention from the wall that (for some reason) seemed interesting for the past half hour to the white owl inside of a locked cage. Hedwig, his trusty and loyal animal familiar, was clearly irritated from present conditions. Harry learned lock picking from Fred and George Weasley so he could let Hedwig stretch her wings and hunt from time to time. But she was never gone for longer than five minutes since Vernon would think Harry managed to let her out and was sending a message to his friends about what he was going through.
"You know I can't, Hedwig," Harry said. "Aunt Petunia would see you outside, or Dudley." Hedwig hooted again. "I'm sorry, Hedwig, but I can't. Not until tonight." That was the only time when Harry could really let her out since everyone was normally asleep. Hedwig ruffled her wings in annoyance.
With a bored sigh, Harry looked down at the floor, right at the floorboard that hid his things from his uncle and aunt. He had nothing to do. All his summer homework was finished and he couldn't work on any spells because of the Ministry. It would know if he used underage wizardry. And not to mention his uncle grabbed almost all of Harry's belongings and threw them into the cupboard under the stairs that was once his room for ten torturous years. He was only able to get a few things during the middle of the night so he could still do his homework before he got locks on his door, trapping him inside of the room until Vernon or Petunia unlocked it for him to use the bathroom, cook, or to do chores.
He turned his head to look out the window out of habit. It was the middle of summer, almost close to his birthday, and he had yet to get a single letter or even a note from his friends. Of course, he learned a while back that Dumbledore was the puppeteer for those two. He told them to make friends with Harry, told the Weasley family to be a surrogate family to Harry, and told Hermione that Harry was just an attention-seeking little boy. His eyes narrowed as he remembered how he found all this out.
Harry smirked in victory. He had managed to escape from the Dursley house and was now free. His trunk was standing vertically next to him as he pulled out his wand and gave it a small wave. A sudden boom was heard until the Knight Bus appeared in front of him. "Hello there, Harry," Stan, the conductor, greeted.
"Evening, Stan," Harry greeted back as he got aboard the Knight Bus. Stan had gotten his luggage before he had a chance to touch it.
"So where to this time, Harry?" Stan asked.
Harry didn't know exactly where the Burrow was, but told him the location anyway. Then the bus was zipping through the streets, dodging every vehicle. The cars, trucks, and buses outside all seemed to have been racing backwards from the speed. Then the bus slowed down a little once it hit the country until it stopped in front of the dirt road that led to the Burrow. "Thanks," Harry said as he climbed off. Stan gave him a small wave and a kind smile before the bus was gone again. Harry decided to let his arrive be a even bigger surprise to the Weasleys', so he pulled his Invisibility Cloak from his trunk and threw it over himself. He was glad to see that the door to the kitchen was open.
Leaving his trunk outside near the garden, Harry went inside, making sure to make no noise. The Weasleys' were all sitting at the table, enjoying their breakfast with Hermione sitting next to Ron. Harry felt slightly hurt that she was here but no one had contacted him and asked for him if he wanted to come over.
"By the way, Ron," Mrs. Weasley spoke up. "Professor Dumbledore wants you to invite Potter over for the rest of the summer." Harry felt a stab into his heart as it fell when he heard the way Mrs. Weasley said 'Potter'. Like it was poison or a curse.
"Do I have to?" Ron whined. "He's so annoying. He just wants attention and acts like it's the last thing he wants. Bloody liar."
"Professor Dumbledore said we needed to keep this up," Mr. Weasley stated. "We need to act as though Potter is a part of our family and give him enough encouragement for him to face against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and win. Until then, we need to keep this up."
"But he's such a-"
Harry didn't hear what Hermione was about to say about him next before he bolted out the still opened kitchen door and grabbed his trunk. All a lie. They were nothing but a lie. It hurt for him to realize that the only people he thought cared for him were nothing but liars. They played around with him. And for what? For him to think he had people to protect from Voldemort? So that he could get stronger to protect those people? What next? His godfather was once playing the same roll? And Remus was, too? He didn't want to think about that possibility.
Afterwards, Harry only looked out the window out of habit. And when he did get a letter from them, he ripped them up and threw them into the trash. But that was very rare, as far as he knew. Dumbledore was the only one that ever wrote to him and he never even opened the envelope to see what was inside. He just ripped it up and threw it away. For some reason, his anger for Dumbledore ended up setting the torn letters on fire before the flames died away, leaving not even ash behind. Harry didn't understand it, but as long as he didn't need to look at the torn letters, he didn't care.
With a second sigh, Harry stood from his small bed and over to the desk, staring into the mirror. He always had his curtains closed since he found out about the Weasleys' and Hermione, so he didn't get much sun. And his skin was suffering from that. It seemed paler now, and a little shallow on his face. But that was probably from malnutrition. His hair grew out to his shoulders and only the top of his head and his bangs were messy. The rest of it stayed straight, pressed against the skin of his throat. His green eyes were no longer like emeralds, but more like a dying bush green. Lifeless. It scared his aunt and uncle enough to leave him alone for a few days until they found out he was harmless and nothing but a shell now.
When he was allowed outside (mainly to get groceries and run errands for the Dursleys'), he never really had to return until nightfall. That was long enough for him. He went out and got his tongue pierced, along with two piercings in his left eyebrow, three in his upper left ear, and five in his right. He even had a piercing on his lip that held a small ruby. The other piercings were just silver studs. He also had a tattoo done on his arm, a black serpent with flaming wings and posed to strike. He could get someone to charm it to move when he gets to Diagon Alley. The Dursleys' thought he used their money to get his piercings (they never saw his tattoo), but he just ignored them and closed himself into his room. Vernon, as usual, locked it as a punishment for 'spending their money' on things he wanted.
Night eventually greeted Privet Drive, embracing it as gently as the sun, promising to cover any possible burglars or robbers or convicts roaming outside. Harry, as usual, had to cook the dinner. And as usual, he was forced to go to his room and was given the leftovers after nearly a hour. Hedwig had her head tucked under her wing as Harry climbed onto the small bed, curling up into a ball under the thin covers, before being pulled into a world darker than outside.
Outside, a figure stood on top of a house. A black cloak was carried with the wind, swishing around the lone person. A hood covered the person's hair, letting only a few strands of red drop over the dark green eyes, and a black mask covered the lower part of the face. "We finally found you," the person said in a deep voice before looking over his shoulder. "Not many nights, now," he muttered. "Soon he will join his true place. Until then, dear cousin." He leapt off of the roof he was on before disappearing, not even having a chance of hitting the ground.
Me: well there's the first chapter. The mystery guy will b explained next chapter. And Harry will get his inheritance next chapter as well. Plz, review. This will be a Drarry. And I know this chapter was short, but this is a prologue. They are meant to be short. You know, kind of a introduction. review, or I'll cry! QQ