Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Yugioh, those pleasures belong to JK Rowling and Kazuki Takahashi. I wish I did though, then I would be minted.


Most people would believe Little Whinging in Surrey to be a street just as normal as the next. Rows of normal houses with normal gardens with normal cars parked in normal driveways. Even with normal pets. Most would assume this to be the case; which is why no one ever looked closely enough to spot a difference.

The human mind is a wonderful thing, capable of working out extremely complex calculations and inventing amazing creations. Capable of telling when someone is good, or bad, most call this intuition. But a flaw of this amazingly designed organ is the fact that it always comes with some sort of hitch. A common hitch among the normal world is that if they deem something not important enough for their attention, they dismiss it as if it was nothing. This causes many discoveries that would benefit the human race considerably to go unnoticed. Let's say for instance that the was a miracle plant in the back garden of someone's house that can cure cancer, or a mould growing in a damp area of someone's house that can cure AIDS. The world is filled with so many wondrous things that go unnoticed because people don't check.

You might ask where I am going with this long and surprisingly philosophical rant, well, for that we move back to the main subject. The district of Little Whinging in the county of Surrey. Number 4 Privet Drive more specifically. If anyone would have done any digging into the lives of the occupants - Mr and Mrs Dursley - then they would find that other than a rather large son who was spoiled with every gift imaginable, they had in fact a nephew. This nephew is gossiped about around the neighbourhood for supposedly attending a made up school for Criminal Boys. Now this might strike some people as odd, but again they would not delve any deeper into the subject. One look would have confirmed that even if the school did exist, there was in fact no one with this particular boys name on the register. They also might find it odd that Mr and Mrs Dursley, whenever asked about said nephew would cough and splutter and deny that the boy was important enough for discussion. Again, no reason for anyone to delve into it. If only they knew the full truth.

This boy - no young man - was at that very moment in time standing in front of the mirror in the upstairs bathroom, admiring himself in the mirror. I say admiring, more like seeing properly for the first time. This young man was 15, as of July 31st 16, years old. He was just under 6 ft tall, the once frail, thin look gone due in large part to years of Quidditch and this summers training routine, he looked remarkably like an Olympic swimmer. Unfortunately until now he was rather clueless with girls.

'Just another thing I'm going to change!' he thought to himself determinedly.

He had uncontrollable jet black hair that framed his boney face. His eyes sparkled green like that of an emerald pool. His poise was that of the very highest in aristocratic stature.

You still may be wondering why I have focused on this young man, and what is so unusual about him. This mans name is Harry James Potter. Son to Lily Evans and James Potter. Last heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter, Godson to the late Sirius Black and therefore also soon to be Head of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black.

Still the confusion remains, 'Most Noble and Ancient House,' what the hell is that? Well, this bring me to the reason which Harry Potter is so different, so intriguing, so….special.

Harry Potter is a wizard.

That's right, Harry Potter can do magic. Not the pulling a rabbit out of a hat kind of magic no, but proper, honest to goodness, floating stuff in the air kind of magic. He belongs to a whole world of magic, a whole world with schools and shops and banks etc. A world with goblins and dragons and unicorns and phoenixes. The list goes on and on. But Harry Potter isn't even a normal wizard.

You see it all started with an evil dark wizard called Voldemort . On Halloween of 1981 this particular dark wizard turned up in Godrics Hollow with the intent on killing the boy of the prophecy. Thanks to the traitor Peter Pettigrew the Fidelius Charm had been negated. On the way to the nursery where Harry was hiding with his mum, he encountered a wandless James Potter, he was only to easy to dispose of. Next came Lily Potter, Voldemort actually gave Lily the option to live but she declined in favour of giving her one and only son a chance to live. That is what the few people who understand the events of that night believe to be the reason Harry Potter survived the most dangerous curse known to wizard kind, the Killing Curse.

Found by Reubeus Hagrid and sent to the Dursleys by Dumbledore, Harry Potter goes to a life of neglect and malnourishment, and just plain hatred.

His 5 years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the best magic school in Britain (or maybe the only magic school in Britain), hadn't been a walk in the park either. First in his first year with the Philosophers Stone, Quirrell, Dragons and 3 headed dogs. Next in his second year with the Chamber of Secrets, Voices, Basilisks, Lockhary and Slugs. 3rd year was relatively quiet, unless you count an escaped murderous convict, dementors, prophecies and batty Divination teachers quiet. Fourth year with the Triwizard Tournament, Dragons, Mermaids, Voldemort and Blast Ended Skrewts. And finally Fifth Year, which was in Harry's opinion the worst so far; Visions, the Order, Psychotic Inquisitors, Study groups/Student Armies and bloody prophecies again.

'I really just can't seem to get a break can I?' Harry thought.

This is how we get to this point.

'I'm getting out of this place if it kills me' thought Harry determinedly. "I'm going to take back control of my life from Dumbledork, the Order, the Ministry, Voldemort and his Death Munchers"

Harry put the last of his worldly possessions away in his multi compartment trunk he purchased in Diagon Alley earlier in the summer and took one last look around his room to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, his Firebolt had been sent to the house by Professor McGonagall after being retrieved from the psychotic Inquisitor's office where it had been chained up ever since Dolores Umbridge had decided that he was too dangerous to play Quidditch. After that he walked out of his room and down the stairs. On his way to the kitchen he saw something familiar in the corner of his eye. His cupboard. His bedroom for the first 10 years of his life. His sanctuary from the Dursley's hate. He remembered clear as day sitting alone in the pitch black of the long nights (see what I did there) just thinking. Slowly he creaked open the door and looked inside. It wasn't the same as it had been when it was Harry's room, but you could still see the faint markings of where he had inscribed 'Harry's room' when he was younger. This would be the last time he would see this room. The last time he would be in this house. The last time he would see his horrid "relatives."

And so he closed the door and continued on his way to the kitchen. Inside was his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Cousin Dudley. Dudley had been bearable over the course of the summer, although that may be because Harry had been the one to save his soul the summer before, but Harry wasn't complaining. His Aunt and Uncle had been the same mostly but a bit better due to the Order's warning.

'I guess they aren't completely useless' Harry thought. Then he amended it to being that only Tonks, Remus, Moody and Mr Weasley being the ones that aren't completely useless.

"Uncle, Aunt, Dudley" Harry began.

"What?" sniffed Aunt Petunia with her nose high. Vernon just grunted.

"Hey Harry" said Dudley.

"This will probably be the last time we see each other" "Thank God'' Harry added silently.

His Aunt and Uncle's face lit up. The pure looks of glee on their faces was sickening.

"Well boy, that is probably the best thing I have ever heard you say!" his Uncle said while his Aunt nodded her agreement. Dudley looked oddly sad.

"Well then freak, when are you leaving?"

"Now. Goodbye" Harry said simply.

Having said that and wanting one more chance to scare the Dursleys he apperated (another new skill he'd picked up in his summer activities) with a very loud crack.

That would be the last time Harry Potter would see Number 4 Privet Drive.

AN: Sorry this is rather boring and cliché but I'm afraid it really wouldn't fit if you didn't have a sort of background to the story. I know you brilliant Potterheads know it all already but I promise it will get more interesting and AU-ish from now on.