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A/N: I thank you all for your reviews! I feel so loved! Now to Randomasrainbows, when someone is afraid, hurt, and not only wanting, but needing to get away, adrenaline makes to where you don't feel the pain, making it easier to get away. I am speaking from experience. Just so you understand where I'm coming from. Anyway, I know everyone is waiting for this next chapter, so I will continue to write.
Harry took a deep breath before starting. "First thing you should know is that I'm a wizard." He looked to see Kurt give him a calculating look. "I would show you, but then they would take find me and take me back. I'll show you after we go to Gringotts." If Kurt noticed that Harry assumed that he was going with him, he didn't show it. "There is a powerful wizard by the name of Voldemort, who believes that all nonmagical folk, or as we call them, muggles should be killed. He is thought to be cruel and evil. When I was about a year old there was supposedly a prophecy created about me being able to kill him or something. So he came after my parents and I. He killed my parents and tried to kill me but the spell rebounded and destroyed his body, but apparently not his soul. He ran off to hide for the next 10 years and I was sent to my aunt and uncles home.I then lived for the next 10 years in a cupboard under the stairs, being used as a slave and beaten senseless everyday of my life. Then jut before I turned 11 I got my letter to Hogwarts, which was the school that I learned magic at. It was taken. The letters kept coming until my uncle went insane and decided to try and run away. We ended up in a shack that wanted to cave in on us, on an island that was off shore, in the middle of a storm. My aunt and uncle got the bed in another room, and cousin got the couch with the extra blankets while I got the freezing ground covered with dust, with nothing but a thin sheet. This was by the way the night before my 11th birthday. I couldn't sleep and was up when it turned midnight on my cousins watch, when there was a loud bang on the door. My uncle and aunt came out of the bedroom, my uncle holding a rifle, just as the door was taken off its hinges. A giant man stepped through the door, named Hagrid. Turns out he is a half giant. But anyway, my darling uncle was stupid enough to threaten Hagrid, who was able to bend the end of his gun. I was so surprised to get a birthday cake from a man didn't even know, when own supposed family never cared. He told me I was a wizard. Which I had a hard time believing, since I had always been referred to as a freak or told I was worthless. In my mind, I was thinking how could someone like me have something like magic. He gave my cousin a pigs tail when he was stealing my cake, then took me to Diagon Alley to get my school things. While I was there I went to Gringotts and found out my parents had left me money. Probably a lot more money than even I know, with Dumbledore trying to control me. But I'm getting ahead there. I got all of my school things, including a wand that was the brother wand of Voldemort's. Said wand was snapped and burned by my uncle at the beginning of the summer. Then Hagrid got me Hedwig a snow owl, who thankfully I left with my adopted brothers, so she is safe. Hagrid then took me to the Kings Cross station and told me to go to platform 9 and 3/4. I luckily saw and got directions onto the platform. I didn't realize this was a ploy to get me as a friend for her youngest son and a husband for her youngest daughter so they could have my money when I was killed off. The two oldest Weasleys and the twins are the only people I've been able to trust. My brothers. During that year I met one of my godfathers, though I'm guessing he didn't know because he hated me. One of my teachers had Voldemort somehow infused to the back of his head and was after a stone that would help bring him back. I did as Dumbledore planned and stopped him, almost dying. Then every year since I've gone through some sort of trial that I almost died from. Including fighting a basilisk, almost getting my soul ripped out by creatures that take away all the happiness from the world, then having to fight against a dragon, merpeople and God knows what in a tournament. Then my blood was used to bring Voldemort back, he tortured me and almost killed me before I got away. Then finally just this last year I found out there is a connection between our minds. He used that connection against me to get the prophecy, but I broke the orb it was held in. While we where in the Ministry where he had lured me to, my other godfather, the one who doesn't hate me, was killed by his cousin. Then Dumbledore and Voldemort fueled and Voldemort invaded my mind. As he sifted through my memories, he found some memories that had been wiped from my memory that had to do with my 'friends' talking about killing me and such. He also saw the abuse. He told me to stay out of the war and that he would leave me alone. He was after Dumbledore, not me. Then Dumbledore tried to tell me I had to destroy Voldemort and blah blah blah. Even though I'm just a student. It's not possible for me to take down a wizard who in his 70s. Then finally I went back to my relatives home and almost got beaten to death, then came here." He finally looked over at Kurt. Said person was glaring at the opposite wall, faintly growling. Harry placed his hand on Kurt's, which was resting on the pew, and yellow eyes looked into green.
"How could zay do zat to you? Say zay are your friends and zen try to get you killed and get what belongs to you. Or leave you in a house zat za people inside have tried to kill you on a daily basis! It is unbelievable!"He said, jumping up and pacing back and forth. The sight made Harry's breath catch in his throat. He was even more beautiful when angry. But what got him most was that such a beautiful creature could be angry on his behalf. He was just a broken boy who was forced to grow up too fast. That was unbelievable.
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