Chapter 1
Summary: This is going to be vastly different from the book. Ok so here it goes. Harry is abused at home and ignored at Hogwarts. Dumbledore had a idea for Harry's seventh year. Au, abuse, slash, m/m, cussing, Dumbledore bashing, other bashing.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
The rain fell in torrents from the dark black sky. Thunder boomed ominously from the heavens, lighting flashed down, to close for comforts. It was unusually bad weather for this particular neighborhood of privet drive.
It was ten at night and everybody was inside their warm house snuggled on their comfy beds, wrapped in hundreds of blankets. Well everybody except one Harry James Potter.
Harry was sitting inside of a small cupboard, curled up in a ball trying to gain a little warmth from that small action.
Harry is different from your average person in almost every way possible. He is very small for a sixteen year old, only at the tiny height of 5'1. He had stunning green eyes that would put any emerald to shame. His dark raven black hair reached mid-back and complimented his snow white skin perfectly. His lithe effeminate body was too small. He looked like someone four years younger, although his eyes told a completely different story.
Another thing that separates Harry from your average human is well; he's not all the way human. Harry is part wizard and something else. Harry has always tried to keep it hidden that he was so different; it became difficult when he turned eleven. He has been going to a school called Hogwarts, to learn magic, from that age, although his relatives don't approve, quite the opposite actually. The something else that he is, is a Kiano liat(1), or in other words part cat.
Harry's mother, Lily, came from a long line of Kiano Liat and Harry inherited it from her. He had a black tail and cute cat ears, although they were hidden behind a glamour charm (2). He can change into a small black kitten at will as well.
If you took a closer look at the small teen you would see a worrying sight. His clothes were at least five times larger than himself. He was skinnier than healthy, he was small enough to be labeled anorexic although he wasn't, he just wasn't allowed much food. His raven hair looked greasy, as if he hadn't had a actual shower in weeks.
Nobody could take a closer look though, for he was locked in the small cupboard, hidden away from society. His relatives despised magic and in despising magic despised him. He lived with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. His parents died when he was but one year old in a plane ride and he was the sole survivor.
He used to be hopeful, a happy bundle full of energy, that stopped when he went to Hogwarts and found no one cared. He arrived late and everybody already had friends and didn't even want to be his friend. He also found out he was a freak among the wizards! It was very rare to be a Kiano Liat. It was also very rare to speak to snakes, another gift he seemed to have inherited. Even without those he was different though. Harry could do the unheard of ability of wandless magic, he just had to think of what he wanted and boom it was so.
Scared of more rejection, he hid his abilities from the world.
The small boy slipped into a fretfull sleep a few hours later, only to be awakened not long afterward.
"Boy!" A horrible screeching voice reached his sensitive ears through the cupboard.
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry asked in a soft and melodic voice.
"Make me and the family some breakfast and then get on with your chores!" Petunia screeched, unlocking and opening the cupboard door. Harry blinked slowly, trying to get his eyes used to the light change.
When his eyes had adjusted he was met with the sight of Petunia Dursley. Petunia was a very homely woman. She was two skinny, almost as skinny as Harry. She had a long neck, perfect for when she would spy at the neighbors from over their fence. Her dull blue eyes were sunk into her saggy yellowish skin. Her blond hair hung limply from her squarish head.
"Well get on with it!" Petunia screeched impatiently.
The short teen nodded submissively and walked over to the stove to start the task of cooking. He cooked a dozen eggs, twenty pieces of bacon, fifteen pieces of toast, ten pancakes, and grabbed a carton of milk to top it off.
Most people would consider this meal a feast, as only three people were going to eat it, but the Dursleys were not most people. From above the kitchen Harry heard a series of loud booms and looked up to see his cousin and uncle coming down the stairs after smelling the feast on the table.
His cousin and uncle was very much alike. They were both about 5'10 and the both were very fat. That was an understatement actually, they really were the size of a baby whale. Vernon, Harry's uncle had a short pudgy neck and a small bushy mustache.
Harry, seeing that his slave drivers , as that is what he considers them to be, were content for now, left to do the rest of his many tedious chores.
He started with the outside chores so that he could get out of the drizzling rain. The chores on that list included:
Mowing the front and back lawn
Weeding the Garden
Cleaning the gutter
Repainting the garden shed
Harry started with cleaning the gutter; he hated it the most and just wanted to get it over with. The next thing he went to was repainting the garden shed. He had to paint it a white, yet again, because Petunia found a scratch in the paint and can't have anything less than 'perfect'.
That took him a little longer than the gutter because he had to add two coats. Harry eventually finished with those and got to mow the already short grass. Finishing that, he worked on weeding so he could go inside and work on the many chores that needed to be done inside.
Harry worked quietly and efficiently, having the practice of many long years. He finally finished and went inside to work on more of the impossibly long chore list.
He started with making lunch for Petunia and Dudley, he didn't have to make any for Vernon because he works at Grunning until six. He made two turkey and cheese sandwiches with a plate of chips and a liter of Pepsi. He made a small bowl of soup and crackers for his aunt.
After making sure that his Aunt and Cousin were occupied Harry started working on his inside chores. He had to finish his chores before his Uncle came home or there would be hell to pay later. He started with dusting everything, moving onto vacuuming, and any other chore his deranged aunt thought up.
Harry finished the horrendously long list of chores at five and had barely enough time to cook dinner for his relatives. He made a meal of lasagna, broccoli, potatoes, and bread rolls. He five to six and hurried into his cupboard, hoping to avoid punishment.
Dread filled Harry's being as the sound of his uncles car pulling into the drive way was heard. The front door was slammed open with a crashing boom, admitting his horrid uncle into the home. Vernon waddled into the kitchen to eat with his son and wife.
Harry sat in the dark wishing, hoping, that his Uncle would let him be for one night.
The small teen heard the family of three finish up the food and then heard them go up the stairs. He started to relax, thinking that he was good for one night when the booming sound of his uncle coming down the stairs brought him out of his relaxed daze.
Vernon started opening the cupboard door and after much difficulty he finally did. He stared into the eyes of his small nephew, which showed horror, and let a malicious smirk disfigure his features.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Stuff:
Kiano lit: Well if I used real words, wow. I just used these words to make up a species of magical creatures.
So how did you like it? I would like opinions so I could get better! This is only the first chapter of many. I'm hoping to update at least once every two weeks, if it doesn't happen I'm sorry though. I'm really sorry to the readers of my other story. I just haven't been in the mood for writing it and I'm writing a real book that I'm hoping to publish in a couple years so it's really hard to keep up with it all. Please review!
Oh yeah! I forgot disclaimer!
Disclaimer: None of the characters or settings is mine. I give full credit to J.K. Rowlings, the most awesome writer. I don't get paid for writing this so please don't sue!
Also my head has been floating in twilight for awile so if I put something from that in here (if I even have vampires) then I give that credit to stephenie meyer.