Harry Potter was a very well-mannered child; at least, that is what all his teachers told him. He wanted to make his teachers proud of him, even though he knew it was not the same as love, it it was the closest he was likely to ever receive. His marks were wonderful, almost perfect, and they were hard earned. He spent all his free time studying for his classes or reading. He read through all his textbooks multiple times and planned to read through them again. His aunt would allow him to visit the library two times every month, and he always borrowed as many books as he was allowed.

He had taught himself how to read at a very young age. His cousin Dudley spent most of his time watching the television or playing video games on his computer, but Harry quickly discovered his preference for a good book.

His relatives neither encouraged nor discouraged his scholarly pursuits. Like with most aspects of his life, they did not care.

Harry still remembered the time when he brought home his first ever test. He had seen Dudley bring home a test the day before- he had barely passed, and his Aunt Petunia stuck it on the refrigerator, smiling proudly. Harry had gotten a perfect score, and could not wait to show his Aunt. He was sure she would be proud and hoped that she would love him for it, but she had ignored him.

He still yearned for the Dursleys' love, but had come to accept the indifference. At least they did not hate him. They gave him a bedroom and he shared meals with them. Unlike most children his age he was not required to do chores, so he had even more time to dedicate to his studies.

His cousin Dudley was civil to him when they were home, because his parents forced him to be. At school, however, Dudley did his best to prevent Harry from having any friends. He and his gang threatened away anyone who tried to befriend Harry.

The worst part, he supposed, was that he loved his family regardless of how they treated him. While his aunt and uncle were uncaring and his cousin cruel, they still gave him a place to live after his parents were killed. He hated being so alone.


Daphne Greengrass hated her parents, but she had not always. She spent several years trying to convince them to love her like she loved them, but they were too busy to either notice or care. It took a number of years, but she eventually stopped wasting her love on them, and slowly began to resent them. That resentment festered, and eventually developed into hatred.

She didn't hate her entire family. Her grandmother, Adeline, was her favorite person in the world. They loved each other unconditionally. Adeline was extremely disappointed in her daughter, Emelia, who had allowed gold and the pursuit of it to become more important than family. Adeline took it upon herself to raise her granddaughter to be a respectable woman.

Her parents taught her independence, but Daphne learned nearly else everything she knew from her grandmother. Adeline taught her that she needed to be strong, both internally and externally. She taught her that the ends always justify the means. She taught her magic.

Adeline gave Daphne her old Hogwarts textbooks to learn magical theory through the week. On Saturdays and Sundays, Adeline loaned her granddaughter her wand and let her practice spells.

Daphne also loved her sister, Astoria. She had done her best to take care of Astoria, and always taught her the lessons Adeline taught her.

Daphne was a pureblood, and her parents were both very proud of their status. Adeline, however, told her that blood was unimportant, and her grandmother was always right.


"Hey Potter, Mum and Dad left to eat dinner with one of Dad's clients," Dudley called as he ran up the stairs. He barged into his cousin's room and saw Harry reading from his science book. "Why are you reading on a Saturday?" Harry, too engrossed in his reading, did not even notice Dudley. Angry at being ignored, Dudley ripped the book out of Harry's hands, tearing out a page in the process.

"I'll teach you to listen to me, Potter." Dudley drew back his fist to punch him, while Harry raised his hands to defend himself and closed his eyes. He opened them when he heard a crash and saw his cousin on his back beneath the bookshelf he had knocked over when he slammed into it.


Harry spent the next few months researching what had happened to his cousin, and was completely baffled. He scoured the library for material to explain the situation, and found it should not have been possible.

Stranger still was that this was not the first time something unexplainable happened around Harry. He recalled the time he was running from Dudley and ended up on the roof of the school. It seemed almost like magic.

Today was his cousin's birthday, and the rest of his family had gone to the zoo to celebrate. Harry wandered downstairs to find something for breakfast and noticed that the post had not yet been collected, so he did it himself. He sifted through the envelopes until one caught his eye- the return address was: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry considered the implications. Witchcraft and Wizardry. Was that anything like magic? He decided to ask his Aunt Petunia about it when she returned from the zoo.

The rest of the day seemed to pass at an agonizingly slow pace for Harry. By the time his relatives arrived, he was beginning to get impatient. As soon as she walked through the door, he asked, "Aunt Petunia, what's Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

He finally knew why strange things always happened around him; he was a wizard. Apparently, the envelope he found contained the monthly payment his relatives received to raise him. His Aunt Petunia had been very reluctant to give him any details, but he had coaxed them out of her. He was most disturbed by what had happened to his parents. He now knew they had been murdered by a dark wizard named Voldemort. A dark wizard had killed the only people who ever loved him, and Harry decided that he would avenge them.

When he turned eleven, he would attend Hogwarts, a school for magic. He had always been the best at school, and quickly decided that he would maintain that reputation at Hogwarts. He would be the most powerful wizard in the world.

He sat on his bed analyzing his situation. Exactly how did one practice magic?


Daphne had never felt as alone as she did when her beloved grandmother left her alone with her parents. She stood, unmoving, in front of her grandmother's casket as silent tears tracked down her cheeks. Around her neck hung her grandmother's favorite pendant, which she had given her shortly before her death.

She promised herself that she would become completely independent. She would never again allow herself to need another person, as it hurt too badly to lose them. It was then she decided to mask her emotions to prevent others from trying to get close to her. She could not allow herself to be harmed like this again.


Harry had spent weeks trying to access his magic. It was within him, so it had to be something he could use consciously. For countless hours, he was consumed by a magical introspection. He saw a dazzling glow within him and felt the need to reach it. He grasped for it time and time again, getting closer with each attempt.

He, of course, maintained his impeccable marks at school. He could not allow one of the other students to surpass him. His teachers still praised his work, but he found himself caring less about the mundane world than he did about the magical one.

One quiet afternoon, when the Dursleys were out of the house, Harry finally reached his magic. He suddenly felt much lighter- like he could accomplish anything. He raised his hand and focused his attention on a book on the other side of the room. The book shot out of the shelf and into Harry's hand. "So that's magic."


Harry had finally received his letter and was satisfied to learn he would be attending Hogwarts in the fall. He never had any doubt, but was pleased that it was official. He felt like he had been practicing magic all his life, though he had only been using it intentionally for a little over a year. He was able to bring things to him and send them flying away. He could even lock and unlock doors.

On his eleventh birthday, he was awakened by what sounded like the front door being knocked off the hinges. He sprinted downstairs and spotted the largest person he had ever seen being let into the house by his uncle.

"'Arry?"

Harry spent the next half hour getting introduced to Rubeus Hagrid, the groundskeeper at Hogwarts. Hagrid told him stories about his parents and the trouble James caused while he was in school. He was surprised, but relieved, that the Dursleys had even told Harry about magic. He did learn one new thing; he was famous for defeating Voldemort after he killed James and Lily.

Eventually, Harry and Hagrid made their way to London to purchase supplies. They entered a place called Diagon Alley through a pub and, sure enough, the patrons all seemed to worship him. Harry was not sure he felt about his fame. He had always wanted to be adored for his achievements, but he did not believe he had earned all this attention.

The pair visited the wizarding bank, Gringotts, and Harry was surprised at the wealth his parents had left him. He took out a sizeable bag of gold to purchase everything for school. Hagrid went lower below the ground and visited another vault. He removed a small package, the only thing in the vault, and refused to tell Harry what he had taken. Harry decided that he would investigate what Hagrid had removed later.

Harry made his way to a clothing store that specialized in robes. The owner of the shop was already helping another customer, a girl of the same age as Harry. Harry observed the girl. Her eyes were the bluest Harry had ever seen. Since he had taken control of his magic, he could usually tell what people were thinking, but the girl was an enigma. Her emotions were firmly under control, but she seemed to be depressed. There was an undeniable pain in her cobalt eyes.

"Will this be your first year at Hogwarts as well?" he asked her.

She gazed at him for a second, as if considering whether she should respond to his question before answering curtly, "Yes."

"How much magic can you do?"

"Enough."

Harry tried to initiate conversation with the girl until the shop owner ushered her out and began working with him. Her answers were always brief, suggesting that she had no desire to converse with Harry, but he was intrigued by her. He decided that he would learn more about her once he reached Hogwarts.

The rest of the day was uneventful, at least, as uneventful as a day in the wizarding world could be. He purchased his books and potions supplies and Hagrid bought him a pet owl, who he named Hedwig.

It was getting late, and Harry needed only one more thing. His wand. The old man who ran the wand store was the most eccentric man Harry had ever met, and he seemed quite pleased to finally meet Harry. He experimented with what felt like hundreds of wands before the old man pulled a dust covered out of the back room. As soon as he touched it, Harry knew he had found his wand, or according to the shop owner, his wand had found him. More bizarre was that his wand was a brother to Voldemort's. He was ecstatic to have such a powerful wand.

Hagrid brought him back to Privet Drive where he would have to stay for the next month until he could finally leave for Hogwarts. Time seemed to slow down as Harry's anticipation became palpable.

The day finally arrived. Uncle Vernon drove him to King's Cross Station, and instructed him to find someone to tell him how to get to Platform 9 ¾. Harry pushed his trolley in front of him as he approached Platform 10. He was surprised to see the girl from the robe store in front of him, though she never noticed his presence. He noticed that she was also alone. He began following her until he saw her run through the barrier between the two platforms.

He briefly considered his options, before deciding to follow her through the barrier. He began moving at a brisk pace and disappeared through the wall.