Ok, this is my first attempt at writing HP Fanfiction and my second attempt at fanfiction period. Usually I just stick to reading. Any who I am going to put up a few polls for this so if you read the fic, please check-out the poll. This will be SLASH so if you don't like two men together then get out. No flames please, I will only ignore them or report them depending on how bad it is.
Blanket Story Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or anything recognizable as belonging to J.K. Rowling. I do not make a profit off this.
Harry Potter never lived the charmed life. It was at its worst in his early years. It changed, though, if only slightly, when he was four years old. At the time, Harry was short for his age, and by the time Harry was four he had scars all over his body from his relatives' special brand of 'tender loving care' for their only nephew.
These ranged from burns: 'Please, no I didn't mean to burn breakfast, I fell off the stool!'
To broken bones: 'no Ripper (Marge's dog) stop that hurts AHHH!'
And lacerations: 'It's the studded belt and rose switch for you BOY!'
All of this coming to a head when Harry was getting ready to start his first year of primary school when he was four, as required by law of all children that are old enough. The Dursley's weren't about to so obviously break the law. It would be NOT normal, and that was what they strived for.
It was the week before school was to start and Petunia was out buying her sweet Dudders his brand new school supplies and reluctantly the freaks second hand (in as bad a condition as she could manage) supplies. Harry was at number 4 with only Vernon his, task master, there with him. Vernon, watching Harry closely as he dusted Petunia's prized faberge egg collection, got a glimpse of Harry's forehead and couldn't look away! The scar was so unnatural! And Vernon's eyes just couldn't leave it alone! 'The freak will be leaving the house to go to school soon with that unnatural scar on his head in plain sight of good normal people! Well, not if I have anything to say about it!' thought Vernon. So making up his mind Vernon left the room for a moment then came back.
"BOY! Get over here!" Vernon called in his usual obscene volume. Harry obediently stopped dusting and went over to his uncle. When he stopped in front of Vernon he looked down, and therefore missed the malicious gleam in Vernon's eyes. Vernon's hand shot out and grabbed the matted hair at the back of Harry's head (they didn't let him use a brush) and yanked his head back making him wince, but the boy didn't cry out, he was used to such treatment by this point. Then Vernon brought out the fishing knifei he had gone to fetch. Seeing the knife Harry knew nothing good could come of it and tried to flinch back, but Vernon had to good a grip on the back of his head and he succeeded only in knocking off his too big glasses.
"Now then, let's make you more presentable for the rest of the good normal people around" Vernon said with a twisted nasty smile. He brought the knife to the trembling boys hair line right over the tip of his 'unnatural' scar and pushed the knife until the tip touched his bone, ensuring that the scar would forever be there no matter what. He started to drag the knife down as Harry screamed in pain and horror. Vernon dragged the knife down the middle of the scar splitting it open so that when the stitches where put in it would obscure what the original scarii looked like. Vernon was about finished when Dudley, who heard the screaming from outside, threw open the front door eager to see his cousin in such pain. Vernon, having not expected the sound jerked around to see who it was, dragging the still carving knife with him. The knife finished going through the rest of the scar, through his eyebrow, barely scrapping over his (mercifully) closed eyelid, then digging back into the flesh of the cheek directly under his eye and dragging down to the underside of his jaw where the knife came out as he whipped around. The momentum flung Harry to the floor where he put his hands over his profusely bleeding face as he screamed and screamed, the blood spilling over his hands onto the carpeted floor of the living room.
Vernon seeing it was only Dudley turned back around. Seeing the extra blood Vernon smirked and kicked Harry in the side, "You shut that screaming up and go get in the car it's time for your stitches!" Vernon said cheerily as he grabbed the pledge furniture polish drenched rag and handed it to Harry, "and you better put this on your face, I don't want any blood in my car!"
Knowing it would only get worse if he disobeyed, Harry managed to calm his screaming so he was only sobbing, giving a short scream when he pressed the chemical soaked rag to his face, then hurrying out to the car. Vernon cleaned his knife and put it back into his tackle box then took the boy's rose punishment switch. He cut off a section with a particularly large thorn and got the boys fresh blood on it, then put it in a plastic bag and made his way out to the car. Once in the car he headed for the closest hospital and said, "you are to tell them that you slipped in your aunts garden and got caught on a rose thorn. Any funny business and you will be beaten every day until school starts with both the rose switch AND the studded belt. Do you hear me BOY!?"
"Yes uncle Vernon!" Harry whimpered, still sobbing quietly.
"Well, we have given him some stitches for his forehead and down his cheek, his eyelid will have a scar on it along with the rest of his face, but his eye itself is fine, there was no extra damage. We made it as straight as possible but the edges are still jagged and it looks like it might affect his facial features. He will have the scar for the rest of his life, even with the help of cosmetic surgery, should he decide on that later in life, it will only lessen how jagged it is. I am sorry we couldn't do more."
Vernon affected a sad face, "thank you for trying doctor." Inside he was howling with glee 'take that freak!'
"He is required to come in for a checkup to see if it is infected every week for the duration of its healing. Normally we wouldn't be so careful, but because he is so young and the wound is so large and in such a bad place, we just want to be sure. Now, we need you to make sure it is cleaned very carefully every night with hydrogen peroxide or Alcohol. He also needs to be careful not to move his mouth too much, try and only feed him things like broth or soups so he isn't chewing. Try and keep him from crying as well, the tears will irritate the stitches and might cause an infection. We would like to keep him for the night, but in the morning he is free to go home." The doctor finished. Vernon still using the 'sad face' nodded his head in 'understanding' and turned to say 'goodnight' to his nephew.
"I'll be back for you in the morning freak." Was all he said before he left smiling at the image of his nephew laying in the hospital bed with half his face bandaged. What he didn't realize was that this even would change EVERYTHING.
-Harry's magic P.O.V.-
Harry's magic had decided enough was enough. It decided to change and adapt its charges' body so that something like this would never happen again. It's host had almost died and that just wouldn't do. So it set to work. The first change would be nutrient wise. Magic changed Harry's body so it didn't have to rely on the sparse bits of food he got. While his body would still use the energy of food, it's primary source for now would be the left over energy from the killing curse and the piece of Tom Riddle that had been lodged in the boy (so his body is eating the Horcux, there will only be three of these: the scar, the diary, and nagini (not including the one in qurellmort). If those ever ran out he would be able to draw the natural energy from the earth around him also known as ambient magic.
Magic (that is what it will be called for now), deciding that Harry's malnutrition stunted frame just wouldn't do and set about making it right. Seeing as Harry wouldn't be actively using magic for a while Magic deemed it safe to use itself to speed along the healing for the malnutrition.
-Time Skip-Next Morning-Normal P.O.V.-
As soon as the hospital was open to visitors Vernon was checking Harry out and hustling him into the car. Once back at the house Vernon had Harry clean the carpet where he dribbled blood, then had Harry sit in the corner at the foot of the stairs. Harry sat there all day, only thankful that Dudley had been told that he was under no circumstance or way to touch or bother Harry. When night fell Vernon told him to go wash his stitches with Alcohol and cover it up with new bandages. When Harry was finished he was told to sleep in the corner he sat in all day (the cupboard was too dusty to risk) and not to move from that spot. It was the best night of sleep he ever had in the Dursley household.
This repeated for the week, he got his check up and was told to come back again as per instructed, in that week he had gown an inch. Another week went by and the only difference was he went to school, everyone stared, then went back to number 4 and repeated. He grew another inch that week. By the end of the month he had grown 4 inches and was now the same height as most kids his age, the bandage on his face was allowed to come off but the stitches stayed in for now. Other than that it was the same.
Another week and the stitches in his forehead where allowed to come out. The was no lightning bolt anymore, though there were tiny hints of it if you knew what to look for. Otherwise it looked like scars from the stitches and the larger scar itself. Harry was now an inch taller than Dudley, but it wasn't too noticeable. Harry was also made to start cleaning the house again, he would often get tired sooner than he used to, but he put it out of his mind thinking it was only because he hadn't been doing anything for a while. Life for Harry Potter went on.
Another two weeks, another two inches, and all the stitches were taken out. Harry was now three inches taller than Dudley (about the height of a 5 year old) though still not noticeable from an adults P.O.V. Harry, now used to the constant drain of energy, was able to get back to his usual pace of cleaning and cooking (which was slowly getting easier with the added height). With the stitches now out he could tell the damage that was done to his facial feature without the extra pull of the stitches. Though the knife had missed his mouth entirely it cut the muscles in such a way and healed in such a way that Harry would always have a slight frown at the best of times and a permanent scowl at the worst leaving him looking to be in a permanent fowl temper. Though he could smile, it was lopsided and sometimes looked more like a smirk then a smile.
As a result the other children where often afraid of him so he spent all his school free time alone. Sometimes in the library reading various subjects. Such as school related topics and home making manuals for his house work at number 4. To fiction books, do it yourself books, and self-taught martial arts. Harry was a smart kid and would be classified as a genius if he would sit and read longer. He didn't like to sit still for too long though as a by-product of living with the Dursley's. So he would also spend his time in the areas none of the other kids went. There he ran or did other exercises like yoga and Pilates (for flexibility and strength with the added benefit of meditation and stress relief) or general things like sit ups or pushups. Thankfully the Dursley's didn't care about grades though. Otherwise, he might be in a bit of pain…
With Harry's exercising helping the healing of the malnutrition Magic was able to split its attention between Harry's height (not really realizing or caring if it was speeding it up now instead of just fixing it) and other things it wanted to do (which incidentally would help make the extra height more unnoticeable). Such as making his skin tougher now that the stitches were completely out. So magic set about slowly (so slowly that Harry didn't notice the difference right away but faster than you think) making Harry's bones denser and stronger (which also made harry heavier meaning he built more muscle to be able to move) and his skin thicker and much harder to damage.
-normal-general over view/time skip-
As Harry got older he grew and got stronger, not only physically but emotionally and mentally too. Harry, after reading a basic psychology book, learned how to cope with what the Dursley where doing to him. He didn't let them know that they didn't affect him anymore, he just showed them the stoic side of him that he showed anyone else and they assumed he was broken. As far as his body, Harry's skin got to the point that the thorn whip didn't make him bleed (the Dursley's had decided knife and burn wounds where too risky now that he was in school), though he still bruised a little from it all. His bones were to the point that a cast iron frying pan delivered to the head via Vernon would only make him a little dizzy. Dudley couldn't even break his finger (hey he was fat not muscular! So it is kind of possible) no matter how hard he tried, thankfully. The only thing Dudley had managed was to break Harry's glasses, which the Dursley's refused to replace. In return magic decided to heal Harry's eyesight as well seeing as it was an unnecessary weakness, leaving only a small ring of silver around his pupil as evidence. So Dudley usually left him alone, and while Vernon still tried to hurt him and Petunia still tried to starve him, nothing really worked. He didn't bother to tell them that though.
By the time Harry was six he looked more like he was ten and had the maturity of a 10-12 year old. So when the Dursley's started making him get up at the crack of dawn to do chores then locked him out of the house after school Harry started to go the next neighborhood over, where no-one knew of his 'criminal' self, and did odd jobs for money. Things like mowing their yards with a manual lawnmower that he got with some money Harry snuck from Dudley, which helped build muscles as well. Harry used the earned money to go to town where he would go to the second hand store with army surpluses and get clothes that fit (by now they were too short in the leg but to big otherwise) and would last. Shirts were simple slightly faded black, white, or sand colored tees, wife beaters (for summer) and black under armor shirts with both long and short sleeves. For pants he would get some of the old slightly worn but thick black combat trousers and soldier trousers, a pair of shorts for when it was getting hot, as for shoes would get a pair of British Assault Boots and a pair of composite safety shoes (both of course visibly used or the Dursley's would never let him have them)iii. When the Dursley's asked he would say that the school or someone else would give them to him and make him wear them to make him more respectable to his betters or some such rot. That way they would think he didn't like them and therefore they enforce that he wear them. Clever really.
Harry at age eleven looked more like a 13 year old, and had the strength and maturity to match. So when a letter came for a place that sounded ridiculously farfetched he ignored it thinking it a prank. When the next few showed up he was starting to get angry. When the next hundred showed up he got concerned for his heath as Vernon turned purple from the avalanche of letters. Vernon burned them then acted like nothing happened after a small tantrum. Then the fateful Sunday. If he thought the last bought was an avalanche, he didn't know what to call what came next. The house was flooded with letters and Vernon burst a blood vessel. After a quick trip to the hospital to assure the Dursley's it wasn't life threatening (too bad it wasn't) they were uprooted to a shack in the middle of nowhere surrounded by water. Obviously someone (Vernon) was paranoid. Didn't stop what happened next from being any less shocking though…
From his spot on the dirt floor of the tiny two story shack, Harry heard a great pounding on the door over the pouring rain and booming thunder. The first hit made him jump. The second made him decide to hide, and hide he did. Harry rolled under the table and pressed his back to the wall thankful that he had worn his black combat trousers and an under armor shirt with his only jumper and black norgie (check iii) and his boots to combat the chill of the un-insulated hut.
The third knock brought the door down sending Dudley skittering into a corner behind the hearth he was too fat to hide in and bringing Petunia and Vernon down, toting his newly bought shotgun. The giant dark figure in the door stooped down and turned slightly to the side to fit his considerable mass in through the door, once in he bent, picked up the door, then pounded it back into place. For now.
Vernon cocked his gun and pointed it at the man, trying to be as threatening as possible and make it look like he wasn't ready to hide behind his anorexic wife. Which he was. The mysterious man, back-lighted by the lightning outside the hut looked around "Sorry 'bout that."
"I demand that you leave at once, Sir! You are breaking and entering!" Vernon shouted
"Dry up, Dursley, you great prune."
The man, calm as you please, walked over and bent the metal of the barrel straight up as the gun went off, blowing a whole in the floor above them and splitting the opening of the barrel making it even more useless. Then the man looked around the room, spotting Dudley he smile, "Mind, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry, but you're a bit more along than I would have expected. Particularly 'round the middle!"
"I-I-I'm not Harry." Dudley whimpered pathetically.
Harry decided now was as good a time as any to come out. He rolled out from under the table and stood up all in one smooth move. "You seem to know me but I have to say, I have no idea who you are." Harry said frown more pronounced now that he was actually frowning. Hagrid, not being able to see Harry all that well in the poorly lit shack just smiled, "ah, Got something for ya. 'Fraid I might have sat on it at some point! I imagine that it'll taste fine just the same. Ahh. Baked it myself. Words and all. Heh."
Harry took the proffered cake and looked at it. He smiled very slightly at the kind gesture then set the cake on the table behind him. "Thank you that is very kind. I am sorry to say I still don't know who you are though..." he trailed off.
Hagrid taking the hint sat down on the couch and lit the fire with the umbrella he was holding, "Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. Course, you'll know all about Hogwarts." He said casually as if it was an everyday occurrence. Harry just raised an eyebrow at the answer.
"I'm sorry but I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about."Harry said flatly.
"No? Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?" Hagrid asked incredulously, without looking Harry's way busy rummaging through his great coat.
"Learned what exactly?"
"You're a wizard, Harry." Hagrid said.
"…Sir. How can I be a wizard they are fictional…" Harry said back, eyebrow raised.
" You are a wizard. And a thumping good one at that, I'd wager. Once you train up a little. They aren't fiction." Hargid finished succinctly.
"So say I believe you. How is it that you can tell I am one, if I can't tell I am one?" Harry asked reasonably.
"Well, Just Harry, did you ever make anything happen? Anything you couldn't explain when you were angry or scared?" Hagrid asked. Harry thought a moment.
"Well, when I was about four my skin and bones got harder and thicker. Does that count?" Harry asked.
Hagrid finally looked up at Harry and about jumped out of his skin when he finally saw Harry's face.
"Merlin Harry what happened to your face!?" Hagrid lurched forward to get a better look, startled.
Harry's face went as blank as it was allowed. "I ran into a nasty Rose vine when I was four. You were about to say?"
"Auh, yes, um, yes that counts" Hagrid stuttered. Hagrid's shaking hand holds out the same letter that Harry thought was a hokes and the same letter that drove the Dursley's from their home. Harry opened the letter just to be sure that he was right. Yep he was. After a quick scan he looked up as his previously silent uncle came shuffling angrily forward.
"He'll not be going! We swore when we took him in we'd put an end to this rubbish!
"You knew? You knew all along and you never told me?" Harry asked in a dangerously calm voice and a strange glint in his eye.
"Of course we knew. How could you not be? My perfect sister being who she was. Oh, my mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful? I was the only one to see her for what she was. A freak! And then she met that Potter, and then she had you, and I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as ... abnormal. And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up! And we got landed with you." She spoke in her snotty step ford housewife tone all the while looking down her nose as if she was better.
"Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash!" Harry's anger was really starting to show through as he glared at his relatives.
"A car crash? A car crash kill James and Lily Potter?" Hagrid yelled in outrage.
"We had to tell him something." The bitch defended herself.
"It's an outrage! It's a scandal!" Hagrid continued to shout.
"He'll not be going!" Vernon hissed out between his crooked teeth.
"Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself's going to stop him, are you?" Hagrid said mockingly
" Muggle?" Harry raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar word.
"Non-magic folk." Hagrid explained absently, "This boy's had his name down ever since he was born! He's going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world, and he'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts' has ever seen: Albus Dumbledore." Hagrid finished passionately
"I will not pay for some crackpot old fool to teach him magic tricks!" Vernon yelled with finality
Hagrid whipped his umbrella around to face Vernon, waving it threateningly, "Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me." Hagrid growled out dangerously.
Hagrid catching sight of Dudley eating Harry's cake redirected the make shift wand and sent a spark of magic at Dudley's rear making a small pig's tail sprout from Dudley's rear. Dudley feeling the new appendage screamed in fright and started to clutch at his rump as he starts to run around his parent chasing after his screaming as well. Harry smirked at the sight of the escaped petting zoo running amuck in the shack.
"Oh, um, I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone at Hogwarts about that. Strictly speaking, I'm not allowed to do magic." Hagrid said, sheepishly scratching the side of his head.
Harry, still smirking at Dudley's misfortune, nods his head then says, "you have until tomorrow night to prove that this school" Harry said, waving the letter in his hand, "is real. If it is I'll go. If you are pulling my leg…. I will turn you over to the insane asylum." Harry joked. Having already decided that as weird as it was, it was indeed true. Hagrid seeing that he was kidding gave a booming laughter and clapped Harry gently on the back. "Let's get going then!" Hagrid said cheerfully. Harry grabbed the duffle bag with all of his belongings and followed Hagrid out of the dropped door.
-Time Skip-at the door to the Leaky Cauldron-
"Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?" The jovial barkeep asked.
"No thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business today. Just helping young Harry here buy his school supplies. " Hagrid announced proudly. Thanks to the large scar dominating his face and the fact that the lightning bolt no longer really existed everyone just briefly glanced up, caught sight of the scar and quickly looked away again leaving Harry non-the-wiser that they were wait for THE Harry Potter, had he known he would have smirked at their reaction.
"Hello, Professor." Hagrid said catching sight of a colleague ,"Harry, this is Professor Quirrell. He'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts."
"Nice to meet you." Harry said politely offering a hand to shake.
Quirrell avoided the hand as if afraid to catch germs, "F-fearfully fascinating subject. Heheh." He chuckled nervously.
"Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy. Heh." Hagrid said, ever the cheerful giant (or half-giant in this case).
Harry, with his eyebrow raised at the bizarre behavior, nodded following Hagrid as he said over his shoulder, "Good bye."
Once out back Hagrid mimed whipping his brow "Whew, dogged a bullet there we did."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked curiously.
"Your famous Harry! If they had known you where you we'd have been swamped with all of them wanting to shake your hand in thanks!" Hagrid said eagerly.
"Why am I famous?" Harry asked incredulously. "How would any of those people know who I am?"
" I'm not exactly sure I'm the right person to tell you that, Harry. But it has to do with your parent's" Hagrid said as he tapped the bricks then with a flourish said "Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley." as the bricks rearranged. Harry narrowed his eyes at the avoidance of answering the question but let it go for now.
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ii Imagine it looking more like the Sowilo here: www. themag /2 010/1 0/sam hain-w ish- itual. Html and more in the middle of his eyebrow then towards the gap between….
iii I am using www. Army surplus 365 .co. uk/ for a reference, so think of them as used and slightly faded but still in very good condition, that is what he wears.
As far as physical strength goes, as he is now he could get into a wrestling match with an eighth grade varsity wrestler and have a good chance of winning. Harry would have been going into sixth grade if he wasn't going to Hogwarts.
I am going with the theory that what happened when he was four was the straw that broke the camel's back. The time spent in recovery for his face was also spent healing emotionally and mentally from the abuse (the mind is powerful thing). They didn't talk to him at that time so he wouldn't cry. In result when he was at his most broken and defenseless, none of their previous claims where reinforced or built upon, giving him time to knit himself back together stronger, therefore he doesn't believe what they say is true. So there will be no 'I am a freak' moments. Harry has resigned himself to be being different and is embracing it.
I can't write Hagrid's accent myself (and in the shack scene there really isn't much to change) so the only time it will be written is when it is in Bold meaning that I took it froma site: tomfelt onandmore .tripod home /id9. Html which has the basic script down so most things in Bold aren't mine, or if they are (as in you don't recognize it from the movie) then it is just emphasis. Tell me what you think!