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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,569
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I own no one from Harry Potter nither characters or settings. No money is being made
trial i'm still figuring this out
this chapters not finished guys i just ran out of time
Disclaimer: I own nothing I make no money of this.
This is my first fic please be nice I am writing between jobs and pretending to have a live…
This chapters pretty safe and is no complete
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I glanced at the worn and cracked watch “Three, two, one; Happy birthday Harry…” Bitter laughter overcame my slim form just as the weak baritone noise erupted from my mouth it turn to another rack of coughs. The blood pooled in my mouth spitting blood out onto the cement floor and I unceremoniously pass out.
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How about some explanation my name is Harry James Potter, I have been dubbed “the boy who lived, or the boy who wouldn’t die.” and I am a wizard, I attend a magical school called Hogwarts. During this time I made friends and some enemy’s. You may be wondering why I am passes out on my birthday and we’ll get to that soon enough but first a brief history of Harry Potter. My parents were James and Lily Potter; they died protecting me from Voldemort an evil wizard set out to kill me, I killed part of him when I was a baby, his soul was brought back two years ago. Sirius Black was my god-father but he got wrongly imprisoned for most of my live, and Remus Lupin who was kept hidden from me because he was a werewolf. So I got left with Dursley’s; Vernon, Petunia and Dudley. This would have been all fine if it wasn’t for the fact that Vernon hated anything that wasn’t normal, and unlucky for me I am particularly abnormal. I’m short at 5’6 with bright green eyes and a large lightning bolt shaped scar on my forehead and of coarse a wizard. My Uncle Vernon had tried so hard to beat the magic out of me when I was young, after all it had worked on Petunia, so why not me? For 10 years Vernon had pitted Dudley and me against each other, and gave me so many cores that I couldn’t think about it all in an attempt to punish my magic out of me. When I turned 11 I got my Hogwarts letter from Rubeus Hagrid and went off to boarding school for six years. I would come home in the summer every summer, witch bring us me on my sixteenth birthday going into my seventh year at Hogwarts.
~~~~The day before~~~~
I needed to talk to Aunt Petunia since it was my 16th birthday tomorrow the Wards would come down and they would be free to be attacked. I’m not just Harry; I am Harry James Potter The-boy-who-wouldn’t-die and I have been chosen to kill an evil dictator. Coming down the stairs I found her in the kitchen cooking for her duddykins “Aunt Petunia, I need to talk to you please” I asked trying to stay respectful. “What do YOU want?” She asked off me “I don’t think you want me to say in font of Dudley.” I said, once again trying to stay respectful. “Your right, you don’t think you ungrateful little maggot. Now speak I’m busy” I took a deep breathe “As you know aunt Petunia I turn 16 tomorrow and that means the wards will be coming down and you will be no longer protected from Voldemort” “Dudley leave now!” Petunia whispered her face pale and shallow.
She collapsed into the nearside chair.
Disclaimer: I own nothing I make no money of this.
This is my first fic please be nice I am writing between jobs and pretending to have a live…
This chapters pretty safe and is no complete
~-~-~-~-~-~
I glanced at the worn and cracked watch “Three, two, one; Happy birthday Harry…” Bitter laughter overcame my slim form just as the weak baritone noise erupted from my mouth it turn to another rack of coughs. The blood pooled in my mouth spitting blood out onto the cement floor and I unceremoniously pass out.
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How about some explanation my name is Harry James Potter, I have been dubbed “the boy who lived, or the boy who wouldn’t die.” and I am a wizard, I attend a magical school called Hogwarts. During this time I made friends and some enemy’s. You may be wondering why I am passes out on my birthday and we’ll get to that soon enough but first a brief history of Harry Potter. My parents were James and Lily Potter; they died protecting me from Voldemort an evil wizard set out to kill me, I killed part of him when I was a baby, his soul was brought back two years ago. Sirius Black was my god-father but he got wrongly imprisoned for most of my live, and Remus Lupin who was kept hidden from me because he was a werewolf. So I got left with Dursley’s; Vernon, Petunia and Dudley. This would have been all fine if it wasn’t for the fact that Vernon hated anything that wasn’t normal, and unlucky for me I am particularly abnormal. I’m short at 5’6 with bright green eyes and a large lightning bolt shaped scar on my forehead and of coarse a wizard. My Uncle Vernon had tried so hard to beat the magic out of me when I was young, after all it had worked on Petunia, so why not me? For 10 years Vernon had pitted Dudley and me against each other, and gave me so many cores that I couldn’t think about it all in an attempt to punish my magic out of me. When I turned 11 I got my Hogwarts letter from Rubeus Hagrid and went off to boarding school for six years. I would come home in the summer every summer, witch bring us me on my sixteenth birthday going into my seventh year at Hogwarts.
~~~~The day before~~~~
I needed to talk to Aunt Petunia since it was my 16th birthday tomorrow the Wards would come down and they would be free to be attacked. I’m not just Harry; I am Harry James Potter The-boy-who-wouldn’t-die and I have been chosen to kill an evil dictator. Coming down the stairs I found her in the kitchen cooking for her duddykins “Aunt Petunia, I need to talk to you please” I asked trying to stay respectful. “What do YOU want?” She asked off me “I don’t think you want me to say in font of Dudley.” I said, once again trying to stay respectful. “Your right, you don’t think you ungrateful little maggot. Now speak I’m busy” I took a deep breathe “As you know aunt Petunia I turn 16 tomorrow and that means the wards will be coming down and you will be no longer protected from Voldemort” “Dudley leave now!” Petunia whispered her face pale and shallow.
She collapsed into the nearside chair.