Death's Champion

The Story of What Happened pt1

Chapter 1: The Story of What Happened pt1

Eighteen-year-old Harry James Potter sat patiently in front of his simmering potion, waiting to add the next batch of ingredients. As his eyes continued to look down upon the mixture in the black cauldron in front of him, his mind began to wander, and he thought about his past.

Unlike most children, Harry only knew peace for a short period of time. After the death of his loving parents, Albus too-many-fucking-names Dumbledore destroyed the last chance of him ever having a normal childhood, by placing him with his magic-hating aunt, uncle, and cousin.

The next ten years of Harry's life were not spent living, but trying to survive. His new family's hate for him was so great, Dursley's treatment towards him would most likely make a Malfoy house-elf envious of their own situation.

From the time he was five, Harry was expected to cook for the family, clean up after their messes, help with the gardening, and pretty much do all the work his lazy aunt should have been doing in his stead. In return for his prodigious efforts as the

family's pseudo-slave, he was lucky to be given a cupboard under the stairs to sleep in, and the scraps of his fat family's meal to quench his ever-present hunger.

After years of suffering through physical and mental abuse, of being called a freak and a waste of oxygen, Harry looked forward to leaving the confines of his "prison" and going to school. While not as brilliant as his future betrayer Hermione, Harry was far from being considered stupid and he was easily the brightest child in his own school.

When he brought home his first report card and proudly presented it to his uncle, he silently prayed his relatives would see that he wasn't a failure, and hoped they would finally give him the love and attention he so craved. His dreams were shattered once his uncle Vernon's face turned purple with rage, and he was accused of being a no-good cheat for beating his precious Duddikins' scores. The beating that followed the yelling was easily one of the worst he ever suffered at the hands of his overweight guardian. To this day his back bore the scars he received from his uncle's belt.

Once his beating was complete, he was tossed back into his tiny room, and he silently cried through the pain of two broken ribs, a dislocated left shoulder, and a back that was torn apart by the merciless strokes of his uncle's belt. If he could trace back the moment, he stopped considering the Dursleys family and yearning for their attention, Harry knew it would be that day.

With his intentions regarding his relatives firmly implanted in his young mind, Harry continued with his journey to survive the living hell he was forced to be in. Over the next six years, he tried to stay out of any trouble. He worked when he was told to, avoided his cousin and his gang whenever possible, and most of all, he continued to learn in secret. While he made sure to always keep his scores barely above passing, Harry absorbed the knowledge he was given like a sponge.

To avoid being caught in his cousin's favourite game, Harry hunting, the young boy spent all his time locked away in the school library. Over time he became a favourite of the old woman that ruled over the library and often sought her help to understand the material that was supposed to be years ahead of him. His desire to learn was so extensive, on the few days where his chores were limited and done quickly, he would often make his way to the public library near his house and continue with his self-education.

By the time his eleventh birthday came around, Harry was secretly several terms into his secondary school studies. He knew his escape from the hell he was in could only occur once he was of legal age, and so he did everything he could think of to make sure his future would be better than his past or present.