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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or One Piece. Harry Potter is owned by J.K.Rowling while One Piece is owned by Eiichiro Oda. This is a Fanfic so I own nothing (except a bit of the plot, probably) and am making no money off of this. Im just playing in their sandboxes, whenever interdimensional portals allow for such events to occur.
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Chapter 1. Darkness then Light
xX Oct.22nd 1989|4 Privet Drive Xx
The dark had been a part of his life for as long as he can remember. He wasnt afraid of the dark, and as his constant companion, he preferred it to what lay outside. He didnt know when he would be yelled for next, but he enjoyed the solitude for as long as he could. Always hating the outside, between never getting enough to eat, getting yelled at for the tiniest mistake (imagined or otherwise), and being treated like a servant, he relished the chance to break free. To break his confinement from this house and be free, be free to make his own choices for once. But, he had realized that being free to live his life like he wanted to wont happen for a long while, so for now he would have to make do with what he had, which sadly wasnt much.
Harry sighed. His Aunt Petunia would come to wake him soon. Harry stared up at the ceiling of his cupboard morosely, trying to figure out how much time he had left to lay there based on the light coming in from the small crack under the door. He knew he didnt have long due to the fact that he always woke up about 10 minutes before Aunt Petunia got him, but he had sometimes wondered what it was like to sleep in for once.
Oh well he thought. might as well get up. Never know what Aunt Petunia would blame me for if I took-
BOY! Get up right this instant! Aunt Petunia shrieked, rapping her bony knuckles on the door of the cupboard.
-too long great. Harry groused, Of course she has to contradict me, she wouldnt be Aunt Petunia if she didnt.
UP! Up I said! Do you hear me?! Aunt Petunia said viciously, while knocking on the door repeatedly. I want you making breakfast immediately, Vernon and my little Duddy-kins will be downstairs soon and if their breakfast isnt made by the time they get down you will regret it!
Im up, Aunt Petunia! Harry said hurriedly, pulling on a pair of trousers, making sure they had pockets, not wanting her more annoyed at him then she already was.
Hurry up, Boy! She screeched, banging on the door once more before marching off to whatever it was she usually did in the mornings.
Harry quickly opened the door and stepped out of his cupboard only to be immediately shoved back in by Dudley, who ran by laughing to the living room to watch his favorite television program. Harry once more got out of the cupboard and went to the kitchen to start breakfast, hearing Dudley laugh at something in the other room while Petunia sniffed disparagingly at him, whilst fixing herself a cup of tea. His mind wandered, after cooking for the Dursleys for so long his body mostly ran on autopilot and entertaining various fantasies in which he ran away from the Dursleys was a favorite pastime of his.
Uncle Vernon stomped down the stairs and went into the dining room to sit at the table. Harry always imagined the house shaking slightly whenever Uncle Vernon or Dudley went down the stairs, but never uttered his thoughts aloud for fear of punishment. As Uncle Vernon sat at the table, chair groaning under the mass, Harry started to pile the massive quantities of food onto plates and place them in front of Uncle Vernon and Dudley, who came running in to eat. Uncle Vernon looked around the table as if looking for an excuse to blame something on Harry and - unfortunately for Harry - found one.
Wheres my coffee, you little brat?! Hurry up and fetch it! Uncle Vernon growled at Harry, who was still in the process of putting all the food on the overburdened table.
Yeah, hurry up freak! Dudley shouted, cackling through a mouthful of bacon.
Yes Uncle Vernon. Harry quietly said, trying to ignore the bacon bits flying out of Dudleys mouth.
By the time Harry had gotten the coffee, Dudley finished off his third plate and started attacking the fourth. While the Dursleys were eating, Harry ran between the kitchen and dining rooms, fetching whatever the Dursleys wanted or needed.
Harry groaned to himself quietly, his stomach copying him a beat later. Between not eating anything since yesterday morning, the meager amount that it was, and the aroma coming off the meal he labored over, it was torture not getting to eat what he had made. He knew that after they finished, if he was lucky he might get some leftovers. More often than not though, he was stuck with bread, water and some cheese or ham, if Aunt Petunia was feeling generous.
An excellent meal as always Petunia, dear. Uncle Vernon stated, getting up and wiping his mustache off and pecking Petunia on the lips.
Of course dear Aunt Petunia said primly, a small smile on her face.
Yeah, congratulations on making tea and watching ME make breakfast, like always. Harry thought to himself sarcastically, his back turned so his aunt and uncle wouldnt see him rolling his eyes. Then again, Uncle Vernon would more likely invite the hoodlums he always complains about home than admit I did something useful in any way.
Harry got lost in thought imagining the things Uncle Vernon would do before acknowledging him and didnt realize that Uncle Vernon was speaking to him. Vernon lifted him bodily by the scruff of his shirt while he mentally berated himself for not paying attention to what was going on around him.
Are you listening to me, you ungrateful freak?! Uncle Vernon shouted, the color of his face exceeding red and going into purple.
Yes Uncle Vernon. Harry replied hurriedly, hoping he hadnt just blown his meal for the day. Vernon dropped Harry to the ground and wiped his hands on a towel with a sneer on his face.
Your Aunt will give you your chores for today and I expect them all to be finished by the time Dudley and I return. Petunia is going to the store and you will not be in the house when she does, mow the lawn and paint the fence while shes gone. If I hear from Petunia you disobeyed, you will be locked in that cupboard without a meal for a week, do you understand me boy?! Vernons eyes flashed dangerously at the end of his tirade, as if daring Harry to try and misbehave.
Yes Uncle Vernon, I understand. Harry said, looking down at his feet.
Vernon huffed, mustache ruffling, and walked away to get Dudley. Harry had briefly wondered where they were going, but decided that it wasnt worth the time or energy trying to figure out where Uncle Vernon would be spoiling Dudley today. Harry walked to the kitchen, where Aunt Petunia greeted him with the list of chores and a couple pieces of bread with some cheese on them.
Hurry up, eat and get started on those chores boy. She snapped. I wont have you laying around and being a waste of space.
Yes Aunt Petunia Harry muttered tonelessly, quickly scarfing down the meager bit of food and going outside to start the first of many chores.
Harry worked throughout the day, straight through lunch and barely managed to finish the outside work when Aunt Petunia came back to the house. Rake the leaves, Mow the lawns both front and back-, paint the fence, and pull the weeds. It was backbreaking work and Harry was glad that it wasnt summertime as the heat wasnt as unbearable. The cool autumn breeze helped cool him down some.
While Aunt Petunia was out of the house, Harry had eaten the bits of food he had sneaked into his pockets while making breakfast earlier. It wasnt much, a couple pieces of bacon and an orange (Aunt Petunia had decided to go on some sort of new fruit diet she heard about from a neighbor a few months ago), but it was still more than he usually got to eat. He knew it was dangerous to sneak food, he shuddered at the thought of Uncle Vernon finding out, but the thrill of it brought some excitement to his otherwise boring life.
By the time Aunt Petunia returned from the store, Harry was let back into the house, only for her to start screeching about the bit of mud he tracked into the kitchen. She threw him back outside to get cleaned up with the garden hose while she packed whatever she had bought into the various shelves. Harry got a drink from the hose while cleaning up and, thirst sated, went inside where Petunia immediately got him working cleaning the kitchen.
After the kitchen was spotless, or as spotless as Harry could get it, Petunia without a word shoved a bowl of cold stew out of a tin and a piece of bread into his hands and went to watch her daily program. Harry ate the stew, shivering at the feeling of the cold and slimy vegetables in the stew in his mouth, and quickly got to work on the interior of the house. Working though the list, vacuuming, dusting, laundry, the dishes, cleaning the bedrooms, washing the floors, and making dinner, Harry barely managed to get through half of these chores before Vernon and Dudley came home. Furious at the fact that Harry didnt finish the list, Vernon bodily threw him into his cupboard with no dinner after yelling at him for close to twenty minutes.
Bleeding from a cut on the back of his head impacting the wall after Vernon threw him in, and eyes welling from the injustice that is his relatives, Harry curled up on the tiny and lumpy mattress and pulled his threadbare blanket over his head.
It isnt fair! He thought angrily. Why did I have to be stuck with them?! Aunt Petunia said that my parents died in a car crash, but was she telling the truth? Harry sighed to himself, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. I wish I didnt have to live here any wheres better than here Mum? Dad? If youre listening in heaven, please, take me away from here. Take me somewhere where I could be free free from this stupid cupboard, free from these stupid Dursleys I wish I could be free free.
With that final thought Harry fell asleep, not knowing that there were forces in this world that could grant such a wish. Not knowing that magic, one of the oldest natural forces out there, was coursing through him. Building and granting a young and lonely boys wish as best it could. Harry, dead to the world in slumber, couldnt have known that at that moment his life was going to change forever.
On the quiet Sunday night, Harrys magic, aided by the Blood Wards erected by a certain white bearded old man some eight years previously, imploded and sent the boy to the best chance he will have at living his life to the fullest. The Blood Wards powered by his mothers sacrifice, wrapped around sunk into Harry, as to best protect him throughout his life. In that one instant, everything changed and those lives touched by the changes wouldnt realize it until it was too late.
xX Hogwarts | Headmasters Office Xx
Dumbledore sat in his office finishing up some late night paperwork and enjoying the company of his phoenix, Fawkes. He had come back from a bi-weekly staff meeting discussing the feast that will be thrown for next weeks Halloween celebration and it had gone a little side tracked. He always loved Halloween, he mused to himself chuckling softly, and looked forward to the Hogwarts feast every year. Eating as many sweets as he wanted was a definite plus as well.
Dumbledore broke out of his musings when he noticed the unnatural silence in the room. Absolute silence wasnt something very easily achieved in his office, due to the many gadgets and gismos that decorated the shelves. He started to look around to try and pinpoint the cause of the quiet when he heard tinkling, like small bits of metal hitting the floor. Dumbledore suddenly had a cold shiver run down his spine and whirled around, his piercing gaze fixed on the shelf that housed the trackers that he attached to Harry and the Dursleys house. Every tracker, except for one, had fallen apart.
Oooohh Dumbledore thought to himself, a sudden headache erupting out of nowhere, This isnt good.
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