Ten years had passed since that fateful night in which James and Lily Potter died. Harry now had about 10 years and lived in Privet Drive, in a modest house with its only living relatives: the Dursley. The Dursley were a current and reel family of muggles (non-magical people), who tried mostly to stay away from things that escaped to their understanding or that had relationship with the supernatural. The adoptive family of Harry consisted of the Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and their son, Dudley. The Dursley family at whole shared a very Deep hate and despise for Harry, as strange things happened around him since he was a small child. On the birthday of Dudley, the Dursleys decided to take both children to the zoo.

—I warn you boy, a rare thing, only one, and you'll be without dinner for a week. —threatened Uncle Vernon before they both got inside the car —. Is it clear?

—Yes sir. —answered Harry while he nodded quickly.

As son as they arrived at the zoo, the Dursleys along Harry went through several departments before reaching the one of the reptiles. Dudley was excited by a snake of huge size, and after he pasted his face to the glass, began to beat it.

—Make it move! —demanded Harry's cousin to his father. Uncle Vernon did what his son had told him and hit the glass a few times —. Move! —exclaimed Dudley with his rude and shrill voice.

—It's asleep! —exclaimed Harry with some grief.

—Boring... —said Dudley, already weary of being in front of that animal that slept pacefully. After saying those words he moved away from there with his parents. Harry then turned his face to his left, and encountered a mysterious figure almost at his side. This figure was hooded entirely in black, only making visible part of his lower face: red lips as carmine and her somewhat pale but rosy complexion at the same time.

—Hello... —mumbled Harry with a low voice, impressed still buy that person who wore that dark hoodie —. Who are you? —he asked, approaching slightly to the mysterious figure.

—That doesn't matter now... Harry Potter. —replied the figure, the voice still acute and obviously belonging to a girl of an approximate age to the guy of the scar. Harry observed the figure now close to him, her stature being almost exact to his own and with the hood looking towards the snake. Following the gaze of the young girl, the boy observed the snake, which had now lifted his head towards him, looking into his eyes.

—Excuse me, how...? —asked Harry as he turned his face towards the girl, because he wanted to ask how she knew his name, yet he stopped mid-sentence since the hooded figure was no longer at his side: it had disappeared —. This was strange... —muttered Harry to himself. After a few seconds he returned his gaze towards the snake, and as he didn't had nothing to do, Harry decided to kill time ans begin a conversation with her, even if he knew that the reptile couldn't possibly understand him.

—Please, do excuse Dudley, he doesn't know what is having to endure all day being here, seeing how people stuck their dirty faces to the glass. —he told the reptile. Harry opened his eyes in awe some seconds later, since the snake nodded to what he had said —. Can you understand me? —inquired the child with curiosity, earning another affirmative gesture from the reptile —. Do you usually do this often? Talk to people? —asked Harry. The snake shook its head and the boy with a scar on his forehead set his sight on her tail, since the animal was pointing with it towards a poster that was close to the glass. In the poster Harry could read:

<Boa Constrictor, Brazil.>

—Was it nice that place? Do you have family there? —Harry asked.

The Boa Constrictor pointed once more towards he poster with her tail, and Harry could read: <Specimen bred in captivity.>

—Oh, I see. Then like me: neither I met my parents. —replied Harry with sorrow on his voice. At that exact momento a shrill and serious cry startled Harry.

—DAD! DAD! WATCH WHAT THE SNAKE DOES! —exclaimed Dudley, pasting again his face and body to the glass just after pushing Harry to the ground. The boy fell to the ground, and after a few seconds he watched with anger how his cousin Dudley was leaning against the glass. What happened next left Harry amazed: the glass in which Dudley was leaning vanished suddenly, and he fell inside of the precincts of the snake. Harry watched impressed as the Boa Constrictor came out of the containment building and looked at him, to then wishper:

—Thanks... —said the snake, slightly lengthening the sound of the last letter.

—You're welcome... —muttered Harry, before he observed the Boa leaving the place crawling, earning the screams of everyone that were in the place. dudley stood up and tried to get out of the enclosure of the snake, but to his suprise the glass... had come back! Harry's cousin began beating the glass on a terrified way, seconds later the Dursleys appearing there.

—MOM! MOM! —cried Dudley while hitting the glass.

—OH, MY CHILD! —exclaimed Aunt Petunia as she entered in a panic state. Harry rejoiced and laughed before that scene, yet it didn't last long, since Uncle Vernon stared at him in a severe and accusatory way. After some time, the four of them arrived the 4th of Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by the ear as son as they entered the house.

—WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?

—I don't know, I swear it! —said Harry while his uncle dragged him up to his cupboard (the place where he slept, located under the stairs) —. The glass vanished! It was magic! —he added before Mr. Dursley locked him inside its larder.

—MAGIC HAS NEVER EXISTED! —exclaimed Vernon before closing the small window of the larder.

The days passed, the summer holidays arriving already. One day Harry went to the entrance, after hearing the clear sound of letters entering by the mailbox of the front door. After arriving at the entrance of the house, the ten-year-old boy collected the letters, slightly suprised to recognize that one of them was adressed to him:

Mr. H. Potter.

The Cupboard under the Stairs.

4, Privet Drive.

Little Whinging.

Surrey

Harry observed the letter a few times: it was thick, yellowish and the adress was written with an emerald green ink.

—Wow... —muttered Harry after Reading the adress to make sure it was really his. He then returned to the kitchen, where his aunt, uncle and cousin were. Upon entering the room, the ten-year-old boy left the correspondence to Mr. Dursley except his letter, which he continued to hold in his hands.

—Oh, Marge is sick... She ate something in por condition. —said Uncle Vernon, after reading the postcard that his sister had sent him. Harry had begun to open its letter, when Dudley lifted quickly from his chair and snatched it from his hands.

—Dad! Look, a letter for Harry! —exclaimed the round child while delivering the letter to his father.

—It's mine! —said Harry.

—Yours? Who will write to you...? —asked Mr. Dursley while Petunia and his son placed themselves behind him. After a few seconds, he turned over the letter, noticing the envelope sealing and the name beneath it. When Uncle Vernon readed the name, he and Aunt Petunia looked at each other and paled visibly. All the letters that came on the following days to the house were intercepted by Mr. Dursley, who had taken the role of destroying them, avoiding that Harry could read a single one.

—What a beautiful day it's the Sunday. In my opinion, the best day of all, and why is that? —asked Vernon that day of the following week (after having plugged the mailbox of the front door).

—Because there's no mail on Sunday? —asked Harry as he noticed that outside the window, several owls where landind near the house.

—That's right Harry. —replied the man —. No mail, ha! Nor a hateful or miserable... —Mr. Dursley had to interrupt himself, since a letter had come through the fireplace and had hit him on the face. The entire house started to shake in a violent way, and a thousand of letters began to enter through the fireplace and the mailbox (since they had broken the shield Uncle Vernon had instaled on it). Meanwhile, taking advantage of the fuss, Harry jumped in the air and managed to grasp one of the flying letters, proceeding after to try and escape quickly to its cupboard, however, Uncle Vernon was able to block his way and intercepted him on the main hall.

—WE'RE LEAVING! FAR AWAY! WHERE THEY CAN'T FIND US! —shouted Vernon as he grabbed Harry, avoiding him to read nor open any of the letters that fell above their heads.

Some days passed, and the Dursleys had found their new home at the middle of the sea. Harry was awake, waiting as he draw with the sand that was on the ground a birthday cake. He then proceeded to look at the digital clock his cousin had on his left wrist: 12:00.

—Happy Bithday Harry... —he muttered as he blew off the sand candles of that sandy cake.

As he was blowing, a great noise was Heard from the outside, scaring him, since the door was being knocked harshly.

Little he knew, that his life was going to change... forever.

I hope you liked this chapter! As you see, you already have been gifted with a slight appearance of my OC, yet I promise that we'll soon enter her POV (Point of View). Maybe on the next chapter we'll be on her shoes... If I see you comment and vote for this story I'll update it sooner tan you might think!

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