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PROLOGUE
It was one particularly cold, gloomy winter night. A little black haired boy sat at the back porch of number four Privet drive, eyes glued to the starry night sky. The ground was covered with snow from the late January blizzards that just didn't seem to stop. Come to think of it, they started that very night when the little boy had his cot acting as a bed taken away as a punishment. He didn't remember what it was for that time, probably because he decided to rest on the couch for a second while cleaning the living room. They didn't like when he did that. Someday he would sit on that couch without no one telling him otherwise.
This time though, Harry Potter shivered outside without knowing what time it was from his own volition. It was the first time in weeks when his relatives forgot to lock his cupboard door for the night and Harry decided to make use of the quiet calmness of fresh winter air.
Little by little he started to lose all senses of the cold merging with his bone marrow, of the frost seeping through his very soul. It didn't matter though, it was still better than the stuffy house that felt thousand times colder.
Harry Potter wasn't sure of many things. He wasn't sure of what the time was or when it would be wise to sneak back inside. He wasn't sure what breakfast he would get to eat tomorrow and he wasn't sure if he would have to hide another bruise before school on Monday. There weren't many things Harry Potter was sure of but one thing he knew for sure was that he was alone. Harry was sure that he must've done something terrible for his life to be so terrible. He was sure that this is what he deserved but something in the edges of his mind reminded him that despite that, he didn't have to take it.
The Suns millions of distant siblings gave little comfort and none of that warmth that the Sun held on cloudless days. The twinkling stars didn't offer anything that Harry so desperately needed right now.
I don't want to do this alone anymore. Take me away from here. Somewhere far away. The little boy sent his quiet prayers to the sky, hoping it would fly to someone's listening ears. But as usual, it did nothing. The winds didn't change, stars seemed only to dimmer and Harry Potter finally stood up to his feet stiffened from the cold. He didn't glance behind anymore as he sneaked through the quiet house into his cupboard under the stairs. Wishful thinking never got him anywhere, he had realized that for a long time now.
But little did he know that Harry's silent prayer wasn't for vain. When it reached the skies the full Moon seemed to shine just a little brighter and that night Harry slept just a little bit better. Something ancient simmered into existence in the cupboard called by strength soon to show itself. Promising the inevitable created from the deepest pits of oceans to the highest peak of mountain. Harry wouldn't be alone for long.