Authors Note: This is the Harry Back story chapter, with my personal tweaks made.
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen, Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry Potter
Harry, Age 1
There is a room, that has a crib. It is obvious that the room is a nursery. There is a baby in the crib, and he has black hair, and striking green eyes. They resembled the woman who had come in earlier and laid him in the crib and said with a smile on her face, "Good night Harry, sleep well." Then gave him a kiss on the forehead.
*One Hour Later*
A huge racket erupts from the downstairs as death eater after death eater files into the house and part in the middle for the Dark Lord, Voldemort, to come in. He makes his way up the stairs, towards the nursery, when a lanky man, with the same black hair as the child, jumped in front of the door when he yelled, " Lily! Take Harry and run! It's Him! I'll hold him off as long as I can!" As he said that, the woman from before, with those striking green eyes looked back as she saw her husband get hit by the killing curse.
Seeing her husband dead gave her more motivation to get out. She ducked through the nursery door, and turned around. She saw the man that killed her husband raise his wand towards her child, and as he was muttering the words, "Avada Kedavra," she dove in front of the boy and sacrificed herself yelling "NO!"
Once she had been disposed of, the man then took aim at the child again, and then muttered the words, "Avada Kedavra." This time the spell hit the boy, but rebounded off of him, sending it right back into the Dark Lord, killing him, though not forever. All that remained on the boy was a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. This is the state in which the great wizard, and headmaster of Hogwarts found the boy and his dead family. He then decides to leave the boy with his aunt and uncle, from his mothers side, Petunia and Vernon Dursley.
*10 years later*
This is the year that Harry turns 11, and he hates living with the Dursleys. They work him like a slave, and only call him names like Boy, or Freak. His cousin, Dudley Dursley is no better,he is a spoiled brat, and it happens that his birthday is today. "Where are my presents?!" He shouts looking around the dining room table.
"They are right here darling. Petunia says to her son.
"How many are there?"
"36, I counted them myself." Vernon replies.
"36? 36?! Last year there were 37!" The boy screams back at his father.
"Well, there are some here that are quite a bit bigger than last year."
"I don't care how big they are, why aren't there more?"
At this time Petunia pipes up with "Well, while we are out, why don't we buy you 2 more presents? Does that sound alright?"
"I guess, as long as Potter doesn't mess anything up."
"Speaking to that boy," Vernon says, "Why isn't there any breakfast here yet?"
"Sorry it took so long." Harry responded as he served his "family" breakfast.
"Well it's about time, and Dudley," he says to his son, "today's first stop is the zoo!"
"YAY! That means I get to throw things at the animals!" the boy screams.
The family finishes breakfast and heads toward the door. Before Harry can step out the door, Vernon stops him and says, "Listen here boy, if anything weird goes on, you lose food privileges for 2 days."
Harry just nods, as he is used to this, and they all get into the car. Soon after they all make it to the zoo. The rest of the day was uneventful until they go to the reptile house. When they got there, Harry looked into the container holding a python that had been born and lived in captivity all of it's life. Dudley wanders over and bangs on the glass to try and get the snake to move but it won't, so the rest of the Dursleys walk away, except for Harry. Harry begins to talk with the snake, and starts with "You know, I have pretty much always lived in captivity too." The snake responds to this by lifting up its head. Dudley rushed back over, knocking Harry to the side, yelling, "Mummy! Daddy! Look! It's moving!" He then proceeded to press his face up against the glass so that it looked flat. If glares could kill, Dudley would have been dead in seconds with the one Harry was giving him. Suddenly, the glass of the enclosure disappeared, and Dudley fell face first into the water, and moved around until his whole body was in. The snake then slithered out until it's whole body was free. It then looked at Harry, and said in a hissing voice, "Thanks." To which Harry quickly responds, "Anytime." By now, the parents of the boy in the enclosure were worried, because the glass reappeared, and Dudley was stuck.
Back at the Dursley residence, Vernon took Harry by the ear and threw him into his bedroom, a cupboard under the stairs. Before Vernon locks the door from the outside, he says, "I said no funny business!"
*A Few Days Later*
After making breakfast for the Dursleys, he goes to get the mail, only to find that on the top of the pile was a letter addressed to him. The front of the letter said:
Mr. H Potter
The Cupboard Under the Stairs
4 Pivet Drive,
"I wonder what this is all about?" Harry thinks to himself as he places the rest of the mail in front of Vernon. Then, Dudley notices the letter in Harry's hand, takes it from Harry, and gives it to his father saying "Look! Harry's got a letter!"
"Alright, lets see who it's from." Vernon says as he looks over the envelope, until he sees the seal on the back. At the sight of the seal, Vernon's eyes widen with fear as he flings it into the fireplace, then says, "Just junk mail, nothing unusual."
Just as he says that, an identical letter comes through the letter slot, which Vernon grabs and throws into the fireplace as well.
Over the next few days, more and more of the same letters came through, and every one of them went into the fireplace. on the 3rd day, Vernon nailed the letter slot closed, so they started coming in the window and other openings. That is, until the 6th day of the letters, and it was a Sunday. Vernon pointed out that Sunday was his favorite day, and asked everyone, "Does anyone know why Sunday is the best day of the week?"
Harry responds with a quiet, "No post on Sundays?"
Hearing that, Vernon repeats him, "No post on Sundays. No nasty letters today." Or so he thought.
A few minutes later, you see on the outside of the house, hundreds of owls, all carrying the same thing, a letter for Harry. They all take off and head for the house. Back in the Dursley Household, all you can hear is a swooshing noise, the the crashing of paper against other objects as the letters come into the house through any opening at high speed. After the letters stop, Vernon says one thing- "We're moving."
Next stop, Diagon Alley!