In the dead of night, Harry approached the old house. The street was silent and cloaked in darkness. Two days earlier, he had left the Dursleys, carrying only what he could and frequently changing clothes to avoid being spotted. He had spent the previous night in a park, searching for a safe place to rest.
Opening the door was easy due to his past experience. He slipped inside and quietly shut it behind him. The torchlight cut through the thick darkness, revealing a house long abandoned. The electricity had been turned off, leaving the place in eerie blackness.
Harry moved through the house, feeling the heavy silence. It was a sharp contrast to the oppressive atmosphere of the Dursleys' home. Dust covered everything, and each step he took stirred it up. The creak of the floorboards sounded unnaturally loud in the stillness.
He started on the ground floor, checking each room carefully. The living room was filled with old furniture covered in sheets, and the curtains had lost their color. In the kitchen, an old refrigerator stood silent, a table covered in cobwebs, and dirty dishes lay in the sink. It was clear that no one had lived here for a long time. Harry searched through drawers and cupboards but found nothing useful.
He then went upstairs. The air grew colder, and the darkness seemed deeper. The bedrooms were in similar disrepair. Dust coated every surface, and the wallpaper was peeling away. He checked each room, opening closets and drawers, but only found old clothes and forgotten items.
In one room, he found a locked trunk. It looked old and important. His heart raced with hope as he tried to find a key or any clue that might open it. Despite his search, he found nothing. He decided to leave the trunk for later, hoping he could find a way to open it eventually.
His last stop was a small study at the end of the hallway. This room was in slightly better shape, with dust covering a desk and bookshelves. He carefully pulled out drawers and found old papers and a stack of well-worn schoolbooks.
Among the books were titles related to magic and spellcasting. These weren't ordinary textbooks but specialized books from the wizarding world. As Harry flipped through the pages, he found notes and annotations. These were personal insights from Lily Potter, the previous owner.
Beside the stack of books was a small wooden box. Inside, Harry discovered an old wand. It was intricately carved and darkened with age. The wand seemed to connect him to the magical world he had been kept away from.
Holding the wand and examining the books, Harry felt a deep mix of awe and sadness. These items were his mother's belongings who left him and a link to a world he had been excluded from. The books might help him understand more about magic , while the wand could reveal more about his own abilities and find if he is still a squib.
While harry may be a squib in past but he still need to confirm it himself.
He pick up the wand and try a simple spell levitating spell. Then next second he start screeming," AaAAAaaAaaaaaaaa" and fall down.
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1 August 1991
A woman with striking red hair stood in front of a grand mansion on the outskirts of the city. She look around for a moment before entering the gate and walking up to the front door. She knocked gently.
The door opened to reveal a boy with black hair. He looked at her with an emotionless expression and said, "Hello."
The woman examined him briefly, noting his features with a professional eye. "I am here to meet Mr. Wayne about his new school."
The boy, peered at her intently, especially focusing on her vivid green eyes. "I am Wayne, Harry Wayne, You must be from Hogwarts."
The woman nodded. "Yes, as you mentioned in your letter yesterday, you need guidance in purchasing your school supplies."
Harry thank her and ask with curious eyes, "Yes, thank you for coming. May I know your name, teacher?"
The woman smiled. "I am Lily Potter, Mr. Wayne. I teach Ancient Runes, should you choose it in your fourth year."
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Should Harry and mc be enemies, friends or just wants to take advantage of each other.
Harry mind is now twisted for some reason, means he is now cruel and darker . I will explain in story later.
Mc next template suggestion.