Harry Potter and the forgotten heir

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The boy who lived::

On a quiet, misty night in early November 1981, the residents of Privet Drive slept soundly, unaware that their world was about to change. Number Four, a perfectly normal house belonging to the Dursleys, held no hint of the extraordinary events unfolding elsewhere. Vernon Dursley, a large, mustached man, had spent his day at Grunnings, a drill company, while his wife, Petunia, had gossiped about her neighbors. Their son, Dudley, had thrown a tantrum over not getting a second helping of pudding.

But far away, in a hidden magical world, whispers of a great victory spread like wildfire. The Dark Lord Voldemort, the most feared wizard of the age, had been defeated. And it was all because of a baby—a boy who had somehow survived the Killing Curse.

Albus Dumbledore, the venerable headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, appeared on Privet Drive, dressed in long robes and a midnight-blue cloak. His half-moon spectacles twinkled as he examined the surroundings. Soon, a tabby cat sitting nearby transformed into Professor Minerva McGonagall.

"He's really gone?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of relief and doubt.

Dumbledore nodded gravely. "Yes, Minerva. It seems Lily Potter's love protected the boy in a way Voldemort never anticipated."(**An ancient magic was activated by lily and the spell was given the power to kill the dark lord by love for Harry)

With a loud vroom, a flying motorbike descended from the sky, carrying Rubeus Hagrid, a half-giant with a tangled beard and tear-streaked face. In his massive arms, he cradled a sleeping baby wrapped in blankets—Harry Potter.

Dumbledore placed Harry on the Dursleys' doorstep with a letter explaining the tragedy and their responsibility.

McGonagall hesitated. "Are you sure about this, Albus? They're the worst sort of Muggles."

"They are his only family," Dumbledore said solemnly. "It's for the best."

And with that, they disappeared into the night, leaving the Boy Who Lived to begin his life in the ordinary world—completely unaware of the destiny awaiting him.

For nearly ten years, Harry Potter lived with the Dursleys at Number Four, Privet Drive. Life was anything but kind to him. While his cousin Dudley was spoiled with toys, sweets, and love, Harry was left with hand-me-down clothes and a cupboard under the stairs as his bedroom. He was treated as a nuisance, forced to do chores from a young age, and often punished for things he didn't understand—like when his hair mysteriously grew back overnight after Petunia had cut it too short.

Strange things happened around Harry, though he never knew why. One day at school, he suddenly found himself on the roof after being chased by Dudley and his gang. Another time, a particularly ugly sweater Petunia forced him to wear shrank to the size of a handkerchief. The Dursleys never spoke of these incidents, instead punishing him as if it were his fault.

But Harry had always felt… different. He couldn't explain it, but there was something inside him, something the Dursleys couldn't crush no matter how hard they tried.

Then, just before his eleventh birthday, everything changed.

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The latter from no one::

As Harry's eleventh birthday approached, something strange began happening. One morning, he went to collect the mail, as he always did, and among the usual bills and advertisements, there was a letter addressed to him:

Mr. H. Potter,

The Cupboard under the Stairs,

4 Privet Drive,

Little Whinging, Surrey.

Harry had never received a letter before in his life. He stared at it in shock, his name written in emerald-green ink, sealed with a crest bearing a lion, a snake, a badger, and an eagle. Before he could open it, Uncle Vernon snatched it from his hands, his face turning pale. Without a word, he tore the letter into pieces and threw it away.

The next day, another letter arrived. This time, it was addressed to:

Mr. H. Potter,

The Smallest Bedroom,

4 Privet Drive.

Somehow, whoever was sending the letters knew Harry was no longer in the cupboard. Vernon destroyed that one too.

But the letters didn't stop. More came, day after day, slipping through the mail slot, appearing inside the house, even being delivered through the windows. In desperation, Uncle Vernon nailed the mailbox shut and sealed every crack in the house.

Then, on Sunday, the letters came in a flood, bursting through the chimney. Vernon, now panicked beyond reason, packed the family into the car and drove away, trying to escape the mysterious sender. After driving aimlessly for hours, they ended up in a rickety, abandoned hut on a stormy island.

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Hagrid's arrival::

As the clock struck midnight on Harry's birthday, a thunderous knock shook the hut. The door burst open, revealing a massive man, easily twice the height of an average man, with a thick, tangled beard and wild eyes.

"Sorry 'bout that. I'm Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."

Harry, confused, could only stare as Hagrid handed him a squashed birthday cake and a letter—the same kind Vernon had been destroying.

"You're a wizard, Harry."

The words changed Harry's life forever.

Vernon Dursley tried to protest, but Hagrid silenced him with a glare and revealed the truth: Harry's parents hadn't died in a car crash, as he'd been told. They had been murdered by Lord Voldemort, the most feared dark wizard of all time.

Somehow, as a baby, Harry had survived the Killing Curse. The scar on his forehead was the mark of that night, and the wizarding world had been waiting for him to return.

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Diagon Alley: Discovering the Wizarding World::

The next morning, Hagrid took Harry to London, leading him through the bustling streets until they arrived at an old, seemingly abandoned pub: The Leaky Cauldron.

The moment they entered, everything changed. The entire pub went silent, and every witch and wizard inside turned to stare at Harry and started greeting him. A small, trembling man with a turban—Professor Quirrell—shook his hand nervously.

But Harry had no time to dwell on the oddity of it all. Hagrid tapped a few bricks in the alleyway behind the pub, and with a rumbling shift of stone, a grand street unfolded before Harry's eyes.

Diagon Alley.

Shops stretched down the cobbled street, selling broomsticks, cauldrons, robes, and wands. Hagrid took him straight to Gringotts Wizarding Bank, where goblins with sharp eyes and even sharper fingers managed mountains of gold and treasures.

Harry discovered that his parents had left him a small fortune—piles of gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Knuts stacked high in a hidden vault.

But that wasn't the only vault they visited. Hagrid had official business from Dumbledore. He retrieved a tiny, wrapped package from Vault 713, which he refused to explain.

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Ollivanders:The wand choses the wizard::

At Ollivanders, a shop filled with stacks of dusty boxes, Harry met Mr. Ollivander, an eerie old man who seemed to know more about him than he should.

Harry tried wand after wand, each one failing in his hands, until—

A warm sensation rushed through his fingers as he held an 11-inch holly wand with a phoenix feather core. Sparks of golden-red light shot from its tip.

"Curious… very curious…" Ollivander murmured.

Harry asked what was curious.

"The phoenix that gave this feather… gave another. Its brother wand… was the one that gave you that scar."

Harry had just been given a wand that shared a connection with Voldemort's.

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Platform 9¾ and Hogwarts express

With his supplies packed, Harry stood at King's Cross Station, staring at the ticket Hagrid had given him. Platform 9¾? There was no such thing!

Frustrated and confused, he noticed a red-haired family bustling past.

"Packed with Muggles, of course," a woman muttered.

Harry hesitated, then approached the youngest boy.

"Excuse me… but how do you get onto the platform?"

The boy—Ron Weasley—grinned as his mother explained.

"Just walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop, don't be scared."

Harry gulped and ran straight at the wall—only to pass right through onto Platform 9¾!

The Hogwarts Express, a gleaming scarlet steam engine, waited as students hurried aboard.

Harry found a compartment with Ron, who quickly became his first real friend. Ron told him all about Hogwarts, Quidditch, and You-Know-Who.

Then, the door slid open.

A bushy-haired girl named Hermione Granger barged in.

"Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one."

Her sharp eyes scanned the room, and when she noticed Ron's wand, she scoffed.

"Are you practicing magic? Let's see, then."

Ron tried a spell to turn his rat yellow. It failed.

Hermione huffed.

"That's not a real spell. I've tried loads of proper ones myself. Oculus Reparo!"

With a flick of her wand, Harry's broken glasses mended.

Harry and Ron exchanged stunned glances—this girl was intense.

As the train sped toward Hogwarts, the three of them had no idea they would soon become an inseparable trio.

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The sorting hat and Hogwarts begins::

Upon arriving at the castle, they were greeted by Professor McGonagall and led into the Great Hall for the Sorting Ceremony.

One by one, students were called forward as the Sorting Hat analyzed their minds, placing them in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin.

When Harry's turn came, he nervously placed the hat on his head.

"Hmm… difficult, very difficult… You have great potential, yes… plenty of courage. But where to put you? Slytherin could make you great…"

Not Slytherin, Harry thought desperately.(He didn't want to go to Slytherin house because Ron Weasley told him that all the dark wizards come from this house)

The hat chuckled.

"Not Slytherin? Are you sure? You could do well there… but if you're certain—better be GRYFFINDOR!"

The table in red and gold burst into cheers as Harry joined them, sitting beside Ron.

Draco Malfoy, whom Harry had met earlier in a shop and instantly disliked, was sorted into Slytherin.

Hermione was also placed in Gryffindor—much to Ron's horror.

As the feast began, Dumbledore gave a warm, bizarre welcome speech, and just like that, Harry's new life at Hogwarts had begun.

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Classes ,friends and enemies::

Life at Hogwarts was magical—literally.

Harry learned spells, brewed potions, and struggled through Transfiguration under Professor McGonagall.

Snape, the Potions Master, immediately despised him, constantly taunting him in class.

Meanwhile, Hermione quickly proved herself the top student in everything, and Ron found her unbearable.

Then there was Draco Malfoy.

Rich, arrogant, and always flanked by his henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy delighted in making fun of Harry and Ron.

After a tense flying lesson, where Harry showed natural talent on a broom, Malfoy challenged him to a midnight duel—which turned out to be a trap.

But instead of getting caught, Harry, Ron, Hermione (and a frightened Neville) stumbled upon something terrifying…

A massive, three-headed dog guarding a trapdoor.

Something strange was going on at Hogwarts.

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The mystry of the third floor::

After their shocking discovery of the three-headed dog, Harry, Ron, and Hermione couldn't stop thinking about it.

"It was standing on a trapdoor," Harry said. "It's guarding something."

But what?

A few days later, during a feast, Harry overheard a name that made everything click.

"Nicolas Flamel," Hagrid said. "But that's none o' yer business."

Harry had seen that name before.

Later, Hermione found it in a library book.

"Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone—it grants immortality."

That explained everything.

Someone was trying to steal it. And Snape was the prime suspect.

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Quidditch,Trolls and forbidden forest detention::

Meanwhile, Harry had joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team as Seeker—the youngest player in a century.

During his first match, his broom went wild.

Hermione noticed Snape muttering a spell.

She dashed to the stands and set his robes on fire!

Instantly, Harry regained control and caught the Golden Snitch, winning the game.

But the mystery deepened.

Later, during a Halloween feast, a mountain troll was released into the school.

While most students ran, Harry and Ron bravely fought the troll to save Hermione—cementing their friendship forever.

Then, in detention, they were sent into the Forbidden Forest, where Harry saw something terrifying:

A cloaked figure drinking unicorn blood.

"The blood keeps you alive," centaur Firenze explained. "But at a terrible price."

Harry's scar burned.

"Only one person would do that… Voldemort."

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The mirror of Etised and the final confrontation::

Determined to stop Voldemort, the trio snuck through the trapdoor.

They faced deadly magical challenges:

Devil's Snare (Hermione's spell saved them).

Flying Keys (Harry's Seeker skills helped).

A Giant Chess Game (Ron sacrificed(not death)himself to win).

Finally, Harry faced Professor Quirrell—who revealed Voldemort was living on the back of his head!

But the magical Mirror of Erised hid the stone, and only someone who wanted it but not for themselves could retrieve it.

Harry looked inside—and felt the stone drop into his pocket.

Quirrell attacked.

But Harry's touch burned him—because of his mother's protection magic.

Voldemort's spirit screamed and fled, leaving Quirrell lifeless.

Harry collapsed, waking up later in the hospital wing, where Dumbledore explained everything.

Though Voldemort was gone for now, he would return.

The school year ended, and Gryffindor won the House Cup.

Harry returned to the Dursleys for the summer—knowing his real adventure had only just begun.