Finding Light in The Dark

by Ochtendstorm

Summary:

Harry is an isolated and abused boy when he finds out about magic on his 11th birthday. He'll find family in and outside of Slytherin and learns the truth about the Dark Side. Snape is an asshole at first, but Harry has been dealing with assholes since he's been left with the Dursleys, so Snape will learn his lesson.

Notes:

I'm not used to writing entire stories in English, so bear with me here. It's an amateur work of fiction that probably won't be that good. But I'm way too mentally ill to leave my room and I needed something to do. It's just for fun, with some of the elements that I tend to enjoy most in Harry Potter fanfiction. Most of the time it will probably be really short chapters, probably won't update regularly, because I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. So inconsistency and amateur writing is what you're signing up for here.

Also, ew transphobia and ew JK Rowling.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Mr and Mrs Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive were very normal, thank you very much. They lived in the cleanest house and had the most beatiful garden in Surrey. This was all thanks to Harry, but nobody knew Harry lived at number 4 Privet Drive. The neighbours believed it to be a perfect little family of three, the Dursleys and their son Dudley. Harry only came out of the house to tend to the garden in the middle of the night. You see, Harry of number 4 Privet Drive was only allowed out of the house at night. During the day he had to cook, to clean or to make no noise and hide in his cupboard. Harry had lived in his cupboard for as long as he knew. He had a matress the size of a baby cot, drawings on the wall and shelves with all his cleaning products. Harry quite liked his cupboard, because nobody could hurt him there. The bad things only happened when he had to come outside of his cupboard, but Harry never liked talking about the bad things. He had learned at a young age that it was always better no stay quiet about certain things, to not think about them.

Sometimes when he was left alone for hours at a time he tried to dream of all the things he wished could be true. He dreamt about magic and found families. And when he dreamt hard enough he almost believed it could be true.

It was the 24th of july when strange things started to happen. Harry’s day started at 4 in the morning. He had to cook breakfast before uncle Vernon woke up. Perhaps, he wouldn’t even have noticed it if he didn’t have to be in the kitchen that early, but at 4 in the morning, outside the kitchen window, sat an owl that seemed to be clutching something in it’s beak. For the sake of having breakfast done on time, he decided to ignore the owl.

An hour later Harry heard the telltale creaking of the stairs that meant Aunt Petunia was coming downstairs. “Boy!! What are you doing? You better have breakfast ready” she called. Harry heaved a sigh “Yes, Aunt Petunia”. Half an hour later Petunia and Vernon ate their breakfast. Just when Uncle Vernon was done eating they heard the shutter of the mailbox.

“Get the mail boy”. As Harry got the mail he saw a thick beige envelope in between Aunt Petunia’s gossip magazines and Vernon’s normal work mail. He knew he wasn’t supposed to look at the mail, but he just needed to know what that envelope was. Written on it was

“Harry Potter, Cupboard under the Stairs, Number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey”

Now, Harry wasn’t stupid, he knew that if his aunt and uncle saw this they would take it away from him. So he put the envelope under the door of his cupboard and gave the rest of the mail to his uncle.