Hadrian Black: The Serpent Lord - Strange And Mysterious Things Begin

The residents of Number 4, Prevet Drive otherwise known as "The Dursleys" would like you to believe the were absolutely normal, and nothing weird or freakish could ever be connected to them in anyway, apart from their nephew who had no where to go.

Harry Potter age 5 had no idea why he was treated in the manner he was,in the four years he's spent living with his Aunt Petunia and her Husband Vernon along with their whale of a son Dudley, he had never known love nor compassion, Harry was at best treated like a massive inconvenience, and at worse like a slave. He cooked the Dursley's meal, cleaned their home, as well as many other chores, and all for the meager amount of food that would keep him alive just to repeat the process again and again. 

Harry was told he deserves to live this way by his Aunt because his mother was a whore and his father a drunk that got them both killed in a car crash which resulted in the lightning shaped scar on his forehead above his left eyebrow. Even at his age he could tell that was a lie, he always seemed to know when someone was lying to him. Harry was extremely intelligent despite his very young age. Something his relatives did not appreciate and often punished him for demonstrating.

Harry did not fully remember what it was like before the Dursleys, but he remembers some things images,words, and emotions. Images of a beautiful red haired woman who shared his bright green eyes, a man with messy black hair who wore glasses like himself, another man with black wavy hair, and dark eyes, a big black dog that often watched over him, terrifying pair of Red eyes, and a flash of green light that follows after,

Words like Muggle,Potion,Expelliarmus,Stupify,Gringotts, wands and Death Eaters, emotions he felt with each of these save the last ones of both categories filled him with joy and relif.

Today however Harry was certain he would be joining his parents soon, he was brought back to his Aunt and Uncle's home after being rescued from the roof of the school by the fire brigade, how he ended up there he did not know, he was only trying to escape his cousin Dudley and his friends in their latest round of Harry Hunting a game Dudley made that involved chasing Harry down and beating him to a pulp. Somehow Harry managed to escape, but had miraculously ended up on the roof of the school. 

Harry hadn't made it five steps in the house before his Uncle slammed his head against the wall. Harry cried out in pain before falling to the floor.

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR FREAKISHNESS BOY!" Vernon yelled out before yanking the small boy up to his feet, then punched the child in the stomach hard.

Harry looked up at his Aunt wearing a sick grin of satisfaction, and something in the boy was beginning to crack, quickly shattering until he would finally break. Vernon slapped his young nephew with a powerful backhand before yelling at Harry calling him a useless waste of space, Harry began to laugh, not a laugh that should ever come from a child, it made both adult Dursleys pause, it was then Harry decided to speak.

"Freakishness?Useless waste of space?, it's funny because many in this neighborhood would consider you freaks more than me especially if they saw how you all treat me." 

Harry said in a tone that sent shivers down his relatives spines, but he continued on.

"Waste of space am I ?, if I wasn't here who would do all your cooking, cleaning, gardening, and everything else you don't want to do. You don't want me here? Well I don't want to be here with people who treat me like a slave and expect me to be greatful to a pair of fithy child abuser MUGGLES!" 

Harry didn't know why he called them that but it felt natural like it was indeed what they were, and by their reactions to that word he was right.

His Uncle moments yelled out a bellowing roar of rage, and began to mercilessly beat Harry, Harry curled up in ball, desperately wishing for someone, anyone who actually cared about him to save him he wanted it more than anything, Then in the next few moments Harry was greeted by three loud sounds , the first a very loud crack, the second a slightly quieter crack that sounded more like that snap of a twig, and lasting the panic screaming of his Aunt.

Harry looked up from his curled position and saw a man covered in filth wearing a faded striped robe,and similar under clothes, he was thin and had many tattoos covering his chest and arms, his black hair long a wild his face gaunt and bearded, his eyes were familiar to Harry, Harry looked downward to see his Uncle on the floor his head facing in an unnatural angle, his neck snapped by the mysterious man, Petunia had her back pressed firmly against the wall, The man stepped towards Harry and suddenly pulled the boy into a tight hug.

Harry felt in his core this man could be trusted, the man pulled away looking at Harry with tears glistening in his eyes. He spoke happily but in a hourse voice "I've found you, Pup."

That had triggered something inside Harry, a memory and a name attached to it, Harry now had tears in his eyes as he latched on to the man and yelled out "SIRIUS !"

The man was Sirius Black, sworn godfather to Harry Potter, Marauder, Former Auror,Former Member of The Order of the Phoenix, and until moments ago unjust prisoner of Azkaban.

Sirius turned to Petunia he stood up with purpose as he stepped forward towards the vile woman who shook with fear, the hoarseness in his voice replaced by powerful anger.

"YOU'RE SISTER DIED FOR NOT ONLY OUR WORLD BUT YOURS, AND YOUR RESPONSE TO HER SACRIFICE IS TO ABUSE HER SON,AND TREAT LIKE FREAK, CRAWLING ON ALL FOURS LIKE A BEAST, BEATING AND STARVING HIM, WELL NO MORE!" Sirius's voice and words on his approach terrified Petunia. 

She cried out begging for mercy, she also brought up her own son begging to not make him an orphan. Sirius scoffed at her words before rhetorically asking if she would have done the same for Harry, before declaring he was all out of mercy, his hand shot out so quickly it was a blur as his fingers locked around her thin neck as he squeezed her throat tightly until with a quick jerk of his wrist her neck snapped killing her instantly.

He took Harry by his hand and focused on what was within him as he for the first time in four years he used Magic, and disappeared with Harry in toe within seconds They were in front of his family home in London Number 12,Grimmald

Place Home of House Black for many years.

This would be end of the story of Harry James Potter "The Boy Who Lived", and the beginning of the legend of Hadrian Sirius Black "The Serpent Lord"