What if Harry Potter never went to Hogwarts because he never got his letter because the Dursleys never keep him at the age of fifth teen months of age he was turned out on to the streets with the hope he would just perish. Now at fifth teen what would he be like?
Chapter 0ne Past and Present
A small group of kids slipped through the down town London streets the were dirty and smelt like they had been left to fester among the dead and dying and in truth they had. These were the lowest of the low in society even by street standards they were the rats they had no use or propose. Leading this rag tag group was a boy with messy hair and brilliant green eyes he had always been there showing others like him how to survive and live.
"clear" can a reedy voice of the first child as he peered around a corner to check an alley for the gang of thugs that' had sent them scurrying for safety three days ago. There was a collective sigh as the rest came in to the alley that was there home. The group spread out and bunked down for the night for hopefully they would not be disturbed.
A 1000 miles away in a great castle that over looked a dark forest and a great lake and nestled among the high lands of Scotland a secrete meeting was taking place in the headmasters office.
"Dumbledore what is these meeting about you said it was an emergency when you fire called" inquired Arthur Wesley as he sat holding his wife hand.
"has there been another raid?" this question can from Remus the poor man had never really recovered from the death of James and Lily and betrayal of Sirius then with the disappearance of Harry he was a broken man.
"I found him" was all the wizened head master had to say before the order broke in with question and concerns.
"Is it really him?"
"Alive and well even after all these years"
"How and where"
The old head master held up his hands to stop the barge of questions
"I will tell you but please I am not sure of all the details.
15 years ago on Nov. 1st 1980
Petunia Dursley day started out very normal in fact so normal that when she went to get the milk from the front porch she nearly fainted at the sight of the small bundle on the steps, After hurriedly picking up the small bundle she rushed in to the kitchen where she shrieked for Vernon her overlarge size of a killer whale husband.
"VERNON VERNON GET DOWN HERE"
"coming" called Vernon as he thumped his way down the stairs in the kitchen where his overwrought wife stood eyeing the bundle on the table as if it were a bomb about ready to go off.
"what is that" He spat out at the bundle on the table.
"hers" was the only word she said.
"well get rid of it drown or dump it I don't care remove it or I will" He snarled down at his shocked wife. The healthy wail of the Dursley own son broke through the deadly silence in the room. As Petunia left the room to go fetch her own child she looked Vernon in the eye and said. "Do what ever you want with the child I don't care if it lives or dies" As she Ascended the stairs she heard the front door open and close as Vernon took the bundle that was her sisters child away.
Some Where in London Nov 1st 1980
Vernon thought about leaving the child in a orphanage but they asked questions and kept records. Upon passing a deserted alley he pulled in and garbed the bundle holding the child and tossed it in to a half full dumpster. With in Minutes of Vernon Driving away a black dog jumped in after the child and disappeared with the child not to be seen for 14 long years.