Harry Potter and The Boy Who Lived

Authors Note: This wont be a complete retelling of Harry Potter, you'll find out during the prologue. The best way to describe this story is that it takes place in a world that is completely alternate from the canonverse. You'll see some nods to canon but the story will undoubtedly shift as it goes on.

Chapter 1

"Nothings The Same Anymore"

Another sleepless night. But he didn't scream, or yell. It was the same nightmare. One of his mother being killed. Then a tall shadowed figure loomed over him, raising out its skeletal fingers, then he wakes up before a flash of green light erupted from his hand..

Its 3:00AM and Harry is upstairs in his room, meditating. A relax technique that helps calm him down. He heard a door open slightly, he peeked to see his cousin Violet creeping in. Closing the door behind her. Violet Dursley, the younger sister of Saffron. Which makes her the middle child when you add Harry into the equation.

She noticed Harry levitating from his bed."Wicked! I was wondering when you'd catch up. Another nightmare"

Harry, glanced down at the bed, then nods."The same one"

"Well, I'm here to help you fight it."

"You really don't have"

"Would you do the same, in my position?"

"Without question"

"Then why are we having this debate" Violet smiled, climbing up on the bed, then meditated. She floats up till she's at levitating level with Harry.

"So...based on our abilities, are we superheroes?" Harry asked

"I was going to say Jedi"

Harry scoffed."Superheroes are more awesome than Jedi's"

"Don't make me smother you"