The Boy Born To Suffer

by EnchantedHistory

Summary:

The war was destroying them, destroying them all, tearing them apart piece by piece. They were hollow bodies roaming the land without purpose, shadows of what they once were; what they could of been. Souls filled with despair, only getting worse as more were lost.

Yet, when the killing curse rebounds of a baby and in return, killing the dark lord, hope returns. But, nobody thought of what happened to that child, parents dead, godfather supposedly insane and no family remaining. The truth was, he ended up with muggle relatives who despised his very existence, growing up in a household of hatred and suffering the lasting effects of the killing curse.

Chapter 1: Tragedy and Happiness

Harry James Potter believed the only purpose of his existence was to simply suffer.

His parents died when he was fifteen months old. According to his aunt they were drunk addicts who deserved to die in that accident, irresponsible young parents with an ‘accidental’ baby. Yet, he never quite believed her, she lied often, like when she’d apologise and comfort him after she’d strike him, claiming she loved him. But somehow, deep down, he knew she wasn’t telling the truth. She would never love him, and most certainly not as much as she loved ‘her precious Dudley’. It was almost worse than when his uncle beat him, he never apologised, barely even acknowledged him, unless he needed him to do something for him. Harry almost preferred it that way.

Worst of all though, were the flare ups he’d have almost monthly. He didn’t know what they were, he never would, he wasn’t allowed to see a doctor, and he most likely never would. His aunt claimed it was just lasting affects from the car crash he’d suffered at a young age and that was it, there was nothing further to it. He suffered his worst beatings during these times, especially when it came to the extent that he couldn’t even get out of bed, no not bed, he didn’t have a bed, the aged mattress he had on the cupboard floor was the closest it got. The injuries only really made it worse, but Vernons anger over Petunia having to cook and do chores (that he shouldn’t have been doing anyway) overruled any sense he had, if any at all.

And that was Harry Potter’s life for almost a decade, until one summer, everything changed.

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One day, on a summer morning of 1991, in Little Whinging, Surrey, an owl flew through the streets, turning onto Privet Drive, rows and rows of identical houses obscured the view. The owl had an odd envelope clasped to its ankle, loopy handwriting on aged parchment, a wax seal enclosing the letter inside, it almost seemed trapped in the past, lost in history. But, the owl seemed to have no reaction to letter, it looked almost familiar for the animal, in fact, it seemed to have a destination, dropping down low and landing on the window sill of 4 Privet Drive, awaiting the presence of Harry Potter to deliver the invitation it held. Not knowing what was to come, and how many times this owl, and many others would have to deliver that exact same letter, to that very same house, to that very same boy who was oblivious as to why couldn’t open that letter, oblivious to what was in it, how it would change his life for the better. It was his letter, the only possession he ever remembered having that was truly his, and he couldn’t even have it.

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On that same day, many miles away, a similar owl, with a similar letter, arrived at an impressive manor by the Welsh coast. But, this time the owl wasn’t turned away, and no more had to arrive after it. In fact, a young boy with golden-brown hair, sparkling hazel eyes, and an almost sickly pale complexion practically dashed to collect the letter from the owls thin leg, giving it a small pat as it left. Then, an older man entered the room, looking so similar yet so different to the young boy, smiling gently at the expression of excitement on the boys face as he tore into the letters, excitedly reading through it. 

The boy looked up only just noticing his presence, and seeming to have managed to stable his emotions, hesitantly asked when they could go to Diagon Alley to collect his new supplies. Eager for the seven years of joy and collecting knowledge ahead of him. His father responded, “Maybe in a week or two, it will be less busy then, Theodore” 

The boy, now known as Theodore, beamed brightly, “Of course father.”

Theodore Adonis Nott lived a happy life, raised by his parents until his mothers tragic death due to terminal illness when he was seven, but his father did his best and he’d hardly ever had reason to not be happy. He had all his fathers features, but all his mothers colouring, but, some days, he could tell it pained his father to look at him, seeing his wife’s eyes staring back, and it pained Theodore in return.

But now, he was starting Hogwarts, anticipating the knowledge he could acquire, and the friendships he would make along the way that would, hopefully, last until he took his last breath.

 

Notes:

This chapter is only short and definitely not the best thing I’ve ever wrote, this is my first fic of an idea I’ve had for a while and only really posted on a whim. I don’t expect this to get much attention, if any. I’ll probably post again soon as it is the school holiday, I’m not sure when specifically though. I have no plan for this, or if I ever even plan to finish this. I’ll probably be happy even if only one person reads this and likes it. But if you read this I really hope you enjoyed it, and don’t worry the chapters will definitely be longer! I will say though, I get distracted very easily and cannot keep to one task, so depending on my devotion that day, chapters will most likely vary greatly in length.

Please feel free to comment and leave kudos, but don’t feel as if you have too. I’d love to hear people’s opinions and ideas/suggestions of how they’d like this story to go.

Also as for the chronic illness tag, it will not be a proper illness, it seemed like the best way to explain the periods of pain Harry suffers due to how the killing curse affected him. Also I will do research for autistic Theo, it is a headcanon I personally have, and if write anything that isn’t accurate or could possibly be offensive, please do let me know. The wandlore tag is something that greatly interests me and I will most certainly research on for this fic. Kinda thinking about making Harry and Theo have a wand connection instead of Harry and Voldemort but idk. Depends how it goes I guess.

Chapter 2: Not a chapter, sorry, but an update.

I fear I have been struck by the ao3 curse. Lowkey forgot I started this and found it accidentally a few months ago when I was trying to change my settings.. anyways I was going to start writing again and realised I lost all of my plans so..I have nothing! Was going to start over but then developed a corneal ulcer and was blind for a bit. I will do my best to update, though I will not make any promises. I’ve been struggling a lot recently, and I think starting this again might help. If I do update again, it will not be for atleast a few weeks.