Harry Potter, eighteen birthday on the streets

( All characters are at least eighteen)

Harry James Potter was miserable, looking over his life was staying something. Everything since he was born he knew nothing but hardship and loneliness. His parents where drunks that died in a car accident, well that's what his aunt and uncle told him. He knew they where lying to him but said nothing. His aunt and uncle treated him like a **** for his entire life. Making him do all the house work, gardening and countless other tasks. If he did do them to his aunt's and uncle's standards he was beaten. They barely ever feed him and he was **** to live in a cabinet under the stairs. They did allow him to go to school, well school for delinquents. They sent him his cousin to the finest schools they could afford. His cousin also made his live a living hell, as he and his friends would routinely best anyone who tries to befriend him. He never given gifts for any holiday, even his birthday.

Which why he was in an alcove in and alley as it was pouring down rain. Since it was his eighteen birthday. His uncle said it was no longer their responsibility to take care of him. So after one final beating he then toss out of the house with only the clothes on his back.

Harry was shivering from the cold ad dampness, as he tried to stay warm. He sighed as his glass where fogy. He didn't know why he was made to suffer like this. Suddenly he say a flash of light and pop from down an alley. Against his better judgement he went to investigate. Luckily, the area where the light came from had small roof over head. As he looked around he saw some smoke and looked down. The smoke was coming from a white leather journal laying on the ground. He slowly stepped closer and picked it up. He noticed both a pen and eraser connected to the journal.

His first thought was maybe he could pawn it. As it looked expensive. Yet, something told him to opened it up.

Greetings Harry James Potter, said the first lines on a page. Harry looked around, he thought this was a prank or something. After a minute of no one coming out of any hiding places he went back to reading the page. This journal, the called The Master of Fate. Starting on the next page, will be your fate in novel form. Now knowing your fate isn't all this journal can do. No, the attracted pen and eraser will allow you to rewrite your fate. Also this journal with have a glossary of people, items and places. Which you can also change at your pleasure.

If you're wondering why the powers that be have gifted you such an item. You Harry James Potter have a wonderful destiny ahead of you but there are forces both obvious and not. That are aligned against you. Both people calming to be your friends and people standing against you, harbor ill will towards. They're the reason you where placed with your aunt and uncle and told nothing of your destiny. So the powers that be decided you needed something to give you an edge and here it is. One final thing, don't worry about someone else stealing this journal and using it against you. The journal have powerful magic protections on it. So only you can use it and even seeing the journal is beyond anyone.

Harry closed the journal as he thought about what he just reed. It seems crazy, like something out a story. There was nothing special about him. He was just ordinary person. That's what his aunt and uncle told him every day, during every beating. He couldn't be some long lost hero or champion. That chosen one stuff was only in fairy tales. Yet, he tried to explain this journal away but couldn't. So he opened it up once again and started reading.

The first chapter was about earlier today. It had everything about his final beating and everything. Harry was shocked how did this journal knew about it. He thought he was going crazy but didn't there. No, soon it told about how he wondered in the cold rain and how he found the journal. Now Harry was confused. Then as he reed more, he learned a half giant named Hagrid will come on a flying motorcycle. He said he was sent to find him by someone called Dumbledore. That he was a wizard, the last of the Potter line. An ancient and noble wizarding house. Hagrid was here to take to a place called The Leaky cauldron for the night. Then he escort him around Diagon Alley the next morning to get his supplies for Hogwarts, the finest wizarding school in all Isles. The rest of the chapter was just Hagrid taking him to The Leaky cauldron and Harry entering his room.

Harry closed the journal, but as he did he heard the sounds of a motorcycle. He looked around but saw nothing but he looked up. Then his jaw dropped a flying motorcycle landed close to him. On the bike was a giant of a man with a long bushy bread. The giant slowly got off the motorcycle and looked at him.

"Harry Potter, don't be scared. My name is Hagrid. I'm the grounds keeper at Hogwarts. I been sent to pick you up by nothing the headmaster himself Dumbledore." Said Hagrid, smiling.

Harry was in complete shock to say the least. Everything that the journal said was coming true. He still thought he was going crazy. Luckily he already knew what Hagrid was going to say, as he was so lost in thought about what is happening. Since he really didn't have any other options, he decided to go with Hagrid. After all he would be at least getting a room out of it.

So after arriving at The Leaky Cauldron and getting room. Hagrid left him but said he would be back tomorrow morning to help him go shopping. Harry locked the door and started reading the rest of the journal. He needed to know what his fate was and what needed to be changed.