A mix up causes an infant Harry Potter to be left at the doorstep of the Dursley 's neighbour Ben Helsing decedent of Van Helsing the greatest monster hunter in history . It is now eleven years and Harry receives his invitation to Hogwarts . [ WP ]

Harry held the letter with unsteady hands, reading it again and again. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He never would have thought it could happen. 
 
 He could n't tell his dad, he just would n't understand. Instead he started to concoct a plan, one that would let him attend. 
 
 Even though he was sent away every year for school white his father.... worked.... that did n't mean there was n't someone keeping an eye on him. 
 
 Harry knew that at the very least he could sneak away for a year and find someone to take pity on him and take him in. He knew he could n't talk to his dad about it. He would never understand. 
 
 Harry rose from his place by thy front door and tried to move as stealthily as he could back through the house and towards the basement stairs. When he passed by the door to the kitchen he smelled tobacco and stopped dead. 
 
 `` Hello Harry.'' Ben Helsing said from his seat at the table. `` What are you still doing up?'' The question was loaded and Harry knew it. He should have been in bed hours ago. 
 
 `` I... was...'' he hated the hesitation and even though it only lasted a second Ben jumped on it. 
 
 `` You were reading the letter. `` The words were soft but Harry flinched regardless. His dad knew. 
 
 `` I was just looking.'' He lied, his mind racing for some kind of excuse. 
 
 `` It's fine.'' Harry saw that Ben was playing with something as he spoke and after a moment he recognized it as an umbrella, red he thought. 
 
 `` It is? `` he asked tentatively. 
 
 `` Of course.'' His dad said with a smile. `` After all you're going to be starting classes next fall.'' Harry could hardly believe his luck, and for a moment he let his heart soar. 
 Ben stood then and walked around to stand before Harry, squatting down and placing his free arm on the boy's shoulder. Harry could see now that the umbrella was n't red, but pink. He only had thought it was red because of the blood that covered it. He felt his dreams die once more. 
 
 `` And you and I are going to take it apart from the inside out.'' The smile on Ben's face was evil, and Harry felt tears begin to well. 
 
 He found himself wondering, as his father filled him I'm on their plans the same thing he had thought of so many times if late. He sometimes wished that Ben was n't his father, and it made him feel guilty. Sometimes he even thought of living with the couple next door. Their son was big and could keep Harry safe and they always looked so happy. Only one door down and things could have been so different. 
 
 Harry wiped his tears away, his thoughts firmly entrenched in a fantasy world where he had been born as a Dursley at number four, privet drive. 

