Harry Potter was a normal boy with a very abnormal past and present. He was only 5 years old but this little boy could do magic. Of course this is not what the little boy thought he was doing. No, that thought never crossed his mind. He just thought he was the freak that his aunt and uncle said he was. One very normal day in the house hold of the Dursley’s Harry woke to the sounds of yelling this was not uncommon but what they were fighting about was uncommon. They were fighting about magic, In the Dursley’s house hold you never spoke of magic. You never spoke of anything abnormal. But this day they were yelling about it. Harry not really thinking at all stepped out of his ‘bedroom’ cupboard and went into the kitchen to proceed to cook breakfast for his relatives. What he did not expect was a the back of his uncles hand to hit him in the face. He stumbled and fell over.
“BOY,” yelled Vernon. “What are you doing in here.” Harry not really sure what to say stayed quite for the time being. “I said what are you doing in here, out of your room.” he yelled once again.
“I-im just going to cook breakfast.” Harry said trying to make sure his uncle wont hit him again. “I-im sorry.” he said, backing out of the kitchen to go back to his room. Harry was very used to his uncle hitting him. What he was not use to was his cuts and bruises healing themselves. That was what his uncle and ant where in the other room talking about. Why Harry could make his cuts and other things to go away when no one else could. His aunt who was always more nice to him then his uncle was came to his cupboard to see if Harry was ok.
“Harry.” she said, quietly. “Are you ok?”
Harry looked at her and nodded. “My head hurts.” he said, squinting from all the pain.
“I will just get you a pain pill.” she said, walking away from the cupboard to the bathroom.
Harry had always loved his Aunt more then his Uncle and Cousin. She always helped him when his uncle hit him. She helped him more then anyone else would. And for that he would always like her more then the other people that he lived with. But she was married to his Uncle Vernon. Harry never got any gifts or anything more then what his basic needs were. His aunt never made to stop that either and he just could not figure out why.
“BOY get out here.” Vernon said, once his aunt had left him with the medicine. Harry jumped out of his cupboard and made his way to the kitchen again. “Cook.” is all he said, when Harry stepped in. “I expect it on the table very soon.” he said, walking out of the kitchen to attend to some business. While Harry was cooking breakfast his aunt watched him. Harry felt very unnerved by this but did not say anything because he knew that if he would speak then his Uncle would come on and hit him again. And he could not have that. He would not get any food either and he needed something to eat he had not eaten in four days. Harry sighed and put the food on the table for when his Uncle and cousin came in and ate.
“Dumbledore,” said Snape as he walked into his office. “We have a problem with the potter boy. He is getting abused by his so called family and I will not stand around and watch it happen.
Dumbledore sighed. “Have a seat my boy.” he said, “Lemon Drop.” he pushed the blasted things toward snape.
“NO. I don’t want a lemon drop. I want you to take Potter out of that bloody house. Place him someplace where he would be safe.” snape said, looking anywhere but the headmaster. “You said, when you placed him there he would be safe. Something about blood protection. Damn it Dumbledore he is not safe. He never was and you knew it. You know he was being bloody abused. Can you believe it ‘The boy who lived’ being beat.” snape snapped looking down at the floor as if he were going to cry at any second. When he looked up again all the emotion was gone and in it’s place was the black depths that was always there. “I will not stand around watching you let that child get abused.” he said, storming off.
Dumbledore sighed and sat in his chair thinking about what he would do and how he would do it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Dursley House Hold~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry had just finished up with his chores and asked his uncle for some food.
“Umm,” he stuttered “Uncle Vernon, can I have some of that left over food that you did not eat?” he asked watching the ground in shame.
Vernon glanced at Harry and snarled in disgust . “You will eat when I tell you to. Now get to your cupboard now before I make you!” he said, Harry glanced at him for another minuet then he ran to the cupboard.
“Vernon don’t you think we should feed the boy.” petunia asked, in barely concealed concern. “He has not ate in a couple days.” she said, looking at Vernon.
Vernon looked at her and sighed. “If you think he deserves it.” he said, putting all the scrapes back on the table. “You deal with him because I would not be able to manage to keep my food down and look at him.” he said, walking out of the room and up the stairs. When she was sure that he was gone she went out to Harry’s cupboard.
“Harry come out and hurry up before Vernon decides that he wants to come back down here. I have some food for you to eat.” she said, lightly rapping on the cupboard door.
Harry opened the door and came out. “Thank you Aunt Petunia.” he said, walking in to the kitchen. But before he could eat she said, “No hunny. It’s here.” she pulled out a plate of food with all the fixings. Harry beamed at her. He hurried up and ate it then did the dishes.
(The name of the story will become apparent in the second chapter..))
BTW.. I do NOT own JKR.. I just play with her characters and put them back when I'm done. _________________
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Last edited by AngelPotter20 on July 22, 2008 7:17 pm; edited 3 times in total
When I think up names for stories I write, I usually use the stongest words or emotions that were used in my story. So my suggestion for a name is what you felt strongly about when you were writing the story. The overall theme I gleaned from the story is taking care of Harry - maybe you could come up with a name based on that theme. _________________ If you miss Harry Potter, read "I Will" over in Flourish & Blotts.
The next day Petunia had gone out with her friends. Harry was really nervous about this because that meant that he was alone in the house with Vernon. And being alone with Vernon meant that he could get hurt, and very badly at that. Harry sighed and stuck his hands back in the dish water. At the present time he was washing dishes and it hurt very badly. Vernon decided to put it on scolding hot water rater then medium like petunia always did. He sighed once again after he finished the last dish. He uncorked the stopper and pulled his hands out of the water. The next thing he knew he was on the ground blacked out.
“BOY, GET UP NOW.” Vernon yelled, starting to become a bit nervous himself. This was not good. The boy usually got himself up after a minuet or two on the ground. This time however the boy did not move. Vernon reached down to touch his neck. So the boy was alive. He proceeded to pick the boy up and take him to his cupboard. As he shut the door to the cupboard her heard the front door open and in walked Petunia. She glanced at him and gave him a weird look before she put her coat up. She then walked into the kitchen and glanced around. She found it very weird that Harry was not in the kitchen making dinner.
“Vernon, Where is Harry?” she asked, looking around.
“Well he was being a right little prick so I sent him to his room.” He said, looking very much like the deranged weird psycho path that he was. “He deserved it.” he finished up storming over to the fridge to get something to eat. What he found there discussed him. “There is nothing in this.. This thing.” he said, his vain turning purple. “We need to go out tonight. Leave the boy.” he said, storming out of the kitchen. Petunia sighed and followed him out of the door.
“Dudley hun, we are going out to eat tonight.” she said, at the bottom of the stairs. Dudley stormed down the stairs and out the door to the car where Vernon was already seated. She was planning on checking Harry before she left but the moment she was about to open the door Vernon yelled for her to hurry up because he was starving. She sighed and left the house.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~meanwhile in the cupboard~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry was still out because it would seem that Vernon had hit him very hard indeed. Harry himself was in some sort of dream. It was about a pale boy, he had never even met this boy before but it seemed to Harry that he should know him. Something about him comforted him and made him relax in his sleep. Instead of trashing around as he would normally do when Vernon hit him, he was laying still in his room. That in itself was very weird. The dream it self was very weird. Harry was outside at a playground paying on the swings. He really did not know how he got here or why he was there but he was there. The next thing he knew was that this boy was swinging next to him telling him that it would be ok and that he would be safe. He also told harry that his father hit him too and sooner or later they both would be just fine. He felt sure of this because in just six short years he would be getting away from his family for most of they year. Of course, Harry only being five years old he really did not understand what this dream meant or why he was having it. He just new that for once in his life he felt content.
--------------------------------------Malfoy Manner----------------------------------------------------
Draco Malfoy, on the outside, was a spoiled rotten child, on the inside he wanted out he did not like the way everyone treated him because of his last name. He did not want to follow in his fathers footsteps. But being five years old he had to make it seem like he did not know what was going on. Draco was a very smart child, because he knew much more then he let on. It was like he was an adult stuck in a Childs body. He sighed and pulled the covers up over himself. The next thing he knew he was dreaming. The dream itself was not out of the ordinary, it they were pretty normal as far as his dreams went. The only thing that was weird about this particular dream was that he was talking to a green eyed boy who seemed to be lost. He told him that everything was going to be alright and all he had to do was wait for a couple more years and everything would be just fine. He had this feeling that he knew this boy and that he was sent to help him for some reason. After he told the boy what he needed to know Draco woke up quite suddenly as if someone shook him hard. He looked around to see what it was.
“Young master.” Dobby said,. “Master is wanting Dobby to come get you.” he said, looking nervous.
“Alright Dobby.” Draco said, smiling at him. Draco was always nice to Dobby when every they were alone. He hated hurting them. Once Draco was showered and dressed he walked out of the room to go to the breakfast room.
“Draco,” Lucius nodded once Draco came into the room.
“Son sit down.” he said, “Your mother wants to take you to some muggle park.” he said, sounding disgusted. “I don’t know why and I tried to tell her that I forbid it but she said that showing you how they are will turn you off of them. “Which cant be a bad thing.” he said to himself. “Ok, I have decided that you can go.” he said. The next thing that Draco knew he was at the park..
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Dursley Household~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry Potter had woken up with a smile on his face. The first time in his short life he had actually woken with a smile. When Harry got out of his cupboard the Dursleys were in the kitchen fighting once again. This time they were fighting about weather Harry should go to the park with them or not.
“We cant leave him here he would ruin the house.” Petunia said, with a frown on her face. “He’s only five years old Vernon.” she said, hoping that he would take the bait.
“Cant we just send him to that old Figgs house?” he asked, it was more of a whine then anything.
“She’s sick.” was her only reply.
“Well your right we cant leave him here.” he said, sounding mad. “Just make sure he does not do any of that weird stuff.”
“VERNON.” she said, making it sound like she was mad at him for saying that when in reality she could not care at all. She was actually very fascinated with magic ever since that snape boy had befriended her sister. She just put up the front that she hated it because she loved Vernon and did not want him to leave her.
“Ok go get the boy and tell him to get ready.” he said, walking out of the kitchen. Harry had to hurry up and close his cupboard because he did not want his uncle to change his mind.. Harry was happy. He was going to the park he seen the park but had never gone there.
“Aunt Petunia and Uncle will have to let me play. There are just to many people around.” he thought to himself. _________________
"You lied to me."
"I got a jar of dirt!"
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OMG. I'm so sorry about not updating in awhile.. I still have to write the chapter.. My dad was/is in the hospital all this week and I had no time to do it.. I will get it done as soon as possible. _________________
"You lied to me."
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