A boy sat in his room, looking at the door and hoping his uncle wouldn't come. Now, this is not uncommon for most kids, specially a seven year old but there were a number of things that made this abnormal and would cause anyone to worry. The first point of interest was that he showed intense fear and dislike. The next point of interest is that his room was a cupboard and finally, the boy was injured all over his body. But, he was used to it by now, his relatives haven't been gentle to him since he was 2. His uncle had been beating him since he was six and supposedly, had no excuse for not being able to do the impossible chores his uncle assigns. Who was this boy? Well, his name was Harry Potter and his relatives were the Durselys.
Harry lifted his arm with a groan to pick up a toy he had managed to get years ago from the sidewalk. It was a stuffed dragon that was a beautiful white that had been abandoned on the street before but was now hidden in a corner of the cupboard that had loose floorboards. He had been playing with it forever, imagining that he was a prisoner in a foreign land and someday, he and his faithful companion Hakuryuu would escape and live with far away relatives. It was a very special toy, it never seemed to get dirty, looked very alive compared to most stuffed toys and it felt familiar. But right now, he just needed the comfort his stuffed toy could give him.
He continued to try and reach it, his arms protesting and feeling like they were ripping as he moved them. He stopped for a moment to bare the pain then braced him and reached again. Right as he was about to clutch it, he heard his uncle's lumbering steps and hid his toy again rather quickly for being so severely injured.
"Boy!" his uncle literally roared, shaking the stairs. " Get out now, your chores aren't finished and you'll get a worse beating if you don't come out!" Harry tried to shakily get up and almost succeeded before collapsing on the floor again. Harry winced and closed his eyes expecting a bad beating to come from this minor act of seeming defiance. He had always come when his uncle called to avoid severe injuries and he hadn't ever been so beat up that he couldn't go to his uncle til now. He wasn't even registered with the school system or anywhere, apparently, he didn't exist. So, his uncle beat on him more and more in a steady increase because nobody cared it seems. None of his possible relatives have even come to check on him in all this time. So now, he knew he was going to get beat up bad.
Harry had been right, his not coming out of the cupboard like he was asked to do had caused a bad beating. He assessed his injuries, wincing as he felt a crack in two of his ribs. A bone was sticking out of his leg but that was all he could tell. His eyes were too swollen too see his injuries and Harry knew from experience that he was too injured to try to feel the rest of them. He heard rustling in the cupboard and a soft but concerned kyuu before he fell unconscious.
-- At Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.-
An old man with a long white beard and hair sat at a desk asleep til he heard a soft keeling from one of the instruments nearby. He jerked awake and checked to see which instrument it was. To his fright, it was one of the instruments concerning Harry Potter. The old man contacted one person and sat back in his desk nervously. When the man arrived he noticed the old man's nervousness.
"Severus" The old man said "I need for you to check on Harry Potter tomorrow."
"Albus, I can not, I have a potion brewing that would be ruined if I were to leave." Severus told him sternly "Besides, why should I have to check on a spoiled brat like Harry potter."
"Severus, do not judge before you see him." Albus told him solemnly "Also, I called you because I knew you had no prior engagements." Severus grumbled.
"Fine, I'll go check on the brat at lunch tomorrow." He told the old man "But I better get the phoenix blood and tears you said you'd get me a month ago..
"Very well Severus." Albus told him as he left the office. Then he sighed. "I hope you are alright Harry."
-In the cupboard-
A blinding light that alternated between red, green, yellow and white surrounded the body of Harry while showing mostly through his eyes. His eyes were open at the influx of energy as his body changed. The white dragon that had formerly been a stuffed animal looked at the young boy worriedly and kept nearby with his eyes never looking away from Harry's body. He didn't want to lose him again.