I don't own Harry Potter

Prologue

Harry yawned as he stared at the inside of his cupboard.

"Boy! Get up and cook breakfast!" yelled his Aunt Petunia. She rattled the door for good measure. Harry grumbled.

"Why can't she do it for once?"

"What was that?" asked Aunt Petunia sharply.

"Nothing!"

"It's my Dudley's special day and I don't want it ruined."

Harry listened to her feet pattering into the kitchen before hurriedly putting his rags... he meant clothes on.

"Everyone knows that he's a bully and that I keep my grades down. I go to the library every time I can." Harry just loved to mutter insults about his so called family. "He should go on a diet."

He quietly walked into the kitchen before starting to cook. The table was covered in presents so he had limited space in which to do so but he managed.

Harry glanced out the window to see a girl in a red and white striped top, black trousers with a white belt, brown trainers and dark blue hair which reached half way down her back. There was a pair of headphones around her neck and a camera case attached to her belt. There was, for some reason, a black string around her neck. She seemed to be about 15. The most important thing was her golden eyes. They were mesmerising. She gave him a thumbs up. The rest of his family didn't seem to have seen her.

"What are you doing boy?" asked Uncle Vernon sharply as he noticed Harry looking out the window. "And comb your hair!"

"Thought I saw something." Harry turned back to the cooking. He had long since learned not to mention anything to do with magic which he assumed he had considering that his 'family' tried to beat something out and that his mum was, apparently, a freak. Not to mention he could remember everything that had happened to him since he was born. He had also been practicing at night.

Dudley stomped into the kitchen and counted his presents. "Thirty six. That's two less than last year."

Petunia quickly consoled him with an offer of two more presents when she went out and a present that was hidden. Harry sniggered at the scene but turned it into a cough as Vernon glared at him.

Dudley started to rip into his presents as the phone rang. Petunia picked it up, listened and returned with a slightly pale face.

"Bad news. Mrs Figg can't take him as she broke her leg."

Dudley looked stunned but Harry had a slight smile. This time would be different. He could tell. He glanced out the window. The girl was still there. She winked.

"We could phone Marge," suggested Vernon.

"She won't take him."

"What about your friend? Yvonne?"

"On holiday."

"I won't do anything. Promise," said Harry. The two adults glared at him as the bell rang. Petunia panicked and nearly ran to the door.

"Any funny business, any at all, and you'll be stuck in that cupboard from now until Christmas," threatened Vernon. Hurry rolled his eyes. He knew that he's be let out long before then. His family couldn't cope without their slave to do their chores.

Later

Harry frowned. He had a strange feeling that he was being followed. The girl he had seen earlier had joined up with what seemed to be a family. Apart from that, he had an excellent day at the zoo. The only thing that had happened was that he spoke to a snake and accidentally let it loose. For that, he was stuck in the cupboard after a rather nasty punch. He winced just as the bell went.

"Who could that be," muttered Petunia as she opened the door. "Hello?"

"We're here for one Harry Potter," said a female in a Greek accent.

"There is no one here with that name," said Petunia sharply.

"We know he is," said another person, also female with a Greek accent. "I checked. And I know that one of us has seen him here. We're here to take him off your hands. Permanently."

There was a long pause.

"Take him. Him and his unnaturalness."

Harry couldn't believe his ears. Someone was here, for him? But he hadn't done anything to be noticed. He thought so anyway. Footsteps stopped outside the cupboard door.

"You keep him in a cupboard?" asked another person. "You can come out Harry."

He pushed on the door and peered out. One of the unfamiliar people was the girl he had seen. Another was a girl with silver hair in pigtails who was wearing a white shirt, a red jacket, blue jeans, brown boots and a sword. She was about 15. The last was a girl with brown hair held back with a pink hair band. She had tons of freckles and black framed glasses and wore a light blue blouse, blue jeans and red trainers. She looked about 16.

"You're the people I saw at the zoo," said Harry as he screeched. "Why are you here?"

"To offer you a place at our school," said the first girl he had seen. "We can take you away from here."

She offered him her hand. Harry looked at her, unsure.

"You can trust us. We only want to help. We have an offer for a school placement for you. A special school. Besides, would you rather stay here?"

Harry took her hand and she smiled.

Several hours and a long plane ride later

"So this is Greece?" asked Harry as they walked out the airport. "How did you get us on the plane anyway? And will I need to learn Greek?"

"We have our ways," said the silver haired girl. "And yes, you'll learn Greek along with other stuff.

"What are your names anyway? I never got them."

"We'll explain when we get to our destination," said the silver haired girl again as she nudged Harry. "You are a looker for your age though."

"Maria!"

Maria groaned and stared at the blue haired girl. Harry looked between them, confused.

Another long trip

"This place is amazing," said Harry as he looked at the displays. The three girls had taken him on a long walk through Athens before passing through an innocuous archway which revealed massive buildings.

"Come on," said Maria as she dragged him into another room with two other teens. "You have to meet the others."

Harry looked at the two teens. He remembered them as being the last members of the group he had seen. One had dark pink hair held in ponytails. She wore a red dress and tights, ballet flats, a large ribbon around her waist and a white cape as well as a mask around her neck. She held a cane and looked 18.

The other was 13 and had light purple hair. She wore a purple short-sleeved top with white sleeves, purple jeans with a yellow belt and yellow trainers along with a golden cat collar. Harry started at her purple, cat-like ear and tail.

"Will you please tell me what's going on?"

The 18-year-old sighed and looked at the three girls with him. "Melody, please tell me you gave him the letter."

The blue haired girl sniggered and grinned. "You know how I am with orders Crysta."

Crysta rolled her eyes. "Always the free spirit."

"You still haven't told me your names," said Harry as he listened to the conversation.

"That's right," said Maria. "I'm Maria Wild, this is Melody Caine, Dora Falcon, Zoe Vale and Crysta Leonardo."

She pointed at each person as she introduced them.

"And we are the Muses."