Prologue: It begins

The little boy had not taken out the trash. Really, he should have known better. How could he have forgotten? He did that chore every Wednesday! He deserved the slap that was waiting for him at the door, right when he was leaving for school.

He couldn't be fooled though. He saw the other kids' parents, he knew there was a better place for him somewhere. The Dursleys must have also known, because he wasn't to talk to any of those people. Ever. They wouldn't understand.

He remembered that time when he was almost seven years old. He had broken his left arm as he was trying to reach the nice silver, at the very top of a very high (at the time) kitchen cabinet. The trip to the hospital had been a nightmare. Let's just say he knew not to "cause a scene" now.

So now he was taking out the trash. He left cheek stung a little bit, still red from Aunt Petunia's slap. As he was trying to lift the said trash bag, he stumbled and fell. The bag ripped open and buried Harry of its content. Now what was going happen? His aunt would be furious. He got up and tried to put everything on the trashcan before his family found out and put it near the end of the driveway, so that the garbage man could take it easily.

"Hey son! Do you need help?"

Harry turned around to see a plump man, looking at him with concern.

"Ah, no sir, I'm fine. Thank you."

"Such a polite young man, really, your parents raised you well. Do you need a change? My car is right here, if you need it."

Harry looked past the man and saw his car. Like the stranger, the car was small and covered in purple. This was not good. The Dursleys had warned him about these men. They took boys off the street, never to be seen again.

"No thank you. I'm fine" Harry said, his voice shakier then he would have liked.

The boy turned around, facing the house, ready to soon take a dash, but soon hands were circling around his waist and mouth. He was quickly taken to the car, never to be seen again.

The boy didn't even have the time to see an owl, gently floating to his Aunt and Uncle's house, a letter in hand.