I do not own any of Harry Potter. That would be J.K Rowling. However I do hope that everyone enjoys this Fic. This is a AU, and characters will be OOC. If you have already read the first few Chapter please reread as it has changed.

Pounding filled the air, startling the young boy up.

"BOYYY! GET UP AND CLEAN THIS MESS YOU MADE!" was raged through the door. Whimpering the boy struggled to get up. Not fast enough as the door was ripped open and a large meaty hand reached in grabbing him by the throat and thrown from the cupboard that was his room. Roughly grabbing his greasy mess of black hair was a mountain of flesh that had a glint of pleasure in its eyes. "CLEAN THAT MESS UP!" he roared at the struggling boy as he tossed him into the kitchen where food and drink had spilled. Reaching for a towel he was kicked in the ribs, curling up in pain as he coughed up small amount of blood. "Not with a towel. Eat it like the vermin you are freak." the mountain ordered grinning manically. The boy compiled, struggling not to throw up at the rotten food. Once done he had completed the order he couldn't stop his body from rejecting the vile substance. Throwing it up onto the whale in front of him. A outraged roar was heard and he was backhanded, dazed he barley saw the glint of steel, though he felt pressure dragged across his throat. Red filled the air and his body couldn't take it anymore. Passing out he felt free at last.

Blood filled the air, Vernon was pleased with himself. His wife was out with their son for few more hours, giving him time to clean the mess and say the boy had ran away. Suddenly he couldn't move. A shadow stood above the boy, the slice to the throat healing and his skin picking color up again. Struggling to stop what ever was taking place then to flee as the Shadow turned to face him. It straightened until it was seven feet tall, it was bulky, and even though the man couldn't see its eyes he knew it was staring at him.

"You shall not touch this boy again." the words quite and flowed smooth like honey as Vernon started to shake. Pain started to flooded his body, images off all the beatings he had given the young boy from his view flashing before his eyes, along with his sanity. It stopped suddenly, leaving him shaking still in place as his body heaved out its contents. "This. Is. Your. Only," the shadow leaned until it was direclty in his face the smell of rot wafting over him, "Warning. Any other harm comes to him directly from you or your child and wife, and I will come and collect your essence to torment for thousands of years before Death can collect you from me." Straightening the shadow looked at the boy seeing that he was healed and would be ok for now. Looking back at the fat man he traced a pattern in the air, it floated until it touched the mans hand. Unable to howl in pain he looked in fear as the symbol burned itself into the back of his left hand.

"A reminder of today." Suddenly the shadow was gone, leaving the two alone, Vernon collasping as he gasped. Shortly his family arrived, his wife found them both sitting there and demanded what had happened.

Six Years Later

The young boy flipped the bacon followed by the fried eggs. In a few moments later he had them plated and set in front of his tormentors. Head down he backed away and sat on the floor in he kitchen waiting for the signal that he was to come and clean the table. Stomach growling at the smell of food wafting from the dining room table. Hearing the silverware being put down and the residents leave the room he quickly got up and entered the room, picking the dishes up and taking them to the sink he quickly went back to the table to clean it before the whale came back into the dining room. Finishing the table off he was turning around as the man came in. "YOU DARE TO SLACK OFF!" he roared, flinching the boy waited for the rest of the verbal abuse. It had been like this since the night Vernon had taken it to far. He thought he was going to die, was happy with it really. However he woke the next mornings and the beatings had stopped. It didn't matter much since he was still overworked, barley feed, and verbally abused. He was not allowed to go outside when others could see him, and denied the ability to go to school It was his place, as a freak and a vermin, to accept that he was their slave a consequence for them taking him in their unfair life. His duty as a burden to make their life better by being used. After more shouting he cleaned up the mess that was caused from the interruption and went into the kitchen. Disposing of the trash he did dishes. Finishing his chores in the house he went outside and did those. Going back into the house he went to his cell under the stair case and waited for them to call him for another mess sure to happen. Week later nothing had changed for the boy, this day though he woke feeling as if the world was holding its breathe, felt different. The air held a tension that wasn't there before and his body was almost singing. Ignoring it he exited his cupboard before anyone woke up and entered the kitchen, starting the breakfast today. Pancakes with omelets, ham, and hash browns. Setting up plates and pouring their drinks he prepared the table waiting for his tormentors to wake up and be fed. As he was loading the plates up they had finally stumbled down the stars and sat down, food being placed in front of them. "I want coffee." The whale informed, digging into his food. Quickly getting the man coffee he heard the mail come in and went to get it. Going though the mail to sort it he noticed two letters that where for someone new. Looking at them he grasped his head in pain as the words "Harry James Potter" became understandable. After the pain passed a whisper of a voice passed through his head, realizing that he was Harry James Potter the went by the living room and slid his two letters under his door, taking the rest of the mail into the dinning room and handing them to the head of the table. Following his routine he went into his room and hid the letters waiting for when everyone went to bed.

After the day was over and everyone was asleep he sneak out of the cupboard with his letters. One was a old style envelop with a red wax seal and what he assumed as a address. Stuffing the other into his shirt he opened the other letter. He suddenly felt heat wash over him and blacked out. A explsion swept through the house with green flames. Harry disappeared with a loud pop as the house was wiped off the map. The authorties deemed it accident due to a huge gas leak, leaiving the family of three dead.

Waking up in pain Harry looked around. Seeing he was in a bed and his body was protesting the softness of the mattress he tried to get up but could not.

"You must rest." a softly spoken voice said. Looking over he saw a man in a suit sitting, reading a book. Black hair was sleeked back and there was a cane next to him. The cane had a ornament of a sun and moon circling each other, looking little more closely he realized that they where actually moving. "You where burned pretty badly, and will have scars that can not be healed. What every caused that fire was intense." the man spoke as he set the book down and looked at Harry, silver eyes started into the emerald green.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, feeling nervous.

"I do not have a name, but for your sake you can call me Thoth. You Mr. Potter, are a extraordinary young boy. To have lived though all that you have. And now it time for you first step into the life you should have." Getting up he took the can in hand and walked over to Harry. Taking out two letters from his suit he set it down on the bed, "You are a Wizard Harry. People are expecting great things from you, but don't let that shape who you are and the path you wish to do with yourself." Walking towards the door he paused, "I hope to see you again someday, until then." and Thoth walked through the door, that he hadn't opened, as if he had never even been there in the first place. Harry started to wonder if he was dreaming. Yet the letter remained, and taking it up Harry saw that it was the same two letters that he had before. Reading the one that had a address on it he took time to digest everything. The past flashed through his head, but the knowledge gained was also there. Looking at his non-bandaged arm he saw the multitude of scars crossing over it. Angry flared, then settled to despair. A knock was heard from his door before it opened and a tall man with a long white beard and hair. Blue eyes looked out behind a pair of glasses. Intelligence and wisdom showed behind those eyes.

"Ah, you are awake, good, good." the man spoke, digging out a small tin can and opening it, he took a yellow candy and popped it into his mouth, offering the tin to Harry. "Lemon Drop? I find them quite calming." the man inquired, Harry shaking his head and the man put the tin up. Sitting down he the man stared at Harry for a few moments. Getting agitated the boy was about to say something when the man held his hand up.

"Forgive me Harry, I am a old man and fool. My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore, and the Head Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding. I am here to see if you can remember what happened the night of the accident?"

"No sir, it was a normal day for me until the mail came in. I hide the two letters that looked out of place and I felt drawn to. That night I sneak out of the cupboard and opened the letter that looked like this one," he held up the letter that he had just read, "When I suddenly felt heat. I passed out after that."

The older man looked troubled. "Nothing seemed any different to you that day, no people that where out of place, feelings, a sense of forbidding?"

"No sir." he quietly replied. Sudden urge to hide his second letter that was under his covers by his leg hit him. Adjusting his leg he hide it under his thigh, unsure why he did.

"What of the second letter did you open it?"

"No, it," he hesitated for a second," It must of burned with the house as I had stuck it into my shirt." The older man nodded gravely and started off into the wall behind him.

"Harry as I see you have read your letter, would you be willing to come to Hogwarts? If so I will be back in a week to take you to get your supplies. We can also talk some more if you would like as I am sure you have plenty of questions."

"Do you always come to see if a student will come in set a incident?" the boy asked, suspicious of someone he didn't know suddenly taking interest of him, two people that is, withing twenty-four hours.

"Yes, I do. I take serous interest to all future students in these incidents. Though rare that they are. The same for those that prove to strive for the best." Albus replied without any hesitation. Harry looked unsure, but nodded all the same. Looking down he finally sighed.

"Sir, to be honest I would love to come to Hogwarts, to start fresh. Yet I feel I have a inadequacy to do good. I don't know anything, I am unable to do math or write. I can't even read." A tear rolled down his cheek. "With the upbringing I have had I feel like trash."

"Harry, dear boy. What do you mean? I thought that the Dursley's taught you or sent you to school?"

"No, I was never let out of the yard, never saw anyone besides those people. I was burden, am a burden." He started shaking, the room was getting warm, and his anger had returned. "I am glad that they died, I just wished I would of as well."

If you have already read the first few chapters, I had decided to rewrite the story as I didn't like where it was going, it is almost the same, but changed some parts that where going to be signification to how I wanted things to play out. Hope you all enjoy. Please Feel Free to Review. It would help a lot to see what you the readers feel.