I do not Own Harry Potter. I'd like to thank my muse, T-Bear2 who inspired this story, unfortunately I was not able to get in contact with him or her. So the Idea of Harry being kidnapped by a Were-Wolf is not mine.

Voldemort looked down at the three year old boy who was standing defiantly at his feet. The Boy would lead a hard life no matter what happened here Tom concluded. He had only knocked out the parents rather than kill them. He didn't know why he had chosen to wait to attack the Potter house. He had known where they were for two years and yet they were left untouched. He had told his loyal Death Eaters that it was because he didn't wish to lose his spy. Tom raised his wand at the the boy and said the words he wouldn't have time to regret. "Avada Kedevra!"...

Harold Turpin Potter woke from one nightmare only to enter another. He sat up in what he would have to call his bedroom, it was really a small room in the basement that he shared with the furnace and water heater. He was sweating from the stress the dream, which he often had. Despite the furnace being right next to him there was frost on the only window in the room and there was a slight chill. He was now seven years old, after that night Harry would never forget, people had said it was the youngest of the two twins who defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort, nobody had even bothered to ask Harry what happened. By the time Harry knew what every one thought had happened, it was too late to say anything. He sat up on his cot, it looked to be military surplus and had several holes in it. He pulled on his clothes which were all hand-me-downs from his father and got up. It was still dark when He got to the kitchen. As he always did he pulled out the frying pans and got to cooking Now normally he would only cook a little bit but today was the twins birthday, he started out with Breakfast, which consisted of eggs, sausage, bacon, and toast. Frankly Harry thought that Sarah Potter looked like a baby sperm whale, although Harry knew if he ever shared this view with anyone one he wouldn't see the light of day for weeks.

He then started on dinners main course, Sarah had changed her mind so many times even their parents had gotten angry. He grabbed the seven roast's out of the freezer. He was done with Breakfast and lunch soon and went around waking the others. None of them were really morning people except Harry, who had never slept in since that night four years ago. They all got up and went about their business for half an hour and then they sat at the table Harry had set earlier, Harry of course was not allowed to eat at the table with the rest of the family and so eat his plate in the kitchens. Knowing that the others would soon be done he started on the dishes and just as he finished the last one a second wave of dishes appeared on the table behind him. These dishes were done just as his mother walked in.

"Hello Harry, we're taking Sarah to pick out a few presents, Anna asked if you," she said, her tone dripping with disapproval. "Could come with us. Seeing as its her birthday as well, we decided to allow it." she explained...

"Why does he get to come mommy, he never gets too,why should he now?" Sarah whined, as usual she was picking on Harry.

"Because Annabelle wanted him to come, I don't know why but she does." their father said. "Now when you step in just say Diagon Alley, got that?"

"Yes daddy." Sarah said in a sickeningly sweet voice. In five minuets every one was at the Alley and soon they were off to the wizarding toy store. When they were there Harry wondered away from his family, every where Harry looked there were children taking for granted what they had and begging their parents for more.

Harry wandered around for a few minuets until he was grabbed from behind and his mouth covered with a calloused hand.

"Keep it shut kid, if you want to live that is?" a deep sneering voice said from behind him. He was roughly pulled out the back door of the store and then he felt his body being pulled through space, and he knew he was now far from his family "Stupefy." the voice said again and Harry blacked out...

Harry didn't see the light of day for a while. He soon found out the person who had taken him was a Were-Wolf named Jacob. Jacob had explained to him that if he took out his anger on Harry that the transformations were less painful. Soon the only time Harry got any real rest were the days before the full moon in which Jacob was to sick to hurt him, and he kept time by how often the wolf would make it's way into the dungeon...

Twenty Six months later...

"My god! Moody, we have a kid down here, he's pretty bad." Harry tried to scramble away from the voice but the pain movement caused made him cry a stifled scream. He heard more footsteps and then another voice said.

"Thank you Bellatrix, I'll take care of it from here." said the new voice, Harry assumed that it was Moody.

"Yes sir," she said before standing up and reluctantly leaving the room. Moody walked up slowly, with uncharacteristic gentleness he picked up the quivering boy and slowly walked out of the room...

"I don't really understand sir, the were-wolf bit him at least twenty times, there are the genetic markers in his blood, but a tissue sample has completely ruled out Lycanthropy. There are slight makers than I don't understand as well, I have sent the file to some of the top researchers and all but one of them has sent back saying it is impossible." said the Healer, he was obviously young and nervous in the presence of the great Auror Alastor Moody.

"But the good thing is that he's alive and normal." Moody said. "Is he well enough to talk to me?"

"Yes sir, right this way." the young man sid and led to Moody to a door, and Moody entered. There on the hospital bed was a boy no older than nine, although he looked even younger because of his height.

"Hello, my name is Alastor Moody, what's your name?" he asked, the boys eye shot open and he looked around frantically till he saw Moody and just lay there, pupil dilated like a deer caught in headlights, and the hard coating around Moddys heart melted slightly at this. "I'm the one who rescued you from Jacob, there's no need to be afraid of me." he added, his voice as soft as he could make it.

"Harry sir, Harry Potter." Harry responded. "What happened to Jacob sir?" he asked, his eye darting around the room again.

"He refused to go peacefully when me and my wife Bellatrix raided his house, we are a special forces hunter killer team with the Unspeakables. He was killed." Moody said, at this Harry looked relieved.

"Thank you sir." he said, it was then that he noticed a bandage around his head and left eye. "What happened to me sir?"

Moody paused for a second and then said. "The Healers weren't able to heal everything, You lost several fingers, a toe, and your left eye."

"Thank you for being honest sir, none of the doctors would tell me." Harry said, then something came to his mind. "How is my family?"

"They denied your existence." he said, by now his steel heart had completely melted. "Regulations say I have to return you to your parents, but... If you ever need a place to stay, our home is open to you." he said as he saw Harry's face fall.

"Thank you sir." Harry said, he was obviously tired and as soon as Moody left the room he fell straight asleep...

It took Harry five months to heal and get back on his feet. The day Harry was going home also happened to be his birthday. During his time at St. Mungos Harry had made friends with many of the staff and patients, some of whom had given Harry presents. Harry stepped into the cab some of the doctors had chipped in for Harry and told the driver where to go. An hour and a half later Harry found him self walking the half kilometer to the Potter mansion, he had to take several breaks on the walk. When he finally reached the house heard the faint sound of people singing but he couldn't tell what. Once he was closer he could make it out to be a birthday chorus, could it be they were rehearsing for a party for him?

"Happy Birthday, dear Daniel. Happy Birthday to you." that one line broke Harry's heart in two, it was the baby his parents had been so happy about days before Harry was kidnapped, if today was his birthday, then the baby would be two now. Harry walked up to the door and pulled the brass knocker back five times. After two or three minuets his father opened the door and looked down at him.

"Well, come in, I don't have all day." he barked, Harry barley scrambled through the door before it was slammed shut, He followed James into the Dining room, his father went and whispered into his mothers ear for a second, she glanced at him for a moment and went back to cutting the cake. Harry walked to a chair against the wall clutching what things he had in his three fingered hands, he settled down and soon found he hurt to much to get up.

"You look weird, who are you?" asked the innocent voice of one of Annabelle's friends.

"My name is Harry, and I'm their brother." he said pointing to the twins and Daniel.

"Then how come I've never seen you before?" she asked, all Harry wanted was to get some sleep, but he knew with her asking questions he wouldn't.

"I was kidnapped by a Were-Wolf two and a half years ago." he said.

"Did he hurt you, is that why you only have one eye?" she asked, he closed his eye and nodded. "How old are you?"

"I'm ten today." he said, he was fighting to stay awake and losing.

"But I thought this was Daniel's Birthday?" she asked, after not getting a reply she noticed he had fallen asleep. She quietly let the room and closed the doors behind her, the party having long since moved out onto the lawn. When he woke up he would remember little about the little red headed girl who asked too many questions...

The first two things Harry felt as he woke up was a cramp in his leg and four sets of eye's on him. He opened his eye to see his parents and the twins just staring at him as they sa on the couch and the toddler Daniel trying to climb on his pants leg. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked as he tried to sit up from the slouched position he had fallen into during his sleep.

"You just had to ruin Daniel's Party. You couldn't just walk in and go down to your room." his mother accused.

"But no, you just had to walk right in to the party with your... Abnormalities and fall asleep right there, didn't you." continued his father. "And what's worse is that some of the guest's pitied you. I'll make this clear right here and now Harry, what ever that werewolf did to you was less than you deserve." he looked to Annabelle for help but found the same hate contained in her eyes. He realized he was never again going to be truly welcomed here again, he strained himself getting up, grabbed his bag and walked to the basement with his head held high. That night Harry made a vow to the moon and stars he would make his parents proud even if he had to die to do so!