Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.

All his life ten-year-old Harry Potter wanted someone to turn up at Privet Drive and take him far away. It didn't bother him where they took him as long as it was away from the Dursley family.

Maybe this stranger would have long hair whiter than snow or a bushy red beard. They could be a distant relative on his dad's side of the family who has spent years travelling' the world. After all these years they have finally come home to England and heard the news about his parents.

He imagines that his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would try to stop this mysterious figure from taking him away while Dudley watches with a stupid grin on his face, but they all get the shock of their lives when his rescuer doesn't back down.

Sometimes he thinks that the house they will live in is so big that he will forever get lost trying to find his way around it. Other times he dreams it's a small cottage somewhere out in the countryside.

He doesn't care how big the house is or where it is just as long as it's home.