HELLO MORTALS! Tis I Evain Nightwood. Enjoy my first story on fanfiction, this is currently an un betaed (did I spell that right?) chapter, though I have a beta. So enjoy and leave me reviews, I love them what ever you say just no flames. Thanks
WARNINGS: This will most defiantly have manipulative Dumbledore and Weasley bashing except the twins, Bill, Charlie, and Arthur, because I like him. There might be Ginny bash it depends. AU to some extent. T for teen, it might change to M latter on but most likely not. Slytherin Harry, umm that's it for now unless I come up with something else.
DISCLAMER: I don't in anyway shape or form own Harry Potter. If I did I would not be writing on this sight so get off my back you lawyer peoples. I own me, and all other OC's who will be reveled at a latter date. Enjoy
Harry's P.O.V.
"YOU WORTHLESS FREAK!" bellowed Uncle Vernon, after slapping me across the face, sending me flying across the room. "I'm sorry," I whimpered "I didn't mean to forget to make desert. I'm sor-"my pleading was cut of as Vernon started to kick me in the stomach. "You forgot!" Uncle screamed his face going red in anger. "You forgot! Don't you dare lie to me boy!" After a couple more kicks he picked my battered an bruised body up. Walking to the front door he threw me out into the windy and cold May night. Before he closed the door in my face leaving me to sleep outside for the night he said, "And you had better be back in the morning to make breakfast, or you'll get worse than that tomorrow." Cringing at the thought, I carefully picked myself up of the porch, whimpering as I did so, and started to make my way to the children's play park. Knowing that there should be something I could sleep in, to keep away the cold. As I made my way to the park, I was thinking why nobody would notice the abuse I suffered through, I'm clueless to. I mean I'm to short and skinny for my age I have hand me downs from Dudley and I constantly am hurt. So how could no one notice, even with the lies my aunt and uncle spread. Then my thoughts drifted to something different. 'Did I really deserve this?' Again the question went through my seven almost eight year old mind. 'Was I really a freak? Did I deserve to be hurt almost daily like this?'
Not watching where I was going, to absorbed in my thoughts I had walked into the park. While my brain registered this to some extent it did not registered the person I ended up colliding with. Expecting to hit the ground, I screwed my eyes shut and braced myself for the impact of the hard ground. So imagine my surprise when I was caught, and lifted into the warm embraced of someone. Opening my eyes I saw an extremely pretty lady. She had long almost to the waist brown hair and warm mahogany eyes flecked with green almost like my own. "Are you alright?" she asked in a melodious voice, concern showing in her features and in her eyes. " Yes, I'm alright" I answered back timidly.; By then she had sat us on a bench close to where I had ran into her; placing me on her lap, her arms still encircling me. "What's your name?" she asked me. Her voice sounding again kind and laced with concern. "My Name's April but I like going by the name Evain Nightwood better, so how about you call me Eve? Dose that sound alright with you?" The newly dubbed Evain told me. "My name's Harry. Harry Potter." I answered her. "Well then Harry. Can you tell me what you are doing outside at-" she took a look at her watch "9 at night in the park, and not at home asleep in your bed?" "Um...Um..." I sturtted. Should I tell her? The first rule I learned while living with the Dursley's was not to tell anyone what happed in the house. I knew I had to give her an answer. So I meekly said, "I can't tell you. If I did my uncle would get mad." NO, I didn't mean for that to slip out. Uncle Vernon will surely hurt me when he finds out. "Child," Evain said in a calming tone that calmed me a bit "I can see that something is wrong and that you're hurt. I was told.. well more like "Ordered" by two people to come check on you. What ever you tell me I will do my best to help you in what ever way I can." She said it with so much compassion and sadness and concern, that me resolve about getting in trouble with Uncle Vernon crumbled. As well as a gut feeling that she would honor what she had said. "You promise to help?" "Yes young one, I do so swear to you." She said with a small smile. Sighing heavily I replied, "It's a long story to tell." Smiling kindly at me Evain replied, "Don't worry we have plenty of time till the morning comes. So tell me everything child and let me help you." Looking down at my hands I started to speak in a small voice. "It started seven years ago when I was left of my Aunt and Uncle's door step."
Thanks for reading my next chapter will be out soon. Please read and review and no flames, ok. After a few chapters I will post a poll of who to pair Harry with so give me suggestions. Thanks again, Love ya all
Evain Nightwood
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