I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. In fact I am not even sure it is me writing this; I think I lent my PC to some one the day this was written. Please enjoy.

Chapter One

Harry Potter's Weird Day

Harry Potter's day wasn't the best yet, well, when ever did he have a best day? The day he learnt he was a wizard he was over the moon but what followed was attacks on his person and his integrity. So a few days in a cupboard or a psycho nut and his bunch trying to kill you was a no brainer really. Or maybe a few days of no food compared to Snape another no brainer.

As if that wasn't enough he finds out that Dumbledore is a liar, an ingrate and incompetent to boot. He sat up, his head whirling with thoughts. Dumbledore had put him there, in fact, he left him on a door step and never spoke to the Dursleys; now what sort of moron would do that? Then in all the time he had been there, never once had Dumbledore made a visit, sent a birthday card, a Christmas present and yet Fumbledore had the gall to say that he was Harry's guardian.

"Boy get down here!" shouted the overblown windbag known as Vernon Dursley.

Well he had been home for five minutes so he was happy at least to get his stuff put away and Hedwig out. He got up and went out the door or tried to.

"BOY GET YOUR SCRAWNY WORTHESS BODY DOWN HERE NOW!" shouted Vernon.

"How can I Uncle Vernon when either you, Dudley or Aunt Petunia have locked me in my room?" Then Harry smiled "I know! I can just use some…"

"WAIT DONT YOU DARE YOU FREAK! IF YOU…"

Silence Harry grabbed his wand and stared at the door. After ten minutes still nothing. He was deciding whether to use magic or not when he heard a siren then another. Now he was worried. Hearing some loud voices and seeing the firemen and ambulance services outside, he smiled and shouted,

"WHATS GOING ON? WHY WON'T ANYONE ANSWER ME?"

A few seconds later he shouted again, "HELLO IS THERE ANYONE THERE?"

A voice on the other side off the door answered "Huh… Hello anyone in there?"

Harry smiled again, a truly Snape type smile, "Y-ye-ye-yes", he stammered, "are you the ones who bought me for this week? You have to ask my master: the great and all-powerful Vernon if you want the keys. He should be back sometime in the next few days."

"What you mean the next few days?" The voice responded with a hint of worry.

"Well he hasn't fed me in a while so he will be back soon, as he is a good master and wouldn't let me starve to death. I maybe a useless freak, but he says I can still make him money". Harry smiled wider at his own ingenuity.

Within minutes, the door was smashed of its hinges as two very big and very annoyed looking coppers stared at the bare empty room, one bed if it could be called that, one stool and bars on the window. A small boy cowering in the corner hitting himself repeating "Bad Harry! Bad Harry! Shouldn't speak unless spoken to, Bad Harry."

He had to do it in the corner so no one could see him smiling and trying not to laugh. A strong arm reached out and touched his shoulder he didn't act when he suddenly froze and went rigid. The officer had seen abuse cases before, he mightn't thought the 'Bad Harry' was pretending but with the door locked, bolted and padlocked on the outside he wasn't sure. However that one touch told him everything; this was truly a scared child. He withdrew his hand fast and stepped away. He knew he was large and intimidating but like many large people he was gentle and had a heart of gold.

"Harry, Vernon is in hospital he has had a stroke, his wife and son are with him. We only stayed here to make sure they weren't burgled or worse until someone came and locked the door." The officer said as calmly as he could manage.

"My door" said a quiet voice, "Will I get in trouble as my door broken?"

That was it! The second officer who had remained quiet left the room and spoke into his mike,

"Seria One, can you get child services here along with an abuse counselor and maybe a female officer please?" He looked into the room and was about to step away when he noticed the door, a cat flap, why the hell did he have a cat flap?

"Harry, you might have to leave here for a while, do you want me to find your cat for you?" He asked kindly, hoping something familiar to the child may help keep him calm during the ensuing debacle.

Harry looked up with an expression of true puzzlement, "What cat sir? The master would never allow me a cat."

The two officers looked at the cat flap then the young child in front of them, "Harry why do you have a cat flap on the door?" The first officer asked not wanting to believe the reason he was thinking.

The boy looked at them and said in a quiet tone "Its where my food comes through, I have the same in my cupboard."

"YOUR CUPBOARD!" The two officers roared.

Harry, not only honestly flinched but also shrank in on himself, as together they sounded like Vernon and years of abuse and shouting had conditioned this reaction

"WHAT CUBOARD COULD THEY-" His partner's hand stopped him and he saw the effect they had on the small child in front of them.

"Under the stairs," a small voice said followed by a sob and the shaking of the shoulders, "under the stairs, please don't put me there any more, please I like my new room, please…"

The two officers didn't know it, but in Harry's head he was now a small child being punished for looking at Dudley toys in a freaky manner. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, had snapped, gone nuts, cracked up, was no longer playing with a full deck. His eyes saw nothing and his mind refused everything.

The two officers watched as a small badly dressed child descended into madness all they heard him repeat was "no not the cupboard! I be good, I try not take so long cooking breakfast, I sorry" and the most heart rending, "I want to die! Why mummy and daddy die? Couldn't I been in the car and died with them even if we all went to hell it be better than this".

After his 7th or 8th repetition the two officers were at a loss, one went down with tears in his eyes and looked under the stairs. A none-too-special cupboard was there, unless you counted the padlocks and the cat flap. He put on a pair of gloves and opened the door to reveal a small space inside, a basket, a few torn threadbare child blankets and scratches to high to be from an animal.

Then he felt sick for in the scratches were bits of nail, human fingernail. A rage so all consuming so total hit him that he knew if any Dursley entered this house they would need another ambulance to get out of the street. A women's voice slowly filter through, he looked at her and pointed upstairs.

As she went upstairs, she was heard screaming "THE FUCKING BASTARDS DID WHAT TO HIM? A FUCKING CUBOARD!"

The social worker looked up and saw Barry, "bad as it is", he said, "he called Vernon Dursley 'master' and then went near catatonic when Chris touched him and to make it worse they had him padlocked into the room."

The woman blinked with increasing comprehension, "What about downstairs, the cupboard?"

Barry looked at her and told her what the young child had said before he went mad.

She looked at him and asked what he meant about 'mad' then she saw it. At first she thought it was a pile of old clothes or laundry, before it started to move. Her throat constricted as the pile spoke over and over again repeating the same phrases over and over again.

She looked at Barry, "How old you think?"

Before he could answer a voice cut threw and shouted. The owner of the voice wanted to know what was going on and were the Dursleys, the voice then made a mega huge mistake and proudly announced that she was Vernon's sister Marge.

Whoever she was speaking to was quiet and then she said something she would soon come to regret, "I bet it's that bloody freak boy, isn't it? I bet he has been nothing but trouble again. Did you know I had to have my poor pooch given shots after my little baby bit him for his impertinence thinking he could speak with his betters?"

Almost as soon as it was out her mouth she realized she had just confessed to allowing her dog bite a child. He might be a freak and a waster, but the police didn't know that. Before their shocked faces could fully register what she had said she decided to explain it to them.

"When its parents died in a drunken car crash, my poor brother had to take him in even though it was from a freak family and he had his own precious Duddykins to look after and how do you think that freak repaid him? HE wouldn't cook the meals right, he always complained he was hungry, but a few days in the cupboard stopped that. Then when he went to St. Brutus School for the Criminally Insane I hoped they kept him, bloody freak ruining all our lives!"

The coppers, the social worker and Arabella Figg who had come to make sure Harry was OK stared at her in shock. Marge Dursley was in handcuffs and in a squad car before she knew it, a red hand print from WPC Bakers was showing up nicely. Mrs. Figg ran to her house and flooed Albus. Unfortunately for the Dursley's, Albus was with Arthur and Molly Weasley and the two newest order members Fred and George.

Molly exploded and Arthur went red and nearly exploded as well. The twins looked up and something no one ever wanted to see was in their eyes, the fire of retribution burnt hot. As one they stood and made their way out of the room. Albus looked shocked and noticing them leaving, asked where they were going?

"WE think the death nibblers should meet the Dursleys. We told you they kept him locked in a room! We told you he had bars on his window! You told us you would sort it out!"

Albus paled as Molly and Arthur looked at him and a shout from Mrs Figg didn't do any good to calm him. The twins started to walk away when Albus said what in hindsight was a very, very stupid thing, "Don't! I am sure it is just a misunderstanding, we best get the muggles obliviated so we can sort this mess out."

Albus Dumbledore might have been fast, powerful and all that but compared to an enraged Molly, Arthur, Fred and George he was nothing. None could say what he was hit with, but when Minerva found an animal of unknown origin at her door her first thought was to capture or kill it that's when it spoke the immortal words "stop! its me Albus, I might be in a spot of trouble."

She blacked out.

At Number Four Privet Drive, Harry was still curled up and talking to himself lost in his own head. The social worker and WPC looked at the small bundle and with tears in their eyes, tried to get him to talk to them. It was during this attempt that the social worker gently tried to look at the boy's face and nearly passed out from shock. Their before her was none other than Harry Potter. She hadn't realized she had spoken aloud till the WPC asked, "You know him?"

Years of training, long forgotten resurfaced with an invigorated force, "No I knew James Potter, his father, and had a passing acquaintance with his mum, Lily." She said sadly, comprehending the full implications of this recent discovery.

"Potter Potter Potter… Where do I know that name from?"

Barry had a look of concentration on his face, "Sirius Black, the escaped felon, wasn't he implicated in the murder of a couple called Potter?"

The social worker looked up and confirmed his suspicions.

"But he said they died in a car crash when drunk!"

The social worker flew off her handle at that, "A CAR CRASH! A CAR CRASH! JAMES POTTER COULD BE A DEVIL BUT LILY WAS NOT A DRINKER!" She took a couple of calming breaths, "Who told you that?"

Barry pointed to Harry, a bit scared by the woman's rage though he would never admit to it, "Its what they told him".

For the first time in her life, she was tempted to break the rule about wizards and muggles and tell these muggles about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Harry's part in his downfall. A new sound started and as one they looked around.

Like Hogwarts the rumor mill had started in Privet Drive and the rumour was that:

THE FREAK AND TROUBLE MAKER HAD ATTACKED AND KILLED VERNON DURSLEY.

In a complete breach of protocol, Chris was heard telling them what an incompetent bunch of losers they were when a child was systematically abused and they never reported it and on top of that, the fact the child was only 8/9 made it a whole lot worse.

"BUT BUT HARRY'S 13 NOT 8/9" someone shouted.

At this comment the door, the size of the child, all rolled into one thing: a long, long, long prison time for the Dursley's and Harry Potter needed to get away from this place.

Meanwhile at Hogwarts, Minerva stirred and looked around "sorry Minnie, I guess it was a shock."

She looked around the room and there were Filius and Snape trying to undo the spells with Poppy helping.

"What happened to you? How? Why? When?"

Albus would have tried to laugh but Snape cut in "Potter", his voiced dripped with sarcasm, "has decided he not only needs all the wizards' attention but also the muggles' and is probably, as we speak, lapping it all up."

Minerva tried to sit up but Poppy spotted her and made her lie back down. With a smile she said how she was sure Harry did not mind her in his bed and then laughed at her friend's red face and spluttering.

Harry lost in his own mind never noticed being moved. They had to sedate him so they could get his clothes of. The fact they all said Dudley Dursley inside the hem and all were to big didn't go amiss. As Harry stayed in his catatonic state, the police, social workers and others were trying to help him. When an investigation showed Vernon was getting £1,000 a month for Harry's first 10 years and from his 11th birthday onwards was getting £4,000 a month for his care made more than a few very unhappy .The fact this money had paid of the Dursley's mortgage made them a tad upset if the word tad meant more than half wanted to visit Vernon and give him a night stick enema.

The fact that the school St. Brutus' didn't exist anywhere in England, Wales or Scotland was also not unnoticed. When Barry's and Chris' report was read and Harry's words were "you my new owners?" were clearly mentioned, it was definitely taken into account. The fact that no Harry Potter was in any Education system past his 11th birthday wouldn't be good for the Dursley's either. They were going to jail.

The social workers were also not too happy and were investigating all the children in the area when many come forward about Dudley and his gang. Things for the Dursley's looked worse. Had the wizards and witches been idle in all this time, no, they hadn't, Albus had more howlers from Order Members than all the howlers the school had in the last 12 years. The fact that Harry was Missing didn't help either.

Even Dobby couldn't find him and as news come out about Harry's abuse, Albus became really scared, more scared than worried as many noticed. "Albus? Albus? ALBUS!", as he looked around, he noticed Minnie looking at him. The article in The Quibbler didn't match what Albus had said, the fact it matched more what the Weasley family said was even more alarming.

"Sorry Minnie, I am worried about Harry."

For the first time in her life she was gob-smacked when a normally oily snide voice spoke up, "Worried or scared headmaster? If he is dead you know what that means…"

Albus went white and Minnie said the most obvious thing "YOU'RE NOT BLOODY WORRIED BECAUSE YOU PUT HARRY POTTER, THE BOY-WHO-LIVED IN AN ABUSIVE HOUSEHOLD AFTER IGNORING MY ADVICE? ARE YOU SO BLOODY VAIN AS TO THINK YOUR REPUTATION IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN A CHILDS LIFE!" As she took a breath, she was seething.

"NO THE FACT THAT PROPHECY PUTS HARRY VERSES VOLDEMORT SCARES HIM AND ME!" Answered Snape in frustration.

Minerva turned to Snape and said in a tone that would make liquid nitrogen seem a scolding hot substance "what?"

All of a sudden, the last few years rearranged themselves in her head, "A FUCKING WEAPON! A FUCKING WEAPON! YOU CHOSE TO USE ONE OF MY STUDENTS AS A WEAPON!"

A loud thud was heard as she punched Albus Dumbledore in the face breaking his nose and knocking him off his chair. Then in a move that was nearly too fast to follow, she had Snape against the wall and a dirk at his throat, "tell me everything! Tell me why I was told to ignore Harry and his friends when he mentioned the Philosopher's Stone? Tell me about how I find that a detection ward for animagus is missing in the school wards? Tell me how come you pick on Harry so much? Or tell me your next of kin."

Albus moved to stop her but a normally chirpy and happy voice said "Seven times world dueling champ versus the defeater of Grindewald, wonder who would win?"

The normally small, happy Head of Ravenclaw had his wand out, a look of sheer hatred and anger on his face, as if he had added two and two together all his life to make six and now knew it was four.

"Minnie I have your back, he moves he is going down HARD."

Minerva turned to Snape and never noticed the puddle forming at Snape's shoes "Tell me everything now!"

After he told her what the prophecy was and who had told Voldemort the prophecy in the first place, he told her who it was told to and who had made it. Only Poppy's professional codes of ethics saved him and Dumbledore from death as both Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick snapped and both cut the people in front of them one with a 6-inch dirk and the other with a cutting curse.

Now more than any time before, Flitwick and McGonagall felt a shame so bad, it made them retch. Not for the violence they had done, but for what they had done to one Harry Potter on the orders of the Headmaster. Poppy could barely help them and was more tempted to let them die than she would admit, but after joking to Minnie about her being in Harry's bed and the fact that it was because of the Leader-of-the-Light, the Defeater-of-Grindelwald that the child had spent so much time in bed. To find out it wasn't as she suspected, Potter and company just getting into loads of scrapes with over inquisitive urges, but the Headmaster leading them into fight against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named sent her to near apoplexy. But all this was immaterial. Harry was missing, maybe dead. After she made sure they were comfy, she went to her office and got roaring drunk, unwittingly following Minnie and Filius into a drunken stupor.

Oblivious to all these happenings, Harry Potter was in his own little world.

"Any change?" Asked a small female voice near to tears.

The head nurse looked at the social worker and shook her head, "Your really involved in this one aren't you?"

The social worker looked at her and nodded, "I went to school with his parents and also his parents' murderer."

She shook her self and told the duty nurse to phone her when he came around. She was taking herself off the case so she could try and petition for adoption if no one came forward. As she headed home the social worker had tears coming down her face, her husband, when he come in, didn't smile, he went to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"No change then love?" He asked sadly.

She just shook her head into his shoulder and he felt her tears dampen him through his jacket and shirt.

"What's your sister saying about it in the Wizarding world?"

He felt her stiffen, "My sister is a callous, lying, cold-hearted cow who does as she wants, I haven't told her anything."

He said nothing. He had every so often come across something of her sister's and knew it to be true, she did what she wanted and never ever thought about the consequences.

"Maybe you should talk, but not mention him in specific?"

A deep breath later and a, "Yes, I hate her and what she has become, but I think I shall have to," she got up and went to the floo.

A pinch of floo powder and a bright green fire shot up, the green eerily resembling Harry's eyes.

No, she shook herself, "Rita Skeeter's office please."