Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe. Everything you recognize belongs to J.K Rowling.

July 7, 1989

"Little Master! I's need to help Little Master!"

Blake sighed. This had been going on for hours. He could not calm Zoey down after she had woken up. You see, Zoey was a house elf, bonded to James Potter and his offspring, on the very day he was born, as it was a tradition in the Potter family to have their own house-elf. She was very dependent on his power, which kept her alive and ready to serve him, so when he and his Wife, Lily Potter, were murdered on Halloween in 1981 by Lord Voldemort she sunk into depression and slowly started to lose power, barely able to do anything besides cry and drink butter beer, which was alright considering her mood. The fourth day after their deaths she passed out, not having enough magic to keep going. After spending 7 ½ years in Acoma she had finally woken up. The reason? Young Harry James Potter was sending out bursts of magic.

"Zoey…" began Blake.

"I need to find Little Master!" she cut him off.

This was going to be a long night.

Meanwhile…

"-Won't you take me to Funky town! Funky town! Won't you take me to-"

To put it lightly Harry was having a blast. His relatives left yesterday night to go visit Vernon's (his aunt Petunia's husband and unfortunately his uncle) sister Marge for a month with their whale of a son (his cousin) Dudley.

**Flashback**

It was a typical summer afternoon at the Dursley home. Dudley watching TV while eating a bowl of greasy crisps with bits of popcorn, and his Aunt Petunia bragging about her extremely normal house loudly by the window in hopes someone might ''over-hear" her. Around this time Harry was dusting the house and heard her say something about "her beautiful garden".

Her garden. What a laugh. He was the one tending to it every other day. The only unusual thing was Uncle Vernon being home. Harry still did not know why Vernon was at the house when he usually would be at work, but he did not question it.

Rule #1 at the Dursley's. Don't ask questions. He learned that at the tender age of 5 when a frying pan almost hit his head when he asked if they believed in magic.

"Do not ever speak of the M word in this house, boy! Into the cupboard! No supper!" his Aunt Petunia had shrilled.

They often took away meals as punishment so even then it was nothing new, but it was always confusing. What had he done that made them so spiteful towards him?

"Boy! Get to making lunch! Can't let my poor son and husband starve because of your worthless behind!"

Harry came out of his daze with a start. His aunt stalked toward him.

"Are you done dusting the attic?" she demanded.

"Nearly," said Harry.

"You will finish it later. Right now, like I previously said, I want you to make lunch. This time add bacon and don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect for my little Dudders."

Harry snorted. There was nothing little about him.

She turned around. "What did you say?" his Aunt snapped.

"Nothing..." Harry said putting the dusting pan down, making his way down stairs, but then thought to go to the bathroom first.

After reliving himself and washing up he went downstairs, into the kitchen and put bacon on the stove while getting the ground beef ready to make burgers.

"Why isn't lunch ready yet? Get your lazy-ass moving and get our food cooked!" screamed Vernon.

"Yes, sir." Was Harry's only response. No use in arguing with the meathead.

He brought out drinks for all of them and then went back to cooking. After flipping the burgers one more time, he took them off the pan and onto plates. Putting buns on the plates he then put the patties down then added lots of extra cheese, ketchup, extra mustard, pickles, and after thinking about it, lettuce to all 11 extra thick patties. Four for Dudley and four for Vernon, leaving one for him and one more for each of them in case, scratch that, WHEN they were still hungry.

"BOY!" he heard Vernon shout. He was surprised he heard it over Dudley's whining.

Thinking he should get going he hurried and bought them their burgers with a side of bacon and crisps.

"Finally," Dudley said before grabbing at both plates and cramming as much food as he could in both his hands. It literally made Harry nauseas when Vernon did the same. He wanted to leave as soon as possible so he said a quick reminder that there were more burgers in the kitchen, and told Petunia he would get her salad made right now. The only signs that showed they heard him were two grunts and a sniff. He then rushed out and went back to preparing food.

Aunt Petunia had started not eating again and even though Harry might not like her, he was genuinely worried so he tried to get her to eat small light things instead of nothing at all. He got a weird look from her the first couple times but after a while she didn't even think twice about it, which was a relief for Harry.

Taking a breath after he finished his second burger Vernon said slowly,

"Boy, we're leaving tomorrow morning to Marge's and won't return for a month. We offered your services to Mrs. Willow to do whatever she needs you to do for a pound a day. Better not screw this up or..."

Harry tuned out the threats. Mrs. Willow? The mid-aged teacher 12 blocks from Number 4? He sighed and went back to making his Aunt's salad and nodded to show he heard. Apparently it was good enough for Vernon because he went directly back to eating. Harry was also hungry so he took some bites out of his fruit cup which contained slices of banana, peaches, & grapes. Harry was still hungry so he took small bites out of his medium sized burger. When the salad he was making his aunt looked good enough, he was already finished eating and retired to his room after giving her the salad.

While doing this he was internally dancing with joy at the thought of them leaving him alone for a month and once he went was inside his room he grinned so hard it was threatening to split his face. It was going to be a good summer.

**End of Flashback**

He stopped singing, thinking back to when he got his ''new'' room.

Last year, around when school started, he had turned on the TV and put it on a channel talking about Social Services so when Vernon and Petunia came in the reporters were talking about charges and victims suing their abusers.

As soon as they heard that they demanded he move to the smallest bedroom, otherwise known as Dudley's toy room. Hearing that, Dudley pitched a fit. Though Harry was internally laughing like a hyena, on the outside he played the part of being clueless, which gave Vernon a slight leverage and demanded he clean out the bedroom and make a toy box for Dudley before he moved in. Those demands made Dudley perk up immediately.

Whether it was the thought of getting something new, or the fact that Harry had to make it for him, he still didn't know, but he highly expected it was a bit of both.

Harry smirked. While he was moving Dudley's junk around he found pencils, paintbrushes, loads of paper, a map, and books. When everything was moved out he had repaired Dudley's desk, now his desk, and painted theroom with the left over dark blue and red paint, so after he added the bookshelf and posters he had also made, he could now proudly say that was his room.

Harry was about to start doing a victory dance when all of a sudden he heard a

THUMP!

He quickly made his way to the door, where he saw two figures.

One, a male around 5 ft with blue hair and pitch black eyes. The other..creature next to him was around 3 ft tall with large violet eyes, and looked to be bouncing and crying?

"Hello Young Harry," the male said.