I woke up one day and decided to write a Harry Potter fic, it took three hours to write ch.1 and I loved every minute of it.

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It was a cold morning in Little Whinging as a small child woke in the cupboard beneath the stairs of number 4, Privet drive. The boy was rather short for his age of ten and he had messy black hair, which carefully concealed his signature scar.

Harry Potter got up and prepared to exit the cupboard to begin his daily routine of making breakfast.

He woke to the sound of a somewhat heavy man yelling, "Freak! Get your lazy hide out here and make me my breakfast".

One might wonder why would anyone call a young boy freak? The Dursley's, especially Vernon, viewed the boy as a freak. The young Harry Potter just assumed he was a freak, since it was all he had ever known.

Ever since he was a small child Harry had lived with his only relatives, the Dursleys. Once when he was four the small boy had asked what had happened to his mom and dad, Vernon had replied in an almost rehearsed way.

"Your father drove you lot into a tree in a drunken rage. It collapsed on you, but your child seat protected you from the blow. We were kind enough to let you live here, but only as long as you behave", he would always emphasize the last line.

Thus Harry accepted his lot in life as a common servant, always forced to make the best from a bad situation.

Harry didn't ponder this however, he simply thought to himself, "Well I must have slept in if Vernon's awake already".

He dressed as quickly as possible and ran out of his dusty cupboard under the stairs.

Harry was met in the kitchen by the same hefty man that yelled at him before who then continued to shove a frying pan into his hands, "There you are, I was afraid I would have to punish you for sleeping in when you could be cooking. Oh yes, don't be stingy with the bacon now and you might get to eat a bit today" Vernon said with a "calm before the storm" kind of voice.

Then as if on cue at the smell of bacon, the third male of the household, Dudley, walked in with a sense of self-importance that one only achieves when he has dominion over another.

Dudley and Harry had were the same age and had somehow managed to grow up on good terms despite Vernon's constant attempts to root in enmity. The young Dudley followed after his father in the waist line and temperment though, so it was best to avoid annoying him.

"Where's my bacon Potter", the round boy whined.

Vernon looked up from the newspaper he had been reading and chuckled at his sons statement, "You show him Dudders".

" I'm working as fast as I can, bacon does need to cook you know", Harry replied quietly, hoping that no one would take notice.

"POTTER, you will not back talk to my son, and just for that you're going to make double portions!" Vernon yelled with a look that could make a grown man whimper. Harry however was so used to this he said a simple "yes sir" and finished his cooking.

The young Potter served his counterparts quietly and grabbed a bit of grapefruit from the refrigerator.

Once the fighting was done Petunia walked in with her usual long list of chores for the boy to occupy his day. "Now remember 'boy' that you are not to slack off at all on this list, I NEED this done by the time I get home from 'my' errands", she obviously was stressed beyond belief as she always was the days a business man would be coming to their house to work an important deal with Vernon.

"Tonight's deal could make my career and I know that I don't have to tell you Petunia or you Duders, but 'boy' so help me if you make a squeak inside that blasted cupboard you will never see the light of day again", although the first part to his family was said lovingly the half directed towards Harry was even more startling than Vernon's usual level of threat.

Vernon was a rather high player in the local drill company. He had a high income and a very high level of public respect which might actually be more important to him than the money.

" Yes sir", the boy said quietly as he left the room.

Once in the living room he turned around to find his cousin standing behind him.

"Sorry about the bacon thing Harry", Dudley said to his cousin, "I have to keep up appearances with dad. He does seem set on treating you as a servant."

Despite his outward mask of utter displeasure Dudley had somehow retained the innocence and lack of hat that is usual for someone of his age which led to a lack of hatred towards his cousin, in fact he often viewed his cousin as his truest friend, even if Dudley may very well be using him as another toy.

He had always felt vulnerable outside of his sheltered home which led him to bully, the other children were scared of him, but Harry was always loyal.

Not to say the other children didn't follow him despite there fear. Other than Carter Drake, Dudley was the most popular kid in their class.

"It's all right, got my fill of food from the fruit you two left untouched", Harry replied forgivingly.

"How do you eat that fruit anyways it's so gross?" Dudley asked.

"Hey. I like it", the so-called freak answered. He wasn't lying either, his diet consisted of table scraps from his cousin and uncle. This meant heavy on veggie, light on meat. The two boys laughed, and separated on that note as Harry had work to do.

It was a particularly hard day of work including, cleaning the gutters (He nearly slipped off the ladder), picking the weeds (A snake came out and stared expectantly at him), dusting and vacuuming the house (He had a sneezing attack), and finally he scrubbed the floors till he could see himself in them (It took hours!).

By the late afternoon Harry had finished all of his work and he decided to take one of his routine trips to the park. As the orphaned 'freak' child of the neighborhood was considered an outcast, the park was one of his only escapes from the stress of servitude.

It was still cold, but it was a more manageable temperature than the early morning. Harry greatly enjoyed these day's when he can get out of the house away from the Dursley's and enjoy life. He made his way to his favorite swing when he was blasted back by a wave of intense force. A young boy of about his age ran to his side and yelled, "stay down, so I can get you out of here".

Something told Harry that, despite its normal beginning, this summer was going to be the most interesting than any before.

It was a cold morning in Little Whinging, but Mark didn't notice the sunrise until it was already high in the sky, since he had been out all night. Anyone would think that this was an idiotic thing for any boy of ten to do, but he wasn't a normal boy of ten.

He was a junior Special Forces member specifically picked, trained and deployed for the American cooperation in the protection of Harry Potter.

Mark was a tall, unusually strong youth with clean black hair and extremely piercing and perceptive blue eyes.

His situation might seem incredibly unlikely, but a similar guard had been posted here via the Americans since the Potter boy had been put there.

"Stan why are we sitting on the roof across from 'his' house", the young American said to the latest in a long list of guardians.

The man he had referred to was a stout yet powerful wizard with annoyed expressions and green eyes, he was primarily chosen for his job because of skills with memory charms and concealments.

Somehow despite Stan's short fuse, he managed to stay completely hidden throughout the years.

"Well this is your first day of joining me on guard duty and you need to get your bearings for the area", he stated in a very rehearsed way, "We have to strive for excellence or we'll be replaced, don't forget that we are foreign agents. We can't mess things up by loosing site of the target. Along with that we need to know every fact about 'his' home, all of the most strategic assault areas, ways to fortify them, the best potential escape routes, and the best points for counter attacks".

"Isn't that a little pointless Stan? I already was briefed on the design of the house and property. Plus isn't his house protected by the most powerful blood charms put into action in the last century?", Mark asked.

Of course he knew that he had to know everything about Potter's residence and he had already learned all that on his flight over.

It had been three years now since he'd been selected to join America's secret magical government. His selection was unusual due to his youth but the big wigs in charge thought he had great potential so here he was.

Along with that he had recently been orphaned and had no option but to give his best at this job or he would be thrown out as soon he failed.

"Briefing doesn't hold a candle to actually memorizing the layout of the property. Even if he is defended that means that his enemies will most likely be just outside the thresh hold", was his answer.

Since assigned on this mission he knew he would have to know everything about Potter. He had been told thousands of times how this was a great honor and how he must work to achieve pride for his country.

Once "the boy who lived" stopped Voldemort (the British insurgent who nearly took over the entire UK) the great allies (America and Britain) decided in secret meetings about how to keep his location safe, secure, and above all secret. Led and dictated of course by the notorious Albus Dumbledore.

The British(Dumbledore), naturally, choose the adoptive family, location and preformed the wards on said estate. The Americans were given the token job of providing security, along with a child to keep Harry safe in school, muggle and magical alike.

Some could view it as an insult to be given a job where you did nothing but watch a small child that no one could find unless the secret keeper let the secret out, but Stan REALLY took it seriously.

He did have some point though, if those two failed, America as a country would be removed from this project for security reasons. France was next on line to send guards in the order of succession and neither country wanted that.

"Stan I know that you've been here way longer than I have, but I think I know enough about the estate from the spy plane photos", Mark replied to his guardian's speech.

Unlike there British counterparts, the American wizards had chosen to embrace modern technology along with heavy use of magic for day to day life, so the soy plane actually was an air plane.

With a characteristically annoyed look Stan said, "For starters I have not just been here longer than you, I've been here since the 'child' was left and you have no idea how many close calls could have been avoided if I only knew the basic surroundings better. Along with that you have to realize there is more to this job then memorizing the property, you have to know the pattern of commuters and recognize irregularities. Once you're older and can perform magic you can fix the breaks in the houses wards." he meant well, but Mark had to knock him back to Earth.

"Sir with all due respect".

BANG

The all to familiar sound of an apparating wizard coming in blasted threw the morning air. "That came from the park, we have to move!" Stan yelled in a frightened way, "The 'boy' went down there just a few minutes ago!"

The two jumped off the roof they were on and sprinted at top speed to their destination.

Mark ran with an intense excitement, "This is what I trained for", he thought, "Lets see if it paid off".

The young american ran as fast as his legs could take him, his guardian grabbed his shoulder and stopped him from running into the open.

They finally reached the park to find a man in a black cloak silently stalking the child, who was swinging merrily on the swings. The man stayed far into the shadows with his hood drawn up, so no one could recognize his face.

Stan walked through through the park with long strides then quickly pulled his wand from his pocket and with haste cast a confringo spell to knock the figure off his feet.

The young boy-who-lived had been blasted to his feet in the blast and was now lying limp on the ground. He had let out a cream when he fell, which meant he was still conscious at the very least

Mark ran to the 'boy' and whispered; "Stay down, so I can get you out of here!"

Luckily for Mark the 'boy' nodded and stayed dead still, which gave him ample time to toss him over his shoulder and half carry him out of the way and watch the oncoming fireworks. Only after he reached safety did he notice that the boy had lost consciousness midway threw the run.

There was a rapid exchange of spells blasting half the playground to oblivion; the 'child' whimpered a bit subconsciously as the swings were torn apart by a particularly powerful reducto.

The man in black shot a green blast from his wand that the young wizard could only assume was the unforgivable curse known as avada kadavra.

Mark gasped at the fact that this was actually happening, someone had tracked down Harry Potter.

Stan jumped aside to avoid the shot and was almost nicked. At that point the stout defender shot a flurry of stupefies to no avail. The mysterious man in black simply laughed pointed his wand and yelled, "Avada Kadavara!" Stan fell cold to the earth, he was dead before he hit the ground.

The serpentine voice was one that would haunt Mark for the rest of his life.

Mark tried as hard as he could, but the soul crushing loss had drained his energy. He punched the ground and was on the verge of weeping as the fact that everything unraveled so quickly just set in.

"It's hopeless," the young guard said, barely keeping the tears from his eyes. Then he remembered his first lesson

Always Protect your target

The words filled Marks young body with strength and will like none he had felt before.

He bit his upper lip, got off the ground and tried again.

Mark grabbed Harry and slung him over his shoulder, he was heavier than he expected. The young american ran carrying the 'child' on his shoulders until he felt they were far enough away and well hidden enough down an alley. At that point Mark, for the first time since his fathers death, began to cry.

He looked up as he heard footsteps coming down the alleyway.

"Well what do we have here?" Said Severus Snape

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