A/N ~ so this is my new story! It is about Hayley Jennifer Potter. Mentions of abuse, little to no cursing. Mentions of sexual assault on minors. I don't own the characters, but I like to call myself the owner of Hayley just because I haven't read anything with her name being spelled 'Hayley'.

"Get out of my sight, Freak" Uncle Vernon growls.

I drag myself into the cupboard I had long since outgrown. "GET BACK IN HERE, FREAK" I hear Uncle Vernon roar. I know better than to disobey him, so I limp back out of my cupboard. "We're going out of town for a few weeks, a month at most. I would leave you with that weirdo-cat-lady, but she hurt herself again. You aren't staying here, get yourself a place to sleep. Go get your stuff and out of my way in ten minutes or extra punishment." I pale at the word 'punishment', causing Uncle Vernon to laugh.

I quickly gather my two outfits, glasses, one pair of shoes, a few books that Dudley had received and forgotten about a week later, empty water bottle, and a stuffed stag into a small backpack that used to be Dudley's until he got so fat that his arms wouldn't fit through the straps. This takes me about two minutes, so I get out of the house as fast as I can. I quickly learned to take less than half the time allotted to do what I am told, since if it's not done by then I get punishment. My punishments are whippings and beatings usually, but other times it gets more sexual. I run as fast as I can out of the house and as soon as I'm at least two blocks away, I slow down to think. Where will I stay? I only have $10.50 that I stole over the years. I would have more, but the Dursleys are such clean freaks that I'm lucky to find a few pennies, dimes or quarters a year, if anything at all. I guess I could sleep in the park, it is fairly big so I don't think anybody will mind. I can get water in the bathroom from the sinks. That seems like a good idea, hopefully adults will think that I'm just at the park for peace and quiet so I can read. I hate to think of what would happen if they ask questions. I quickly arrive at the park and sit on the swings, reading 'Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment'. The kids' yells and calls fade away as I sink into Maximum Ride's world.

"Can I swing?" A painfully innocent child asks me "Mommy said I had to wait so you could have your turn, so I waited, and now she says I can ask you"

I smile and brush away my bangs. "Of course, sweetie. I'll move" I notice that all the other swings are being used.

"What's that?" She asks me, pointing at my lightning-shaped scar that I had gotten in the car accident that killed my parents.

"It's called a scar. You get them when something sharp gives you a boo-boo and it really hurts"

"Oh, okay! Bye" she calls, climbing onto the swing as I walk away, trying to find an empty park bench.

I fiddle with the straps on my backpack, not wanting to have to stray too far from the park in order to find an empty bench. I finally find an empty bench not too far from the park. I put my backpack down and begin to read my book for the 15th time. I drink from my recently filled bottle and decide to head back to the now empty park. I climb into one of those little tunnel things that children climb through. I just realized that I'm ten, turning eleven pretty soon, and I don't even consider myself a child anymore. I guess with everything I've been through in my short life, I'm not really a kid anymore: I go through things almost every day that could drive the most sane person mad! I've been told that I talk like a wise old man, for heaven's sake! That's actually kind of depressing. Anyways, I need sleep if I'm gonna get any food tomorrow.

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I wake up, immediately awake, not even groggy. It's useful if you don't want to burn yourself while cooking, resulting in punishment. Time to refill my water and find a way to get a bit of food. I get more water and as I'm walking down the sidewalk, I take notice of a little old lady struggling with her groceries. I jog over to her.

"Would you like some help?" I ask politely.

"That would be delightful!" She says thankfully. I take most of her groceries and we walk to her car "What's your name, dear?" She asks me.

"I'm Hayley" I respond

"Well, Hayley, thank you for helping me, God knows I could have used it. What were you doing out so early?"

"Just walking" I answer.

"Hayley, take this as thanks" She presses a twenty into my hand.

"Wait! I never got your name!" I call to her retreating figure.

"Minerva McGonagall" She calls over her shoulder and drives off.

Hm, weird lady. At least I can afford to buy food now! I go into a grocery store and change in their bathroom. I buy some granola bars before returning to the park. Instead of reading, I watch the people there, not in a stalker way. I'm just admiring how normal and naïve they can afford to be. I see a large family of redheads enter the park, the mother clutching an overly large picnic basket and a large bundle of blankets, probably for them to sit and eat on. The family consists of seven tall and lanky redhead kids, a redheaded mother, and a redheaded but balding man I assume to be the father. I tear my eyes away from the family and read 'Fang', another of the Maximum Ride books, but later on in the series.

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(Molly's POV~) "Arthur, look at that little child there! She's all by herself, and she's about Ron's age. Why would anybody let a child be all by herself in this big park?" I ask, mother's instinct telling me to notice her

"I don't know, Molly" Arthur replies. "Mother's instinct?"

"Yes. Should I go talk to her?" I say, noting how frail she seems. She has a tiny box of granola bars next to her, and seems scared to eat them.

"If your instinct says to, then go for it" Arthur picks up a book on muggles and begins to read.

I gather all my courage and walk over to the girl.

"Hello, may I sit here?" I ask.

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(Hayley's POV~) "Hello, may I sit here?" A feminine voice asks.

I look up and see the redheaded lady that I had seen entering the park before.

"Sure." I say quietly, putting my book into my backpack and tucking it under the bench. I had long since been 'taught' never to deny adults

"What's your name?" She asks kindly

I contemplate answering truthfully. I had been taught not to lie, which had been very painful. "Hayley" I say quietly.

"Well I'm Molly Weasley. How long have you been here? It's kind of early"

"Noon" I whisper.

"Noon? It's barely ten o'clock! Noon... yesterday?" Molly asks, astounded.

I nod, staring at my two-sizes-too-small dirty converse. "My god! When was the last time you ate?" Molly asks worriedly.

"My last full meal was two weeks ago" I whisper, my eyes filling with unshed tears.

"Who do you live with?"

"My Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and cousin Dudley"

"Where are they?"

"Out of town"

"Why didn't they take you or at least let you stay at home?"

"They locked me out"

"Do... Do they hurt you?" She asks, her tone kind, but quiet.

I nod, starting to cry.

"Hayley, why don't you come eat with us? You could use some food and we absolutely love company"

"Okay" I wipe my tears and we walk over to their large assortment of blankets laid out on the ground.

"Hi. I'm Arthur Weasley. What's your name?" The balding man asks

"Hayley" I say quietly.

"I'll go get the kids" Arthur says.

"How many kids do you have?" I ask Molly

"Seven"

"That's a lot of kids" I gasp quietly.

"We have Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George are twins, Ron looks to be about your age, and Ginny. She's about a year younger than Ron. How old are you, anyways?"

"I'm ten, I'll be eleven the thirtieth of June"

"My God! You talk like an old man!"

"I've been told that a lot" I say quietly

Arthur returns with the redheaded children. "Hi" I say quietly.

"This is Hayley, she is eating with us for today"

"Okay..." One of the twins replies, turning to me

"I'm Fred..." The other says

"And he's/I'm George!" They say together. Creepy. I pish my bangs out of my eyes, accidentally revealing my scar.

"I'm Hayley, Hayley Potter." I reply just as there is a loud pop and a man with a long silver beard and striking Blue eyes appears.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Fred asks.

"Yes, I'm here for Miss Potter."

"Me?" I whisper.

"Yes. You're a witch, and you've been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." 'Dumbledore

"Okay. Explains a lot" I reply.

"That's a first" He says.

"Wait, you're THE Hayley Potter?" Ron gasps.

"I haven't heard of any others. Am I famous or something?"

"What happened to your eye?" Dumbledore asks.

"My Uncle Vernon hit me" I say quietly.

"Hit you?" Bill gasps.

I nod. "Well that won't do at all!" Dumbledore replies. "Why don't we go to the burrow and have Madame Promfrey check you out?"

"Okay" I whisper, getting nervous because everybody is staring at me. Dumbledore sends something that I learn to be a patronus and we teleport, or as they call it 'apparate' to the weasley's home.

A/N so that was my first chapter! This is my second fic, but first Harry Potter fic. Please review!