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Harry woke up from his aunt shrieking in front of the cupboard under the stairs, which was his bedroom. For as long as he remembered he was the slave for the Dursleys and did every chore in the house. He did the cleaning in the house, he did the cooking, he did the garden and he would often clean his uncle Vernon's car, no matter the weather outside.

This morning he had to make breakfast for his whale of an uncle and his beachball cousin. The amount of eggs, bacon and pancakes that he made would probably feet a whole rugby team, but was only just enough for the two obese men. Once he was done he took out an old slice of bread and a glass of water and began on his own breakfast.

In the hall the mail fell on the doormat. "Dudley, go get the mail." Uncle Vernon told his son. "Make Harry do it." Dudley said and which his father said "Boy, go get the mail." Harry wanted to retaliate and tell his uncle to make Dudley do it, but he knew that it would only lead to a beating, so he went into the hall.

When Harry picked up the mail he looked through it. There were a couple of bills, a postcard from Marge Dursley, a magazine and an unusual thick envelope. When Harry looked at the envelope he saw it was for him and he was shocked. He NEVER got mail.

When he got back to the kitchen where his cousin was still eating like a pig he gave the rest of the mail to his uncle and sat back with the letter still in his hand. On the back of the letter was a wax seal with a shield and above it stood the word Hogwarts. He didn't know what it was and just started opening the letter when everything went wrong.

Dudley had just taken a breather from shoveling the food down his throat when he saw the freak with a letter. "Look dad, look. The freak has a letter in his hand." Vernon had been reading the morning paper, but when he heard his son say something he looked up and saw the dreaded letter they had been waiting for. He immediately took the letter from the boy and told him to go to his cupboard after which he put the letter in his pocket so he could put it through the shredder at his work.

In the days after that Harry would often see multiple of these letters appear around the house, but whenever he tried to get one they would be taken from him and destroyed. He didn't know what was going on, but he hoped that somebody would actually come for him, instead of sending him all those letters.

It was Sunday morning when it all came to a head. While Harry was preparing lunch for the Dursley and letter came out of the fireplace. First it was only one, but then the house started to shake and suddenly the whole house was filled with letters, all with his name on them. His uncle practically exploded from what happened and told them all to pack their stuff.

They all went into the car for a long trip. Vernon kept on driving for hours, not even listening to his son's whining about missing his programs on tv. They eventually stopped at a small farm with a Bed & Breakfast. The couple that kept the farm only had two bedrooms to rent out. Vernon told the couple that Harry would happily sleep with the horses in the stables.

After Harry had brought all the stuff the Dursleys had taken with them he went to the stables. He had always loved animals as they were often very nice to him, except for Ripper, Aunt Marges dog, that is. When he came to the horses he was immediately attracted to a brown coated mare that had a big belly. He slowly walked towards her and started to pat her on the nose. She neighed softly at him and notched his hand, almost asking him to hug her. He smiled softly when he heard a pair of boots behind him.

"She's a beauty, isn't she?" The farmer asked while stepping forwards and taking a brush to clean the mares coat. "Her name is Lily." The farmer explained while looking at the small boy. He didn't understand how a child could look so underweight while his family were practically as round as barrels. "My mother was also called Lily." The small boy sais in wonder while still petting the big horse. "Sir, may I, may I ask why her belly is so big?" The farmer looked at the boy before laughing softly. "Of course child, you may ask me anything about the farm and the animals I keep. Lily here is pregnant with a foal. She will probably give birth around Halloween." He explained to the child.

In the background Vernon was spying on the freak. He had to get rid of the boy before those other freaks would come and ruin his normal life even more than they had already done. He then came up with a twisted plan. If everything worked out as he hoped than he would never have to see the freak again.

That night after everybody had gone to bed Vernon went to the stables. He first looked at the medical cabinet in the stables and found a sedatives that the farmer kept for when his horses needed a checkup. He took one of the needles and filled it all the way before punching it into the pregnant mare's flank. The mare shuddered for a bit, before going back to sleep. He did the same with the boy, but with him he plunged the needle into the boys shoulder. Once he was certain the freak or the horse wouldn't wake up he took all the clothes of the freak so he would be starkers' naked. He lifted the boy, who was far too light for his age and then pushed the kid headfirst through the horses vagina into its womb. As the horse was already pregnant there was no visible difference.

He then took the freaks stuff and put it all into one of the straw bags that were lying around and threw it into the put that was just behind the stables. Afterwards he happily went to bed, thinking he would never the freak again and he was right, but he would despair this day as the one where he lost his only saving grace.

The next day when everybody woke up, they all found that the freak had gone missing. The farmer and his wife wanted to start a search party to look for the child and the Dursleys helped though not very much. When a whole day had gone by without finding anything they left with sad faces on the outside, but cheering of happiness on the inside.

The next day they came back home to find a giant of a man standing in their driveway waiting for them. He told them he was there to gather Harry for his shopping trip for Hogwarts. Vernon became very angry and told the big oaf that the freak had run off and that he didn't care where the boy had gone to. Hagrid was shocked to hear this and afterwards quickly left to inform headmaster Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was shocked to hear this as he had put a charm on the boy that would prevent just that, but he couldn't tell anyone about that. The Dursleys probably simply lied to Hagrid, so he send Snape to make certain that Harry was actually there like he was supposed to be.

Severus Snape appeared at the Dursley home the next morning and asked for Harry Potter, but got the same answer as Hagrid. As he didn't believe the overweight whale in front of him he simply walked into the hallway. Here he smelled the metallic stench of dried up blood and followed it to the small cupboard where a lock was on the door. When he opened the door with a muttered 'alohomora' he found something he hadn't expected. Blood and fesses was lying on a small cot with on the wall a paper pinned with a nail with the words "Harry's room" written with crayon.

The dour man long prepared himself for a pampered Potter brad who didn't know what no mend, but apparently the child had been abused and badly by the signs that he could see. He turned back to the whale like man and took out his wand. "You will regret this Dursley. I will send you to prison for this." With these words he flicked his wand to make sure that the Dursleys wouldn't be able to clean the cupboard up before disapparating to the nearest police station to call for a case of abuse of a minor. A week later Vernon had been send to prison for 25 years and Petunia and Dudley were evicted out of their house. It was the biggest scandal Privet Drive had ever seen.

After hearing what the Dursleys had done to Harry Dumbledore immediately started a search mission with members of the Order of the Pheonix, but none were able to find the child. And when he didn't appear at the sorting most had given up.

Harry Potter disappeared on the 31st of July, he was eleven years old.