Harry Potter
and the final solution!
Privet Dr number 4 was a normal house, in a normal neighborhood of normal people. The exception was one young man. The smallest child in his first year, in his grammar school. The boy with the mane of black hair that couldn't be tamed. His glasses thick. He was skinny, looked extremely malnourished. The child had no friends, his whale of a cousin saw to that personally. His left forearm was slightly bent upward from an improperly set broken arm. His clothing was far to large for him, his pants held up by a frayed piece of rope. You never saw him with out a shirt even on the hottest of days. His back was riddled with whip marks, only scaring present unblemished skin stripped away long ago. All this and the people around him never seemed to notice.
This was Harry Potter. Yet he is a truly polite well mannered boy, He would be very good in school if not for the fact if he did better than his cousin he would be whipped and thrown in his room again for days with no food or water. Harry's Family hated him. They blamed this poor child for everything that went wrong for them.
Harry was Cooking breakfast for the family the first day of summer after his first year of schooling, and burned some bacon. His Uncle Vernon went ballistic...He pulled out his studded belt strapped the boy to the banister in the hall and beat him until the child lost consciousness. He was thrown into the cupboard under the stairs bleeding profusely. It was four days latter that the door was opened. They had totally forgotten the child was there. Harry was in a coma, completely dehydrated and close to death...The lightning bolt scar on his forehead burst open and a thick green mist and a black tar substance began to erupt from that scar. An unearthly scream emanated from the mist as it dissipated.
In a castle in Scotland, used as a school, a group of small instruments exploded. A very old man, dressed in long flowing robed of wild colors. Began to panic and run from his office.
On island in the north sea, the prison was a dank disgusting place. Guarded by the most vile creatures on earth. A solitary man lay sleeping. He could suddenly feel the pain of a little boy calling to him.
This was more torture than the dementors. The boy, his Godson, the son of his very best friend was calling to him. The man Sirius Black, accused mass murderer, death eater, considered the most vile criminal in Brittan, was truly innocent of every charge. He had lost track of time. It seemed the life he should be living would be lost forever. The call of his Godson was a wake up. He began to think for the first time in years...he would get out of here and help his Harry!
Albus Dumbledore, exited the flu on Wisteria Lane a ran directly out the door. It was a one block walk to the Dursley home. He forgot the notice me not charms...so the neighbors were getting quite the show. When he burst through the door at Number 4 Privet Dr. the smell from the cupboard was the first thing to assault him. Dried rotted blood urine a human deification wafted up. The Bobbies were all over the closet, taking samples putting things in small plastic containers, taking pictures. He would not be obliviating this bunch, some were Aurors. It seems the child had a burst of Magic, that had to be investigated. He had already been removed to a Muggle Hospital, and was in intensive care. The Dursleys of course had been arrested And were in custody. It seems the Headmaster was mistaken in leaving the child here all those years ago.
He left before he was noticed.
Harry lay in the hospital hooked up to every machine imaginable. He had burn marks on his chest from getting his heart restarted. The boy had died twice and was revived. He was extremely malnourished, dehydrated, and 7 years old had 3 heart attacks, By all rights he should be dead. The Cut on his forehead was the mystery when he came in it was bleeding a black goo that no one could explain. It had been bottled and analyzed in every way. No one could find out what it was.
A large very thin black Dog had wiggled through the bars of the prison cell. He worked his way past the dementors unnoticed. He waited outside the property area. He waited until the room was empty slipped in transformed grabbed his things and worked his way out of the prison. He got to the aparation point and disappeared.
In Crawley, a little bushy haired girl was crying. She saw the little boy on the telly and wanted to help him. She begged her parents until they relented and headed out to the hospital.
A new reporter from the Daily prophet was sitting in a muggle bar in the worst part of London. She looked up at the telly and saw a little boy being taken to the hospital. The lightning bolt on his forehead caught her attention. She was off to the hospital.
Harry Potter lay in the Hospital three days before he awoke. His glasses were missing yet it seemed he could see. Harry felt better than he ever had. The scar on his forehead was almost healed. Three people stood around his bed. A bushy haired, honey brown eyed girl was holding his hand.
She Looked in his eyes and smiled at him. "Harry, Hi. I'm Hermione, and this is my mom and dad, Drs Emma and John Granger. If it is okay with you...you can come stay with us." The Granger's were smiling at him...No one smiles at him...he was a freak no one wanted a freak.
Harry looked at the Granger's. "Why would you want...M..ME?"
Emma looked Harry in the eye. "Well Harry we joined the foster parent program six months ago. You are the child we chose to help, if you want us too?"
Harry dropped his head in his hands. "What about my aunt and uncle?
John Granger looked harry in the eye. "Those people Have been arrested on child abuse, endangerment and attempted murder charges. You will not ever be living with them again. When Hermione saw you she begged us to take you. She wanted it so badly we agreed. Now Harry it's up to you. The told us it will be about a week before they will let you out of here. So we wanted to know, so we can get what you need, and set your room up for you. It's just bland right now. We thought you might give us a few ideas on what you need."
They sat and talked until visiting hours ended. Harry never felt better than he did with the Granger's, they never said the word freak and listened to him. Though it would take some getting used to Hermione. The could could talk forever and not take a breath!