Chapter 1

Harry Potter was dreaming of a simple life. Since he was eleven, that dream had amplified to be almost his only goal in life. Today was his fourteenth birthday and thing just kept getting worst and worst. First his aunt Petunia had asked him to clean Dudley's room, his whale of a cousin. It had took him most of the morning to do it and while cleaning he had stumble upon a stack of adult magazine under his bed. Dudley had arrived at that moment and beat him to silence.

"Only had to ask…" Harry mumbled through his painful lips.

The first punch had loosen a few teeth in Harry's mouth but the following rain of punch had made sure that not only his tooth would fall, but he wouldn't be able to eat solid for a few weeks. Petunias had seen the result and only ask that Harry didn't put blood on the floor or he would have to wash it all by hand and she would have to tell Vernon about it. As if on cue, Vernon arrived from his very short day of work.

"Boy, go fetch my valise in the trunk of the car and while you're outside you may use the occasion to wash the car." Vernon yelled from downstairs.

Harry sighed and walked outside, his uncle looked at him and smirked at Harry's bruise faces. Today was his birthday but no one had written him. Two years ago, Dobby had managed to intercept his letter but he knew that it wasn't the case. So something was up in the magical word. Because, you see, Harry Potter was a wizard. A simple spell would have clean the care and make it sparkle and shine, another would have help him heal his wound. But the stupid ministry had a law that prevent underage wizard to do magic outside Hogwart. So Harry kept doing those meaningless tasks by hand. A loud 'crack' got Harry out of his pensive state. This sound was only heard in the wizarding world and announce an apparition one of the many way wizard travel around the world.

"Harry Potter?" A feminine voice asked.

Harry turned his head slightly to see who was speaking to him.

"Depends." He said slowly, his lips menacing to split again.

Harry got himself to face the young woman and he saw her grimacing when she looked at his damaged face.

"What happen?" She asked curiosity clearly written on her face.

Harry mumbled something the woman wasn't able to understand. She took a wand out of hr pocket and looked around. Harry took a few steps back ready to dodge anything the witch could send her.

"Who are you?" Harry asked clearly making blood appear on his lips.

"Oh yeah! The glamour…" She began to move hew wand to cast something but Harry quickly grabbed her wand.

"Not here, I'll get in trouble by the ministry, don't want to be expelled for underage magic."

"Underage… That's bullshit… I've been doing magic since I was seven."

"I received a warning last year because someone else did magic in my house."

"Ho! Muggle… You leave with muggle? That explains a lot."

"Explains... what... I mean..." Harry mumbled but he lips started to bleed again.

"Well, I need to explain thing to you but first I got to get you out of here…"

The girl didn't let him time to move, put a hand on his shoulder and Harry felt himself pull into a long tunnel. Somewhere in the ministry of magic a warning bell rang stating that a muggleborn under surveillance had done magic in de vicinity of his house. Luckily the warning bell stopped before anyone noticed it. The clerk who was on duty had been on his break… It would take three days before anyone notices it and since the man who saw it was the same, he cover it and make it disappear. He had a job to keep.