A/N "Grenfell does not own Harry Potter, nor any other media out there."

Warning! dark material inside, including implied non-con of a minor!

4 Privet Drive

"Boy! get your ass out here and cook breakfast!" The shout was heard from within the house.

A small child of 7 slowly made his way out of a cupboard near the kitchen. The child was wearing extremely loose brown clothes that appeared to be little more then rags, occasionally showing bits of his bony exterior. He had a lightning bolt scar on his forehead and large circular glasses over his bright green eyes. Finally was a messy mop of snow-white hair that ended halfway down his neck.

The child slowly made his way into the kitchen in order to make breakfast for his relatives, "Since you decided to be so lazy today boy, you will also be cleaning the crawlspace after you finish your usual chores."

The boy simply nodded his head as he cooked their food, "Yes Uncle Vernon."

As he finished breakfast, the rest of the boy's relatives arrived. His Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley. He slowly began to move around the table and place some food on each of their plates. However, just as he passed Dudley and made his way towards his uncle, he felt resistance on his leg. He soon realized that Dudley had tried to trip him as he passed, the boy tried to keep from falling and spilling the food, sadly however he failed.

Time slowed for the boy as he watched the food fly out of the pan and onto the floor. He could feel some of the oil that had been in the plan splash on to his arms and burn him, he knew not to cry out in pain. Looking towards his uncle, he could see the portly man's face begin to redden and his body trembled in anger.

"You little Freak! We clothe you and house you and this is how you repay us?!" Vernon roared out. Taking a quick glance at the clock he turned to his family, "I don't have time to discipline the freak this morning so I will have to do it tonight. Pet make sure he doesn't get any breaks today or fed at all."

Petunia nodded as Vernon left the house, "Well you heard him freak, clean up your mess. As soon as you do the dishes, you will head outside and trim the hedges, mow the lawn, pull the weeds, and water the plants. After that You will come back inside and hand scrub the house clean, make sure you dust between shelves. You had better hope you finish everything before Vernon comes home or else freak."

The boy kept an impassive expression on his face as he nodded and began to work on his chores.

Washing the dishes, he couldn't help but reflect on his life so far. For the longest time the boy had thought that his name was freak, it was the name he was most often called after all. It wasn't until he was forced to attend a dinner party with his relatives that he learned his name was Harry Potter. His typical day included various chores, of which he would mysteriously screw up half the time, leading up to his daily beating.

In his 7 years of life, pain was something young Harry had come to know quite well. Oh, his uncle knew better than to strike him anywhere that would be visible to anyone who might look at the boy and on the off chance that he had interacted with any of the neighbors without his relatives to run interference, they had began spreading rumors that he was a terrible child and a liar. It was almost funny how easy people found it to believe that a 7 year old could be such a bad person.

Harry quickly finished the dishes and moved out to the back yard, beginning to work on the yard.

The boy had quickly mastered the ability to never show his emotions on his face. He had noticed that his uncle would beat him longer or harder if he cried out, "Don't want to make a nuisance for the neighbors" he would say. So while calm on the outside, within his head, young Harry raged. Most of his waking hours were spent thinking of ways to escape from his own personal hell and, when he was feeling particularly optimistic, plots of revenge.

It was near 2pm when he finished the yard work and began to work on the house.

The child had once questioned why he was treated so badly. At first he thought it was because of his unusual hair color or resentment towards his parents for dumping him on his relatives. However, it soon became apparent after, "The Incident".

Flashback

2 years ago

The then 5 year old boy had bumped against the table and caused a knife to fall towards him. Harry knew that the knife would possibly harm or kill him and instinctively closed his eyes and put his hands up to try and limit the damage. He had suddenly felt a slight exhaustion but no pain. Opening his eyes, he could see the knife hovering just over his skin. Looking towards his relatives, he could see them wide eyed and his uncle shaking in rage once again.

Flashback end

That night he had gotten the worst beating yet and was promptly told that he wasn't to do any of that freakish stuff again. Since then a few other oddities would happen every now and then, objects breaking when he was in pain, his hair growing faster than normal, the talking snakes in the garden. There was a time when he just wished his "freakishness" would go away, but he has since come to accept it and attempt to learn how to use it to further his escape. Sadly he still had almost no control over how his powers worked.

It was finally 8pm and Vernon would soon be home from work. Harry had been unable to finish the list of chores in time, largely because Dudley or Petunia would either sabotage his work or keep adding more on. He knew he would get another beating tonight, but that wasn't what had him worried. Lately Harry had noticed that, while the usual hatred was in his uncle's eyes, there was something else in there whenever he looked at Harry. Something that made Harry scared and feel dirty.

Suddenly the door was opened as Vernon strode into the living room. The large man looked towards his wife, sparing a quick glare towards the younger child, "Did he complete his chores Pet?"

Petunia shook her head as she went over towards he husband, "No he didn't dear, he was a complete failure. He kept on screwing up the simplest of tasks, or leaving complete sections of the rooms he was cleaning dirty. Honestly, I think he wasn't taking his job seriously. He didn't even get around to doing the crawlspace like you wanted. So disrespectful."

Vernon's glare intensified as he stared at the child in question, "I ask you to do a few chores around this house and you can't even do as I ask freak? Fine, it is time that I disciplined you properly, after this you wont ever think to disobey me again."

With that that large man quickly grabbed a squirming Harry and began dragging him by his shirt up the stairs. Harry soon found himself thrown into his relative's bedroom. Looking towards the door, he fearfully noticed a sick grin on his uncle's face as he closed and locked the door behind himself. Beyond the door, a shout was heard before a loud slap was heard. From there was merely slight whimpers and shuffling.

In the kitchen, Petunia Dursley was cooking up dinner for her family. Normally she would just have the freak do the work, however that plan was quickly thrown out the window. She was slightly confused when her husband had taken the freak upstairs to beat, but had assumed that he didn't want to expose their precious little Dudley to the beatings. While the freak deserved it, Dudley may not understand and it could hurt his young mind to have to witness his father being that angry.

Petunia well understood that the freak got what he deserved. After all they had taken him in when he was abandoned on their door 7 years ago. It wasn't too much to ask that after they paid for him to live under their roof, that they have him do a few chores around the house and do them on time. Suddenly there was a loud shout. Before Petunia could investigate the noise, she felt a burning sensation over her entire body.

At the same time a young Dudley was watching the television in the living room. Dudley knew that his freakish cousin was being beaten punished upstairs, largely because of his own actions. The boy had never really liked his freakish cousin and ever since "The Incident" he found himself to be slightly frightened of the younger boy. He felt it was better that the freak learned his place in the family and so he would usually do little things to ensure that the freak was punished each day. The more he was punished the less likely he was to try and harm him, or at least that is what Dudley believed. Like his mother, Dudley heard a shout, not paying much attention to the noise, he was interrupted from his show by the sensation of his skin burning. Before he could cry out, he could no longer feel anything.

Back in the bedroom, a few minutes earlier, a wide eyed Harry was staring into the wall, curled in on himself and tears streaming down his face. Vernon stood towards the door, buttoning up his pants, "I hope you learned your lesson you little freak, maybe next time we can bring some other people in here, get some more use out of you. Especially seeing as how you appear to be unable to do your chores around you, might as well get our moneys worth."

As Vernon reached towards the door, he heard a quiet noise come from the freak, "What was that freak?"

Harry's head mechanically looked towards the man, "No."

Vernon frowned as he moved back towards the freak, "It seems you haven't learned your lesson yet freak. You do what I say no matter what, do you understand?!"

As Vernon shouted at the boy he had began to move forward, fist in the air, intent on striking the freak. Before his fist could reach however, Harry had closed his eyes and shouted out his denial once again. This time he felt the exhaustion he usually did when odd things happened, however it appeared to be far more draining this time.

A couple minutes later and all Harry could feel was heat. There was a slight crackling noise in the background but he could hear nothing else. Slowly opening his eyes, he was startled to see purple flames lighting the room. As he looked towards where the monster he called an uncle had stood, all he could see was ash and bones. Knowing, on an instinctive level, that he had to get out of the burning house, he slowly limped his way out the door and down the stairs. In the living room, he could see another pile of ash and bone near the couch and a third poking out of the kitchen.

Harry soon made his way outside the front door and onto the lawn, falling a few times on his way out. He wasn't sure how he had managed to not get burned but he was certain that it had something to do with his powers. It was then that he realized that he may have caused the fire and the apparent death of his relatives. Harry was slightly torn now, on the one hand that monster was dead but on the other he might have been directly responsible for three deaths. Finally, the repercussions from his power and the memory of the night had caught up to the boy and he collapsed, never noticing various symbols around the property light up and then disappear completely.

Hogwarts

An elderly man with a long white beard was going over some paperwork for the upcoming school year. This was Albus Dumbledore supreme mugwump, chief warlock of the wizengamat, and headmaster of Hogwarts.

Suddenly, one of the silver instruments he had monitoring the Potter child shattered. Quickly leaving his chair to inspect the shattered instrument, he was disturbed to find out that it was the one monitoring the state of the Dursley house. The shattering having indicated that the house was suddenly destroyed.

Dumbledore quickly moved to gather some of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, believing that the boy-who-lived may be under attack from Death Eaters or other dark wizards. The headmaster grabbed his phoenix familiar and rushed out of his office, never noticing the other instruments monitoring the boy's location and health begin to crack and break.

Black Forest

The Shadow Court was an organization that resided within the Black Forest of northern Scotland. The reigning steward of the court was a female dark elf who went by the name of Lilith. Like her ancestor's she held together what remained of the Court until the day that House LeFay returned. Sadly the ravages of time had cost the Court greatly and now many were wondering whether or not the line of Morgana even existed anymore.

Due to this the Court's state, it was with great joy that Lilith finally felt the burning of a rune activating over her chest. The rune was a masterwork, made in the last days of the Shadow Court's prominence, when the final heir of LeFay realized that the line may very well end with him. The rune was designed so that it would alert the holder whenever a lost heir came into his/her lineage or if magic had chosen a worthy inheritor of the LeFay magic.

Lilith rubbed the mark on her chest lightly as she decided how to proceed with the situation. Looking to the captain of her elite guard, she decided that they had to move quickly, "Leon! Gather the Rune Blades together, LeFay returns and we must ensure the safety of the new heir."

The mentioned Leon straightened up at the side of his leader before giving a quick nod in acknowledgement of the order, "Where are we deploying, my lady?"

Lilith took a moment to trace back the magic that had activated the rune. As she found the source, a deep scowl appeared on her face and a primal growl came from her throat, "Move quickly, it seems the head of LeFay is around muggles... disgusting creatures."

A frown made its way to Leon's face as he hastened to prepare his soldiers.

4 Privet Drive

Little Harry Potter finally woke from his unconscious state. Sitting up, he could see the smoldering ruins of his former house. The child curled up and began rocking to himself as he thought over what he would do next, 'Those monsters are gone filthy, but so is my shelter, filthy. No one here will likely take me in filthy, will be blamed, imprisoned. Must leave, but where. Filthy!'

It was in the middle of Harry's slight breakdown, he almost missed hearing a slight whooshing noise come from the street in front of his former house. Looking towards the street, Harry could see 8 figures appear. Each of them were pale skinned with long black hair and long pointy ears. 7 of the figures where bare-chested males wearing a loose lower robe that was split down the middle, allowing their legs to move freely. Strapped to their backs by a black leather holster were large butcher blades.

The one who attracted Harry's attention the most however, was the woman standing near the middle. She was wearing a slightly loose, yet elegant black dress with silver swirls decorating the body of the garment. A frown soon made it's way onto Harry's face as he stared at the woman, 'Why do I feel like I should know her?'

The strange beings quickly made their way towards Harry as they noticed that he was the only person in the area. One of the males began moving to grab Harry. The entire scene seemed to change for the young potter, no longer was it a black haired elven looking man reaching towards him. His mind had replaced the being with the monster he had once called his uncle.

With a quick cry out, Harry scrambled away from the newcomers. Seeing that the soldier's presence wasn't helping any, the woman quickly waved them back and approached the boy herself, "It is alright little one. We are not here to harm you but you must come with us and quickly. This place is not safe and we may have already attracted to much attention to ourselves."

The female's voice was able to drag Harry out of his shaking. Looking towards the woman he couldn't help but question her, "Wh...who are you? What do you want with me?"

Lilith smiled as she signaled her guard to prepare to leave, "You may call me Lilith and I want to take you someplace safe, would you like that little one?"

Harry stared at the woman for a moment before he slowly nodded, allowing her to approach him. The woman elegantly walked closer to the cowering boy and reached for his hand. Harry slowly reached out and took the woman's offered hand, gripping as tightly as his weakened body would allow. With a quick nod of her head, the elves and the young Potter disappeared from Number 4 Privet Drive, just in time to miss Dumbledore arriving with a loud crack.

The Headmaster had arrived with a couple of his Order members, namely Deputy Headmistress McGonagall and Auror Shacklebolt.

Albus looked at the ruins of burning house with a frown, 'Damnit, if the boy is dead, then my plans will need to be altered.' The headmaster managed to compose himself and quickly turned to his subordinates a slight twinkle in he eye, "We must search for Harry. Shacklebolt if you would, please see if you can't find him in the house. Minerva please search within the larger area. I will try and see if I can pick up the magical signature of whoever did this."

The three quickly went about their tasks. Shacklebolt made to search the house for any sign of the Potter child, Minerva to see if she could find the child at a neighbor's or in an alley, And Albus to see if he could pick up the signature from the traces of magic still in the air.

It was an hour later that the three reconvened, a disappointed look on Minerva and Shacklebolt's faces. Albus meanwhile was sporting a small frown.

Minerva began to report as tears streamed down her face, "I'm sorry Albus, but I couldn't find anything of the poor boy."

Shacklebolt nodded sadly, "All I could find in the house were a few piles of ash and bones, one of them appeared to be those of a child."

McGonagall gasped as she held a hand up to her mouth, "God no..."

Albus sighed as he held a hand up to try and get Minerva to focus, "Calm yourself Minerva, while it is terrible that a child is dead, I do not believe it was young Harry. If I remember correctly, then this family did have a son whom was only slightly older than Harry."

The Deputy Headmistress appeared relieved as Albus continued, "However, I managed to pick up a magical signature."

Shock now replaced the sadness on Minerva's face, "You don't think that this might have been... You-Know-Who's followers do you?"

Dumbledore frowned, "While it is possible, I don't recognize the signature of any of the Death Eaters that we came across during the last war. Either way, it is obvious that someone has kidnapped young Harry, but we must try to keep this quiet while we have Order members search for the lad."

Shacklebolt frowned, "Would it not be better if we had Ministry support with locating Harry sir?"

Albus shook his head sadly, "No, we can't be sure how compromised the Ministry is and if this wasn't Death Eaters, then we don't want them to be aware that Harry may no longer be protected."

McGonagall frowned, "What about Mr. Lupin, he should be informed that Harry is missing shouldn't he?"

Dumbledore shook his head sadly, "Unfortunately, Mr. Lupin is no longer part of the Order. Coupled with his lycanthropy, he is far to unpredictable to trust with this information."

Minerva let out a resigned sigh, "I hope you know what your doing Albus."

With that, the three quickly apparated away from the ruins of Number 4 Privet Drive.

A/N Alright, first HP fic and I hope people will like it. I'm also trying something new with the line breaks so if they make things clearer to understand, I may edit them into my other stories.

Now a few things to know, this will likely have slight bashing of a couple of characters and a few alterations to the original story.

Dumbledore bashing- He wont be evil, but he will be a manipulative old man that cares more for the idea of the "greater good" then the people it is supposed to be for.

Molly Weasely- I'm not sure what happens to her will be qualified as bashing but, she will be a mother hen and have certain ideas about how "children" should act, regardless of circumstances.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy what is to come!