Harry Potter wasn't a normal seven year old boy, no, something about him was extremely abnormal, not that he knew what made him that way, but, his aunt and uncle made sure he knew everyday that he was in fact, not normal. They often tried to 'Stamp out' his abnormality by any means, which included them beating him until he cried, or, them just locking him in the cupboard under the stairs.

That's what it was for him tonight, being locked under the stairs. It's been like that for a few days now, he was rather hungry and wondered him maybe they've forgotten about him. He almost wanted to bring attention to himself by banging on the door, but, he knew that any punishment out there would be worse than staying in the cupboard for a few measly days. He pressed his ear to the door, listening for any signs of life, he heard nothing. It made Harry wonder if maybe they were gone, it wouldn't surprise him if they left with him. Knowing the door was locked, but still having some hope, he grasped the knob and twisted it. Locked. As he had guessed.

Gently sitting back down on his urine soaked bed, Harry gently rubbed his left wrist, it was hurting, his uncle had done something to it a few days prior. The good thing about being locked in his cupboard was the fact that some of his bruises were healing, which was good in it's own rights, but, he could do without the smell of his own pee. Reaching under his pillow, Harry pulled out three very worn down crayon stubs. The only colors he could nab from under Dudley's nose was black, pink, and blue. Turning, he pushed some coats back and started to draw on the wall. It kept him busy for a while.

After a while of drawing, he heard a soft 'thump' come from upstairs. Were they awake? Or back? Have they even left? Quickly throwing the crayons under his pillow, and moving the coats back in place, he sat there, perfectly still. He could hear the thumps get a bit more louder and frequent, like they were all moving at once. After a couple of minutes, he started to hear talking, but, it didn't sound like Dudley's, Aunt Petunia, or Uncle Vernon's voices. Nor did it sound like any of Dudley's friends. Standing up on his bed, Harry pressed his ear to the top of the cupboard to maybe get a good hearing on what was going on. He could only make out muffled voices and scattered words.

"...Clothes...Quick..."

Harry jumped when he heard about two sets of feet running down the stairs, holding his breath, he could hear whoever these people are rummaging though the house, mainly the kitchen. The voices were more clear now, someone barking out orders to whoever was with him.

"Yeah, this is the good stuff...This will feed all of us for a week..." One of the voices, clearly female, said to who she was with.

"These people were real porkers it seems." Another female voice spoke. Harry wished that uncle Vernon had blocked the peephole inside the cupboard. Harry moved his head up when he heard another set of feet running down.

"Guys, you have to see this, look how big these clothes are! They are big enough to serve as blankets!" A boy said, clearly excited.

Were these people thieves?

"Yes, they are rather nice clothes, check the cupboard as well, who knows what may be in there."

Harry felt his heart skip a beat, they would find him, what would they do with him? Kill him? His heart raced faster as he could hear feet coming closer to the cupboard.

"Probably nothing but cleaning supplies." He heard the boy say back to one of the girls.

"Maybe, but it never hurts to check." One girl told him.

Harry wished he could just vanish, his heart started to beat at an impossible rate when he heard the cupboard click open. He could only hold his breath when the door opened and he was reveled.

Harry looked at the boy, this boy was no older ten, maybe eleven years of age. He had blue eyes and curly black hair, the boy was obviously confused by his findings, as he looked over at Harry, then over his shoulder to where the girls were, then back to Harry.

"I...I..Uhh..." He started, still very confused.

"Ben! What did you...find..." A girl said, only pausing when she saw what Ben had saw. She was older than Ben, probably in her early teens with long wavy brown hair, matching brown eyes, and olive skin. With no warning, she turned and ran, obviously going to get the other girl.

Ben stepped into the cupboard, Harry only sat there and shakily watched as Ben gotten closer.

"How long have you..." Ben started, but was cut off by the final girl.

"Bloody..."

Both Harry and Ben turned and looked at her, Harry noticed really quickly that the final girl was clearly a twin to the first one, they almost identical to one another, the only difference was this one had black wavy hair put up into a ponytail.

"Kyo...what do we do?" The girl asked her sister, 'Kyo' narrowed her eyes and then just rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"I don't know...I don't know..." Kyo muttered.

Harry felt tears prickle in his eyes, where they going to hurt him? Sniffling, he tried his best to hide his scared sobs but was failing.

"Hey, Hey...Don't cry, it's ok, we aren't going to hurt you." Ben told him gently, then turned to Kyo. "Can we take him with us?" Ben asked, Kyo frowned.

"This is a child, not a puppy." Kyo scolded.

"It's clear that whoever lives here doesn't care for this child! He's been locked in here for god knows how long." The other girl said and Kyo scowled.

"Cecily, we're already packed as it is." Kyo reminded her. Then, with no warning, Cecily grabbed Kyo and pulled her away from the cupboard, the two continued the conversation in private.

Ben couched down to meet eye level with Harry.

"Do you have a name?" Ben asked, trying his hardest not to scare the kid anymore.

"H-Harry Potter." Harry stuttered.

"Harry, that's a nice name...How old are you? I'm ten."

"Seven."

"You're not that far behind me." Ben laughed, causing Harry to laugh with him.

"Harry, why are you in the cupboard?" Ben asked, Harry fidgeted a bit in his bed.

"Because I'm a freak..."

That made Ben blink, Harry watched as Ben's emotions changed quickly across his face, finally it seemed that he settled on anger.

"Harry, this question is serious. Do you want to live here?" Ben asked, his voice deadly serious.

Harry could only sit there for a minute, not knowing what to answer. A chance to leave sounded wonderful, it's not like the Dursley's would miss him, but, something told him that these people didn't exactly live in a mansion.

"I..." Harry started, but, before he could finish his sentence, Kyo came back.

"Ok. It's settled, if the kid wants to come with us, he can, but, seeing how it was your idea, Ben, you get to train him." Kyo told Ben sternly, then looked at Harry.

"Well, kiddo? What will it be?" Kyo asked him. There was a long pause as Harry sat there, feeling very uncomfortable.

"I...I..." Frowning, Harry thought quickly. The Dursley's were mean and hated him, but these strangers might be worse. Still, thinking about his choices, he felt his stomach growl out, and knew that out of everything, these strangers had food. "Ok..." He said finally.

Ben light up at this, and Cecily seemed to do so as well, Kyo looked indifferent.

"Alright, this is not break time. Ben, you take..." Kyo started but paused realizing she didn't know Harry's name.

"Harry." Ben filled her in and she nodded and continued.

"Ben, you take Harry to our hideout, get him familiar with our ways and for god sakes get him cleaned up." Kyo ordered and Ben grabbed Harry by his hand.

"You don't have anything here? Do you?" Ben asked, Harry just shook his head and Ben nodded. "Then just follow me." Ben told him gently, then as they walked out of the cramped cupboard, Harry heard Kyo mumble to her sister.

"The boy who lived...who'd guess...We better not regret this Cecily."