A/N: Alright, people, please bear with me. My Uploader is messing up. It keeps saying that this is four -hundred thirty five words, and then the website cannot find my story. Well, my story does not actually have four hundred and thirty five words. To counteract this, my solution is to add an Author's Note long enough to actually make the fic four hundred thirty five words, and then maybe, my story will be able to be accessed.

So, Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your time, now on with the show.

Presenting... "Here in the Place Where I Love You"

"BOY!"

He hardly had time to register the yell before he was picked up by his scruff and thrown, hitting his head on the doorframe and his back on the wall, into the cupboard.

Still, even after five years of such treatmentment, he worked up the courage (or stupidity) to say softly,

"Uncle Vernon..."

"NO!" His uncle's face purpled as he continued to shout. "I may have to give you house-room, but I won't leave you to inflict your freakishness on us normal people at odd hours! You will STAY IN THERE!"

And the cupboard was slammed shut and locked viciously.

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He lay there for hours, forgotten, ignored, comforting himself through his injuries and floating in his misery, until the darkness of his surroundings became hazy and was replaced by a gentle yellow glow. The coldness of his limbs was erased as he felt himself swathed in the sensation of being held. And into the silence of his world, he thought he heard a soft, sweet voice sing.

Here it's safe, here it's warm,

He was being held, and above him was a flash of red that slowly resolved into the hair of a beautiful young woman.

Here the daises keep you from harm,

He could see her smiling, smiling at him as she continued to croon and rock the both of them, her in the chair, him in her arms, back and forth, back and forth.

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true,

She leaned in closer so he could see her pretty jewel eyes, and her lips dropped to his forehead.

Here in the place where I love you.

And young Harry Potter drifted off to sleep, keeping the hard floor and the stale air and the neglect at arm's length with the loving embrace of his mother's memory.

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Many years later, in a house on a hill, a young father's voice could be heard, low and sweet and mild, and he rocked his child back and forth, back and forth, singing a song that came to black-haired young man from a time almost out of memory.

"Here in the place where I love you."

Hopefully, that was sweet enough to make you feel almost like crying or perhaps just giving an "aww..." please REVIEW!