Disclaimer: I am not richer than the queen, therefore I do NOT hold any delusions of owning Harry Potter.
As we all know after the death of Lily and James Potter their son was placed in the care of Petunia and Vernon Dursley; Harrys apparent only living relatives. After taking him in quite reluctantly they kept only to make their own personal servant. This brings us to the present day, where young Harry is in his closet under the stairs crying his poor silent heart out. He was four years old and nursing a second degree burn on his hand. He had burned some eggs and the Dursleys wanted to punish him for it. He accidentally let out a sob; he stilled wondering if he had been heard. The thundering of stairs confirmed his fears; he started to shake. The small child heard the door open and felt the pulling of his hair. He feared that he may loose his scalp this time.
"This, this is the last time boy! I don't care what those freaks say. Nobody is ever going to come for you and nobody wants you." Vernon told him as he beat Harry, who never screamed or made a word as he felt bones break. But he felt something besides that, something building. It had always been building ever since his first smack. It was on the brink, he didn't know what it was but his body could no longer hold it. He blacked out when he felt the full force kick to his head, while he lay curled on the floor. He felt the thing release from his body, but he didn't stay conscious enough to know when he had been thrown into his cupboard.
"Damn freak," Vernon grumbled, marching back up the stairs. He didn't see his own son shaking in horror and terror. Staring at his own father as if he thought he himself would be struck. He never saw Dudley go to the phone as soon as his back was turned. Nor would he ever know that Dudley had the Police. Dudley was scared, he loved his cousin but never showed it; he knew what would happen. Dudley was very worried that this time Harry might not wake up, he didn't want Harry to die.
Aleksander Cherny was not a happy man, he had just arrived in 'jolly' old England and was on his was to a conference. He had better things to be doing than sitting and listen to people talk. His daughters birthday was in just three days and he had yet to buy a present. He had spilt coffee on his suit and it was stained horribly. Just as he was about to grab the handle he felt it, that unmistakable feeling of a magical pulse. While yes, he was going to a conference with muggles he was a wizard. This one was light, just a tingle. Then he felt it again but stronger, but he again tried to open the door. Feeling nothing he walked on thinking to the problem had been solved.
"Alexander, I see you have arrived safely. The conference is just about to begin." A older muggle showed the dark haired man into the correct room. He only received a curt nod, thinking his job was finished the muggle went to turn away.
"If you can not pronounce my name correctly then call me Mr. Cherny." The muggle stiffened at the cold tone and nodded. He ten scurried away, hoping to never see that man again. Entering the room he sneered at the occupants in it and took his seat. That's when he felt it, the last magical surge of a magical person in deep distress. He wondered why this was being ignored, in the back of his mind he heard a voice telling him to go to the source. He needed to know why no one had taken care of the problem after the first surge. "I am sorry, but I have a phone call. I will return shortly." He bowed out of the room, hoping his instincts weren't leading him on a wild goose chase. Once alone he apperated out of the building and followed the surges trail. He arrived at a cookie cutter neighborhood, he hated this. Nothing good came from these places, not even in his home country.
"Sir?" he heard behind him, he turned to the voice calmly. A squib stood behind him looking quite scared. "Are you here because of the surge? Oh Merlin I hope you are." She was old and smelled of cats but she seemed kindly.
"Why?" his thick accent came through showing his annoyance. It wasn't at the woman, but at the ignorance of the surge. "Why has not anyone shown up to care for it?"
"It is the child sir," she began looking tired, "Dumbledore ordered that these surges be ignored and called outbursts." Aleksander raised his eyebrow, which was not a good claim from this Dumbledore. Surges were serious and could cause great harm if they went ignored for too long. He suddenly heard a different noise and then yelling. That's when the squib began to almost cry, "Please, help him. I don't know who you are and I don't care. I know you aren't a Death Eater, I can feel it. Just please take him somewhere safe! I can't do anything Dumbledore would find out in a second and return the boy."
Aleksander nodded, this was very bad Dumbledore was obviously not thinking for the well being of this child. Making a decision, he strode towards the home where a slap emitted from. He felt the blood wards and smiled, he got through easily. He had no ill intent for the child, therefore he was not registered. He knocked trying to take the easy approach, the door opened to reveal an oversized boy. He peeked out warily, and then flung the door open. He eyes had tears in them and he looked very scared.
"A-are you the police?" the child asked, the man could tell this was not the child but he nodded. Obviously lying to get into the house. "P-please then my daddy is scaring me. He hurts my cousin and makes me act like its ok. I don't like it; I think Harry is no going to wake up this time. Please help hi—"
The child began to hiccup uncontrollably, showing his fear. Aleksander walked into the house, and then stopped he felt a faint magical signature. It was in the closet confused and went towards it, opening it he found a small child who appeared to be about two or three. He was bleeding badly and appeared to be unconscious. Feeling for a pulse he found a faint one this child was giving up and apparently had every right to. He picked him up and whispered in his ear; 'this pain is over.' He looked at the frightened child in the corner of the room.
"Do you want to leave?" he asked the scared child, who nodded. Aleksander considered this carefully then decided to look for the parents. He put the smaller child on the couch. He took down the pictures of the oversized child as he went. Aleksander found them in a compromising position but he didn't care; he obliviated them only removing the image and thought of their son. Leaving the idea which he had been lost in child birth; if they came to a memory involving him he would simply not exist. Getting the small child out of their minds went much the same. Smiling at his accomplishment he rushed back downstairs and grabbed the dark haired child and the large child and went out the door. He noticed the squib still standing in the streets, he looked at her and cleared he memory too. Once she looked confused he gave the oversized boy the portkey and made sure the dark haired boy was touching it somehow.
"This is going to take you to my home. You will wait in the place you arrive, if you see little girl. You tell her that her father sent you there. Have her help little boy, see will know what to do." He looked the oversized one in the eye, who nodded very quickly. Smiling, he spoke the activation code' "Union"
Once the boys were gone he apparated back to his conference. Put his scowl back in place and opened the door; everyone was still waiting patiently.
"I am sorry for the delay," he spoke looking each one in the eye, "It was my little girl, sometimes she goes on for hours when I am gone. She does not like it, makes her upset."
"We understand Mr. Cherny; we have family of our own." One of them spoke, looking him back in the eye. "We are very interested in your product; it will help our company greatly. If we may begin the meeting, then we can begin to discuss its many applications."
