I don't know where this story is going but I have a faint idea. I would love to hear your suggestions or concerns. As of now I have no plans for a main pairing only a side one.

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Update: Due to a comment I received, I am adding a main pairing to this story. I hope you all like Drarry.

Despite what some people may think, wizards are not so different from Muggles. Sure, a wizard may be able to change a teacup into a rabbit with the wave of a wand, but it never lasts. Muggles may be able to go to the moon but they cannot stay there. Both of their abilities are awe inspiring and have wonders of their own, but there are certain things that the both have.

For example, in both cultures, you'll find greedy hands in charge of an entire populations finances. Children will crowd stores, eager to get their hands on the latest toy. Teenagers will beg their parents to go to the music group that is holding a concert in their area for just one night. Leaders that lie to their citizens just to keep hold to their positions of power. Parents that take their children to get their immunizations so that they don't catch any deadly illness from the dangerous world around them.

So many things that are similar, yet the wizarding world still fears what might happen if they were ever found out. Some wizards do not fear the muggles, only think themselves to be above them. This view is not shared by all of course, but there is enough fear and disgust ruling the wizarding population that it would have to take something drastic to change their minds.

The same sort of thinking could be found at the Dursley residence. The Dursleys were one of the view non magical people in the world to be allowed to know that magic exists. They hated that. Both Mr. and Mrs. Dursley despise the day they ever found out magic was real and they loathed anyone who spoke about such things.

So when baby Harry Potter arrived on their doorstep, they nearly left him out in the cold autumn air to freeze to death. It took some persuading from a manipulative old man to change their minds about keeping him. They swore that as long as little Harry remained under their roof and ate what little food they would give him, there would be no magic of any kind in the house.

This, is where those few little differences are very important. Yes, wizards and muggles are very alike. However, their illnesses are not. A wizard can have a quick remedy from a regular flu but not something like splattergroit. That is of course what vaccines are for, to protect people from illnesses. But as the Dursley's requested, there was no magic at all in their home. So who was to help him?

Harry was safe for the first few years of his life. The Dursleys stayed true to their word and kept all magic out of the house. Several witches and wizards that recognized Harry tried to come and talk to him or shake his hand, but where thwarted off by an angry Mrs. Dursley whom they thought was just an overprotective woman.

When he arrived at school, it would be easy, and in most cases correct, to assume that Harry would have some magical illness befall him. But none ever did. Years past, and still no one would have guessed that Harry had never received the proper that every young wizard should have received.

The summer heat was at a record high. Harry was torn between suffering his relative's presence in the air conditioning, or having some peace and quiet in the swelling heat. No matter which decision he choose he would end up suffering for it.

Currently, he waited in the park under the only tree that provided little shade. His defense book rested open on his lap. He watched as the children raced around playing tag, laughing the whole way. Parents sat off to the side watching for all sorts of dangers waiting for their unsuspecting charges. It wasn't the most glamorous way for Harry to spend his time, but it was the only one that didn't seem to get him into trouble lately.

Even when he tried to listen to the news or do his homework up in his room, the Dursleys would find any type of fault in his actions and yell at him for their imaginary discomforts. Hedwig wasn't even allowed in the house for very long. One small chirp from her and his relatives would start screaming about how she was giving them a headache.

"I really should have a new hobby," Harry sighed. He could start obsessively reading like Hermione, or try to get better at chess like Ron. But none of those things really appealed to him. In school, before he found out he was a wizard, he always enjoyed the art classes that they attended twice a week. Sure, his cousin would destroy whatever it was they created that day as soon as they walked in the door, but he enjoyed making it all the same.

Maybe he could ask someone to get him a journal for his birthday. He was sure Hermione wouldn't mind. After all, she would just end up getting him another homework planner if he didn't ask for one. He hoped that it wouldn't seem rude if he did.

Mundungus Fletcher did not have time to be guarding some teenager wallowing in self-pity. He had more important things to do, like starting up his legitimate business career. The order thought that his time wasn't valuable enough to be spent on anything else than watching the brat, but today he was going to prove them wrong. The sack filled with high quality cauldrons he acquired would show them.

A stand with the sign "Fletcher's Fetchings" stood in Knockturn Ally. Sure it wasn't the grandest of beginnings, but it was a start none the less. He had already sold five of his wares and the night was still young. His customers seemed to like the low prices he had to offer. Might as well, if he got them for a steal then why shouldn't his customers?

However, a nagging feeling would not go away. He did promise to watch over the brat for a certain time didn't he? It was easy to shrug it off for a while every time another galleon was placed in his hands. "Na, he will be fine!" He would tell himself. "Nothing ever happened on anyone's watch so far anyway."

"Hello," A tall man in a blue robe greeted him with a kind smile. "How long to you plan on being here exactly? I would love to purchase one of your… fine wares. But, I am afraid I do not have the funds with me at the moment."

"Of course! Not to worry, I will be here for the next few hours or so. That should give you plenty of time I hope?" Mundungus informed him with a hopeful smile.

"Wonderful," The man clasped his hands together. "I hope I won't be too long then." The man walked away with a promise of returning.

Time passed by all too slowly for Harry. Families came and went, children begged their mothers for "Five more minutes, please", and soon he was left all alone under the darkening sky. It was a bittersweet feeling watching those families. He was jealous of how happy they looked together. Even when he saw brothers and sisters arguing with one another, he could only imagine what that could be like. He also knew, that if he still had his parents, those children might not have ever known what that felt like either.

The sun was almost hidden buy the horizon. The heat from the afternoon was only just creeping away. If he wasn't home before his cousin, then that would only give his relatives more reason to yell at him, maybe even form some sort of punishment. Harry gathered his things, and started his way back to Private Drive.

A sound behind him stopped him in his tracks. There a man much taller than him stood holding a wand in his hand. The man had dark hair, and an unshaven face. His dark blue robes seemed highly out of place in the muggle area. The heat alone would make anyone question his choice of clothing.

"Hello?" Harry questioned uncertainly. It was never a good thing for him for strange wizards to approach him with their wands already in their hands.

The man looking him up and down completely unimpressed. "All these years, and how easy it was to find you."

Harry tensed.

"You're a long way away from the safety of your wards, boy. How happy my master will be once your death is on the front page of the daily prophet," The man sneered. Before Harry could comprehend what the man said, there was a flash of Green light, and everything went black.

"Hello again," Mundungus greeted his returning customer. "That didn't take too long."

"The line was much shorter than I was expecting it to be," the man laughed. "Here you are." He handed Mundungus a Galleon in exchange for his cauldron. "I hope to do business with you again."

"And you as well!" Mundungus replied happily. Mundungus stretched happily and sat in the chair behind him. He couldn't wait to laugh in the faces of those who told him he couldn't do it. This was far easier than he could have ever hoped. Little did he know, the man in the blue robe thought the same exact thing.

"Alright, I'm leaving." Alastor Moody announced to residence of Grimmauld place.

"Send Harry our love will you," Fred asked him.

"Yeah, send him lots of love. Give him a kiss from us even." George added.

"Oh stop it you two. You know he isn't allowed to interact with Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but this is for love." George draped an arm over Hermione's shoulder and Fred did the same with the other. She was already regretting her decision to sit in-between the two.

"How does that muggle song go?" Fred asked with a smile on his face?

"All you need is love," George sang as an answer.

"That's the one." Fred Laughed. Hermione tried and failed to cover her ears while Fred and George serenaded her.

Moody left Grimmauld place under a glamor. It wouldn't do for a magical eyed man to be seen on a mission where he was supposed to go unnoticed. He apparated directly at number 4 Private Drive. All of the lights were turned off save for the living room. His magical eye could see that only the Aunt was awake. The other two muggles were asleep in their beds. But where was the Potter boy? It was his job to know which places the boy most frequented. So, without wasting any time, he apparated to the park.

At first, he could see no one. The park looked as lifeless as a graveyard. He found the boy lying flat on his back, a book open by his side. If he didn't know any better, he would have said that the boy had decided to take a nap at both an inconvenient place and time.

He rushed over to his side and wanted to curse at what he saw. A sigh of relief escaped him when he discovered a faint pulse. "Potter, Potter, wake up," Moody said while shaking him. Nothing. He took out his wand and pointed it at the boy's lifeless body. "Renerverate." Nothing.

A wave of his wand sent a patronus to the order to alert them of the situation. Loud cracks accompanied the arrival of several of the members. Remus Lupin rushed to Harry's side.

"What happened? Where is Mundungus?" Remus questioned.

"I don't know. I haven't been able to put my eye on him yet. I don't think he's anywhere around here at the moment. Smart move. If I ever get my hands on him…" Moody trailed off.

"Kingsley. Tonks. Head to Knockturn Ally. I have a feeling out friend tried to start up his business again at an inopportune moment." Dumbledore kneeled down on the other side of Harry just as two loud cracks sounded their departure. He pulled out his wand and slowly began waving it over Harry's lifeless form.

"What happened to him?" Lupin asked worriedly.

"Well I am afraid that I am not going to be able to give you any details. However, I fear I may have a fairly good idea what happened." Dumbledore lifted up Harry's shirt to show what could only be described as a bright glowing green bruise the same color as the killing curse.

"Merlin," Remus breathed. "How could this have happened?"

"I don't know, but I think Mundungus might give us a clue."

They took him to Grimmauld Place and put him in Sirius' old bedroom. Mrs. Weasley was completely against this as there were inappropriate posters of muggle women in bikinis hanging from the wall, but it was the only other private room available that was clean enough to live in.

His breathing was too slow and shallow. His heart rate was almost nonexistent. Anyone would have thought they were looking at a corpse if they had laid eyes on him.

"He needs to go to the hospital. We are not equipped to handle something like this," Mrs. Weasley whispered to Dumbledore as though she were afraid that Harry might wake up.

"My dear no one is equipped to handle this," Dumbledore sighed.

"That may be but they might be able to help him far better than we can here!" Mrs. Weasley almost raised her voice. "Surviving the killing curse once is a miracle, but twice? That's not a scar Albus! That thing might be killing him and what are you doing to stop it?"

"I agree with Molly," Sirius said regretfully. His hand was wrapped around Harry's in silent support. "There isn't much we can do here. There is nothing we can do here. If he dies because you refuse to get him help…"

"He will be fine," Dumbledore said in finality. "He survived it once, he can do it again." With that, he left the room.

"He has got to be joking," Molly huffed. "I don't normally disagree with the man but right now but this is one of those times-"

"You want to punch him so hard his crooked nose falls off," Sirius supplied.

Molly glared at him. "Well not when you put it like that. But, yes."

"What are we going to do then?" Sirius asked her.

"You tell me, you're the one who was supposedly always good at sneaking around." Molly threw her hands in the air.

A smile stretched out on Sirius' face and made him look ten years younger. "Oh Molly dear, I think I can come up with something."

Three days had passed. Not only had Harry's condition not improved, but it had gotten much worse. He had developed a fever over the first night that had steadily increased as time went on. His friends were only allowed to see him for only a moment of time before being ushered out of the room.

"He will get better won't he?" Ron asked his mother at dinner that night.

"Of course he will dear. He just needs time and rest." But Molly did not sound like she believed her own words.

There hadn't been any smiles since Harry arrived in his condition. Not even the twins seemed to be up to pulling any jokes or telling any stories. Sirius refused to leave Harry's bedside. He claimed that it wasn't right for him to leave his godson with those horrid excuses for muggles and it definitely wasn't right for him to leave his side now.

Harry was running. He had been running and couldn't stop. Something was missing and he couldn't find it. Something very important. Something that was a part of him and now it was just gone.

An empty field stretched out around him for miles. Nothing had changed in the time he started to run. The grass reached his ankles and the smell of summer air had hung in the air. Not even the sun had it always been that big? in the sky had changed when he was sure several hours had passed. The large green light in the sky however, had gotten much larger as time went on.

At first it was a little thing, easy to ignore. Now, it cast its own light almost as bright as the unnaturally large sun that hung so naturally in the sky.

How did he even get here? Where even was here?

He couldn't remember anything. Had he even left Hogwarts yet? Where was his friends? Where they the ones he was looking for? No. No, it was someone or something else. Maybe both. He couldn't remember.

A clue, or a name or anything would be better than the emptiness he felt at the moment. He stopped running, and fell to his knees in the tall grass.

"This is hopeless," he cried. "Where the hell am I?"

He didn't think he had ever felt so alone. It was then he realized, that something was changing. It was the heat. But, it wasn't coming from the sun. It was coming from behind him. Harry turned to look and a raging fire had taken over the field behind him. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Groaning, Harry quickly stood up and started running again, this time it was for his life.

The fires crept up on him, burning his back and licking at his legs. He tried to go faster but nothing seemed to slow down the fires.

He tripped in his own exhaustion. The heat proved to be unforgiving.

It burns. It hurts. Stop it stop it stopstopstopstopstop

Alone, and helpless. Harry didn't know what to do. Everything hurt so much, and he just wanted it all to stop. Everything was on fire and there was no magic here to help him. If only he wasn't so alone.

Through the sounds of the raging fire, Harry started to hear music. A voice. One he could swear he had heard before.

Looking up, Harry saw a woman. When did she get here? Her hair was long and dark red. A hand was stroking his hair calmly as though he wasn't just lying there and burning alive. But, it was her eyes that made him speak. He had seen those eyes before. It was always the second thing anyone ever noticed about him after all.

"Mom?"

The green light in the sky grew brighter.

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