Chapter 1
A/N: This timeline takes place right before Harry is rescued by Ron and his brothers Fred and George by a flying car.
Setting: Harry Potter grew restless waiting for the letters from his friends which we all know were hidden by the evil Vernon Dursley and instead of discovering it which led to the dangerous night mission of Ron and his brothers, a weird, odd man appeared before the door one late night and claimed Harry as his son and invited him to his home.
Harry stared blankly at his ceiling awaiting any kind of letter from his friends at Hogwarts, sadly, no letter has arrived. He was absolutely sure some type of letter would come but the only thing that was a guarantee was how much his aunt and uncle hated him and their porky son Dudley. They forced him to do chores and each time the chores became more and more mountainous to the point it was simply slave work. He would trim the already trim bushes, wash the already washed care and water the already watered plants. It just wasn't fair.
He sighed silently to himself until he heard a knock on the door from downstairs. The door was lock at nights to keep him from escaping and jumping off the roof required athleticism Harry didn't have. He saw the lights ON from his uncle's bedroom. The light spreading towards downstairs as a large, fat man heaved his way down to the door.
Please fall down…please fall down…
Harry thought, sneaking a glance through the small vent just underneath his door. He was used to crawling since he had to clean the other vents around the house daily. A second doorbell ring and Vernon was already at his wits end, "I'm coming, I'm coming, hold your dang horses." He spat.
It wasn't that the visitor was being impatient; it was more in the line that Vernon was just so damn slow. He managed to finally reach the door which he opened in an instant after peeking through the curtains. He only does it if the man was three times smaller than he, knowing that makes it hard for anyone not to pass.
The person standing outside had a black trench-coat and bowl shaped hat. He wore glasses, not the circle kind like Harry's but a rectangular shape that looked cool. His expression was dark, mostly, with a hint of venom and anger, "Are you Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley's husband?" the man asked, not looking at Dursley and stepping inside uninvited.
The amount of authority the man possessed was massive and Vernon immediately regretted opening the door for such a man. The clean cut man took out a notebook and wrote down a few words while observing Vernon's possessions.
"That is correct…" Vernon replied dryly, "Can I ask why you're inside my house?"
Way to hide your tail between your legs uncle…
Harry thought quietly but was also taken aback by the man's aura. Where could he be from? Hogwarts? The ministry of magic? Is he even human? Nowadays Harry was ready to believe anything but none of what he proposed identify the man in any way. He seemed like a normal muggle but wasn't. The man seemed tired of looking around and put his pen and pad back inside his coat. He turned his eyes at Dursley who then froze quickly, unable to move.
"Do you know of a boy name Harry Potter?"
Dursley felt the sweat from his forehead drip to the carpet Harry vacuumed daily. He would have to scrub that sweat off in the morning, thinking that, Harry sighed slightly at the thought. Vernon couldn't speak or move but Harry had no idea what kind of magic this man was using. He didn't even mutter a spell.
The pig-like man nodded slowly, following the man's nod as proof of acknowledgement, "That's what I thought." The man replied and then looked at him one more time, "Is it true you keep Potter confined and force him to do laborious chores against his will while feeding the labors of his work to your fat son?"
Vernon reacted at the insult of his son by shaking ferociously but his movement was still bound. He soon grew tired, three seconds later, but still refused to give an answer, "Now don't lie Vernon Dursley…" the man told him, "I got video evidence stored somewhere safe…if you lie I can take you to court and sue for everything you have and if that doesn't work…" there was a cold, harsh smile on his face, "I can always eliminate my problems when things don't work…maybe starting with your porky son or your scrawny wife…"
Harry couldn't imagine the fear on Vernon's face even though he was staring blankly at it. It started growing redder like a beat until turning bright, violet purple. Vernon nodded his head slowly in compliance and the man only snickered at the poor mans will. He then grabbed a file from his coat and opened it, handing his bold-point pen to Vernon, "Then sign here under the Child's Release Act document right below stating that you release all rights to Harry Potter in respects of your wife Petunia." Vernon was finally able to move again but was limited to only grabbing the pen. Even then, his fingers moved so rapidly he could barely sign the paper.
Harry was still trying to make sense of what was happening. Who is this man? Why is he trying to take him under his custody? What does he have to gain for this and who told him to do it? Was it the dark lord or one of his companions? Harry was starting to feel defenseless when he realized his wand was still under the basement stairs.
But before he could react to anything Vernon had already signed the papers and fainted on the floor. There was a loud crash from outside and Harry scattered to the floor to find his uncle defeated and the man grabbing all of Harry's belonging until he was standing there, looking directly at Harry. He took out Harry's wand and sharply threw it at Harry. Harry thought he was trying to break it until he noticed the wand flying right pass him. It managed to go through the small crevice he was looking through from all the way downstairs.
But how?! It takes years of aiming to even accomplish that, let alone a house you just walked into. The man's eyes weren't like the ones he had when he stepped in. It had a gentle nature about it this time and he smiled, saying, "Harry, say the words Alohomora."
"I know the words…" Harry muttered under his breath and said the words that opened locked door that wasn't protected by magic, "Alohomora." The lock door made a click to show it was now unlocked but Harry was still hesitant to come out. He somehow managed to get his wand back but the man below might do his mind magic on him too and then capture him for the dark lord. He didn't feel any of that presence he felt when witnessing different evil. The evil that man presented felt artificial in some ways but real at the same time, as if he was practicing for years to show a face like that.
A face to freeze people where they stand…
Even though Hermione managed to nag some spells in him he still didn't know of any spell with that description. Harry decided there was only one thing to do, "Are you a friend or an enemy…?" he asked honestly. No matter what he said, Harry was ready to come out and burst every spell he learned so far, even if it wasn't enough.
But instead of an answer, there was a light, friendly chuckle from outside, "You have nothing to worry about boy. The wizard world must have put you on your toes or was it your horrible aunt and uncle?"
Harry found himself automatically opening the door to see his savior still standing there. The man was still smiling and even Hedwig was calm in his cage, which he mostly wasn't because he didn't have time to fly and spread his wings.
"I-I'll follow then…" Harry replied. He walked down the steps slowly and each step felt refreshing. If the man wanted him dead or unconscious he would have done it by now. The man stepped outside to the refreshing cool breeze of night and in front of 4 privet drive was a black, expensive looking sedan. He opened the door to the back of his car and stuffed Harry's things inside with care and even though it was dusty, he didn't mind dirtying it up.
Harry stood behind him, feeling slightly sorry even though it wasn't his fault. If he had the chance he would have made sure all his things were spotless and without dust but still he felt a little guilty. The man noticed and merely grinned, "Don't worry about it. I'll have it cleaned by tomorrow." He told him, "I am your legitimate father now."
"M-My father?" Harry looked stunned just realizing it now. He's right. The papers Vernon signed was to release the rights of Harry but to whom? Him? Everything still didn't make sense. Who was this man that wasn't to custody over him?
"Don't worry…" The man finished packing Harry's stuff, "I'll tell you everything in the car ride." He walked up to the driver seat and got on. Harry naturally walked to the passenger seat. If he was a wizard why don't they just take broom sticks? It would be much faster. Inside the car was particularly nice. It had zero dust and the radio system looked high tech. There was an unopen drink at his side and on the drink was a yellow sticky pad that had Harry's name on it along with a heart and the words MOM on the end, "Sorry she couldn't come." His new dad told him, "She hates seeing me like that; all creepy and crawly she would say." He lets out a light laughter which made Harry more confused.
They were soon on the road when Harry looked to his father side and finally drew the courage to ask, "I'm sorry but can you tell me who you are and where are you taking me?" his father didn't take his eyes off the road, "I guess I did promise an explanation…" He sighed, "…and here I thought your sister would explain everything for me."
Harry felt sorry for him for some reason and shook his head, "I-It's fine…I guess I can wait." He didn't like pressing people since it wasn't like him. He usually just went with the flow when it came to people who helped him and the man surely helped him. One more day in that hell hole he called home and he didn't know how his mind would go insane. The man smiled and used one of his free hands to grab Harry's drink and nudge him at the side of his shoulder, "Atta boy, that's why I thought having you for a son would great. I never had a son you see, I only had a daughter and she only studied all the time. You like playing catch Harry?"
Harry stared at him and couldn't help but feel curious. He wasn't feeling one hundred percent on the whole new family setting even though it was a ten-fold upgrade on the Dursley's but not having a father did present itself with a few mysteries, "Well, I can't say I have sir…"
"Harry, please," his father shook his pleasantly, "Call me dad."
"I-I don't believe I can just yet, I can barely believe this isn't a dream and I won't wake up from it. I think it would help if you can explain how you stunned my uncle like that?"
"Well…" his father looked unsure, "…I guess you can call it magic." He smiled.
"So you're a wizard then?"
"No." he answered truthfully, "I'm more of a dentist to be honest but even a dentist has their own way of things and even then, I'm not only a dentist… I used to be a full-fledged mercenary for an international rich man association. I was sort of like a hit-man, I guess?"
"Y-You were a hit-man?"
His father nodded, "I lost the muscles and young age but I still have the tricks and magic as you wizards would say. Sometimes I wonder if it's a good thing to have these kinds of tricks up your sleeve. Well…" he looked at Harry for only a moment, "It was good enough to get me that son I always wanted."
Harry didn't talk much after that. He was still dizzy from everything that was happening. The middle-aged man with him was still giddy just from the presence of his new son. It didn't take too long until the both of them came upon a decorated gate and went in. The garden was marvelous but massive and Harry couldn't bear the thought of having to do to chores on that, "You won't have me…" Harry swallowed hard and the man looked to what Harry was gesturing at. He laughed hard and shook his head, "What! Of course not! We got people paid to do that sort of thing. Don't worry a feather on your soul for it." he laughed some more until they came upon an ginormous mansion covered in white paint and elegant design, "Welcome to your new home Harry. Your sister is asleep. You should be able to meet by this morning." He glanced at the time at his watch, "I won't lock you in your room…but you are late for bed." he joked and Harry uncomfortably laughed nearby, "and don't worry about your stuff. Your sister will help you decorate your room with you until the both of you head on to Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts? So you are a wizard?"
"No my dear boy…" the man responded, inviting Harry to his new home, "I am a muggle, Hermione Granger's father."
