Driven to the Past
Bloodied and broken, raped and beaten. Such criminal words deserve severe sentences of punishment for anyone who commits them. Children are especially taken care of to be protected from being victim to such deeds. However, not all children are lucky to be protected from suffering. Some have the absolute torture of a childhood to endure abusive relatives. Among them was the smallest resident of Number 4 Privet Drive, Harry James Potter. To reasons that he could not understand because his aunt and uncle were too nasty to tell him, he was cruelly treated in a house that should have been a home to him. Because of the influence of his cousin, Dudley Dursley, he had no friends. No one who would miss him if he were to die unexpectedly at the ripe old age of eight, he morosely thought as he clenched his teeth to forget the pain.
Harry gingerly crawled to his cupboard and prayed for something to happen so that he will be rescued from his hell. When his Uncle Vernon went to lock it, something happened. A light enveloped the bloodied boy, and sent him as far away from number 4 Privet Drive as anyone could get. About 400 years into the past to be exact.
Sebastian was having the three servants of the Phantomhive mansion prepare for their guest when it happened. An icy blue light shone in the garden and after it faded, it revealed a small child. Too small a boy for his liking. He looked more like a dwarf than a regular child. He appeared to be about four or five, with messy black hair and ribs showing. When Sebastian saw the child's eyes, he almost gasped in shock. They were the purest emerald he'd ever seen, almost gem-like. The child flinched, as if he expected to be hit. A gesture that had Sebastian narrowing his eyes at the sight before the boy collapsed into his waiting arms.
After putting the child in a bed, he continued preparations. It took hours for the nonsense to be over with, and the man disposed of for embezzling funds.
That was when Sebastian alerted his master to the child.
"A child? How did he get in here?"
"I don't know. Other than the light, there was nothing out of the ordinary about him."
"Where is he?"
"In one of the spare bedrooms."
"Very well. I will see about him in the morning."
Harry didn't know where he was, but it was infinitely better than his cupboard. He curled in the blankets, and fell into a light sleep. He awoke twice to the sound of footsteps outside the door. Both times it was the same person. Too light to be his uncle or cousin, and too heavy for his aunt.
At the crack of dawn, he woke up quick. It took him five minutes to realize he was no longer in Privet Drive. First, his 'aunt' had yet to come to the door to yell at him for breakfast. Second, the air was too clean and the room too big.
The footsteps returned. This time a lighter pair was with them. Too light for his family.
The door opened… and revealed a very tall man with short black hair and a butler outfit. An antique butler outfit. One look at his dark eyes told him that something was off about him.