Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor and I making a profit from this story.

Quick author's note. This chapter will be edited and made longer but right now I would like to hear some feedback on what people think of the plot idea. I promise it will be more Harry oriented as the story moves along. Chapter two will be up soon.

*Cries from nowhere … and everywhere*

Puyallup, Washington. June 19th 10:00 A.M.

'Help …' like a whisper in her ear. Whipping her head around, causing soft chocolate curls interlaced with honey and raspberry to cascade across her face, she looked for the owner of the strangely familiar voice. Seeing no answer, the porcelain skin girl turned to her dear friend "Did you hear anything?"

Deep brown eyes gazed back at her "No, what did you hear?"

"A voice … like they were right behind me whispering help." She searched her sister's face searching desperately for an answer.

Brushing purple hued brunette hair away from her face the other girl replied, "That's really weird Sis. If you hear it again let me know. But for now, let's enjoy our last day of our junior year."

Little Whinging, Surrey. June 19th 5:00 P.M.

Had anyone bothered to look in the backyard of #4 Privet Drive, they would have seen a boy groaning in pain next to the lilies. But no one had the heart, or rather the need to spy that particular afternoon. As such no one saw the unruly mop turn to gaze upon the flowers his mother was named after; or the utter despair in his eyes as he thought about his life. On the brink of blinking out, the morbidly abused boy softly whispered "Help" with a quiet hope that someone would hear his cry.

Puyallup, Washington. June 26th 4:28 P.M.

'Help … please help…' "NO! Oh zodiac please, not again. Where are you?" The sudden outburst made the purple brunette jump in surprise.

"What the hell Dalinda?" tear-filled hazel eyes stared back at her. "Sis, what happened?"

"Carman … I hear him again. He's in so much pain. Why, why does he hurt so much Sis? And why can't I find him?"

"Sis calm down, we'll find him I promise, but you have to keep calm and concentrate ok?" Carman gently touched her emotional sister's arm.

Putting her head in her hands, Dalinda took a deep breath, "Ok Carm, I'll try."

'… help …' "What the? … Sis, I can hear him too … but I have no idea where he is." The elder friend looked at her almost-sister with sorrow written all over her face.

"Well at least now I know I'm not going insane." Dalinda stood up to gaze outside her window. "Why can't I find you?" She paused to shake her head, "Heh, happy birthday to me."

Little Whinging, Surrey. June 26th 11:28 P.M.

Agony flowed through the boy's veins as he woke. Groaning he rolled onto his side, trying to relieve a bit of the pain that seemed to have no end. One thought floated through his foggy mind 'Help, someone please help me…' Forcing himself to open his eyes, the boy noted the damage his "loving" Uncle had done this time; broken bones, bruises from head to toe, gashes at random intervals, and another tattoo of sorts to add to his collection. Lifting his head, he squinted to read it 'Whore'. The boy groaned again and let his head fall back, 'I need to find help ….' And passed out once again from the pain.

Puyallup, Washington July 30th 4:00 P.M.

Giving Andy a hug, the two girls wished him a Happy Birthday once more and hopped into Dalinda's car to go back to her house. As they pulled into the driveway Carman spoke up, "I still can't believe that your parents left you with the house for two weeks and let me stay with you!"

Dalinda turned to grin at her as she opened the door, "I know, neither can I, but they knew how much Andy's party meant to us. Besides they've only been gone for a day and have already called five times to make sure we're alright."

"Haha too true. It probably helps that we're single and you're 17 now." The purple brunette replied as she went to lounge on the couch.

The multi-colored girl joined her and they watched T.V. for a while. In the middle of their favorite show, the two froze and then snapped their heads toward each other with horror filled eyes. "Oh Dear Zodiac, NO! Sis we're going to go get him now!"

"But Dalinda we don't even know where he is!" Carman tried to remind her best friend of the unfortunate facts.

Determination replaced the horror, "I don't fucking care Carm! We'll follow his call, I mean there has to be a reason we can hear him!" The purple brunette shook her head but followed when her sister pulled her up and out to her car. But the two never reached it.