WARNINGS: Child abuse. Bad language used infrequently throughout, further chapters may mention rape. Viewer discretion required.

DISCLAIMER: Ths is the first thing I've ever written and I'm already tired of just seeing these... I'm not JK Rowling (OBVIOUSLY), All the characters are hers all that is mine is the plot of this fanfic and I don't intend on making any profit from it... now plz don't sue me cuz if I had the money to be sued, I would have bought rights to harry potter by now.. (JK)

A/N -\\ Hi! This is my first ever fanFic I've ever written, so I apologize if it's terrible. If by some miracle I'm not my only reader - Thankyou for taking the time out of your day to read my fic/

Also, this is Au, Harry's in Slytherin. The reflective killing curse actually killed Voldemort, therefore Quirrell is just another teacher and there's no one trying to steal the stone. This isn't canon to the books (you could probably tell) Some character may seem OOC because I probably won't be able to write them correctly.. and well as they're 11 years old, there is no slash.
\\Man i feel weird saying stuff like canon, AU, slash, and OOC. I only recently learned the meanings lol/

"Oy, Scarhead! Come here! Let's play a game!" Called Harry's cousin, taking him from his gardening.

"Dudley I'm sorry but I have work to do, why don't you go beat up the 5-year-old at the park while I finish up here?" Harry smirked as he went back to weeding the garden. "Also, my name is Harry. I know it might be a bit hard for you, so I'll forgive you this time," Harry knew it wasn't smart to taunt Dudley like this but he was gonna get beat up anyway, so he may as well have some fun while he could.

"That's it," screeched his cousin "get your arse here! NOW!"

Without thinking, harry blocked the punch flying toward him, and shot an identical one toward Dudley, hitting him in the jaw.

"Ugh, " he grunted, "you'll pay for this one, Potter!" Before harry knew what was happening, uncle Vernon had him by the ear.

"Get inside Boy, NOW!" thundered his uncle.

Harry was tired of being ordered around, "I'd love to, Uncle Vernon, unfortunately, I've not finished my chores yet," Uncle Vernon's face turned purple, the vein in his head throbbing madly.

"YOU FILTHY LITTLE FREAK! GET YOUR UNGRATEFUL ARSE INSIDE NOW!" Fear finally setting in, Harry obediently scurried into his cupboard, preparing himself for his punishment. Uncle Vernon left to get the proper equipment for the 'punishment'. "Get on the bed and take off your shirt boy!" roared his uncle."I-I'm sorry, U-uncle Vernon. Pleas -"
"SHUT UP BOY AND TAKE YOU PUNISHMENT LIKE A MAN" Screeched Uncle Vernon as he brought the whip down onto Harry's pale skin. Harry's back was on fire as he tried his best not to scream out knowing it would only bring more pain. After 10 more hits, each harder than the one before, it finally came to an end. Harry put his shirt back on painfully and slumped down onto his bed, tears threatening to spill. Before leaving, Uncle Vernon had one more thing to say.
"Also you're grounded in here for a week, no food, no water."
Harry slumped further into his bed as he quietly said, "Yes, Uncle Vernon."

A week of isolation with nothing to do gives you a lot of time to think, and in Harry's case, it was how to escape. He had it all planned out and knew it was fool proof. None of his relatives would expect it. The plan begun as aunt petunia handed him his list of chores for the day, along with half a glass of water and half a slice of stale bread. Harry walked out to start on his chores in the garden. Every so often, Harry would look in the kitchen window to see if his aunt had gone. After 10 minutes, she eventually tired of watching her nephew and crept back to the Television. Harry took his chance, he grabbed his pillowcase stuffed with a blanket and the stale bread from the morning that he had saved. Harry made a run for it. As harry ran down the street, he began to weaken considerably, he hadn't eaten in over a week. Harry kept running even when the world started spinning, Harry kept running until the word was black.

When Harry woke his whole body was aching, yet we was more comfortable than he'd been in so long. Harry opened his eyes, confused as to where exactly he was and took in his surroundings. Harry found himself laid on a gray couch, presumably in someone's living room. There was a small coffee table in front of him, with a vase of flowers. The walls were a lighter gray and on shelves, there were several photos of a man, woman and a girl who could be his age. Harry wondered why he was lying in the living room of a bunch of strangers but decided he didn't care; After all, anything was better than being back with his Uncle, Cousin, and Aunt. As Harry sat up, the woman who Harry saw in the photos came up to him.
"Good morning, dear. My name is Jane Granger, this is my daughter Hermione and my husband, John."
"I-it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Granger, my name is Harry, Harry Potter," harry said nervously. "Um, excuse me?" Said harry in a small voice, "Umm, I was just wondering... uh, where am I?" Harry stuttered.

"Oh, of course, dear, I completely forgot, I'm sorry. We live just down the street from you and we saw you collapse on the street so we took you in here," Said Mrs. Granger softly, "I can take you back to your parents now if you'd like?" Harry's eyes widened in fear as reality hit him, he'd have to go back to the Dursley's. Mrs. Granger, noticing the fear in Harry's eyes added, "You can stay here if you'd like, child. It's okay with me." At this, Harry's body relaxed as he profusely thanked his savior.
"Harry? If you can stand, would you like to come to the table for some supper with the rest of us?" Suddenly, harry realized how hungry he was, his stomach growling in protest to the lack of nutrient. "Yes, please!" Harry nodded eagerly.

After supper, Harry helped Hermione clean and rinse their dishes, before putting them into the dish rack. Once the dishes were clean, Hermione went up and showed harry the room he'd be staying in. Harry could not believe his eyes; He had a room to himself, an actual room! Harry had only ever slept in the small cupboard under the stairs. "This is way better than my cupboard!" Harry exclaimed to himself, but Hermione heard him nonetheless.
"Your Cupboard?" Asked Hermione "Whatever do you mean, Harry?"Harry didn't understand why Hermione was so surprised, he was sure it was normal to sleep in cupboards under the stairs.
"My cupboard, under the stairs" Harry stated "It was where I slept and spent most of my time, sort of like a bedroom," he explained.
Hermione's eyes widened, "You mean you slept in a cupboard under the stairs?" she asked, sure she had been mistaken.
"yeah," said Harry. Luckily, Hermione dropped the subject after this as she helped harry unpack his belongings and make his bed with fresh sheets.