"god dammit boy, stop lazing about and get your arse outa bed" "yes Uncle Vernon" . Harry jumped out of bed and put his clothes on, if that is what you could call them. They consisted of one tent sized T-shirt, big enough to fit Harry in three times over, one pair of jogging bottoms, which looked like Harry had three legs because they were ripped at the seams, and a pair of broken and run down shoes that for all intensive purposes talked as he walked, due too the soles coming apart. So with this done Harry made his way out in to the kitchen to start breakfast. You see Harry lived with his relatives Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and his cousin Dudley. They were very cruel people who liked to blame the world or unfortunately Harry for every possible thing that could go wrong no matter what it was, even if Harry wasnt there it didnt matter, it was all Harry's fault. But at the age of ten he took it all in his stride; the verbal abuse, the physical, and never complained, as far as he was concerned this is just how life for him was supposed be.

Harry was quite small for his age, probably due to the lack of food given to him by his Aunt and Uncle, he had messy jet black hair that no matter how hard he tried to make neat and tidy always ended up jutting out in every direction, Much to his aunts displeasure. He also wore a pair of plain, round, gold rimmed glasses that were broken from being punched by his cousin Dudley, and a lightning bolt scar on his forhead. Harry never knew his parents and after trying to ask Aunt Petunia several times, all he was told was that they died in a car crash, he just wished that he had a photo of them or at least something to remember them by. His bedroom was a cramped cuboard under the stairs just big enough to fit a bed into but Harry could still touch either wall at the same time. There was plenty of room in the modest 4 bed house but Dudley had claimed three due to his overload of toys and games that he had never touched. Harry didnt mind too much though he liked his cozy room, it was his only place to get away from the torment of every day life that living with the Dursleys brought him, as long as he over looked the abundence of dust and spiders, and the noise from his heavy footed Cousin, then it was perfect.

He had decided years ago that there was no use fighting back to his unfair treatment as this only made things worse so he got on with it, and tried to do as he was told. However it was not always that easy. You see sometimes things would happen that he couldnt explain, once when Harry was at school, he was running away from Dudley and his gang, playing a game of 'Harry hunting' when all of a sudden he was on the school roof . Uncle Vernon came and picked Harry up from school, after having a very strange descussion with the headmaster, as to how Harry had managed to climb the sheer walls onto the roof in the first place. Harrys Uncle demanded an explination but when Harry turned around and said "I dont know it just happened" what followed was extremely angry Vernon having to come from work he was already in a fowl mood, so dragging Harry up the drive by his ear he thew him into the cuboard under the stairs, after a beating that is and then starved him for a week. A few days previous, on Dudleys birthday they went to London zoo, which was a suprise for Harry as normally he stayed with Mrs Figg a neighbour across the street, but she had had an unfortunate accident and broken her leg, so with no option but to take him, they all went. Everything was going well, at least untill they reached the reptile enclosure, then things deffinately got a bit strange.

Harry found himself talking to one of the snakes about there similar lifestyles, only to be thrown to the floor like a rag doll by his cousin Dudley, who came charging over to see the snake move. Now normally Harry was a well tempered boy, but theres only so much any sane person can take and feeling his anger building up inside him Harry was amazed and quite scared to see the glass surrounding the enclosure vanish, leaving Dudley to fall right in. Although he may have been screaming like a banshee, the snake paid him no mind and slithered out of the enclosure, right by Harry whispering his thanks along the way.

So this brings us back to the current day, Harry had just finished cooking breakfast when Uncle Vernon bellowed "boy come here!" seeing Harry trying to escape the kitchen. "Don't think I've forgotten the zoo boy, now what do you think your punishment should be?"

"Damn!" Harry thought to himself, he had tried too plead his innocence to Uncle Vernon be he would hear none of it and just kept saying that his punishment would be decided when he was good and ready. "If I dont give Uncle Vernon something he will like, I'll only make things worse." But while he was pondering his dilema, Uncle Vernon decided to have a little fun, " I tell you what boy if you can give me a suitable punishment then that will be the end of it. However if i do not think your punishment is fitting, then Petunia, Dudley and I shall come up with something a little more appropriate."

Harry could see the evil glint in his Uncles eyes, and felt his stomach knott in anticpation.

"Crap" was the only thing to come to him there was no getting out of this one, If he didnt say the right thing then he was in for a whole world of pain. But then again he didnt think what he said mattered, his Uncle would still think it wasn't enough. Making up his mind, he looked his uncle in the eye "ttten lashes ... and all the cleaning and gardening for the rest of the summer sir." He managed to stamer out, he really hated the beatings he felt so helpless.

"Ha you have got to be joking" Vernon said his eyes turning cold he shoved his fat face right up to Harry's, his eyes almost popping out of his face as Vernons anger swelled to match his size, which in Harrys opinion was a considerable amount. " YOU THINK AFTER ALL YOUVE DONE! EVERYTHING YOU HAVE PUT MY FAMILY THROUGH, WITH YOUR .. YOUR BLOODY FREAKISHNESS! THAT I WOULD GIVE YOU A FEW LASHINGS?! A FEW BLOODY LASHINGS" whack, Harry fell back under the force of his uncles assault. "DUDLEY GET SOME ROPE!" "I think we should all try to show this little prick the error of his ways" Vernon said menacingly spittle flying out his mouth right into Harry's shocked and panicked face. Dudley normally would cry, and winge at the injustice of having to actually do something. But he had never seen his dad so angry, so he scuttled out of the kitchen to get some rope from his room, with all the presents he got surely there was something he could find. Oh how he hoped he could join in he hated that little freak.

Not even five minuites later Harry was strapped to the chair, crying out in agony, as the only family he had left brutly beat him. It was relentless, there was nothing he could do, he tried to reason with his uncle but all he got was a punch to the gut, which promptly left him speechless. "oh god please help me... Please!". He had never thought of himself as a religous person but there was nothing left he could do, there was no one to help.

No sooner had this prayer crossed his mind that he felt something break 'inside' him and the most excruciating pain he had ever felt before ripped through his body. Letting out a blood curdling scream he slumped against his restraints which promptly broke as if they were nothing more than tissue. Leading him to fall face first on the floor still writhing in agony.

All the while, his supposed family were standing around staring at Harry in what could only be described as horror. Vernon couldn't make sense of it, one minuite they were beating some sense into the little runt and then all of a sudden he was screaming, he managed to snap that rope like it was nothing. He had a bad feeling about this and even with a brain the size of a pea, some part of it recognised Harrys growing power. It probably helped the fact that Harry was glowing, with light franticly pulsing around his body. So he promtly grabbed Petunia and Dudley and waddled to their car as quick as there fat legs would take them, ignoring his wifes questions and Dudleys whining, he sheperded them all into the car, and slammed the highly polished Rover into reverse, screeching out the drive way. They had no sooner got to the end of the close when a huge explosion suddenly ripped through privet was a blinding white light and not needing too look back Vernon just knew they would not be going home. That little shit had blown up their house! Well he thought to himself fitting really died just like his parents. Well good bloody ridence!

Harry didnt even notice he was alone, all he knew was pain, so much pain. He didnt know what was happening but all he wanted was for it to stop. Then all of a sudden he could feel something building inside him, coursing through his blood filling all his senses, and around his shoulders, reaching its peak it popped and burst out of him releasing the pain in a pure white light leaving him curled naked in a ball greatfully slipping into unconcousness unaware of the destruction around him or the change that he had just experienced.

Unbeknown to Harry he was not alone; as standing on the edge of the wreckage Gabrielle observed the boy curled into a ball on the floor, his heart broke at the treatment he had just witnessed but he could not interfere, not with the change happening, if he had got too close then theres no telling what could have happend if his power was to mix with the volitile nature of this poor childs own grace. But it was completed now, he had witnessed the change before but he had never experianced anything like this in his considerably long life, not only was the boys power extrodinary but his features were also unusual. One thing was for sure he was a boy no longer, not that he ever was his grace was just dormant, but father answered his sons call, and he was here to take his new found brother home. Sweeping him up into his arms, and with one powerful stoke Gabriel left the earth behind with the worlds savior