Chapter 1
The sky was a dark shade of blue above the houses in a quiet town. The town, though there was nothing special about it, held a secret, one kept in a tiny cupboard of an ordinary house of an ordinary street. The secret was an extraordinary boy. His name was Harry Potter, and at right this minute he could be found laying awake crying.
You see Harry Potter is five years old and lives with his relatives in the town of Little Whinging, Surrey.
The reason he lives with his relatives, rather than his parents, is one of the reasons he is currently crying. They, Lily and James Potter, had died and, as his aunt and uncle told him, it was the result of a car crash. The other reason he is crying is that he is suffering from malnutrition and neglect, the kind of which you wish never to see on such a small child, who to most appearances, has a home. The hatred shown to him seemed to grow over the years as things kept happening around him that made the Dursleys angry. This is because Harry Potter is a wizard as were his parents, though he of course does not know this.
Harry was left on his relatives' doorstep when he was fifteen months old, the only identifying features were his brilliant green eyes and the lightening bolt scar on his forehead. It is this scar that makes him so extraordinary even for a wizard. It is the mark of the only person to have ever survived the killing curse, Avada Kedavra, thus he was dubbed, The-Boy-Who-Lived. The caster of the curse, a dark wizard who called himself Lord Voldemort, but You-Know-Who by those who feared him, had been hit with the rebounded curse and thought dead by all but those who knew the unfortunate truth, Lord Voldemort's spirit is still intact and is currently in hiding. It was because of these events that Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore, Most powerful wizard alive and the only one Voldemort feared, thought it would be best for Harry to grow up in a world where he knew nothing of the events that changed his life so early on so he would be safe.
His aunt, Lily's sister - Petunia Dursley, managed to persuade her husband, Vernon, that they would have to keep him. Though this did not mean that they treated him like family or a human being for that matter. They, in actual fact, treated him like a slave no matter how old he was. Thus leading back to the malnutrition and neglect that is ailing the boy. He was wishing with all his heart and soul for someone, anyone to rescue him from the 'care' of his family, before he lost consciousness.
Approximately 500 miles away.
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in is office talking to, his adopted son and colleague, Severus Snape when he had a sudden feeling of immense pain and yet hope wash over him. "Harry!"
"Father?"
"Severus, please listen to me we need to go get Harry from the Dursleys. I hope we're not too late!"
Both wizards ran in silence to the big entrance gate of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Each lost in their own thoughts and fears as to what had happened for Harry to call out telepathically like that.
Once out side the gate they each disappeared with a 'pop'.
Back in Surrey
The father and son duo appeared at the end of Privet drive before making their way to number four. Unbeknownst to everyone else they both had their wands out ready to use if necessary.
Albus knocked on the door and a minute later they were faces to face with Vernon Dursley.
"We are here to see Harry Potter."
"There is no one here by that name and who are you anyway?" Vernon asked maliciously
Severus held his wand to the man's face and glared at him, "Do not play games with me old man you have no idea who you are dealing with now where is he!" Spoken in a tone that students at Hogwarts cower from.
The man gulped and pointed to the cupboard under the stairs. Severus rushed forward and opened the cupboard.
"Harry?" Severus gasped, "Harry it's ok we're here, you'll never have to come back here again."
"How is he, Severus?" Albus asked, his wand trained on the Dursleys.
"Nearly starved to death. I can feel his bones through his clothes." Severus slid his arms underneath the unconscious boy and turned to face the others. "Albus I'm taking him to Hogwarts, you better do something to these 'people' or heaven forbid I come back to deal with them." With that Severus took off out the door with Harry in his arms and apparated to Hogwarts.
A/N I know Severus is quick into calling Albus 'Father' in the fic but in my story it is actually three years since he gained the guardianship of him. Thus is so far used to calling him that in private. R&R
Lucyfer Addams
