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First happy potter fic so please be nice. I tried on another one but deleted it since I didn't like how it turned out. This seems better, hope you like it.

Warning: mentions of abuse, gore, suicide and other dark themes.

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Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk, his face lined with worry and also guilt, though he dared not to admit his shame. He wished there was some way to undo what had been done but no wizard no matter how powerful or great, can change time and history. It's almost laughable how even great wizards are still limited just like muggles are limited. He knew that unless something was done, everything he worked for and sacrificed for would be for not. He popped another lemon drop into his mouth and held his head in his wrinkled hands.

"If only I had known that this would happen. How could I have possibly known that this would happen?"

Though he played the same thoughts over and over in his head, it didn't comfort him or stop the guilt from almost consuming his mind and heart. He looked up when he noticed a shadow in the archway up to his office.

Madam Promfrey walked into the office, her face grim and her eyes haunted. Albus stood but she spoke first, "Its worse then we feared…he's been beaten heavily and repeatedly. His body is littered with scars and burn marks. He was close to starving; he hasn't eaten for more than a week…."

She couldn't continue, her eyes welt up in tears. "Why did this happen and to someone so young…."

Albus was at a loss of words, what could he possibly say? "We will do everything we can to help him…all though the first day of school is only three days away; I think it would be best to let him take classes with the other students. Perhaps connecting with other students will help heal him mentally as he heals physically."

Promfrey nodded, though she was an expert healer she has never had a case like this in her life. Those eyes he had still made her shiver. His eyes were so…cold. Like his eyes could shoot beams of ice straight into your heart and then chill your soul.

Quietly she left the office and walked back to the hospital wing. The wing was empty except for the one occupant lying in the third bed from the right. Her heart hammered in his chest when she saw him staring at her with those cold, dark eyes.

She could only imagine how Hagrid felt when he went to the Dursley house.

-Flashback-

Hagrid felt the wind in his hair as he flew through the sky to finally see harry once again after ten years. He was curious to see how the young child was fairing and how he would react once he knew he was a wizard. Would he be shocked, ecstatic, frightened…he hoped not frightened. When he finally settled down at the fourth house on Privet drive, he noticed something was odd.

The house was completely empty.

As he walked towards the house he found that the door was unlocked, when he went inside he gasped when he say that the house had been abandoned and for quite some time. There was nothing left but cobwebs, a few covered pieces of furniture and a lone fireplace that was slowly chipping away. There were no lights, only the moon was the source of light in the house. But what really caught his eye, was the cupboard under the staircase. There were several padlocks on it but they had broken somehow, the metal was twisted and there were some old scorch marks on them. When he opened the door he had to cover his noise, the stench was terrible.

Inside he found a small mattress and a blood-stained blanket. The small, wood walls were covered in blood stains. On a small poorly made table next to the bed, was a set of toy soldiers made from metal. They looked perfectly assembled, into a strong skirmish formation ready to fight their next battle. Next to the set was a small journal with the initials, HP on it. Hagrid picked up the book and put it into his jacket. He had no time to read it; he had to find Harry Potter.

Quickly he exited the house and cast a light glamour spell on him to make himself look less…big and more like a businessman of sorts. It wasn't that late into the evening so the lights in the neighbor's house were still lit.

He went up to the door of the house next to the abandoned one and knocked.

A middle-aged woman opened the door and a soft smile, "Can I help you sir?"

"Yes, I've been wondering about the family that used to occupy that house next to yours. You see they were really good friends of mine back in the day and I wanted to see them again, only to find that their house is empty. Do you know where the Dursley's are Miss?"

The woman sucked in a breath and looked at the man with sad eyes. "They have been dead for about four years sir. A man came in the middle of the night and slaughtered the family, oh it was awful. It was a sight that still haunts my dreams…there was so much blood…."

Hagrid stood, stunned and his whole body went rigid. How nobody could have heard about this and for FOUR years. God only knows what had happened to Harry.

The woman took a breath, "However, someone survived they believed but no one knew for certain if he's still alive. A young boy named…Harry was missing from his room they reported. He was kidnapped or rather just his body was taken somewhere else. The case to find him ran cold after a year and no one has heard from him since."

Hagrid blood ran cold…this was bad…very, very bad.

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