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A/N this is my first posted fic so please take a few seconds and let me know how it is and any tips.
The smallest room at number 4 Private Drive contained a sight more horrific than what many people would witness or even imagine in their life time. The furniture was extremely cheap and should have been thrown out years ago, however what was more disturbing than that was that the occupant of the room for the last five years, although only during the summer holidays, is Harry.
Harry is currently lying on the floor due to not having the strength to stand or drag himself onto his bed. Surrounding him is a pool of his own blood, some old and dried some fresh, all staining and soaking into the floorboards beneath him. His body is a tapestry of cuts, whip marks, burns, bruises and broken bones. All he's wearing is a pair of tattered boxer shorts, in tatters due to the extensive whipping; this clearly showed the wounds, and patterns carved into and all over him.
Who would do this to another human being let alone a fifteen, almost sixteen, year old boy you may ask? Who could be that cruel and inhumane? Well the answer to that would be a Mr Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle in point of fact. Although uncle by marriage is willing to commit these despicable acts, his aunt by blood is no better as she is perfectly content to stand by and watch it happen.
However I've yet to tell you the worst of it. Although it seems as if nothing could possibly be worse than this, there are in fact several things that make it so. Firstly that they have being abusing young Harry since he was just one and a half years old and dumped on their door step. That and the fact that he is still conscious, pain and despair clearly showing in his usually vibrant green eyes.
Harry finally sunk into the bliss of unconsciousness a short while later when he shifted slightly and the pain in his right leg, broken in four places, became too much.
A moment later Harry found himself standing in the middle of what he could see was a garden. He calmly looked around taking in the unusual plants, he knew he was safe, and at that point he truthfully didn't care whether or not that was true.
"Peaceful here isn't it?" asked a soft feminine voice from behind him.
Harry let out a sigh of pure bliss, "certainly is."
He turned to look at the woman standing just a few feet behind him. He took in her soft feature, long brown hair, greying slighting at the temples, her kind woodland eyes and soft, flowing white dress.
"Who are you?" he asked curiously after a moment.
She smiled apologetically, "You would call me fate or destiny. I am so very sorry Harry, I never intended for you to go through all you did. Unfortunately I can only influence things up to a certain point and the humans and free will come into play." Her smile brightened slightly, "I'm so proud of you and what you have become despite all odds."
Harry studied her face a moment before slowly nodding. "Why are we here? And where is here for that matter?"
She chuckled merrily. "This is a grove in the city of Darnassus, and we are here so that I may make and offer to make it up to you for the last few years and so that you can beat the perversion of nature, known as Voldemort."
Harry simply raised an eyebrow.
"This is your chance to get 'the power he knows not'. You may come live here, in this world for as long as you need. Your body won't age during your time here, you'll still be fifteen, on the cusp of sixteen upon your return, however you'll be healed, fitter, stronger and, of course, have 'the power he knows not'." She smiled sadly, "you also have somewhere to relax a little without the world's weight on you." She paused, studying him for a moment, "What do you say?"
Harry thought on it for a few moments before slowly nodding.
She grinned at him, "excellent. Now I'm going to transport you to exactly where you are at the moment as the Lady is currently in her grove."
Moments later she faded out of few and the sounds and smells of the world around him began to intensify, as his physical body was surrounded in a golden light. In a finally burst of light Harry became solid and the pain surrounded him once more. Mere seconds later his right leg collapsed from under him, he collapsed onto the grass with a cry of pain. The last thing he saw before succumbing to the darkness once more was a tall, purplish woman rushing over to him.