Disclaimer:- I do not own any Harry Potter characters. Al the other character however are my thinking.

PROLOGUE

I held the coat closer to myself. Oh god! This chilling weather. Stupid cold! Stupid London! Oh why did I agree to come here in November of all months. I walked along the cobbled streets aware of the drunken gazes along my way. I needed to hurry up if I wanted to reach the hotel safely. Almost feeling violated I started to walk quicker (which had to impossible considering the point in these stupid pencil heels! Never buy shoes on sale!) to avert myself from their hungry eyes. At last, a safety corner. It was behind the big and smelly dumpster, right next to the neon sign 'Pizzeria'. Finally! I brought out my cell phone and began to dial for a cab. I looked here and there making myself aware of the surroundings when my eyes fell on a heart-wrenching sight just twenty feet behind me. The man and the small boy it seemed had not noticed me as of yet. The small boy, around four, was clutching desperately to the older man's leg who was kicking him away like a stray puppy.

"Please, Uncle. I will be good. Please don't abandon me. Its so cold here." The boy began to cry desperately. It was then I noticed that he wore only a short sleeve baggy shirt with an equally baggy pants. The man slapped the boy hard across his face and screamed, "I am not you Uncle, you stupid freak! I won't tolerate your presence in my house anymore!"

Then it struck me. This man was abandoning his own nephew to the streets of London. It sickened me, I watched as the boy again tried to please his uncle and the man tiring of the boy's antics began to kick him mercilessly, screaming obscenities. The boy wailed in pain and tried to run away. But his uncle grabbed him by the hair and slapped him hard, again, and again. I shook myself awake, and called the cops here on 4th street behind Pizzeria dumpster. And then my social worker side kicked in and I shouted,

"Hey! What the hell do you think you are doing!" the man seemed frozen, his hand raised in mid-air. I didn't want to look at the child knowing I would loose my anger if I stared into the pain-filled bright eyes. I concentrate on the man. "How dare you hit a child!"

"This is none of your concern, madam! Leave me and my nephew alone, if you so please"

"In fact, I do not so please. What you are doing is in fact against the law- of humanity and England's to be precise. And so I would appreciate it if you would give me your name so as to report it to the concerned authorities."

The man perturbed by the fact that a woman was in fact threatening him, raised himself to his full height, all 5 feet and 8inches of lard for a body and claimed, "I do not appreciate any woman threatening me. I put them in their place." Saying this he advanced upon me. Seeing the opportunity of male chauvinist weakness, I pulled back my hand and smacked it across his face. Surprised at this he fell slightly to the side. I punched him in his crotch, and slammed my knee up into his keeled over face. I heard a crack that rang a cord of satisfaction in me as his nose broke. He fell to the side cradling his head in his hands. "Stay down," I warned him, "The cops will be here any second." Knowing he was down and not likely to step up any time soon, I looked at the boy.

He was a small midget, around four or five. He had messy black hair that covered up most of his forehead and eyes. He was crouching in the corner, his eyes upon me. He looked like a deer, watching his predator from afar, knowing its doom. But I was no predator.

"Child," I called softly, "Come here, sweetie. I won't hurt you." He seemed motivated as he removed his hands from his body let them hang limp across his sides." That's it, sweetie. It's okay. You are safe. I am here now." He moved his eyes to the huge form of his uncle who was still trying to wipe away the bloody from his bleeding nose. "No, child. He won't hurt you. I won't let him. You are safe." His tense shoulders sagged in relief as he rushed over to me and hugged me. I hugged him back fervently. It was then that I heard the sirens. Pulling the not-so-surprisingly light boy into my arms, I walked out from inside the alley and towards the awaiting cops.

"Are you the madam that called us here?" I nodded. I gestured towards the alley. "There is a man back there. He was abandoning his own nephew to the streets and was beating him mercilessly." I took out the child from my arms to let the paramedics look at his injuries. He screamed as they came near and held my legs, as if trying to be invisible behind them. "Shush, child," I said, "They won't hurt you. They will help you heal your injuries." I let my finger graze his cut eyebrow. "I will be right here, no one will hurt you." The boy looked into my eyes, as if searching for the truth in them. Finding them honest, he nodded and let the doctors prod him.

I looked towards the alley. The cops were dragging out the bruised man. I smirked at his condition as he was stuffed inside the car. He started screaming about a law suit against the cops. Good, the more he yells, the stronger it makes my case. One of the cops came towards me and said, "My name is Inspector Roy. Ma'am, I am afraid we will need to do some questioning about the incident." I nodded. The cops them looked down to the little boy and said, "Kid, how often did your uncle hit you?" The boy looked stricken and ready to flee. I grabbed the boy from behind and turned my gaze angrily at the cop,

"Don't you know how to be a little sensitive? Can't you see he is terrified and exhausted. Let the kid rest today. Question me all you like. I am the eye witness."

"Ma'am we will need to take this to the station to record your testimony and account of the incident. Both your accounts." I nodded my head again, "But I'll still need you names."

"Sarayu. Sarayu Khan."

He nodded and looked towards the kid who mumbled out, "Harry Potter."