Everything hurt.
That was all little eight year old Harry could comprehend at the moment, was the burning white hot pain which was going through his body.
"Why," he whimpered lightly in the small space of his cupboard. He needed to be quiet or his uncle would wake up and hear if; and if his uncle heard him that meant beating twice daily and no meals for a week.
And Harry didn't want to relieve that experience.
Moaning softly in discomfort he gently rolled to his side to clutch his stomach tighter. The skin was a mass of black, purple and blue as Dudley and his gang had cornered him and proceeded to kick him in the stomach of over 30 minutes before they got bored. Harry had repress tears as the pain jolted through him once more and he could do nothing but endure it, unless he wanted punishment that was far worse than this current pain.
Harry's magical core worked hard to repair it's body. It was weaker and more fragile than it should be..due to it's lack of use and the fear of it's vessel.
As well as a mass of charms to prevent it from acting out.
The core was pushed to it's max and seemingly deflated, until it touched something warm.
The core wrapped it's self and its vessel within the warmth and allowed Harry to say his wish.
I want someone who will care for me. I want someone who will be nice. Please. I want someone who will care for me. I want someone who will be nice. Please.
That is all that Harry thought and prayed as he sat there, cold, hurt and alone in the little cupboard of Privet Drive #4.
The ley line beneath the house reacted and the grail conceded to his wish.
Harry's back burned as three command spells etched into his skin.
A flash outside the house signaled the summoning of a servant.
"Master," a cheerful voice whispered. "Seems like there might be another like us. But then again they aren't like us!"
"Enough of riddles," the young voice snapped. "I can sense it too. But I sense no malice from it. If push comes to shove, we'll kill them."
"Such a cold master I have," the other chuckled.
"Oh shut it."
Outside a young woman with green hair, cat ears and tail stood outside the house.
Atalanta. An exceptional huntress of Greek Mythology and fierce protector of children.
She felt the contract that bound her and connected her to the world coming from that house and walked to it. Dematerializing she entered the house without having to break in and walked to where she sensed the connection.
She raised a brow at the cupboard, but nonetheless opened it. Wondering what he master was doing there.
The sight before her made the ever stoic huntress want to vomit.
Such a young child before her. Beaten and in pain, whimpering and curled up into a pitiful fetal ball.
"Hush child," she whispered, kneeling down gently and placing a calming hand on his head. She nearly reeled back in shock at the burning temperature that he was giving off. "You need medical attention."
With the knowledge the Grail had given her she rushed into the kitchen in search of the medicine cabinet and smiled as she found what she was looking for. Looking at what the house provided she chose the child friendly versions and hurriedly took the little cup and poured the right amount in. With the speed of a lion she made it back to the boy with two cups full of thick gooey medicine that smelled foul and a cup of water for him to numb the no doubt, horrid taste, of said medicine.
"Come child," she urged. "Drink this." She poured the first liquid, a fever reducer, into his mouth, holding him still as he struggled to get out. She was relieved when he drank all of it, and set down that cup and retrieved the cough syrup.
He too drank that with ease and she managed to get some water within him. Taking him to the living room she gently placed him on the couch and shook at the blood which stained her arms. Heading once more into the kitchen she grabbed a towel and wetting it, heading back into the living room, she wiped down his wounds.
He whimpered and tried to get away, Atalanta feeling her heart break with each sound, but she held firm and wiped away the blood th best she could.
"Now, I need to get you out of here," She whispered. She cared little for those who hurt him at the moment, she needed to get him out of here. "Let's go," she whispered, cradling him in her arms as she left out the backyard.
With the speed she was famed for, Atalanta lept from the fenced area into the forests and sped through them like a deer. Graceful and fast she ensured she was far enough away from the cursed house, she gently laid him down and caressed his messy black hair.
He sighed as she did so and Atalanta felt her heart was about to burst at the cute display, and she had to restrain herself from squishing him to death.
Humming she settled down next to him and allowed sleep to overtake her. Considering her divine nature and keen senses, they would both be fine.
This was not good.
That is what was ringing in Albus far to many middle names Dumbledore's mind as he paced in his office.
Harry Potter was removed from his aunt's house and they did not put up a fight. They didn't even seem to notice he was missing.
He had hoped they would keep the world of magic away from his knowledge and then he would swoop in and be the guidance that Harry would need upon entering the magical world.
But now he was gone.
Great.
Everything was going down the drain, like the muggles say. Albus felt a headache come along, groaning he tried to suppress the feeling that came with it.
He needed some Fire Whisky
"You think he could have the capacity to summon the other eight like you master," the cheerful asked.
"Maybe. Or he will die in the process. Who knows?"
Hey! So I was tinkering with this idea and decided to write it! My other two stories will be wrapped up soon so might as well get knee deep in another before I go bone dry!
Comment on what house Harry should be in! Who do you think the other master servant duo is?