New Beginnings.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING, this is for pure enjoyment I'm not making any money from this… I swear.
Harry Potter cried out once more as the piece of leather came down across his back, the little boy was only five years old. This was not the first time he had been beaten, however unbeknownst to Harry, it would be the last.
His old shirt was tattered, his pants were too long, and were held up by a piece of old rope as Vernon hadn't thought the boy worth enough for a real belt other than the one currently laying into his back.
The reason for Harry's current situation… Not that Harry believed Vernon need a reason, was that Harry had some changed his hair from black to light brown almost blond and this had greatly upset Vernon. This was not the first strange occurrence for Harry and it seemed that Vernon's beatings intensified as more of these strange things happened. As of right now the poor boy was huddled into a ball and trying not to whimper or cry out. Crying was not allowed.
Yes Harry thought there were only a few rules at the Dursley's however he seemed incapable of following a single one. They were pretty basic:
All Punishments are Deserved and earned, one never cries during a punishment or asks for the Corrector (Vernon had told Harry that's what the person giving the punishment was called).
All Chores must be completed by the time Vernon arrived home from Work
Breakfast must be ready for Vernon and Dudley in the Morning
NEVER ask Questions
Freaks and Bad Boys do not watch Television or any other objects owned by NORMAL People, Freaks do not get a Bed or touch a bed unless it is to change the sheets.
No sneaking Food
Use of the word magic is STRICTLY PROHIBITED
Obey and Respect All Adults and Dudley
Never interrupt an Adult
And lastly under NO circumstances was Harry to tell anyone what went on inside the house.
Rule number 10 was the only rule Harry had not broken in one way shape or form, and he was proud of that. Although because he couldn't seem to not stop breaking the other rules was why Vernon said he didn't get presents on his birthday or Christmas. He was quickly broken out of his trance when the belt stopped hitting his back and a big beefy hand grabbed him roughly by the neck.
"Get in there you FREAK" Vernon bellowed as he tossed Harry bodily into the Cupboard Under the Stairs. "No Food tonight or Tomorrow. We shall see if this stops your freakishness." Vernon slammed the door shut. "Listen Boy, I'll punish you every night until your hair goes back to normal." Harry heard the bolts slide into place and the vent closed then the hard thumps of Vernon's footsteps as he walked away.
Harry let out a soft whimper, once he believed it was safe to do so. His back felt like it was on fire, and his ribs hurt from where Vernon had placed a few well aimed kicks, He also knew there was a gash of his chest from the belt buckle, and one on his face as well, His head hurt from hitting the wall when Vernon had thrown him and so with pain rolling through his body the five year old passed out.
Lord Elrond of Rivendell was currently walking through his Gardens. The Sun was just beginning to set on the horizon. Something felt strange in the air, although Elrond couldn't tell what. He had thought about conferring with the Lady Galadriel but had decided against it as it didn't seem malevolent, in fact it felt like something or someone was lost. He would be willing to help but quite frankly he didn't know how.
"Valar Help me." He whispered looking to the West. No sooner had the words left his lips than the Lord of Rivendell was wrapped in a blanket of white light, it was over in an instant and Elrond found himself on a dimly lit street, with identical buildings, and strange looking objects with wheels.
"I must have crossed worlds" He said to himself as he scanned the street.
He could sense that aura once more, but stronger now and he felt sorrow and pain along with the feeling of loss. It seemed to becoming from the house with a four by the door. Elrond cautiously approached the door and entered, as soon as he passed the threshold his heightened sense of smell picked up on the scent of blood and he could hear soft moans coming from beneath the stairs. He pulled back the two bolts securing the door and opened it slowly trying to prepare himself for whatever he was about to come across. However nothing that came to his mind was as bad as what he found. The seasoned warrior and healer almost lost his stomach when he saw the state of the small boy in front of him.
The child's face was cut and dried blood was crusted on his nose and cheek. His shirt was not even worthy of being called a piece of clothing any more in Elrond's opinion, and the boys hands were bound with a piece of white rope. The boy's arms were cut, and Elrond could only imagine what other injuries the child might have.
Aside from the untreated injuries Elrond noted that the room was bare, except for the small mattress on the floor, and old lumpy pillow, and a threadbare blanket. A few broken tin soldiers were on the floor but aside from that no toys. Elrond noticed one piece of paper and looked closer at it. The Paper was titled the Ten Rules and the rules were then listed. Elrond felt sicker now, whoever had this child here had done this on purpose and then refused the child medical care. He grabbed the list and placed it in his pocket so that he would know what he had to try and undo.
"You need not be afraid." He whispered as he gently wrapped the child in the threadbare blanket, he didn't bother to remove the rope yet as he wanted to leave as soon as possible, as he picked up the child a small moan escaped the boy's lips as he was moved however he did not awake. "I shall not hurt you." Elrond vowed as he removed himself and his ward from the cupboard. Elrond turned towards the door and noticed the same white light that had transported him here. With nothing to lose he walked towards it and soon found himself in the Rivendell Gardens once more.
Elrond rushed into the Healing rooms and quickly lit the lamps and candles. He gathered his knives and other equipment he would need including potions for healing, sleep, and to replenish blood. He cut away the rope and placed a salve and bandaged the chafing and rope burns on the wrist. With a few eleven charms Elrond corrected the child's eyes and mended the broken bones before splinting and wrapping them. He also tended to the boy's face clearing away the blood and washing the wound. It was then that Elrond noticed other scars on his face as well and couldn't help as a small growl escaped his lips when he saw a large scar running from the outside tip of his left eyebrow down his face and ended at his cheek.
Next Elrond cut away the rags that was currently acting as a shirt and nearly retched as he saw the gashes welts in the boy's back and chest as well as the bruising, burns, and other scars. He worked the burns first cleaning, then placing a special salve on them, and finally bandaging them. Next he felt along the child's ribs and moved the broken parts back into place before he could bandage the chest though he cleaned out the wounds on the back and chest and placed a salve on them, and stitched the larger gashes closed and bandaged them all, now he began to tightly wrap the boy's torso with long strips of bandages to hold the ribs in place as well as to act as another barrier to the boy's open skin. Lastly he tilted the boy's head up and poured the potions down his throat stroking the throat as he did so to induce swallowing. It took a while longer as he could only pour a little bit into the boy's mouth lest he choke the poor child.
Finally done Elrond removed the boy's tattered pants and under garments, he splinted a broken ankle and placed him in a new pair of cotton pants for sleeping and tucked him into bed. Elrond went and crawled into another bed in the Healing Room in case the child awoke or something bad happened.
Elrond sighed it had been two days and the child had not yet woken. He and his twin sons Elladan and Elrohir had taken turns watching over the small child and changing the bandages and salves, as well as the child's clothing. They had been feeding him fortified soup broths and water as well as administering healing potions by the same method that Elrond had utilized earlier. The twins had been ready the leave the house and search out and kill whoever had done this until Elrond had explained that he had crossed into another world. Both had agreed that the child whenever they learned his name or gave him one would be welcomed to the family if Elrond decided to adopt him. The Elf Lord had been glad to hear that and gently ran his fingers though the sandy brown hair.
Elrond felt tears threaten to fall when he felt the head press into his hand looking to increase contact. He watched as the small body shifted in the bed and noticed the eyes start to open.
Harry sighed contently, he was still in pain but it had lessened dramatically, and he was the most comfortable and warm he had ever been. Slowly as the fog in his head lifted he realized that a hand was softly touching his head and it felt good. 'Must be a dream' He thought 'A good dream' and pressed his head up for more contact 'But if I'm dreaming, why do I still feel pain?' with that thought Harry fearfully opened his eyes. He was on a bed a very soft bed he noted and a man with long black hair was sitting beside him running his (The man's) hand through Harry's hair. Harry flinched away and scuttled backwards cowering. His ribs and broken arm and wrist protested however Harry bit back a sob "Sorry." He whispered keeping his eyes downcast "I didn't mean to touch the bed sir."
Elrond thought his heart couldn't break any more until he saw the pure fear in the child's eyes and heard the whispered apology.
"There is no need to apologize hên." Elrond greeted with a smile, Harry twisted his head in confusion.
"I'm not a chicken sir." He replied raising his stiff arms to ward off the blow that was sure to follow. Elrond growled.
"Relax child, you'll never return to those people. You'll stay here." Elrond explained "And Hên is the word for child" Elrond informed "If you wish I would like to adopt you and my twin sons said they would like a brother. However you may decide later, if you wish to join my family. Right now we will focus on getting you well. Elrond said giving Harry a bowl of fruit "Go ahead and eat, that is what food is for."
Harry eyed him warily thinking that maybe this was some sort of trick, and that if Harry took the food he would be punished. However he slowly took out a piece of fruit and nibbled on it. It tasted good, it was sweet and juicy Harry noted.
"Go on little one," Elrond encouraged "I will not punish you for eating." He handed over a goblet of juice and a pain reliever "Drink this to help with the pain."
Harry ate another piece of fruit before accepting the goblet and downing the contents. Elrond moved closer to the child and started running his fingers through the boy's hair. He noticed the flinch when he first touched the child and how tense he was for about two minutes before relaxing and leaning into the touch, craving the positive physical contact. "What is your name child?"
"Harry Potter Sir."
"Ah a very nice name, however no one in Middle Earth has a name like that. Also I think that for a new life and a new Home you need a new name; an Elven name and a Human name." Elrond explained hugging the child slightly ignoring the flinch. The name entered his mind as if someone placed it there. "I believe your Elven name will be Cináed and your Human name Ares."
"They sound lovely sir… What do I call you?"
"Adar will do." Elrond replied
"Adar?" Harry asked confused
"It means father." Cináed looked a little surprised but happy "Now my child it is time to meet the resident trouble makers. Do you mind if I pick you up?" Elrond asked "Your leg is not yet healed enough to walk on."
Cináed nodded but could resist tensing up as he was lifted into Elrond's arms. "Relax Dear One." Elrond whispered and started singing. "You have no one to fear here." And with that Elrond exited the healing room.