disclamer:I don't own Harry Potter or anything, and I'm broke so trying to sue me is a waste of time
15 year Harry Potter glanced in a store window, catching his reflection when he did, his unruly black hair was streaked red, his ears were pierced in many spots, he wore the usual cloths almost any teen his age likes to wear, black, black, and more black. He also saw someone looking at him, not in the usual, look at that freak way, in more of a 'holy crap I think I know you' kind of way.
Being found by anyone in the wizarding world was one of his problems. He always hid his scar, but once in awhile someone actually remembers you.
Harry quickly made his way down the slightly crowded sidewalk; he had to get away from whoever it was. The last thing he needed today was another lie, or whatever. He found himself at his apartment which he shared with another boy who was a few years older than himself. Harry Potter had disappeared from wizarding radar when he turned nine, he knew full well who he was, but he didn't want to be anyone's savior. He just wanted to live as normal a life that a boy like himself could.
It helped that his roomie was also from the wizarding world, a graduate from one of the schools, he had been teaching Harry magic for four years. Harry, who now was going to a public high school whenever it suited him, was on the verge of getting expelled, it wasn't like he was dumb or anything, actually he was smarter than he usually let on, but six fights in the past two weeks could get a person thrown out easily. Harry didn't care in the least. He already had a decent job as a bar tender even though he was underage, where he lived no one cared.
"Dave, you here?" Harry yelled as he bolted the door.
"Yep, in the kitchen." A voice returned.
Harry slipped into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He silently studied his roommate who at the time was trying (emphasize trying) to cook.
Dave had bleached blond hair, brown eyes, and a funny nature. He loved to make people laugh, but Harry knew that his laughing chocolate brown eyes could turn to ice in a matter of seconds if you made him angry. He was a formidable opponent in a duel or fight with magic or without. His wiry frame hid his true power. He had a right hook that could knock someone into next week, Harry should know, that's how they met.
"What's up?" Dave asked when Harry finally took pity on him and took over the cooking.
"Well I escaped from someone who recognized me I think, got the book you've been looking for, and found a kick-ass leather trench coat I'm gonna buy with some of my savings."
"Good day it seems." Dave laughed softly at the old joke that they shared. Always say your problems quickly and get it over with, then get onto the good stuff.
"So what's new with you?" Harry asked.
"Completely nothing, my life is so boring compared to the life of the famous run away, Harry Potter."
Harry flipped him off, and then returned to cooking dinner. Another laugh came from Dave.
After dinner, which was a little burnt, but Harry managed to save most of it, Harry and Dave were sitting in front of the tube watching some sort of detective show. Harry knew Dave only watched it because he thought the girl in it was hot even though he denied it.
Right when the show was about to end, there were about five loud pops like gunshot almost from one of the bed rooms. Both of the males sitting on the couch knew what that meant.
Each reaching into their pockets, they grabbed their ever handy wands, and silently crept over to the door of the room they just heard the popping noises coming from. They both stood outside the door, one on each side, Harry held up a hand, on the count of three he was going to open the door. One……The prepared themselves for the worst……two…..they figured out what curses they would use…..Three…..lets kick some ass. Harry twisted the doorknob and shoved the door open; they both stepped into the doorway and were met with five other wands.
All Harry could say was "shit."
"Shit" rang out through the deadly silent room. Everyone was on edge, the two boys knew they were outnumbered, but weren't planning on going down without a fight.
A man stepped forward, "Which one of you is Harry Potter?" He asked.
"Who wants to know?" Harry countered with a slight snarl, which made one of the armed people jump.
"If you don't tell us, we'll just have to take both of ya in, so make it easier on yourself and tell us." The man was becoming agitated, Harry could easily tell.
Harry stepped forward, "I am, but whatever it is you want I'm not interested, so fuck off and leave me alone."
One of the witches present gasped, this couldn't be Harry Potter, he would never talk like that.
"We have orders to bring you in Mr. Potter, so you should make it easier on yourself and your friend by coming peacefully." The man was talking again.
Dave stepped forward next to Harry, "Please leave, he just wants to be left alone, can't you people see that? Are you that stupid that you can't tell, or is it just general denial that your 'savior' doesn't want to be involved in this whole saving the world thing?"
"Dave, stop, this isn't your fight." Harry growled.
"But Harry….." Dave stuttered he had never seen Harry this angry before.
"Go back into the living room." It was an order, and Dave had to comply.
"Whatever, you don't have anything on me, you can't hold me, I really don't belong to your world, and I don't give a damn about you people, got it?" Harry gave them a look that could freeze hell.
Some of the armed witches and wizards took a step back at that.
"All I know is that I have orders to bring you in." The man in front said again.
"Well what if I don't want to go?" Harry asked as evenly as he could manage, which wasn't very much.
"We'll have to take you by force." The older man stated without a thought.
The next thing everyone in the room knew, they were in the middle of a full fledged fight, Harry could really throw some nasty stuff, also, if someone got close enough to him so he could take a swing at them, you'd better look out.
By the end of it all, Harry had successfully knocked two of the five trained aurrors out, one by magic, one by a good old fashioned roundhouse punch. Two of the aurrors jumped him, and in a flurry of fists, feet and curses, not the magic kind, Harry was finally subdued.
Harry fought the aurrors the whole way to the room in which they left him with a guard of course. The guard, who was a middle-age, slightly balding man looked nervous. Harry, since he was in a very bad mood, decided to make a point of being a pain in the ass.
"Hey, baldie, where are we?" Harry asked the guard.
"The ministry of magic." The guard replied weakly.
"Oh great, first I'm kidnapped, then I'm thrown into this hell hole, your minister couldn't take care of himself, let alone the wizarding world." Harry snorted. "Tell Fudge to give the job to someone who isn't D.A.S and can actually do it right."
At that moment, three people walked into the room, the guard looked rather relieved.
"D.A.S Mr. Potter, what would that mean?" An older man that Harry knew from pictures was Albus Dumbledore, one of the strongest wizards in the world, and headmaster of Hogwarts, asked, eyes twinkling.
"Dumb as shit, that's what the minister is." Harry slowly said, as if speaking to a small child.
"Oh I see." His eyes laughed even though he outwardly didn't, "well you better not let him hear you say that, he is a bit sensitive."
"Whatever." Harry glared at the older man, "I'm outta here, you people couldn't hold me if you wanted to." Harry got up, but a force pushed him back, the old man, Harry angrily thought. "What the fuck do you people want? A hero? Well I sure ain't that, I have no idea why you people need me. All I want is to be left the hell alone. I'm not interested in being your liberator, savior or whatever you people want from me, in fact I think when I get out of here, I'll go jump off a bridge just to show you."
"Harry, I think you owe me an explanation, but first I will give you one. I was the one who sent you to live with the Dusleys, your blood relatives, I was the one who set up wards to keep you safe, I was the one who took the fall when you disappeared, I was the one who had to explain to your godfather that he couldn't adopt you when he got out of Azkaban two months ago, that you had run away and we hadn't been able to locate you for six years, I was the one who watched a grown man cry." Dumbledore sighed, and then looked Harry in he eyes.
"I….I have a god father?" Harry, for once didn't have anything else to say.
"Yes, Sirus Black, your father's best friend, innocent of all charges of murder, is your godfather." Dumbledore waved his hand, and a cup of tea appeared in front of him, "I think you owe me an explanation now, also, would you fancy a cup of tea?"
Harry shook his head, "The Dusley's are the worst people I have ever met, and I have met a lot of people in my life, they don't deserve to be part of the human race."
"Why is that?" Dumbledore tilted his head slightly to the side.
"WHY IS THAT? WHY IS THAT? Harry yelled, "THIS IS WHY." Harry let down the spell he had up to alter his appearance slightly; actually all it did was change the color of his eye. His eye was white. He was blind in one eye.
Someone gasped, Dumbledore held up a hand to silence everyone. "Harry did the Dusley's do this to you?"
"Yep, this isn't all they did either." Harry quietly said the last part, it seemed only Dumbledore heard it.
"Could young Mr. Potter here and I could have a few moments alone?" Dumbledore politely asked, even though he already knew the answer.
Everyone quickly exited the room.
"Harry, could you tell me all of what the Dusley's did to you?"
"Tell you? I could do better, I could show you." Harry took off his t-shirt and turned his back to Dumbledore, there were lines crisscrossing it, scars, it looked as if someone had whipped him with a belt or horse whip. Even after six years the scars were still bold.
"Harry." Dumbledore said weakly, "I'm sorry I had no idea."
"It was fine for awhile, I could live with the beatings and them starving me, but when I turned eight, that's when things got worse, Mr.Dusley….." Harry couldn't finish.
Dumbledore nodded his head; he understood what Harry was saying. "I think that we can get the Dusley's brought up on charges of abuse, especially Mr.Dusley. I'm sure Azkaban is looking for someone to fill your godfather's cell." Dumbledore knew Azkaban would never take Muggles, but other wizarding prisons would, he just wanted to make a point.
Harry, who was putting his shirt back on, looked Dumbledore in the eyes, Harry's dead eye just staring ahead, "I'm sorry, I just…I guess I thought I didn't have anything left to look forward to in life. I really had no idea that I still had someone in this world."
"Harry, my boy, you have many people left in this world, people who care about you, like your friend Dave, Sirius, your dad's other friend Remus Lupin, and most of all, you have me." Dumbledore smiled at the boy.
For the first time in a long time Harry truly smiled, it was a quick one though because he didn't want anyone to think he was becoming soft.
Please review, I'm a very very slow typer, so my chapter might take a little longer than I liketo finish.