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Chapter One
Beaten

Silvery moonlight glistened upon a small pool. A few feet away a slight form lay. It was Harry Potter.

The day was dawning bright and cheerful at 4 Privet Drive that fateful day 30 July. The summer before Harry's seventh year at Hogwarts.

One could usually say Vernon Dursley was an even-tempered man. At least that is what his neighbors would have said if he hadn't dragged his nephew out of the house red as a tomato screaming at the defenseless boy. Harry was covered in blood. All of it was his. After roughly shoving his nephew into the boot, Vernon started the car and left.

Mrs. Figg was frantic. She had watched everything horror written upon her aged face. The abrupt departure of Mr. Dursley with Harry snapped her out of it. With a speed that belied her advanced age Arrabella Figg was in her living room before her fireplace in seconds. Taking an urn down from the mantle she peered inside pleased to note she had more than enough floo powder to contact Dumbledore. Quickly removing a handful she threw it on the small fire she kept in case of emergencies.

Calling out "12 Grimmauld Place, Password: Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs the true Marauders of Hogwarts."

"Arrabella so nice to hear from you. How's Harry?"

"I need to speak to Dumbledore immediately! Molly, It's urgent!"

"Dear me, I'll go get him, he's in the den,"

A full minute passed before the kitchen door swung open revealing Dumbledore. He was wearing blue and silver robes with gold stars decorating them.

"What's the matter Arrabella?"

"It's Harry, Headmaster, Vernon dragged him out of the house this morning covered in blood and threw him in the boot of his car before driving off. I have no idea where they're going. What should I do?"

"We'll start searching for him, you tell the local authorities what you saw this morning like any concerned neighbor would,"

"I hope he's alright Albus," Mrs. Figg sighed, "I should go phone the police. If I wait any longer they're going to look at me suspiciously."

Removing her head from the fireplace Arrabella Figg got up and proceeded to dial.

"Hello, officer… yes I would like to report a crime…no nothing like that, child abuse…yes I'll be here all day… the child is not at home, his Uncle dragged him out of the house a minute or so ago covered in blood…no I don't know where they went…I'm at 13 Privet Drive, Little Whining…he's never complained to me…I was his babysitter on numerous occasions…yes I see… good day officer,"

With that Mrs. Figg sat heavily in the armchair beside her fireplace, a single tear made its way down her cheek. She prayed Harry would be okay and would be found soon.

Vernon Dursley was enraged. He'd had enough of his freak of a nephew, of the Orders threats. He was determined to put an end to Harry's magic and life. He drove until noon where he stopped in a quaint little village for the noon meal. After finishing he continued driving. When night fell he was deep in a forest.

Parking the car Vernon opened the boot, grabbed Harry by his hair and dragged him out. Upon finding a small animal path Vernon dragged Harry after him deeper into the forest.

Sometime around midnight Vernon Dursley dropped Harry under an old oak tree.

"You'll never find your way back now, boy! Pleasant dreams Freak!" Vernon snarled, kicking Harry hard in the ribs.

Vernon left leaving Harry dazed, confused, and in pain. His throat was parched and his stomach empty. He hadn't been given anything to eat for the past week or anything to drink for the past three days.

Dragging himself away from the tree Harry set off in search of water and food. After several minutes Harry stumbled upon a small patch of blueberries. After eating every last one he could find in the dark. He crawled on steadily weakening. Upon spotting moonlight reflected from the depths of a pool Harry moved as fast as he could towards the first drink he'd had in days. A few feet from the small pond he collapsed from exhaustion.

The sound of her doorbell brought Mrs. Figg out of her reverie.

"I'll be there in a minute." Rising from her position before her hearth.

Mrs. Figg opened her door to the two uniformed officers who stood on her front porch.

"This will only take a moment ma'am,"

"Please come in we can talk more comfortably in the den,"

"Of course ma'am"

Once they were all settled in the den Mrs. Figg gestured for them to begin silently praying for Harry's safety all the while.

"Earlier this morning we received several calls stating that a young boy living with his Aunt and Uncle was being abused. We have found evidence that two boys lived there but no sign of a struggle. Mrs. Dursley was at home alone with her son. She explained that her husband had taken their nephew to the hospital because he had fallen down the stairs and injured himself. Are you sure you saw what you reported?"

"Yes. He was covered in blood and Vernon threw him into the boot of his car. I know what I saw. Harry is like a son to me. The Dursley's always asked me to take care of him when they went out. Harry was never allowed to go anywhere or have fun. His cousin picks on him. They worked him like a slave. Only allowing him out of the house to do chores, come to my house when they were leaving, and when he left to go to school. They've ignored him when he was home during the summer these past years because his friends parents are concerned for Harry's wellbeing." She finished in a huff, "Please find him, I'm worried that Vernon's killed him."