Disclamer: I'm not J. K. Rowling I do not own any idea you recognize only the order these words are placed in. I have Stolen ideas from other FFN writers most notiably: Miranda Flairgold, and Radaslab. I thank them all for their works of fiction and if any of them wish me to tear this from the site I would be happy to. To the rest enjoy:

Intro: as of yet no major warning outside of Abused!Harry OOC. I will add tags as i go. I will also link a Google Doc which will slowly include the dictionary for this fan fiction so those of you who are curious can keep up. To the others works that are referenced here I can only hope you notice your work and appreciate the compliment.

Harry carefully hid the palmed rasher of bacon as he slipped it into his pocket. Before returning to cleaning the dishes. Harry had become an expert at his morning routine breakfast ready at 7:15 for all the humans in the house, meant he was up by 5:15 cleaned and plating by 7:10. At 7:30 he would start the dishes doing his best to hide a nibble of food to keep him till dinner. His 'relatives' sat at table His overweight walrus of an Uncle had the paper in one hand as he shoveled his maw full of food. His cousin though not as far gone as his uncle definitely was making the attempt to catch up. It was overall a very normal morning at the Dursleys which Veron would be proud to announce to his coworkers when he arrived at the factory this morning. None of them noticed the flame that split open a portal in the middle of the living room, or the 6 foot tall garden gnome that now stood in the middle of their living room. The man of course was not related to the minor subspecies of gnomes that enjoyed living in gardens. One the garden gnomes never grew taller than a foot and a half. On the other hand this man was a wizard some might say the greatest wizard of his time. Professor Albus Percivial Brian Wolfric Dumbledore, Order of Merlin (First Class), stood watching the family eat their breakfast. The Walrus and his mate were some the most disgusting people in the world and he hated them, sadly though they served a purpose. Harry Potter famed for surviving Voldemort's killing curse hid in the kitchen quickly doing the families chores so as not to be 'punished'.

"Boy, your Petunia's tea is empty." No gruff yelling or bolstering the boy obeyed immediately as he had been trained to do. Dumbledore Felt a tear come to his eye as he watched harry skitter about the room to obey his Uncle's demand. The words came to him unbidden "For, The Greater Good." Walking across the room he sat down in the fourth chair at the family table. Before allowing the disillusionment charms to fall.

A scream resounded from Petunia as she noticed the man now sitting at her table. Vernon Shocked from his devotion to the morning paper took a second to ramp up to full bluster. "Who the Hell, are you and what are you doing in my House! Get out now you old koger." Turning a wonderful shade of red.

Dumbledore shook his head internally at the foolishness of the muggle in front of him.

"Silence, Vernon you fool. I have come to deliver a letter and I will leave shortly. Now Mr. Potter would you please come forward." Dumbledore stood his magical aura betraying his anger and power to the now shocked Dursleys. Harry stepped forward out of the kitchen his apron still on looking at the ground.

"Sir." Harry's mumbled response came as he bowed his head. Dumbledore felt the revulsion of what he had left to do, regardless of his no killing policy he would be happy to see these muggles dropped in the dementor pit in Azkaban. Pulling the letter from his purple robes he handed it to Harry. The boy looked over the envelope before opening it to read what it said.

Dudley the first of the Dursley's to recover charged at harry to steal the letter. There was nothing his FREAK of a cousin was getting that he couldn't have first. Dumbledore pushed the boy aside with a brush of magic letting him run into the wall. Harry's emerald eyes raced over the paper again and again before staring up at Dumbledore. No self respecting 14 year old believed in magic and Harry didn't know what to say.

"Hello Harry, I am Albus Wulfric Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and I have come to tell you that you're a wizard." Albus, loved this moment the time when a muggleborn realized the truth of the matter the hope and elation that crossed their face the excitement of magic. So many responsibilities nowadays he rarely got to do this but, there was no way Albus would miss this. He didn't have the time to take him to Diagon alley as he so desired to but this would have to do.

"Freaks! one and all of you how dare you enter my house!" Vernon roared as he swung a fist at the esteemed Headmaster. Just like His sun he was buffered aside with a touch of magic.

"Oh, Vernon you fool. Things are out of your hands much of this you can neither know or understand so you will act the fool and leave the real work to your betters. If I'm not mistaking you should be off for your job this morning now shoo." With that Vernon was thrown from his house with his coat and hat. Slightly confused

"I'm sorry, harry my boy I can't devote to you the time i desire today much is to be done with the beginning of the year. One of my agents will be along to take care of your preparations for school and I will be delighted to see you at the start of the feast." as if coordinated by a professional a small pop signaled the entrance of one Deputy-Headmistress Minerva Mcgonagall. Albus inclined his head to the teacher. "Minerva." before a similar pop and the disappearance of The head master.

"Hello, Harry." The professor spoke with a broad smile across her face.