Change of life

prologue

A small , narrow and pale figure trudged , panting and
was hurt by the nightly empty side streets
Of London. On the wall , he slid along , he left behind a trail
of blood. The black , constantly tousled hair , stood still
messier than usual, from his head. Crusted with blood . its
Face was pale and haggard , except for the green and blue
Spots which , as its entire rest of the body , graced .
Dried blood stuck to his forehead and cheeks . His blood .
His eyes reflected fear, pain and endless suffering .
But even a small glimmer of hope lay in them .
He had done it . He had fled . Fled from the place he
be nearly seventeen years had to call home , and yet only
Had meant agony for him.
As the holidays began four weeks ago had his uncle , hardly the
he had entered the house , put all his stuff in it
and they burned. He had to watch helplessly as his few
Possessions went up in flames . His beloved Firebolt , the
only thing that was left to him by his godfather . His Tarnum -
slope , his father's gift. And without his wand he
his enemies and his relatives was helpless .
Then they had dragged him into a dark , bare room in the basement,
where only two thin blankets were on the floor . There they had
four weeks imprisoned him. Without food. Without drinking.
Every day his uncle came and beat him black and blue. broke his
Body and slowly his soul into pieces. At first he had
believed in salvation by the members of the Order. But soon had to
he ascertained that no one came to save him. That there is no one to
seemed interested .
But he had escaped . He did not know how . He did not know
how he had come to London. Only he , as far as possible from
wanted out of this hell .
His body ached and his senses left . black dots
danced before his eyes. Dimly he saw movement near
right in front of him . A shadow came over to him. He had not made it.
They had found him and would bring him back.
Those were his last thoughts before the world around him
Blackness sank .

Chapter 1

Harry slowly re-emerged from the blackness of unconsciousness
on . Keeping the eyes closed , he tried to capture what
was done. In his head rose to images.
Uncle Vernon , who burned his clothes .
Uncle Vernon , who without him in a dark, cold and damp chamber
Threw light and heat source .
Uncle Vernon , who struck him as obsessed with hands , belts
or wooden stick.
Then a dark alley .
A black, shadowy figure who moved to him and
then ...
Nothing . Only infinite darkness .
Was he dead? He was finally out of this hell on earth , which
called his life saved? But then why be hurt
whole body ?
He could feel every bone that he had broken his uncle.
Every Stiemen he had bloody ripped into his skin . and in
his ears sounded every word, every insult and libel
after which he had thrown at his head , his uncle .
His head rang . Filled with tears of pain and despair
from his eyes closed . Burned on his battered
Cheeks.
He had not made it. It had not escaped his hell.
The soft bed on which he lay , it was just there to further
torment . With the assurance that he should open his eyes , that he
would expect sardonic smirk of his uncle. A grin that he
said that his suffering was not over yet.
This was only continue to receive his life to give him more
To send pain and humiliation.
Then he heard it . Votes. Very softly . Just a whisper . and in
his ears still so present , as one would right next to him
stand and shout at him. He tried , despite hammering
Headache, to focus on the voices . tried to
hear what atrocities his uncle devised for him this time .
" ... he 's still alive . " he heard a familiar voice out .
That was not his uncle. The voice seemed familiar, but he
could not place it . So when he had it years ago, the last
Heard . Another voice , also known unknown , said.
" Can you heal him? "
" His body , yes. , But his soul ? ... " The voice trailed off .
" What they have just done to him. He is still almost a child. "
replied the other voice . Sad.
Harry frowned inwardly forehead, came despite aching limbs
no sound from his lips . Who spoke to this sad voice?
And that coming over him ? , Freak , Bastard , changeling , devil -
breed ' were the names he knew of it. And they were never
been spoken in this sad tone. Only hatred , disgust and
uncontrollable rage. These were the pitches, which recognized . it seemed
Years ago , someone worried or even sad because it was .
Or was it ever been one each ?
He did not know.
Maybe this time was only a dream. A dream that now
slowly faded and the cold , harsh and cruel reality
Took place .
A muffled whimper escaped his lips closed .
Betrayed him. Overwhelming fear crept up his limbs . would equal
he feel another blow . He waited , despite burning
Pain , trembling , to the beat . But ... he did not come.
Instead, he heard a rustling . Felt a presence beside him.
And heard a small voice that gently whispered a name.
"Harry ... ? "
Was that his name? He could not remember .
A tone , hissing and whimpering sob escaped his throat. now
so why was it too late. You knew he was awake.
" Shh , do not worry . We will not hurt . You're safe . " Liquid-
mastered the voice beside him. Soft , warm, comforting.
Then he felt a touch on his forehead hauzarte .
Produced images of coarse , fleshy hands on his body
in his head. His trembling and moaning intensified .
" Tom ... do it ... " he heard another voice whisper .
Then the touch stopped . But the images were .
" Sleep . " The soft voice whispered in his ear . immediately
He sank back in a relaxing , painless blackness .