I lay withering in pain. The sun is beating down on me, drying my dark, crimson, blood. My vision is blurry and I keep looking around but I can't see the outline of my glasses anywhere. A tremble goes down my spine as I begin to weep.

"Oh! Lord!" a tall lady with long, dark hair steps over me. She kneels, her knees by my face. Her hair moves softly as the wind decides to creep by us. "what happened?" my face is likely to already be swollen, and the crusted blood is not helping my look. She places her small, soft hand on mine over my stomach, "who did this to you?" I stare blankly back at her. "did your stomach get hurt?" I nod my head, not caring that its only rubbing more sand into my hair "Margaret! Will you help me get this boy to the house?" a wider set woman walks over, she wears black, generic trainers and thick, bout-cut jeans. She gets to my spot in-between the swings and the merry-go-round. And carefully scoops me up, she continues to walk past Dudley and his crew, they probably sent me some dirty looks, but all I cared about was the pain that was surrounding my body like a strait jacket that I just couldn't break free from. We got to a quiet, lavender and brown corner house. It was across the street from the park. Ruby sat by me and stroked my hair. I noticed they had a large number of cats, seven, I had counted so far.

"Margaret getting some bandages, will you please tell me what happened?" the waterworks started again, I was silently crying in a strangers home, sitting on a strangers bed, with my head in a strangers lap. She reached in my pocket and pulled out my wallet then unfolded it. "so, its Harry?" I make an odd movement with my head symbolizing a yes. " oh, you live right down the street! Should I call your parents?

"My parents are dead" my voice sounds like a croak from a frog with asthma.

"who do you love with?"

"my aunt and uncle, but they don't care, cause tomorrow I come of age and I'm no longer theirs."

"tomorrows your birthday?"

I nod my head again. Now I sit up, ignoring the pain.

"so why are you all messed up?"

"my cousin beat me up"

"why?" a lone tear then fell down my face, I wiped it away quickly "you would hate me"

"I don't think so, I only wish to love everyone" she wasn't going to stop, for such a pretty girl, she was stubborn

"Im gay" it comes out a small squeak, barely audible. And soon I'm sobbing again, hormones getting to my head and drowning my common sense.

"shh, its okay, shh" we wait for Margaret in silence, my face is damp and tight from the tears. Margaret comes in with the bandages. Ruby helps me out of my shirt and Margaret starts to clean my cuts, I guess they would be qualified as blunt force trauma. Margaret is slow and patient.

"don't worry, I work at a hospital" she says, not knowing that I really didn't care, as long as she wasn't making me worse, she could do whatever.

"Harry, how about you stay here, you know, until you can get out of your uncles house? I expect someone will come for you tomorrow" I look up to her in confusion.

"Harry...your Harry potter?" Margaret seems as if a lightly went of in her head.

"how, how do you know me" trying to get the facts strait about my neighborhood is giving me a headache.

"let me introduce myself, Im Ruby Alexandra Figg, Im a squib like my mother, and this is my girlfriend, Margaret Leslie Linkhart, she's a witch, she doesnt use magic much anymore" she was miss figgs daughter, which made since because she had an astounding number of cats.

"so your daughter?" she nodded her head in agreement "and your gay?" another nod cleared up my thoughts, if anyone in little winning thought compassion it was miss figg.

"so would you like to stay here tonight?" ruby asked again, while Margaret finished bandaging my side.

"I, uh, I couldn't impose" I really wanted to, but I knew it would make Vernon mad, he had planned a large dinner with some friends for me to cook.

"I insist" there she was being stubborn again.

"I guess, then" I mean, if Margaret was a witch she could tell someone where I was, or I could send hedwig.

"great!" she clapped her hand together "Margaret! Will you go get his things?"

"oh! There's no need" I objected "really you have done so much! I can get them!" then ruby sent me this face, a face that let me know that she did what she wanted, and I couldn't stop her "okay" I complied. Once Margaret was gone ruby put on some tea to boil.

"so who is coming to pick you up? Tomorrow I mean?" I wondered if she was in tune enough with the wizarding world to know the names of the people I would talk about.

"uh, my boyfriend" I wondered if I should say his name, I knew she would get it out of me anyway "Draco"

"Malfoy?" great, I thought, she DID know them "his father was head boy when Margaret was a first year!" this is an interesting development.

"so Margaret was a slytherin?" that's odd, she was really quiet but seemed loyal and smart. "I would have expected her to be in ravenclaw, or hufflepuff" ruby laughs at this and hands me a cup of tea.

"she can be very ambitious, she's just quiet about it" one of the cats jumps from the book shelf into Ruby's lap.

Meanwhile, Margaret rang the door bell of the Dursleys household.

"Petuniaaa!" a deep voice bellowed from the other side of the doorway

"Vernon! Don't scream so loudly! The neighbors will think you have gone mad!"

"then get the damn door and Ill stop screaming!" the door then opened to a stressed-out, overly-tan, frizzy haired woman.

"hello?"

"Im here to collect harry's things"