Harry Potter sat quietly in the back of his uncle's blue car. His cousin was currently eating a large meal from a fast food restaraunt, and he had nothing.

"Japan's such a lovely country." Petunia said chipperly.

"Indeed it is, dear!" Vernon agreed. "I'm just sick of seeing that bloody pop star's face wherever we go." He scowled at a poster advertising a Hatsune Miku concert.

Petunia nodded, "I know! And that hair! I just hope our little diddykins never has to deal with someone like that."

Dudley giggled at his mother's attention and ate some fries. Suddenly, one of his fries fell from the large carton he was holding and on Harry's leg. Dudley blinked, then gave Harry an evil glance. "Daaaad! The freak's stealing my fries!" Dudley whined. Harry's eyes widened in horror and despair. He knew what was next...

Vernon glared at Harry wickedly. "Petunia dear. How far until we reach the hotel?"

"We'll be there very shortly, dear." Petunia replied. Harry whimpered. He was going to die one of these days, and nobody would ever care or even notice... The beatings hurt so much...Vernon always had something creative in mind to beat him with...Belt buckles, boards with rusted nails poking out, whips...He sometimes had to drink chemicals...He would be held in the bathtub, full of scalding hot water, to the point where he would pass out from lack of oxygen... He found himself burned on the stove very frequently...More often than not, the punishments would end with him passing out from sheer agony.

They pulled into the parking lot and got out, Vernon half dragging half carrying him. Along the way, he could be heard delivering threats to Harry. "I bought a new boken today. Let's see if it is as strong as the rumors say..."

As they entered the elevator, they passed a certain teal haired musician.

Vernon noticed her, and his eyes widened. "Bloody hell, it's her!?" He whispered to his wife harshly. "It's bad enough seeing her face all over town, but to actually see her?!"

Miku pretends to not hear him. "Konichiwa!" She chirps, bowing slightly. "Did your little one do something wrong?"

Vernon adopted a sour look. "...Yes." He said in a tone Miku strongly disliked. "He did something very, VERY wrong, and he will receive the PROPER punishment for it." Miku looked at Harry...and saw the utterly broken look in his eyes...

Hmm... Miku decided that she didn't like this Englishman. She follows them into the elevator. "Oh look, we're on the same floor!"

Vernon scowled. "Well, I hope you don't rehearse your songs in that room of yours. That'll disturb the other occupants."

"Oh I uh...have a soundproof studio..." Miku finished meekly. As soon as the elevator stopped at their floor, she left as quickly as she could. Before she entered her room, however, she did steal one last glance back at the tiny dark-haired child with the adorable green eyes and the glasses... Poor child... I hope the walrus isn't as mean to him as he was to me. She giggled as she made the comparison using a walrus. Slightly cheered up, she began working on her next song. However, she did find herself distracted by thoughts of the little boy. Something just didn't seem right to her...For one, while the other boy that was there was...well, he was certainly eating well, the boy in her mind was practically anorexic. Plus, while the pudgy boy had brand new clothes that fit him perfectly, the skinnier boy was wearing an old tattered oversized t-shirt that covered his entire body...

Maybe a little eavesdropping couldn't hurt... She leaned up against the adjoining wall and adjusted some dials on her headset. What she heard horrified her.

"STEALING OUR DUDLEY'S FOOD, ARE YOU, FREAK?! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?! THAT IS NOT FREAK FOOD! FREAKS GET BREAD EVERY TWO WEEKS, AND STEALING FROM NORMAL PEOPLE LOSES THEM THAT PRIVILEGE! AND WE CAN'T FORGET THE OTHER HALF OF THE PUNISHMENT, NOW, CAN WE?!"

She could barely make out a soft whimper of fear, pain, despair and defeat, all clearly conveyed in one simple noise...

The monster! Without thinking, she runs out the door and knocks on Vernon's door.

The sounds on the other side stopped abruptly. She heard a much quieter "Get under the bed, freak" and the sound of something hard impacting with flesh before the door opened.

"What?" Vernon said irritably.

Acting as if she hadn't heard a thing, she smiled sweetly. "Hi there, I was wondering if I could speak to the young boy that you had with you. The one with the glasses?" She mimed having glasses. "I just wanted to see if he heard any if my music." Unbeknown to Vernon, she was currently listening for the small child. What she picked up from under the bed, however, was the sound of the cute little boy audibly struggling to keep his pained, miserable sobbing at bay.

"Move." She glared at the fat walrus in front of her.

"Excuse me? I most certainly will not!" Vernon made to block the Vocaloid, but received a very painful stomp on the foot because of it. "Argh! You little!" He made to grab her, but missed as she ducked under him and into the room. "GET OUT OF HERE! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I SAID OUT, OUT, OUT! I'LL CALL SECURITY!" Miku still made no move to leave. Instead, she got down on her stomach and peeked under the bed where the child was hidden...

"Oh dear Buddha... What happened to you?!" Her eyes widened as she saw some of the more recent abuse from Vernon. She saw burns, puncture wounds, bruises, and even a bit of bone sticking out if his arm. She tentatively reached out to him, only to be dragged away by an infuriated Vernon."NOOOOOOO! LET ME GO, I NEED TO GET TO HIM!" She screamed, flailing her limbs around. Vernon was most unfortunate, as the wild flailing of her legs ended with her accidentally nailing him in the crotch with a kick.

"Urk!" The fat man wheezed and collapsed to the ground as Miku scrambled to reach Harry. Quickly, she scurried under the bed with him. "Are you ok? Oh my god what did the walrus do to you?" Before he could react, she had already swept him up and was on her feet. She looked over at Vernon, eyes narrowed dangerously as she held the little boy in a tight, protective embrace. She had a few choice words for him...

Covering the poor child's ears so he wouldn't hear any possible bad language, "You miserable excuse for a human being! I can't believe a monster like you would be allowed anywhere near an adorable child like this!" The more she yelled, the louder she got, as she was unconsciously amplifying her voice. "YOU'RE EVIL! LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT HOW BADLY YOU HURT HIM! THIS IS HORRIBLE! YOU CAN SEE HIS BONES! HIS BONES! DO YOU THINK IT'S FUN TO HURT A LITTLE BOY LIKE THIS?! HUH?! DO YOU?!" Eventually, her voice became so loud that, neighbors began to call the police. Unfortunately, Miku was just getting started. Setting the child on the bed, she turned to Vernon with look of pure murder. With an inhuman cry of fury, she threw herself at him. She began slapping him across the face as hard as she could, viciously and relentlessly, nonstop, the sounds reverberating throughout the room. Unfortunately for Vernon, Miku was a Vocaloid, and her strength was amplified, especially due to her rage. Without warning, she cocked back ,and let fly a devastating blow.

Vernon was now entirely unconscious, blood leaking from his nose, his face battered black and blue. Miku panted heavily, then rose to her feet and dusted off her skirt. For the first time, she noticed the destruction her ultrasonic voice caused. "Eep!" Then she paused. "Hey. Where did the kid go?"She heard the soft sound of whimpering and crying from under the bed, and realized that she had frightened him. Oh..." She got down on her hands and knees. "Hi there. I'm Miku. What's your name?" She gently coaxed him out of under the bed and hugged him. Careful to not touch his many injuries.

Harry flinched when she touched him, and weakly, but uselessly, tried to squirm out of her grasp. He didn't want to hurt anymore...He hated being hurt...

Tears began to flow, but he tried to hold them back. He didn't want to risk angering the woman holding him, lest she get angry and lash out...

"Uh...um... Please don't be afraid uh..." Frantically, Miku tried to calm the child down. Then a light bulb hit: sing! She began a soft lullaby in Japanese. Harry blinked when the soothing melody of the song reached his ears. The song calmed him...He looked up into Miku's eyes, and saw no trace of malice or hatred directed at him. She was giving him a gaze of pure, unadulterated compassion. "There we go. Now will you tell me your name?" She smiled and shifted him to a more comfortable position.

Harry sniffled slightly. "M-My n-name is H-Harry, m-miss..." He said, an audible quake in his voice. Miku could just tell he was trying so hard not to cry...

"Shh...its OK, the walrus man won't hurt you anymore." She holds him close and rocks back and forth.

The little boy sniffled, and let out a strangled sob. "It...It hurts...It hurts so much..."

"Its OK, I'm going to get you to the hospital and we'll sort this out." She made to get up, but was struck by an excruciating pain in her back. Collapsing, she curled around Harry in order to defend him from the blows being rained down by petunia wielding a frying pan. " You come into my hotel room and attack my husband and you think I'm going to let you get away with it?!" Each word was punctuated by a blow from the pan.

Harry was horrified. The pretty nice lady that had protected him was being attacked! This was wrong...She was too nice for this! She wasn't a freak like he was!

"STOP IT!" Harry let out a scream...and Petunia was launched back into the wall hard enough to leave a visible crack, knocking her unconscious.

Eep!" What was that? Who cares! Move move move! Miku staggered to her feet, practically dragging her left leg, and carried Harry out the door. Little warning signs were popping up in her vision, warning of an imminent shutdown. She ignored them. She had to get Harry to safety. The sounds of sirens outside caught her ears, and she smiled softly with relief. "You're safe now..." She whispered to Harry. "You're gonna be okay..." The cops get out if the car. "Hey, is that Hatsune Miku? Holy crap what happened to her." Miku staggered up to them, breathing heavily. "Ambulance. Please! This boy needs help!" The officers quickly got to work, helping Harry and Miku into an ambulance. As soon as they made it in, Miku's vision flickered and went to greyscale.

Harry was still being held tightly by her, and he noticed her lack of movement. He blinked, and looked over at her...

The doctor quickly realized what Harry was looking at, "Hey, don't worry buddy she's just shutting down for some quick repairs. I think."

"...Wh-Who is she...?"

The doctor smiled. "She is Hatsune Miku. But she just goes by Miku."While Harry was distracted, the doctor quickly looked him over to see what had happened to him. He looked on in horror as year after year of abuse was revealed. 'Dear lord, what did they do to him?' The doctor glanced at Miku with a frown. He knew how big her heart was...When she found out how long it had been going on, it would absolutely destroy her...

Miku woke up as the reached the hospital. Her circuits seemed to be functioning properly, but the joint in her knee was dislocated and her arm seemed to bend at a funny angle. "Oh bother, it appears that my arm is damaged."

The doctor glanced up from Harry and grimaced at the sight. "Yeah, we're going to have to set that."

Miku saw the swaths of bandages covering Harry's frail frame and gasped. "What happened? Is he going to be alright?"

The doctor sighed. "Miss Miku, there's no easy way for me to explain the extent of his injuries to you...He is covered in third degree burns on approximately 80% of his body. There are multiple second and first degree burns on small patches of his wounds dot his back and arms. He is suffering from acute malnutrition, and he appears to have had multiple compound fractures in his arms legs and ribs. And...I really hate to tell you this, but...this has clearly been going on for at least three years."

Miku froze as she attempted to process what the doctor said. "T-three years? That walrus and horse have been doing this to him for three years!?" Her voice grew progressively higher as she spoke, causing a few windows to crack.

"Miss Miku, please calm down..."

"THREE YEARS!" Miku shouted. "HOW CAN PEOPLE THAT EVIL EVEN EXIST?! HOW OLD IS HE, ANYWAY?! HE STILL LOOKS LIKE HE'S THREE!"

"He's five miss. Malnutrition has stunted his growth. He should be able to grow out of it."

"HE'S FIVE YEARS OLD AND LIVING THROUGH THIS? HE IS NEVER GOING TO THAT HELLHOLE OF A HOME EVER AGAIN!" Miku clapped her hand over her mouth. "I...I'm sorry..."

"...Don't be sorry, Miss Hatsune. Your outrage is understandable. I'm disgusted by it myself, and I assure you, the ones who did this to him are serving the time they deserve."

"Wait a moment. That means that he doesn't have a place to live, right?" Miku's mind was now in overdrive, making her almost vibrate with energy.

"Well...Yes, that is true..."

"I need to make a phone call." Miku streaked to the nearest phone and dialed Luka's number.

A soft, English voice answered. "Hello?"

Hey Luka, it's Miku. I have a question... How do I adopt a little English boy?"

There was silence as Luka tried to understand what Miku just said to her. "You want to adopt a..."

"Little English boy. He was being abused by his guardians and now has no home."

"...Miku...Listen, I know your heart is in the right place, but adopting a child is a big responsibility..."

"I know, that's why I'm talking to you instead of Mieko! I found him beaten and traumatized under a bed where a human walrus threw him. Once I got it at Mr walrus, I was able to calm him down by singing to him. Then Mrs horse attacked me with a frying pan and damaged me a bit before the police arrived."

There was a long, awkward silence on the other end of the phone. "...Can you explain that in a way that makes sense please?"

Miku grimaced, "a man resembling a walrus and a woman resembling a horse were abusing a five year old boy. I rescued him, but ended up with joint damage in my right knee and a broken left arm."

"I see...But...Are you certain you wish to adopt him?"

She nodded quickly. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life. Please help me Luka-Senpai!" Miku couldn't see it, but Luka was smiling warmly on the other end of the line.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do."

"Yay! Thank you so much Luka! Ohh I wish you could see him! He's so kawaii!" The Japanese Vocaloid thanked Luka again and again until the doctor came up. "Oh! The doctor's here, I need to go!" She hung up quickly and turned to the doctor. "Is he OK?"

"He just woke up, Miss Hatsune. He wanted to see you."

"Take me to him, now!" The doctor smiled and led the way.

Once in the room, Miku scooped Harry up in her good arm and held him close. "Konichiwa, sweetie!" She greeted with a closed-eyed smile. "How are you?"

"I- I'm okay Miss Miku."

Miku blinked in surprise. "Oh! You know my name! But...I don't know yours! What's your name, honey?"

"H-Harry..." The boy looked around confusedly and asked, "Why am I here? I thought freaks weren't allowed to go to the doctor."

Miku's eyes widened, "What do you mean? I don't think you're a freak."

"But...Uncle Vernon said I'm a freak..."

"Oh, so that's his name! Well, he was wrong, and he can never hurt you again. In fact, I think it was he who was the freak. I mean, for a second there I thought he was a walrus with legs! Besides...Anyone who's willing to hurt a little cutie like you CAN'T be normal." She held Harry close. Miku looked down in surprise as she felt the tiny boy shaking. He seemed to be trying not to cry, but could be seen sobbing. Albeit without letting a single tear fall. "Hey, it's okay! No one can hurt you anymore. I won't let them." Harry couldn't take it. This woman's kindness was just too much. He buried his face into her chest...

Miku suddenly felt her shirt dampening...

Miku almost started to panic. He was crying! What did she do now? Uncertainly, she shifted her grip on him and began slowly stroking the back of his head. "Shh... It's okay... Let it all out..." After a few seconds of silence, she began to sing softly. Harry wanted to stop crying, really he did...But at the moment, it just felt so good to let it all out...He was certain he was going to pay for it later down the line...But it was worth it in his eyes.

Miku was officially freaking out. The soft song wasn't doing anything to help, and she didn't have many children's songs in her database. Oh! Let's try this! "Hey don't cry too much, otherwise you won't have tears for the good things in life. Like leeks!"

"I...I can't stop..." He sobbed. "I want to, but I can't...I'm sorry, I can't...I..." His words were lost in his sobbing.

Hmmm... Wait a moment, what was that song Luka made? Lillieum? Miku quickly searched her music memory and found the Englishwoman's favorite song. Softly, but soothingly she began, "/Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam, Et lingua eius loquetur indicium.../" Gradually, Harry's crying began to cease, devolving into soft, barely audible sobs. When his crying stops completely, Miku finishes the song and looks down at him. "All better?" Harry sniffled and looked up at her, adoration in his eyes. "Ah! You're so kawaii!" She snuggled up close to him and almost squealed in excitement. "Oh, wait! Harry, how would you like to live with me?" Harry's eyes widened, and he stared up at her in shock, stunned that she wanted him.

"Wh- why would you want someone like me?"

Miku smiled, "Why would anyone not want someone like you? You're so kawaii!"

Harry tilted his head. "What's a 'kawaii?'

"Oh right! You're English! Well, kawaii means cute, or in your case, very cute!" The Vocaloid giggled an poked his nose.

Harry blushed. "But...I'm ugly...Not cute..."

"Did that mean walrus man tell you this?" Harry nodded hesitantly. "Well, he was wrong." Miku paused, "Actually, I'm kinda glad that Rin isn't here, she might smother you with hugs."

Harry blushed. "So...You really think I'm cute..." He finally might have something to like about himself...

"Absolutely! Now, we just have to wait for my arm and leg to get fixed, and then we can go. I think... " Harry snuggled into her embrace and rested his head on her chest.

Miku smiled and hummed lillium under her breath, and pretty soon the boy was fast asleep. She gently set Harry down on the bed as the doctor came in. "Miss Hatsune? We need to get your arm set and your knee put back in place." Miku nodded, then leaned down and gently gave Harry a kiss on the cheek.

"I will be right back my little leek." She turned to the doctor, "Okay, let's do this. I want to be able to hold Harry with both hands."

And so...

Miku grinned and raised her newly fixed arm. "Good as new! Now, time to figure out how to keep Harry. Quickly, she found phone and called Luka again. "Hey Luka! Did you find out anything concerning Harry?"

"Actually Miku, you may have to come here."

Miku frowned. "Huh? What do you mean? What's going on?"

"Well... I've asked around, and they can't find any records of him. Officially, he doesn't exist!"

Miku gasped softly. "So...nobody knows about him...?"

"Unfortunately, no. However, the people here say they can sort it out. You just need to bring him here first."

Miku sighed. "Okay...I can do that...Now...I'll be there as soon as I can...But I really wanna go and hold him right now."

"Okay, I understand. I'll see you in London."

Miku almost dropped the phone as she raced down the hall, eager to get back to Harry. She peeked in the room to see him still sleeping cutely.

She quietly snuck inside the room and sat down next to the bed. 'He is just too cute! I hope the English can sort out whatever happened. I can't stand the thought of him going to someone who might treat him the same way as those monsters.' She tentatively reached out and began to softly stroke the sleeping child's head. He looked so peaceful in his- nightmare? Miku noticed a look of distress cross his face, and quickly realized that he was having a bad dream. She glance furtively out the door before slowly climbing into the bed and picking up the child. She rested his head on her shoulder and softly sang in his ear. Slowly, his nightmare subsided and a look of peace spread over his face. Not wanting to wake him, she decided to stay like that until he woke up. Pretty soon however, her eyes began drooping, and she drifted into a soft slumber.

Before she slept, she whispered something softly into his ear.

"I love you..."

A few minutes later, the doctor came in the room to check on Harry. "Okay Mr. Potter I..." He froze as he saw the quiet scene laid out before him. He smiled softly. "...Perhaps I'd best leave them to it."