"What is happening." Harry was barely able to speak before the older boy punched him in the face. His emerald green eyes stared at the boy with confusion. All he did was wake up. What did he do to deserve this. He tried his best to remember, but nothing came to mind. In fact nothing came to mind. The only thing he remembered was the name Harry, his own name. "Please stop."
"You deserve this!" The boy said before taking another punch at Harry. "After what your kind did to my family, to my friends family! You should be grateful all I'm doing to you is punshing. What your kind did to their family was inhuman! At least I get a chance to kill you. That will even the score a little." He kicked Harry hard in the gut.
"Wha-what are you talking about? My kind?" Harry said in almost a whisper. It was all he could get out. This was all so confusing. He wondered what the boy was talking about and hoped he would stop hurting him soon. The boy stepped away from Harry and pulled out a pocket knife. He stared at Harry with complete hatred.
"Don't play stupid magic boy. We all saw you appear out of no where. Only magic folk can do that." He was about to stab Harry when someone grabbed his hand. Harry looked up and saw a man in a silver mask and a black cloak. The other boys darted in fear. The man held out his wand ready to attack.
"Do not ever think about harming an innocent boy again." The voice growled. The boy nodded his head. The man let go of the boy and the boy rushed off to join his friends. Than the man held out a hand to Harry. "It's okay. I am like you."
Harry took the man's hand and he helped him up. "Thank you."
The man let go of Harry's hand and bent down and grabbed a wand and glasses both were lying on the ground. With a wave of his own wand he fixed the glasses. "I think this is yours. Keep track of it. Now who are you parents? I need to get you back to your house before it gets too late."
"I don't know. I don't remember anything to be honest. I mean, I do remember my name. It's Harry."
"Are you related to the Potters by chance? You look an awfully like James Potter." The man said with an untrusting voice. He circled around the boy. "Just like him in fact, except your eyes. Your eyes are defiantly nothing like Potters.
"I've never heard of the name" Harry replied.
"I'll have to take you to the Dark Lord than. He'll know what to do with you. For now you will stay with me. You can rest at my apartment until you are well."
"Thank you er-" He wasn't sure what to call the man.
"You can call me Mister Black for now." He said pleasantly. Harry already felt comfortable around the man. "Come now. My place isn't too far from here." He led Harry down a few blocks to an expensive looking hotel. Mister Black allowed Harry to lean on him while they walked. Once inside a short man greeted them.
"Welcome back Mister Black! Who is this fine young gentleman?" He asked curiously, making sure not to make eye contact with either Black or Harry.
"He's my nephew. I need any medical supplies you have sent to my room. He was attacked by your kind. I am not pleased at all about it either." He said harshly to the man. The man scurried away to get the medical supplies. "These muggles need to learn some respect."
"What is a muggle?" Harry asked curiously as Mister Black took him up the stairs.
"Non magical humans. They are the most useless things. Aren't you?" He barked one of the maids that worked at the hotel. She jumped and ran away. Mister Black laughed at her suspense.
"Why are you so mean to them?" Harry could't understand the difference. So what if they couldn't use magic. As far as he was concerned he couldn't do magic. He couldn't think of a time he could use magic, though than again he hardly remembered anything. "It doesn't seem fair."
"Perhaps you are related to the blood traitor Potter." Mister Black said under his breathe before opening the door. "I suggest to keep your mouth shut about how unfair I treat muggles. Just know that they deserved. Think about what they did to you. I can't have muggles running around beating on any magical boys they choose. It's not right."
Harry wasn't about to argue with the man who just saved his life. Instead he went into the room. It was a large room, with two beds, a kitchen and a bath room. There was a large tv in the room. Tv, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and suddenly he remembered his cousin Dudley. A flash to when he was ten happened. Dudley was throwing a fit because he missed his tv show. He was so angry he threw a remote at the tv.
When he opened his eyes he found himself lying on the floor. Mister black was leaning over him. "Are you alright Harry?" He asked holding out a hand for him.
"Just fine." He grabbed the hand and Mister Black pulled him up. "I am going to rest for a little bit."
He went to the bed and laid down. Mister Black nodded. "Make yourself at home. You might be stuck here for a while."