Okay chapter two is here. I hope that you like it. And remember to REVIEW. Or else I find it hard to continue the story.

Warning: Child abuse, light bashing, cursing and whatever else I can think of.

Disclaimer: In case there is any doubt I don't own Harry Potter or any recognizable characters.

Every single part of him hurt. Harry was not sure if it was possible but even his hair seemed to be in pain.

How come he felt such pain? What had caused it? Harry frowned while he tried to get his brain to work. Unlike what people seemed to think about him he could think just fine on his own. Most of the time he just ignored the little voice in the back of his head that was trying to give him pieces of advices.

He remembered talking with professor Snape. Then he had been in the headmaster's office. Dumbledore had been acting weird. It almost was like he was someone else. Harry wondered if it was possible for Voldemort to pull the same stunt as Barty Jr. had done in his fourth year.

Dumbledore had cursed him.

Fucking Dumbledore had cast the Avada Kedavra at him.

On of the three Unforgivable.

Dumbledore had tried to kill him.

…Then wasn't he supposed to be dead?

Harry was pretty sure that dead people did not feel pain. But what was the changes for surviving a curse that had killed all its victims not only one but two times.

All those thoughts were starting to give him a headache. Harry groaned. Just what he needed. More pain. Fate had to be a sadist or he had done something to piss her off.

The sound of birds singing somewhere over him made Harry sit up just to fall back again when pain shot through his body. Why did he feel like he had been turned inside out? Had he felt like this the first time he had been hit by the curse? Sadly, there was no one around him he could ask.

Slowly Harry opened his eyes only to look at a bright blue sky without a single cloud in sight. It seemed to a perfect summer day. Not too hot or too cold. His glassed had survived the travel which he was thankful for. He didn't like the idea stumbling around without being able to see anything.

Turning his head from side to side Harry found that he was in what looked like a park. From where he lay at the ground he could see on old swing and an unused seesaw.

Where ever he was it was clearly a muggle location. At least he had changed to some of his cousin's hand-me-down clothes before he had gone of to the headmaster's office. Though the clothes were several times too big for him and used more than enough it made him stand out less than his Hogwarts robes would.

Testing his limbs he was glad to find that nothing seemed to be broken. He was sore and his lungs felt weird. He would have to check up on them later on if the feeling continued. At least he was alive. Either that or he had ended up in a really weird version of afterlife.

If this was life after death he would have to talk with someone. He had always thought he would be able to meet his parents and now also Sirius when he once died. For some reason or another it didn't seem to be happening anything soon.

With a sigh he slowly got up from his spot at the ground. Every muscle in his body protested but at least he was able to move around.

Wincing Harry took a step forward and nearly stumbled over his own feet. Maybe he wasn't as okay as he first had thought but at least he was alive.

Now all he needed was some kind of a plan and he would be on his way.

Not far from where he had awaked Harry found his trunk. How the old piece of junk had managed to survive the travel he had to figure out later. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that it had survived many years of use by the hands of the Dursleys. It made him feel like he was almost on familiar terms with the trunk.

Taking another step Harry found that he was slowly growing steadier. In this rate he would maybe be able to make it out of the park by nightfall.

As he walked, if one could say that, a plan had started to take form in the back of his mind.

First of all he would have to find out where he was. By the look of his surroundings he would say he was some kind of a muggle park. This meant he was nowhere near Hogwarts. That was probably a good thing since the headmaster had just attempted to take his life.

Then he would have to figure out where to go. Hogwarts was out of question and so was the Burrow. Dumbledore would know he was alive at the moment he sat a foot in either places. There was Privet Drive number 4 but since there was nothing there to protect him from one mad headmaster he would have to avoid his home. And then there was Sirius's home.

A saddening feeling spread in his chest. No, he couldn't go there. It would only remind him of his godfather which would be too painful to deal with right now. Besides the house was headquarter for the burning chicken, which Dumbledore was leading.

Harry sighed. It seemed like he was all on his own. At least he had made preparations for situations like this after his second year where he had blown up Aunt Marge and afterwards run from home. After that he had bought a purse that was directly connected to his account in the bank. That way he did not have to go to Gringotts to get money.

His lungs burned as if he did not get enough air in them as he walked. Harry had to stop several times and lean against one of the trees. Taking several deep breaths he opened his eyes which he had not even realised he had closed.

Harry cursed. If he continued like this he would not be able to get anywhere anytime soon. He could not risk staying at this place for long. Who knew when somebody would come around and see him? He would have to get away from there before it happened.

A sudden idea hit him and Harry smirked. He should have thought of this before. Just because he was minor and couldn't use magic outside school it didn't mean he would not be able to use magical things.

Opening his trunk Harry found his firebolt, a gift from his godfather in his third year, and his invincible cloak which his father had used before him.

Looking around to make sure that no one was around him Harry turned his attention back to his belongings. He didn't need a muggle to see what he was about to do. That would just get the ministry breathing down his neck. Something he wanted to avoid as long as possible.

Whit a wave with his hand his broom grew back to its normal size. Harry groaned and closed his eyes for a short time. He had learned himself doing wandless magic when he had realised that the headmaster would not train him to be ready to face Voldemort.

He was still at the learning stadium and could only do the simplest spells. And it still gave him a great headache afterwards. Not for the first time Harry found himself wished for a potion.

When he felt he was not going to faint by moving Harry opened his eyes and stood. He cast an enlighten spell at his trunk so it would hover behind him and sat on the broom.

Wrapping the cloak around himself and his belongings Harry kicked off.

With the help of his broom Harry moved much faster than before. He kept close to the ground in fear of falling down. He didn't feel like breaking bones because he was too high in the air. Now he would just have to make sure that he did not bump into any muggles and everything would be all right.

Moving around like this reminded of Mr. Weasley's old flying car Ron and he had used to get to school in the start of second year. The memory made Harry smile. He would have to get in contact with Ron to warn him and his family about Dumbledore. If the headmaster had tried to kill him what should stop him from doing so to others?

Worrying about his friends' health Harry sped up. He had to find out where he was so he could find out how to get a warning out to his friends. It was too dangerous, both for him and them, to meet personally. He had to find another way to contact them.

It didn't take long for Harry to find out that he was in London. Though he had never seen much of the city the big signs where a big tell-away for him.

What made him confused was the way people at the street were dressed. He did not know much about what was in with the muggles but the way people was dressed made him feel like he had ended up in a old film of some kind.

With still growing worry Harry landed in an alley and took of his cloak and put both the cloth and his broom back in the trunk.

He had to find the Leaky Caldron and maybe the twin's shop. They would now what to do. He had no doubt about they would help him. If not then only because of the money he had given them to start their shop.

Walking among the muggles Harry felt himself standing out from the mass. More than once he saw people turn their head to look at him. Somehow he knew that they were not only looking because of his clothes though to them that alone had to be weird enough.

His unruly black hair was worse than normally. He didn't need a mirror to see that. His clothes were dirty with earth and spots from grass. His glasses were way too big to his face and his body was too little. It made him seem to be years longer than he really was.

After walking what felt like hours without a break Harry started to feel more and more tired. His lungs had stopped hurting but settled down to an irritating itching. If it didn't disappear he would have to see a healer or someone else about it.

By the sound of children's voices made him stop dead in his track. Though he could not yet see them the voices reminded him of the times his cousin and Dudley's friends had played Harry hunting. He shuddered and started walking fast towards the sounds.

Hermione called is hero complex.

Even at strange places like this where he had nothing to do it seemed to follow him around.

Harry could not think of a time where it had not gotten him into troubles of some kind.

He hoped that this would not be one of those times.

Harry arrived at what looked like a backyard. He spotted several children surrounding something at the ground. He stopped taking in the scene trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

Standing on his toes Harry caught a glimpse of a boy with the same nuance of black hair as himself. Seven boys and girls were surrounding the boy. Kicking and hitting him wherever they could land a hit or kick.

From what he could see the boy had curled around himself and had his arms over his head trying to protect it from the worst of the attacks.

Anger came to live in him. His wand was in his hand before he could think. "Leave him alone."

All head snapped in his direction and Harry stopped not sure if this really was such a good idea. Though he seemed to be older than those people, there were more of them than there was of him. He would not be able to take them out on his own. Not without cheating a little.

So fast that their eyes were not able to keep up, Harry put his wand away and sent several jinxes towards the group. Satisfied he watched as the children stumbled and landed at the hard ground. The headache was back on full force and made him see black dancing spots.

Not wasting anymore time at the children Harry stepped over the bodies and towards the one who was still curled into a ball at the ground.

Harry kneeled down next to the boy and reached out for him. "Are you okay?" The boy was a few years younger than him but with the obviously hand-me-down clothes he could be wrong. Large bruises painted his skin and a little blood was running from a wound at his lip.

The boy flinched away from his touch which made Harry frown. Something told him that this was not the first time the boy had been beaten like this. "Don't worry. They will not do you anything. I will make sure of that."

He glared at the children who had started to get up. They shivered and turned around and ran out of the backyard.

"You shouldn't have done that. They will just find me another day." Harry frowned. The boy's voice was hollow. As if he was not living. It reminded him of how he had sounded before he had got his letter from Hogwarts. The thought send shivers down his spine.

The boy started moving around trying to get up. Harry bended down and helped him on his feet. He noted the slight difference between them in height. At least he was taller than the boy but it was clear that the other one would grew him over head in a few years.

Dark blue eyes locked with his green eyes.

Harry starred at the boy. He seemed like someone he was supposed to know but right now he could not place him. The boy wasn't starring at his scar which meant he had to be a muggle.

The young wizard cursed. Leave it to him to use magic in front of a whole group of muggles. But even if he got the chance to do it again he would do it all the same way.

"You know it is good manners to say thanks when someone just has saved your ass."

"I could have taken care of them on my own." Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, and I am not a wizard."

As soon as the words had left his mouth Harry felt the boy freeze and jump away from him. For the second time that day. Was it really the same day? He was not sure. It was something he would have to find out later on.

Anyway, for the second time he found himself looking at a wand pointing at his face.

"You are also a wizard?" His calm tone seemed to unnerve the other boy. "What told you? The fact that I am holding a wand and am ready to curse you if I don't get some answers?"

Harry ignored the sarcasm in the boy's voice. "But if you're a wizard then you are bound to know who I am." The boy only glared at him and Harry sighed. He moved the hair away from his forehead and waited for the usual reaction he knew had to come.

The boy didn't gasp.

He didn't scream.

Nor did he try to hug him to death.

Or try to curse him with the same result.

He just looked at him as if he waited for something to happen. "You have a scar so what? Do you think that makes you famous? I have several though none of them are in my face."

"Are you sure you are a wizard?" Harry said. Maybe the boy had borrowed an older sibling's wand. That would explain it.

The boy stepped closer trying to be threatening. "Shouldn't I be the one asking?" Harry smirked. "I don't know should you?"

"I am the one with the wand."

"That is only because I don't need mine."

The surprise in the boy's face nearly made Harry laugh. He held it back since the boy looked to be one of those who didn't take it well to be laughed at.

Harry cleared his throat. He had already spent more than enough time talking with the other boy. "I have to be on my way."

"I didn't give you permission to leave." Harry frowned. He knew than commanding voice from somewhere. If only he could recall who it had belonged to. "Then it is I good thing I never asked for permission, boy."

He could see anger flare up in by his words. "Don't call me that I have a name."

"It is kind of hard to use when I don't know what it is." Harry waited while the boy pondered his words.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"Then you may have a nice day, Tom."

Ignoring the scowling boy Harry turned around and started walked. He trusted his instinct to save him if the boy actually decided to curse him.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Now, why did that name sound like someone he should know?

Tom Marvolo Riddle also known as Lord Voldemort the times biggest dark lord.

Yup, that could only be him.

Something told Harry that his life just had been more messed up than it had already been.

…Was it too late to hope it all just was some kind of a dream?

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