J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters I only own the ones I make up, and the plot. No copy right because I do not want or wish to sell J.K. Rowling's ideas. All the warnings in the first chapter apply here as well.

Chapter 2
I could hear the man running after me, but I didn't stop. I didn't want to go back.
"Come back!" I heard a yell then suddenly I was tackled on the ground.
"Why did you run?" he panted holding me down. I felt tears slide down my face and without thought I begged.
"Please, please don't send me back there. I can't go back, he'll kill me," I sobbed and the man pulled me up into a hug.
"shhh, you don't have to go back anywhere. Come on," he said, but realized that I couldn't move right now. He pulled me into his arms, and picked me up.

The man walked, his arms were lightly around me. I could feel my eyes droop.
"Go to sleep little one, we will be there soon." he says. I want to know who he is and where he was taking me, but I closed my eyes and slept.

"Little one wake up, we are her," I heard. I groaned and opened my eyes. We were standing outside a huge house, it looked like a castle.
"Wow," I whispered amazed. He chuckled and started in.
As he walked in, I quickly looked around. It was beautiful. The walls where in a warm light green, there were picture's everywhere and the floors were silver tiles. I was in love.

"Like it?" He asked, smugly. I nodded quietly. He smiled at me, and then started up the long stair case when it suddenly moved. I watched in amazement as it came to a door a few steps away. The man walked those steps and opened the door.

I didn't know what to expect, but when he opened the door… The room was breath taking. The walls were a soft golden, a huge bed with deep red covers was centred in the middle, there were books organized neatly on a shelf, and desk area was in the far right corner.

"This is the guest bedroom, you will sleep here tonight. Tomorrow we will talk about the person who hurt you. Don't try to run again little one. The doors of the castle will not open and you will most likely get lost." He stated laying me down and walking towards the door.

"Wait, what's your name?" I asked. I couldn't believe I was staying here, but it seemed to be better than my uncles.

"Alvar, what is yours?" He asked.

"Harry," I mumbled as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.