A/N -Alright, In honor of the amazing response to this story, and my many paper's approaching with in the next few days, I have decided to give you all this chapter early. I am warning you that this chapter outlines SEVERE abuse of a minor. Namely Harry Potter. If this makes anyone uncomfortable I suggest skipping the bulk of this chapter. I shall always warn you when I am outlining the abuse to any large extent so please look out for those warnings if you wish to skip those parts. Also some little mess ups from the first chapter were fixed if anyone wishes to re-read. Nothing major, re-reading not needed. I just missed some simple little things that are bugging me so I have changed them.

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Chapter 2

Privet Drive Number 4, Dawn Halloween 1983, BD

The cupboard under the stairs of Number 4 Privet Drive was very crowded pushed to one side an array of cleaning supplies and cleaning chemicals, sat ever so slightly opened on flimsy looking shelves that would fall with the slightest of jarring attacking the weak and unfilled stomach of a small boy. He huddled in the opposite corner holding tightly to a scrap of blanket that was at one point blue. In the two years he had lived in the cupboard it had become stained a brownish red with dry blood. He was lying on one side his knees pulled tightly to his chest his arms near his head, one thumb was in his mouth as he shivered in the dark. He tried to force himself into a state of unconsciousness so he could find some rest. His right side felt as if it were on fire from his latest beating.

Aunt Petunia had been merciless in her beating today .

The Boy had not mixing and rolled the meatballs for the pasta well enough and they had fallen apart when she cooked them. He knew what was coming but still was unprepared for the feeling of the heated metal connecting with his shoulder as it threw him off the stool he perched on was vivid in his mind's eye. Thankfully it was not at full heat yet, for he knew that would hurt worse and would leave a burn mark. After the hit with the pan the woman had placed her Dinky-Diddums in front of the television so she could finish her punishment of the boy.

The three-year old was then led up to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's room where a large leather belt was used to whip the right side of his body as well as his back. Pain, Petunia had learned is better when alternated. Changing the side of the boy she beat each week made for more pain as then no part of him was able to heal. She had left him in a heap bleeding on the master bathroom floor. Harry did not know how but he managed to clean the blood off the dark tiles in the bathroom, but he knew if he didn't the beating would only get worse, or how he managed hide himself in his cupboard as Petunia took Dudley to get take out for dinner.

It was only four in the afternoon when so the woman had two hours and a half to have dinner done yet instead of attempting she took the easier way out. After all she did not like cooking all that much. Uncle Vernon however had a cook for a mother, she had cooked for him all his life. Therefore meals that where anything but homemade did not appease the largely obese man. You can imagine how he acted when he came home to a meal of take out. Petunia explained that the 'boy' had ruined the meatballs and she didn't have time.

The three-year old was pulled out of the cupboard again as Vernon placed the uncooked meatballs in front of him. He had eaten a part of such meat before much to the adults' amusement and gotten quite sick, so sick in fact he had to go to a hospital. The boy did not like the experience so he knew better than to do so. After ten minutes of refusing the food the boy was lectured by his Uncle about wasting good food.

After the lecture thrown off the chair by the force of his uncle pulling it from under him and forced against the table, seeing as his rib cage hurt something terrible the force made him lose his breath. Uncle Vernon had only stopped physically abusing Harry after he gave the boy head injury a two weeks. The 'freak boy' had attempted to move the next day and passed out releasing all of his bodily fluid on the carpet so Vernon stopped beating him for now. After all he would not be able to explain why Freak existed if he killed him. No one was supposed to know and Vernon couldn't hide the body. Afterwords he had been locked in his cupboard until earlier that day. Left with out any food except a piece of burnt crust from Dudley's sandwich each week. One piece had jam on the end. It made him feel slightly sick but the taste was wonderful.

As Vernon picked the boy up by the collar of the large red shirt the boy had worn for almost two months he pushed him into the rough hands of his wife. Petunia then changed the nappy he had worn for two weeks with little care to his sore bum, in fact she took great pride in taking as least care as she could while berating the boy about his infection as if he could do something about it. Despite wearing a nappy, he did know how to use the loo. In fact he picked it up faster than Dudley did. However, on long punishments the knowledge of how to use the restroom did not help him, and if he could not get to the loo and had an accident that only spelt trouble for the family. For they often entertained company and Freak, which was the boy's name would make the house reek of urine and other things if he was not placed in a Nappy. As it was Petunia spent a lot of time spraying the door of the cupboard to keep the smell away now. Then she shoved him back in his cupboard.

That had all happened the 30th however, so now the small boy only reaped the consequences. A empty stomach and a body unbelievable pain, he closed his eyes as he tried to fall asleep hoping he did not make any noise once he did. Vernon and Petunia did not like noises, especially not noises from freaks. Closing his brilliant green eyes he wished very hard for people to come and kiss his boo boos, something he saw Aunt Petunia do when Dudley got hurt. He knew it was wrong to want what Dudley had, he was smart enough to know that was being ungrateful. It was so tempting, then he saw it when he was cleaning the living room, it was on a cartoon.

He remembered wanting to ask why the adults kissed other boys but he figured it was because the boys were Dudleys.

Dudleys are good boys who deserve kisses, toys, sweets, food, and love. Dudleys also deserve TV time, books (even if they destroy them), play dates, and lullaby' were wanted and had Families. Freaks did not. Freaks had no one. Because after all who would want a freak. Freaks are not good boys they do not deserve those things, they deserve to work for Dudleys and never complain.

Sometimes when he woke up to a nightmare he wished his aunt would come and sing him a lullaby. He knew she could sing, sometimes he would strain his ears to hear his aunt crooning out the old tune for Dudley. He couldn't hear the words well and he only picked up some of the melody but he was always trying to hum it to himself. Freak was never any good as singing though, and Aunt Petunia, well he always felt his aunts singing voice was the best part of her. As his eyes closed he wished once again he had someone who would treat him like a Dudley.

A bright blue light slipped from the cupboard, the boy's large emerald-green eyes were closed so he did not see it. Not that he would understand if he did anyways. After all only one person in number 4 Privet Drive would have even know what happened. But (thankfully) she slept on with out a care in the world. Tomorrow she would wake to find her nephew gone and her heart would clench for the quickest of moments. But this clench was not from worry or sorrow for the boy rather fear for what would happen to her if the freaks ever found out. Dudley would call from his place stuck on top of the stairs and she would forget all about the boy who once lived in the cupboard. In fact she would move all the cleaning supplies out of the cupboard and forget the boy even existed at all.

She never shed a tear for Freak, after all why should she.


Godric's Hallow, Early Morning Halloween 1983.

Lily Potter opened her eyes too see herself in her room. She was sure she had been down stairs before, how had she gotten here. She slowly moved herself from under the covers and began her way down the stairs her arms tightening around her waist. She turned from the bottom stairwell toward the kitchen. Rubbing her hands up her arms as her eyes traveled to the windows. Snapping her head back she closed her eyes tighter and willed each stray thought from her frazzled mind as she pressed on to the kitchen. There she saw an image that made her grin. Her husband was sleeping on the table a cold mug of tea in his hand. Across from him lay one Sirius Black, head smushed against the table as well as he protested his own internal clock. Of everything Lily Potter nee Evan's learned of her Husband's friends the fact Sirius Black was the one to wake everyone was one of the more surprising. Sure she had heard the jokes that he took hours on his hair and woke up early for that reason but even those assumptions were wrong. The problem was Sirius Black had one hell of an internal clock. His body ran on that clock without fail. And at Five forty-nine every morning he would begin waking up, he would actually join the land of the living and move from groaning Inferius stage at six a.m on the dot. Lily began to busy herself in the kitchen trying to keep her mind off the fact the reason her Husband's friend was there was more than likely not a joyous one. It most likely meant James's strong front had cracked and he needed someone to but him back together.

"For better or worse,"

The vow she took crossed her mind. Mocking her for her own weakness. To stand by someone for the good days and the bad. To protect each other from the world beyond their front door. In that way she failed, she failed James by not being able to be strong enough to allow him to be weak. For not being able to hold him as he cried over the loss of their son. For not being able to be as strong as she always wanted to be. Merlin, she was a failure.

"Good morning Firecracker," A detached and sleep filled voice said. Lily twisted to see Sirius Black attempting to stretch out the tense muscles he had from sleeping slumped on a table for a good few hours. He cast a tempus and frowned at the hour 6am. "One day, I am going to sleep in," He said grabbing both his and James's cups and placing of them in the sink. He turned to Lily and saw the red-head standing still, tears streaking down her face.

"Firecracker, Lils, Lily - Flower, Lily-bug, Lily-Darling" He said running though old nicknames he had called her though out the time he had known her. The last he drawled out like an old country woman but the red-head before him only made a weak noise of protest.

"Lily, hey look at me." He said taking the woman's shoulders and turning her to face him. "Sush, what has you frazzled," He said pulling her into a hug rubbing his hand up her back to comfort her.

"I am a horrible wife," She said before beginning to ball again. Sirius huffed and let out his bark like laugh at the statement. Lily Potter, a horrible wife, the idea itself was preposterous. She pulled back looking affronted that Sirius did not take her concerns seriously enough.

"Merlin Lils, for someone so smart you can be right thick sometimes. You are not a horrible wife." He said before pulling her back into a hug.

"I am not strong enough. I should be strong enough to help him." She said and Sirius's laughter died out.

"Lil, no one is saying you have to be today Lil."

"It's not just today. It's every day. I want to help to be strong enough, I need to be strong enough, I should be strong enough, but then I just, I can't, I break and leave him with the pieces." She said.

"Lil, Lil Lil, lovely lovely Lily. I hope this is exhaustion talking because you're being quite thick. He loves you Lil."

"I just want..." The rest of the wish went unheard as she crumpled once again against him. Sirius did not have to think to figure out what it was the red-headed mother wanted though. She wanted her baby back, and Sirius truthfully could not find it in him to fault her for that.

"We all do Lil, we all do." He said trying to banish his own tears as he hid his face against her hair. Both of them with eyes closed and heads buried missed the presence of the soft blue light that enveloped the house for the quickest of seconds. The only other person in the house, James, slept on oblivious to anything happening in the house.


Far away, in a place with out time or land a similar blue light flickered across a black plain. The light had no understanding of human thoughts, or language. But if it did only two words would fit the current situation it found itself in.

"Wish Granted"


A/N - Calling all readers - help your writer please!

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