Violent Tendencies

Disclaimer: I don't own the the plot I do own.

This chapter takes place when Harry is five years old...

Warning! Violence and bullies. Sorry but this is important.

Chapter 1: Jump

A young boy with a mop of jet black hair and big vivid emerald green eyes stood back against the wall facing three other boys.

The young boy stared back at his three tormentors not letting a single emotion flicker across his face or eyes. He never gave them a single indication that the words they were saying were effecting him.

This unresponsiveness sparked anger in the bully in the middle. Determined to get something out of the boy infront of him he made a fist and clocked the young boy in the face breaking his nose and his glasses.

Blood started gushing everywhere and the young boy's eyes started watering up but didn't spill over. He looked at the ground his fists clenched at his sides and wished desperately to be anywhere but where he was. Any where at all would do.

The boys started laughing at the sight of his clenched fists and the blood all over his clothes.

"What's the matter Potter?" one of the boys sneered at him.

"Yeah Potty, Watcha gonna do? You gonna hit us back?"

The boy who hit him originally just laughed at his friends words. " Nope Potter here wouldn't dare hit any of us back." Reaching out a pudgy hand he grasped the younger boys hair and brought his face closer to his causing Harry to grimance in pain before he spoke again. " Potter here knows not to lay a hand on me don't you you stupid git."

Potter didn't say anything.

"Don't you you stupid git?" he said again before slamming the boys head into the wall and releasing him only to watch as the boy fell into a heap on the ground and curl up into a ball.

"...yes..." the boy said, carefull to not make any eye contact lest they decide to hurt him some more.

They all looked down at him, smiles triumphant at their success. They had gotten the freak to speak.

"So Dudley," the boy with teeth like a rat, began," let's play Harry Hunting."

Dudley looked down at Harry as he tried to make himself look smaller, insignificant, invisible, before taking a step back and then swinging his foot forward connecting it to Hary's stomach.

The air was knocked from his lungs and as Harry tried to suck in a gulp of air he watched as the kid with rat teeth began to take a step back as well, realizing what he was about to do Harry crawled up onto his elbows and began to move away from them.

"No." Harry said softly fear in his eyes. "Please no more."

His plea was met with jeering laughter and a kick to the face.

Harry screamed in pain, grasped his face and tried to tuck it in away from their kicks so his face wouldn't get damaged any more.

The kicks rained down on his unprotected back, stomach, and chest. They kicked every part of him they could. Soon a sickening cracks were heard as his ribs broke from the onslaught.

Trying hard not to pass out from the pain, Harry began to see white spots as the edges of his vision began to grow dim.

Tasting blood as it seeped into his mouth Harry began to choke on it.

He needed to get away.

He needed to get far away.

So far away that they couldn't hurt him anymore.

Not Dudley.

Not Dudley's three friends.

Not his Aunt Petunia or his Uncle Vernon.

He wanted out.

Flashes of a dream he had had the night before of a big bustling street full of multicolored oddly dressed people came into his mind. He wanted to go there. It was warm there. He was happy there.

Just before he blacked out Harry felt things around him begin to shake violently. Dudley and his three friends all shrieked and ran just as Harry began to feel a strong pull in his navel and then he disappeared.

Dudley stared at the spot Harry had occupied just seconds ago and he felt a warm wetness traveling down his leg. He was in to much of a shock to notice though that he had just peed his pants.

What he knew though was that Harry was in big trouble. Especially when he told his mother.

Dudley was going to make sure Harry paid for escaping him.

It was warm Harry noticed. Warm and soft. But he hurt. Why am I sore? Harry thought to himself. What happened?

Harry wracked his brain but nothing came to him.

Looking up finally he noticed his surroundings, his mouth fell open and his eyes widened in shock. Oh, just where am I?

Pushing back the covers on the bed he was laying in he got up and walked over to the bedroom door and opened it as quietly as he could before stepping out into the long hallway.

Making his way down the hall he stared at all of the pictures. He'd never seen anything like them.

They were all moving. Some were talking to each other. But most of them were just staring at him.

Harry could swear they were actually talking to. Because he caught some phrases and there wasn't anyone else in this hallway except for him...and the pictures.

"Don't mind them." a voice said coming out of no where.

Harry started and slowly turned around to face the person who had just spoken. "I'm sorry sir. I just didn't know where I was. I wasn't doing anything I swear."

"I know Harry. It's quite alright. Now if you follow me I can get you some breakfast. You've been asleep for a day and I bet your hungry." he said as he turned around and started to walk back down the hall towards the kitchen.

Harry began to follow him, drawn in with the aspect of food, he really was hungry.

"Sir?" Harry began tentatively as the man and him ate their pancakes with sausage and eggs and lots of syrup and strawberries.

"Yes?"

"How did you know my name?" Harry asked.

The man put down his fork and looked at Harry for a second. "I knew your parents when we went to school together and when they had you."

"Oh." Harry looked up at the man. "So whats your name sir?"

The man grinned. "My name is..."

Ha ha ha ha! Cliffhanger! lol. I needed to break off this chapter otherwise it would have grown and grown and been gigantic. And I just can't have that. Nope no siry.

So can anyone guess who the man is that rescued Harry?

We know he's a wizard and he went to school with Harry's parents...

So can anyone guess?

Ahh and whats up with Dudders...

Let the mystery unfold!

Oh and sorry about any grammar problems or such.

R & R & Love it. lol.

Silas.