Warning: Violence, Language and Angst in this chapter.

Author Notes:

HI GUYS IT'S ME AGAIN! (Silent) I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! (Silent) Ahem, well I kinda expect that, but it did worth a try haha-ha. (Author blush and look away)

Anyway it's been a hard few weeks; I had to write and re-write this chapter more than once, so I hope it's good enough, if not I'm sorry I'll try harder next chapter, just tell me what you didn't like about it. Speaking of which, I got to tell you that I'm a little disappointed about not getting much reviews, how else am I going to know what do you think? So, promise to leave me a review in this chapter? (Silent) Ahhh forget it. Enjoy the extra-long chapter my friends.

Thanks for the awesome (SaviourUnleashed) for betaing this chapter.

Chapter 3: Run Harry! ….. RUUUUN!

Harry stood there, mouth opened, unable to move a muscle. How? How? How had that happened? The cupboard door crashed to a thousand pieces. It was the first time in Harry's short life that he got something he wished for.

The ten year old boy blinked and touched the place where the door had been before it fell. Dear God, it's really happening - the door now opened, he just needed to run.

Harry stood up and started to move, careful not to step over the sharp pieces of wood that spread everywhere. Unfortunately one small sharp piece found its way through his vulnerable foot. He yelped in pain and covered his mouth; the crash had made enough noise to wake the whole neighbourhood. He was lucky his uncle and cousin were heavy sleepers like Panda Bears.

However his aunt was not!

"HARRY POTTER!"

Harry stood dead at the front door way, he could tell his aunt was up the stairs. But nevertheless, he started to take small steps out the door.

"Don't you dare take another step," Petunia said, warning clear in her tone.

Harry ran out like there was lava chasing after him. He didn't care about his bleeding foot, nor the pain he felt from walking on it, the only thing he cared about at that moment was to get as far as possible from his cruel relatives.

"STOP!" Petunia shouted from inside the house. Seriously, if she didn't bother getting out of the house to catch him then why all the shouting?

'Why that ungrateful little brat! I promised to keep him, and look at him now running like a wild animal. Of all the bothering things I have to… wait! I promised to keep him but not to prevent him from leaving. He wantsto live in the streets and dies from cold and hunger, so be it.' Petunia thought and smirked evilly.

Closing the door behind her, she headed to the broken door to clean the mess before going back to bed. After all, she didn't want her dear Duddy to get hurt.

Harry was gasping for air as he ran wildly as fast as he could, his heart was beating so loudly he swore he could hear it. He stopped to catch his breath and looked around, the place looked familiar through the dark; it was the neighbourhood park. He thought he went far away but it seemed he couldn't get any farther with his bleeding foot.

Now what?

He ran away, he was free, but for how long? And where should he go?

First, he need to get out of the neighbourhood to start with.

"Kid you need to tell me what your name is so I can call your famil-"

"NO!" Harry shouted, not taking his gaze from his lap.

Hugh, the chubby fifty year old officer sighed and ran his hand through his grey hair. He had been asking the little boy for over an hour now. And yet the boy didn't gave him the information he needed to take him back home, so he could go back to his own home and get some rest. It had been a long enough day already.

Flashback

Hugh was on his way home after having a drink at the bar when he saw something. A little boy was trying to sneak into the back door of the bar when a tall muscled man with an awfully scary tattoo opened the door to throw the garbage.

"Hey kid what are you doing here?" The garbage man asked Harry.

"Nothing, I was just walking." Harry lied and started to move away from the scary looking man when he grabbed a handful of his collar and started to shake the little boy.

"Now you little brat trying to run away from me after I caught you trying to steal huh?"

"I didn't do anything, LET ME GO!" Harry shouted and squirmed in the man's grip but with no use.

"Oh no little thief that won't happen until you pay for what you stole." The larger man smirked, tightening his grip on Harry's collar.

"But I didn't steal anything, I was only trying to find someplace to sleep, I am telling the truth." Harry tried again to convince the man that he was innocent, but the man seemed to have none of it.

"Find a place to sleep huh? What do you think this place is, a hotel? When I make your parents pay for what their oh so innocent kid took I will make sure they hear about your little story." The man said mockingly and start to drag Harry to the bar.

"But my parents are-" Harry never had the chance to tell the man that his parents were long gone before the man stopped moving and glared at him and said "Yeah I get that you are deadly poor, looking at your second-hand clothes, but there is always another way to pay," the man smirked evilly "like make them work here for free, or maybe they are also thieves, they sure have some valuable stolen things or- OW!"

Harry couldn't take it anymore and bit the mean man's hand. How dear he insult his parents? True, his parents were useless drunks who got themselves killed in a car accident (as the Dursleys kept telling him over and over until it became a fact to him), but they were never thieves, Harry was just sure about that.

"YOU STUPID IDIOT, LITTLE PIECE OF S***." The man spit and raised his hand as high as it could go and brought it down hard with a loud SMACK on the boy's face, causing him to fall to the ground with a bleeding nose.

The bigger man was about to do it again when someone grabbed his hand.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Hugh shouted.

"Who the F*** is you?" The bar man said and tried to take his hand out from the older man's grip.

"I am the boy's father, you piece of s***." Hugh said (He didn't really know why he said that) and hit the man on his face as hard as a police man could with 25 years of practice, making him fall face down on the garbage he just took out. [^v^]

"You ok son?" Hugh asked Harry kneeling down next to him.

Harry was a little dizzy after the smack so he just nodded.

Hugh was a bit shocked that a boy his age hadn't cried yet after a smack that would make a grown man shed a tear or two. But he thought maybe the boy was just too shocked to react. Or too used to it!

"Then let's go kid where I could help you with your bleeding nose."

End of Flashback

"Hugh, not finished yet?" Patrick the young blackhead officer said as he walked into the Cafeteria with some coffee and a box of donuts in his hands.

"No not yet, he refuses to say anything but 'no'"

"Oh god, I can't believe how patient you are with those children! They get on my nerves. How long have you been here again?" Patrick said.

"Hmm let's see, I found the boy about 3 in the morning and when we got here it was around 4 and now look at the time it's nearly 5:30, so it's been an hour and a half since we came in here and I didn't get anything out of the boy."

Patrick was back to the station to do some of the paperwork he forgot to finish yesterday when he saw Hugh with a small kid at the Cafeteria. He asked what they were doing and who the kid was. Hugh dragged him out and told him the full story. Patrick left the station saying that 'he had more important things to do'. And here he is back with some snack!

"Why did you need an hour to get here while the bar is about two blocks from here?" Patrick asked.

"Because my little friend here not only had a bleeding nose but also a bleeding foot, so we made a stop at the pharmacy and took care of it, before he freaked out when I told him that I'm a police officer, while I thought that would make him feel safer with me." Hugh said the last sentence more to himself before continuing. "However he tried to run from me, the poor boy tripped and fell down so I left him in my arms all the way through his loud protests. I am not a young man anymore; these things are much harder nowadays hahahaha." Hugh said laughing as if he was telling one of his not-so-funny-stories.

Patrick rolled his eyes, 'poor boy' How could he say that about someone who caused him so much trouble?

"Ok whatever, let me try with him so we could all go back home." Patrick said placing his coffee and the box of donuts at the table and taking a seat facing Harry and beside Hugh.

"OK kid what is your name?" The young officer asked and Hugh rolled his eyes this time at Patrick's poor try. As Harry didn't even bother to look at them.

"What's your last name?" He tried again. "What are your parent's names? What do they do for living? Where do you live? Do you know your telephone number?"

Still no answer.

Patrick sighed and decided to try another path "Kid, you owe the old man sitting here-"

"I am not that old!" Hugh interrupted.

Patrick glared at Hugh then took a deep breath and started again "As I was saying you owe Officer Hugh a lot. You got him in a lot of trouble when he saved you from the bar man. To tell the truth, if I was in his place I would have let the bar man finish his job with you assuming you are a little unlucky thief with no experience getting exactly what he deserved." Patrick paused for a moment letting his words sink in the stubborn skull, ignoring Hugh's nudge in his stomach. "However Hugh isn't me, and he is giving you his time even though he is off his duty. The least you can do is tell him your name so we can take you to your home and he can get back to his pregnant wife, it is his first child." Patrick said trying to make the boy feel guilty by sharing some private details from his fellow co-worker's personal life.

"Cut it off Patrick! You can't say that to a small kid!"

"I am not a small kid!" Harry said, since Patrick came in the Cafeteria it was the first time he heard his voice. "And I didn't ask anyone to save me, I can take care of myself."

Patrick was so into his work, when he started to get into the bad cop mood it was hard to get him out of it so easily, and he was getting angry. "Oh really, ok then we could go back to the bar and hand you over to the bar owner and pretend that you never came in here you ungrateful little brat, or better we could just send you to an orphanage."

"I think that's enough Patrick. Want some donuts my boy?" Hugh said trying to cool the air and offered Harry the box.

Suddenly the kid knocked the box out of the old man's hand and shoued loudly. "I AM NOT SCARED OF YOU YOU F***ING IDIOT, THE ORPHANAGE WOULD BE TEN THOUSAND TIMES BETTER THAN THE STUPID DURSLEYS."

Patrick felt so furious, no one swore at him and especially not a child (who probably didn't know what does it meant or when you used it). "You little rude brat-" he said in a dangerous tone and raised his hand to smack the table to support his point.

Harry gulped and closed his eyes when he saw the man raise his hand. He covered his head with his hands, but his quick flinch cause him to lose his balance and fall down the chair. Harry quickly folded his knees to his chest and curled in a small ball waiting for the smack that was sure to fall.

The police men sat frozen and exchanged shocked looks.

Hugh was the first to recover, he stood up and was about to kneel down the boy and see what it wrong with him when a hand grabbed his arm.

"Let's talk outside Hugh."

"But the ki-"

"Come on, it will be better for him this way." Patrick whisper in a sad tone mixed with some guilt.

He guided a speechless Hugh out of the Cafeteria and into the hallway, it was so rare for him to see Hugh like that. The old man was always so calm and patient with everyone, but when it came to children…

"Wh-what just happened?"

"I think it's much bigger than what it looks like Hugh."

They were silent for a moment then looked at each other, and spoke at the same time.

"Do you remember what he said?" Finally everything made sense.

"I'll go look at the files for the Durkleys." Patrick said.

"No, he said Dursleys not Durkleys. I'll stay with the kid and try to get him to talk more, you try to look within the near neighbourhoods, the child's home is surely not far away from here."

With that said, Patrick went to look in the files and Hugh stood behind at the Cafeteria's door not knowing what to do.

Since the beginning, there was something odd about the boy, something he couldn't quite put his hands on. And now he had some clue he didn't know how to deal with the child. Oh if just Beth were here she would now what to do right away, when it came to children his wife was the best one to understand them, after all she is an expert on children issues. However they just didn't get lucky with having one all those years, but maybe this last try would actually work and they would have their own child!

Thinking about his own child Hugh got back to his senses. He took a deep breath and opened the door to find the child in the same spot they left him in, but gladly he wasn't trying to cover his head any more. He was just sitting there on the floor hugging his knees, and looking for all the world like the small lost boy he was.

"A-Are you ok my child?" Hugh said, surprised at how hesitant he sounded.

"I'm not your child," The response came out as a hated whisper. "You don't even have one."

"Yet," Hugh said with a sad smile on his face.

"What do you want from me? Just let me go."

"We can't do that my boy, since the time I found you alone you became my responsibility until we get you back to your parents."

"You can't take me back to them." Harry said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Hugh knew the kid wasn't arguing or challenging, instead he was trying to tell him something.

"The Dursleys are not your real parents, are they my boy?"

Hesitantly, Harry closed his eyes and gave a small nod.

TBC

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