Grimmauld Place
Summer, 1996

He could here distant voices in his groggy mind. Why were they talking? Couldn't they let him sleep in peace? He dare not groan though, the Dursley's wouldn't like that.

He opened his eyes, surprised to find gray-blue walls instead of darkness. Oh, yea. I'm at Grimmauld Place. He thought in realization. He still couldn't see anything but blurs as he looked around. ". . .I'll need to ask him some questions. I'll also need to take some pictures for the evidence if you plan on taking this to court." He heard an unknown women say.

"Yes, I suspected as much. Although he hasn't told anyone what has happened, I don't think he would be so open with someone he doesn't know." Dumbledore said to the unknown women.

"Some children are more open with a third party than someone they know. They believe that person reserves judgment."

"I see. Well, I see him looking at us so why don't I go introduce you" Harry could see the two blurs coming closer until he could make out the figure of Professor Dumbledore and a tall women with sandy blond hair, wearing a navy blue dress robe. He looked up at the women, wondering who this was.

The woman knelt down so she was closer to Harry's level. "Hi Harry." She said in a soft sweet voice. "My name is Marcy. I work with the wizarding child services or what the muggles call a social worker I believe." She watched in confusion as Harry's green eyes widened in shock and his face paled.

Flashback

Eight year old Harry could hear the doorbell ring from inside his cupboard. He could feel the thundering of the stairs as his uncle went to great the expected guest. "You must be Mr. Dursley." He heard a mysterious voice say. "I'm Alvin Munch I'm a social worker from Child Services. I'm here to discuss your nephew Harry Potter."

Vernon let the Social Worker in while telling Petunia to bring down their 'nephew'. She proceeded in bringing down Dudley. "This is Harry Potter then?" The social worker asked.

"Yep, this is our wonderful nephew." He heard Vernon say with false pride.

"Then where is your son?" Alvin asked.

"We had him sleep over at a friends house. Didn't want to get him over excited about this."

The social worker proceeded to ask them and 'Harry' questions about how his home life was and if he liked his life here. He wondered why the social worker didn't ask 'Harry' these questions in private.

When the social worker left Harry felt relieved and sad at the same time. Were all social workers that ignorant?

Harry was about to cry himself to sleep like he always did lately when his cupboard door was wrenched open. "You told somebody!" Vernon yelled as he yanked Harry out of the cupboard by the arm. "I'll make sure you never tell anybody AGAIN!" He yelled with furry as he unloosened his belt and took it off.

"No Uncle I w-won't tell" Harry cried through his sobs of fear.

"That's not good enough BOY." He said while folding his belt, proceeding in whipping Harry across the back.

Harry cried through the pain, trying with all his might to escape Vernon's big meaty hands. He was no match for a man more than three times his size, though.

When Vernon was done he stuffed the crying Harry in the cupboard and viciously locked it shut. "You tell anybody ANYTHING, I'll make you wish you were never BORN!!" He yelled as he left Harry to cry himself to sleep.

"Harry?" He could hear Marcy asking. "Are you alright?"

He had to get away from her! He tried getting out from under the cot, which was hard as he was tangled in the blanket. Albus, seeing he was having trouble, lifted the cot up on one end so he could get out easier.

Taking his break of freedom he huddled against the wall that was next to him as far away from Marcy as he could clutching his head and muttering incoherently.

Albus was shocked at how Harry was behaving. He seemed to be afraid of her, why would he be afraid of her?

"Harry? What's wrong?" Albus asked as he crouched nearer to him. He could now hear what he was saying. "He's gonna find out. He always knows." Albus could see he now had tears glistening down his pale cheeks. He reached his hand out to put it on Harry's shoulder in comfort. Harry flinched at the contact and gave a whimper. Albus drew his hand back sharply as he felt a large electric shock spread through his arm, causing his arm to give a small spasm. He knew Harry had a larger amount of accidental magic than the average wizard child, but he had never witnessed it first hand before. "Harry, look at me."

He said in a calm voice waiting for Harry to lift his head.

Why was he here? He thought he was safe. Away from this horrible nightmare of a house.

That was what he last remembered, then why was he suddenly back in his cupboard?

There was an odd buzzing noise that he was hearing though. There was never a buzzing noise in his cupboard before.

Standing up as much as he could in the cramped, dark space he tried to open the door.

Only to find it wouldn't move even a centimeter. Odd. He thought. Usually the door would at least move a little, seeing as the lock didn't prevent ALL its movement.

Sitting back down he tried coming up with a reason to why he would be back here. Maybe it was all a wonderful dream, but I don't have GOOD dreams. . . He thought as he buzzing grew steadily louder, cutting him off from the rest of his thoughts.

Albus was starting to get worried. Harry hadn't moved as of yet. He was slouched against the wall, now with his hands in his lap. "Harry?" He asked cautiously. No movement. Taking a chance, he reached out to shake Harry. Trying to get him out of what ever he was in.

The buzzing was now unbearable, almost like a high pitched whistle only dogs could hear. It was causing a migraine to come on. He was now on his knees, with his hands over his ears, trying to make the noise go away. His mind was screaming, pleading for it to go away.

Albus watched Harry's head roll back against the wall, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Marcy and Albus gave a yell of shock as Harry's body gave an involuntary shake causing the glass in the room to explode as if it were under pressure.

Just as the noise became so loud that he thought he was going to pass out, his world gave a sharp jolt as he felt like he was being sucked through a wind tunnel.

He looked around in confusion. He was back at Grimmauld Place. What was going on?

He looked around again and saw there was glass all over the floor with Professor

Dumbledore crouched next to him and a woman standing just behind his shoulder.

"Harry!" He heard Professor Dumbledore exclaim as he crouched nearer to him.

"What?" He asked in a small voice filled with confusion. His head was pounding making it hard to think straight.

"Are you alright?." Dumbledore sounded like he was concerned, why would he be concerned.

He thought about that question for a moment. Was he alright? "I. . .don't. . .know." He said slowly. "It was. . .odd." He added with an after thought.

"What was odd?"

He started to speak with a shaky voice. "I was. . .b-back in the c-cupboard." Harry said slightly sobbing.

"Oh, Harry. . ." Dumbledore said in a caring and concerned voice. "We're not going to let you go back there ever again. But first I need you to do what Marcy asks, OK?"

Harry looked up into the woman's bright blue eyes. How could someone have such bright eyes when there was so much hurt in the world? Looking back at his hands he gave a hesitant nod.

"Come here Harry." Albus said as he stood, leading Harry to the previously abandoned cot.

Harry watched nervously as Marcy walked towards the cot, a little to close for his liking.

"Harry, I know you may not want to but I have to take pictures for evidence." Marcy said with a sweet voice, taking out a magical camera from inside a bag she had slung around her shoulder.

Harry looked at the camera apprehensively. "P-pictures?" He asked with an unusually high voice.

"Harry, this is a needed step in order to be free of the Dursley's. It will be OK, I'll make sure nothing will go wrong." Albus said

"O-OK" He said with a shaky voice.

"I'll need you to stand up, then, and take off your shirt." She said encouragingly. Harry did so, if only to get it over sooner.

After she had scourgified the bandages she started to flash the camera, every so often telling him to turn around or lift his limbs.

With a grateful sigh, Harry laid back down on the cot and grabbed the blanket to cover himself with. He was finally done. A needed step, is what Professor Dumbledore had said.

As he drifted off into much needed sleep he could hear the whispering voices of Marcy and Albus.

This was edited on November 22, 2009. Wow! Has my writing style ever changed!
~Sev5690. . .I give up on editing...ull find out why in chapter 4. . .