Chapter 2

Mr. H Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whingning

Surrey

He blinked to see that he wasn't going insane. The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellow parchment, and the address was written in emerald green ink.

Then he saw the seal.

It was the seal, like the one in the box where he kept his parents' thing, the seal of the school they went. The school of magic he had been told about by the stranger. The wonderful place where he may do magic, free from the Dursleys.

Harry shove the letter into his pocket, terrified that the Dursleys would find out, he prayed with all his might that they wouldn't notice. Harry slip into the kitchen to make breakfast, as usual.

They did, for he had no luck.

Uncle Vernon took the envelope out of Harry's hand with a swift punch to his shoulder., his face turning a lethal shade of puce. Harry was just as angry with his uncle taking his ticket to the magical world in his fat meaty hands.

"Give me back my letter!" Harry shouted, but he regretted it immediately after a blow landed on his shoulder, Harry bit his tongue and tried to wish for the letter to come to him, it had to work, he had to go to the magical world…

"Go back to your room right now!" Aunt Petunia hissed, her eyes flashing angrily.

"That's my letter!" Harry said firmly, opening his eyes to get a clearer look at the letter, but Uncle Vernon shoved him up the stairs roughly, Harry winced and he fell down the stairs, feeling his arm crack against the stairs. He bit his lip to make sure he didn't scream out in pain, his vision blurred while he was pushed upstairs.

Harry bit his lip in pain until blood came out, he tasted it and tried not to let the tears of pain fall.

HARRY! Aris shouted in his mind. Her voice was frantic, and protective.

Harry climbed back to his room, holding his broken right arm, tears running down his face. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get to Hogwarts, his parents had been there, so it must be a nice place. The stranger had also told him about Hogwarts, it was the only safe place for people like him, people with magic. It was necessary.

Harry, we must leave, they'll kill you like this, they'll murder you into little strips.

Aris cried in his mind, curling around him, her early annoyance at him completely gone as her green eyes stared straight at him.

Aris, I don't need a description of my death. Harry thought hazily, Aris nuzzled against him, and helped him out the house.

Alventine was a clever child, and not entirely human. The child of Hogwarts tasted the humid air with her tongue, wondering where the blood had come from. Her familiar Sinetis curled around her throat and hissed.

§Someone is magical here.§

Alventine nodded, for she had tastet that kind of blood, by accident, and she could distinguish the difference between a muggle's blood and a magical person's blood. It was annoying, but useful. She pulled her jacket around herself a bit more closer. Her part snake heritage meant a lot of things, and she was slightly afraid of the cold. It was just good luck that she didn't hibernate in the winter.

Remus, the DADA Professer in Hogwarts, stopped as his sensitive werewolf sense of detected blood.

"Human blood, why is there human blood here?" He asked the girl, his grey tired eyes scanning the place for any sign of the source. He turned to Alventine, who was still looking at the small park.

"Oh dear Merlin, Alventine, you've got a knack of finding odd stuff." He sighed, but when his grey eyes found the injured boy on the partly red bench he gasped.

It was Harry Potter, the son of his best dead friend.

A/N: My chapters are a bit short, sorry. Any suggestions for the title of this story? I still have no idea. Oh, yes, review!