"She didn't have to be that rough." Now Salem was sitting against a tree in a lush green forest, rubbing his head where he had hit it after being pushed through the portal. "Now then, first thing's first." He took a look down, appreciating that he was wearing the same clothes he had on before she thrust him through. Sometimes the gods would leave him bare, though usually only if he managed to royally piss them off.

Next, after taking stock of himself, he looked around on the ground until finding a pile of his things. A grey wooden staff, runes covering almost every inch, a twelve-inch wand, white as freshly fallen snow with a black grip leather-like grip, a wrist-holster for the wand, also covered in runes, three keys of varying sizes, and a shrunken trunk that no doubt held all his more fragile things like potions. "Ah good, that's one of the parts of their end of the agreement held."

The staff magically went into the inner left inner breast pocket of his jacket, the wand to his wrist-holster on his right wrist, the shrunk trunk to his right front pants pocket and the keys to his inner right breast pocket.

With that he was done. After patting himself down for no other reason than because of habit, he exhaled long and then breathed in deeply with his eyes closed. Slowly black feathers sprouted from his cheeks, spreading to every part of him as he shrunk.

Soon there was a large raven where Salem was standing, stretching its legs and wings as if it hadn't moved in years. After a moment of this it spread its wings wide and took off, heading through the forest at speed.

It was another normal day in the Dursley household. Harry had been woken up by Petunia demanding for him to start breakfast. This had Harry up quickly, as he had learned that if breakfast wasn't on the table by the time Vernon and Dudley got up then he'd get a beating.

Harry actually didn't mind the cooking itself, it was something to do to both wake him up and take his mind off the nightmares. Not to mention he had gotten pretty good, he only got the occasional yelling about him being a 'terrible cook' and 'we don't know why we keep someone as useless as you around' though he was absolutely sure that was just because they wanted to yell at him.

He had just finished piling on the food he had made to everyone's plates, except his own which he was only allowed a very small portion or there would be punishment, when Vernon came down the stairs and into the kitchen, grumbling about needing coffee. Harry had, of course, made the coffee before-hand and handed the mug to Vernon who sneered in his direction before continuing to the table. Harry then put a plate down in front of Vernon, and the two other spaces for Petunia and Dudley. He himself wasn't allowed to sit at the table and ate on the counter away from them. The only time he was to eat at the table was for aunt Marge so she could insult him and his parents.

Another few minutes had Petunia and Dudley eating with Vernon and Harry off to the side listening in. "Took the day off." He heard his uncle say. "That place can't do anything without me, the useless lot of 'em, but I need a vacation." Harry almost groaned out loud but managed to keep it silent. There goes his day lounging about in his cupboard. Vernon would never allow that.

When Petunia was about to comment there was a knock on the front door. "Who the bloody hell could be knocking at a time like this?" With the chair creaking under the sudden loss of the massive weight that was Vernon, he went down the hall to check the door.

"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" The words peaked the curiosity of those in the kitchen but they couldn't hear the person reply, obviously speaking far lower than Vernon.

At the Door was Salem, twirling about a large ravens feather in his left hand. Standing before him was a very large man, something Salem wanted to immediately comment on, but held his tongue. Civilized for now, then the violence would come if he didn't get his way. "Good morning, I apologize for coming so early in the day, but it was the most convenient. I'm here about Harry P-" No more was able to be said as the door was immediately slammed into his face.

Now let it be known that Salem was a very patient man... sometimes. However, to have a door simply slammed into ones face tended to expedite things a bit. With a simple 'How rude' Salem pressed his hand against the wood of the door and pushed.

Shrapnel went everywhere, the farthest reaching being at the foot of the kitchen where Vernon now stood, a violent shade of puce coloring his face. "You freak! How dare you do this, in my home! I'll call the police."

Salem merely walked down the hallway with a smile as the shrapnel vibrated and flew back towards the door as if in reverse. All of them of course went around Salem. Though that had Salem thinking about a new way to use a spell like that. No, bad Salem, don't get distracted.

"That was rude of you mister Dursley. I merely wished to speak to you about your nephew." Once he reached the inside of the kitchen, having backed Vernon up until he hit the table and had nowhere left to go. Behind him and down the hall now stood a perfectly repaired door.

"You'll not be staying in this house a moment longer freak!" Though any further insults or, in fact, any words at all could leave his mouth Salem waved his hand and Vernon could no longer open his mouth.

"Now which of you is Harry Potter."