DISCLAIMER: yeah I'm still no JK Rowling

WARNINGS: Child abuse, infrequent language.

A/N /Hi readers! Thank you for taking the time to read this. It is my first ever fanfiction and therefore will not be perfect. Just thought I'd clear one thing up, as I've previously mentioned, this is very AU (IM pretty much just borrowing Jo's characters and doing whatever I want with them. In this fanfiction, The Grangers live down the street from Harry which is how they came to save him. Same as their old house, it just got magically teleported to Harry's street to create some plot. Please review if you have an opinion, id rather be flamed than given silent treatment.\\

Early the next day, Harry was woken by an overly excited Hermione, "Harry! Harry, get up! We're going to Diagon Alley!" Harry tried not to jump back from Hermione as he fell out of his bed.

"Morning, Hermione," Harry said, unaware that in falling, his shirt had slipped up a little and the word 'FREAK' was sitting on his back, surrounded by several white scars and long thin, red stripes along just his lower back. Hermione gasped as she looked at harry in utter shock and terror. Quickly, Harry pulled his shirt down and stood up, hoping Hermione would just forget it if he said he was fine.

"H-Harry?" Hermione stuttered, as she stood, frozen a few metres from where Harry stood, "W-What is that?" she asked. Harr didn't know what to say. Don't tell her. You deserve everything you got. You should be thanking Uncle Vernon for trying to beat the freakiness out of you. Harry, realising he had taken too long to answer just said, "It's nothing, Hermione. I'm fine. Now, let's go!" He exclaimed, trying to take Hermione's thought off of him, "Off to Diagon Alley!"

Hermione wasn't going to drop it that easily, Harry was most definitely not fine. But she decided to let Harry have some fun, and later, she'd talk to Mrs Weasley. Harry and Hermione almost skipped downstairs to a pile of pancakes. Harry could not believe his eyes. He had never had pancakes before, he had cooked them for Dudley on birthdays but harry was excited to finally taste them for the first time. The first flavour to unfold on Harry's tongue, as he took a bite, was the sweetness, followed by the delicate buttery of the pancake itself. The coolness of the syrup and heat of the pancake complemented one another perfectly and only served to bring out the subtle flavour of the pancake itself. Harry scooped another bite to replace the one which was quickly dissolving in his mouth, and then another. Before Harry knew it, all that remained on his plate were dribbles of syrup. After the last of the pancakes had been eaten, they went on their way to The burrow (Mrs. Weasleys house) so they could pick up her children and use what she called 'floo' to get to Diagon alley. Harry didn't bother to question Mrs Weasley as to what exactly 'floo' was.

The kitchen was small and rather cramped. There was a scrubbed wooden table and chairs in the middle, and Harry sat down on the edge of his seat, looking around. He had never been in a wizard house before. The clock on the wall opposite him had only one hand and no numbers at all. Harry looked at it, unsure of what to think of it as Mrs Weasley and 5 ginger haired children came into the room.

"Harry, Hermione, This is Ginny, Ron, Fred and George," Mrs Weasley said gesturing to the children standing in the doorway.

The youngest boy, Ron, looked up at them shocked, "Are you really Harry Potter? I mean… Do you have the…?" Stammered Ron nervously as he pointed at harry's forehead. Harry was unsure what he meant. Then he remembered the lightning bolt scar he had gotten in the car crash that killed his parents. Harry pulled up his fringe. Confused, harry asked, "How did you know about it?". Mrs Weasley, Remembering Harry had no knowledge of his past said, "Harry, you may not understand it, but you are famous among the wizarding world,"

"But, why?" Harry asked, "Why am I famous, I didn't even know I was a wizard until you came and told me!" Harry finished a puzzled expression across his face.

"I'll explain it to you a little later, dear." Said Mrs Weasley. Once that conversation had closed, the two Weasley's older than Ron stood up.

"Pleased to meet you," Said one twin.

"We are Gred," Said the other,

"And Forge," Finished the first twin. They held out their hands and in turn, Harry shook Gred's and Forge's hand. "It's nice to meet you Gred and Forge," Harry said politely. He heard snickers from around the table, he looked up and asked them what was so funny. The older boy, Percy, was the only Weasley who was not laughing.

"Their names are Fred and George," He stated, rolling his eyes at the twins. This caused more laughter. After 5 minutes silence rang out through the house. That silence was broken when Mrs Weasley stood up, "Okay, Children. It's time to go to Diagon Alley." Mrs Weasley announced as Percy stood and grabbed a glittery powder before throwing it in their fireplace and clearly saying "Diagon Alley!" All that was left was the remnants of a green fire dying down. Harry and Hermione stood in awe. Next, came the twins, they went together, both yelling the same words that Percy had, and like Percy, they disappeared, leaving the burrow behind. Mrs Granger ushered Hermione and Harry toward the fire, "Harry and Hermione you can go together with Ron through the floo, seeing as this is your first time, and you don't want to mispronounce and end up in the wrong place." Harry, Hermione and Ron stepped into the fireplace as Ron grabbed more of the powder. Harry noticed he wasn't the only one shaking slightly in fear, to his left Hermione stood, her knees trembling. Soon they were at their destination, Harry felt very dizzy and like he wanted to throw up. Harry looked to his left again to see Hermione, her face had a slight greenish tinge to it and she too looked like she was ready to give back those delicious breakfast pancakes. After a few minutes, harry's stomach stopped doing somersaults as Mrs Weasley and Ginny popped through the chimney. Harry looked around. There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon… Harry could not believe his eyes. After a long day in Diagon alley, people stopping him every so often giving him an eager handshake and greeting, some going so far as asking for an autograph, The Weasley's, Harry and Hermione went back to The Burrow.