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Harry stood in his lounge room, his suitcase standing next to him. He clung tightly to the bear that Uncle Moony had given him last night. He didn't quite understand what was happening, all he knew was that he was leaving. Mr Dumbly had said he was sick and needed to go away for a while. Harry didn't know where. All he knew was he didn't want to go, even if his parents didn't want him. He looked around. His parents, his brother, Mr Dumbly, Uncle Padfoot and Uncle Moony were all standing around him. Everyone was quiet, not really knowing what to say. Harry looked up into his mums eyes.

"Mummy, I promise I'll be good. Please don't send me away." He said, tears welling up in his eyes. Lily couldn't stand it anymore and strode over to her son, sobbing. She pulled him into a tight hug.

"Remember that I love you Harry, this is for your own good." She choked out. Harry wrapped his arms around her neck, feeling both ecstatic that his mum was giving him a hug, and also incredibly sad that he was making her cry. Lily let go and began to choke for breath between heaves. She quickly ran out of the room, unable to cope with the idea that she would not see him for sixteen years.

James watched his wife flee the room, but did not follow her.

Sirius came over and knelt next to Harry and pulled him into a hug too. "I know we haven't been as close as I would have liked kiddo, but always remember that you are family to me. Look after yourself and be good." Sirius said, his eyes watering. Harry looked up at him sadly.

"I promise I'll never throw food again. I'll even eat Brussels sprouts. Let me stay?" He whispered. Sirius chuckled sadly and ruffled his hair, unable to speak in case he began to cry. He took a step back and James came up next. James already had tears running down his face, but he refused to wipe them away. The words he had thought he would say when this moment came faded from his mind as he looked at the son he was giving up. Seeing his father so distressed, Harry began to cry harder. He did not make a sound, but tears streamed out his big green eyes. James got on his knees and enveloped Harry into a hug, trying not to think about the fact that he could count the times he had hugged Harry in the last four years on his hands. Harry scrunched his eyes closed and hugged back.

"I love you son. If I had any other choice, I would take it in a heartbeat." James whispered. Harry did not understand what he was talking about, but nodded anyway. James pulled back and leant his forehead onto Harry's and looked him directly in the eyes. "In. A. Heartbeat. We only ever wanted what was best for you kid. Remember that." He said. His red eyes closed for a moment and James stood up. He walked backwards for a couple steps, not being able to tear his eyes away from his youngest child. Harry turned to Remus.

"Can I come stay with you Uncle Moony?" he asked, his voice croaky and strained. Remus walked over to his godson, face splotchy and wet from tears. Harry dropped the bear Remus gave him and lifted his arms up in a silent command. Remus's heart broke as he picked the child up. He hugged him tightly to his chest and he felt Harry bury his face into his neck.

"I wish you could pup, I really do. I'm going to miss you so much. I don't know what I'll do without you around, causing me trouble." Remus said, talking to himself as much as he was talking to Harry. "I would do anything for you child." He whispered, and Harry began to sob loudly once more. They stood there for what seemed like seconds, but in reality it was closer to minutes. Eventually Albus walked over and put his hand on Remus's shoulder. Remus seemed to snap out of his daze, his watery eyes looking at the old wizard. Albus nodded sadly and Remus clenched his eyes shut before placing his godson on the ground.

Harry wiped his eyes in an attempt to stem the tears from falling, but he was failing miserably. He bent over and picked up his bear again, burying his face into it so he wouldn't have to look at those who were leaving him alone. Suddenly he felt a hand on his arm. He looked up to see Todd standing there, crying his eyes out. The boys stood for a moment, and to the adults it seemed as if they were holding an entire conversation that only they could hear. Suddenly in unison they flung their arms open and pulled each other into a bear hug. Both children were sobbing, confused as to why they were so upset. All they knew was that Harry was leaving and they wouldn't see each other for a while.

"Don't go Harry." Todd whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear. Albus's heart clenched, forever damning to hell the evil that was Tom Riddle for causing so much pain to one family. Tears began to stream down his face and into his beard as he leant down, gently prying the boys apart. Everyone was crying, not sure how to react.

"Say goodbye Harry." Dumbledore said quietly to the child. Harry didn't know what to say. He was tempted to tell them that he hated them all for leaving them, and he would never forgive them. He was tempted to start wailing again, breaking everything in the house until they let him stay. In the end, he was so emotionally drained that he could only make out one syllable.

"Bye." He muttered. With that, Albus Dumbledore grabbed Harry's suitcase and activated the portkey in his pocket and the two disappeared from Godrics Hollow.

Remus let out an animalistic scream and punched the wall, his supernatural strength sending cracks up the plaster. He punched again. And again. James appeared next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, before he too let his fist fly at the wall.

Sirius watched as his two best friends released their anger at the situation. He hadn't seen them this furious since Pettigrew escaped from the Aurors. He left the lounge room, grabbed something from the hall and quickly returned. He opened the bottle of firewhiskey in his hand and took four large gulps. The other two turned to him and Sirius offered them the bottle. James snatched it up. It was going to be a long night.

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Harry pulled himself up from the ground where he landed, trying not to be sick. He had only taken a portkey once before, and Harry sincerely did not want to vomit all over his shoes again. He looked around, wiping his face, ridding it of tears. He looked up at Albus, who smiled down at him.

"Remember child, this is just another adventure. You will see your family again, I promise." He stated wisely. Harry nodded at the old man, picking up his bear where he had dropped it, clinging to it tightly. He looked around where he was. They had appeared in the middle of a road in a suburban street. The houses were all large, square and looked exactly alike. It was evening, but the street lamp right next to them was out. Albus pulled a lighter out of his pocket and clicked it on. Harry watched as suddenly the lamp post camp alight, illuminating the house in front of them.

The house was large and square (just like its neighbours) and had a low garden wall in front. Behind that were a series of colourful flowerbeds. The grass was short and there was a path leading up to the door. A shining number four was screwed into the letterbox out front. Albus gently led Harry up to the front door and knocked loudly. There was some banging from inside, followed by some hushed voices. Suddenly the front door was pulled back.

There in the hallway stood a very tall, very thin blonde woman. She had an angular face and a pointed nose. She glared at the two wizards and sniffed as if they were emitting a bad smell.

"Well get in then! I don't want the neighbours to see! In! In! In!" she hissed, ushering Albus and Harry into the lounge room, shutting the front door with a snap. The lounge room was a disgusting decor, with pale green walls and floral furniture. Situated on almost every spare surface of wall and mantle were photos of a chubby young blonde boy. Sitting on the large couch, watching the large screen television in the corner was an incredibly large man. He had a bushy moustache and a red face as if he were holding his breath constantly. He turned and, noticing his guests, he turned the telly off and stood up. The blonde woman came from the door behind Harry and joined the large mans side.

"Is this him then?" The woman asked snootily. Albus smiled.

"Yes Petunia, this is young Harry." He replied, before getting down on one knee in front of Harry, easier than he had any right to considering his age. He put one hand on the boys shoulder.

"This is your Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, Harry. You are going to be staying with them from now on. They have a cousin your age, I'm sure you will make great friends." He said, trying to explain to the child and himself why he was leaving him with these people. Harry blankly nodded at him, still clutching to his bear. Albus smiled one more and stood back up. The large man known as Vernon cleared his throat. Albus turned and faced the man. He reached into his robes and the couple in front of him visibly stiffened. Smiling, the wizard pulled a small brown envelope.

"Here is the sum we agreed on, to be paid quarterly. It should be deposited straight into your bank account from now on. If you have any problems whatsoever, please do not hesitate-"

"Yes yes," Vernon interrupted, "no problem. Now I hate to be rude but if you don't mind, Dudley is sleeping and we wouldn't want to disturb him." Albus's eyes narrowed slightly before nodding. He turned back to Harry, placing his hand on his shoulder one last time. "Remember my boy, just another step in the great adventure. I will see you again." With that, Albus strode out of the house, closing the door behind him. He walked out onto the street and turned to face the house. He smiled.

"You are safe now Harry. See you in sixteen years." He then apparated away, leaving no sign he was ever there.

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Harry looked up at his newly discovered Aunt and Uncle. Vernon looked down on him as if her were something stuck to the bottom of his shoe, while his Aunt turned her nose up. Harry smiled weakly.

"Wanna see my bear?" He asked, holding the bear up above his head. "He can fly!"

Vernon blistered up at those words, his face going even redder (if that was possible). With one quick swoop, he slapped the bear out of Harry's hands, sending the toy soaring across the room where it hit the wall with a dull thud.

"There will be NO TALK of that... freakishness in my house boy, d'you hear?" Vernon shouted. Harry looked between the bear and Vernon, shrinking back from the large angry man.

"You mean magic?" he asked timidly. Petunia shrieked before swiftly slapping Harry across the face. Tears sprung to Harry's eyes and he stared at the floor, not comprehending what just happened. Petunia bent over and brought her face right up to the frightened child.

"You will NEVER talk about THAT BUSINESS in my house, boy, or you will be very sorry." She hissed at him. Harry turned his frightened eyes to her and nodded. The cold woman smirked sourly before marching out of the room. Vernon watched her leave, before turning to Harry.

"Yes, well... We've cleaned out Dudley's second bedroom for you, so you better appreciate it. Follow me." With that, Vernon picked up Harry's suitcase and went upstairs. Harry dragged his feet behind him, stopping momentarily to pick up his forgotten bear. Shoulders slumped and looking thoroughly downtrodden, Harry followed his uncle up to his new bedroom. Vernon opened the door, revealing a very small dark room with one window where moonlight could shine in. There was an old mattress lying in the corner. It had no sheets, just a lumpy pillow and a ratty woollen blanket that made Harry itchy just looking at it. The only other furniture in the room was a large empty wardrobe full of shadows that stood in the corner, and a bright clock radio sitting on the floor. A perfect home for monsters, the wardrobe made him nervous just looking at it. Vernon looked blankly around the room before pushing the child inside.

"Put your things in the wardrobe boy, and be neat about it. My pet likes to keep a clean house, and you will do all you can to keep it that way, understand me?" Vernon grunted. Harry nodded, eyes wide with fear as he stood in the middle of the dark room.

"Now, light switch is here, lights off after nine o'clock. I don't want my power bill to go up because you're scared of the dark." Vernon said condescendingly. "Now go to sleep." With that, Vernon shut the door behind him and could be heard storming down the hall. Harry sniffed, his eyes watering once more. He put his suitcase into the scary wardrobe as fast as he could before bolting to the other side of the room, diving under the blanket. He was right about that too, it was very itchy. Unfortunately for Harry, it was far too cold to go without. With that, Harry wrapped the blanket around his body until the only thing visible was his face. His bear clutched tightly under the covers, Harry lay his head on the pillow.

Tears rushed to his eyes and Harry could not withhold the small sob that came from his mouth. He buried his face into the pillow, dully noting that it smelt like mothballs. His body began to shake as Harry silently cried his little eyes out. Completely exhausted, Harry drifted off into a fitful night's sleep.

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What did you guys think? I know James and Lily seemed rather uncaring in the earlier chapters, but he is their son and they definitely still love him. Just not very good at showing it. :P Sorry if the Dursleys were too predictable :S

I'm about two chapters away from Dominic, so please be patient! I promise i'll upload the next two within the next ten days or so. Bear with me :)

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