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Chapter 11

At Hogwarts children being out of bed after dark was a large violation of the rules and could be punished severely. It was once recorded that in one night four students were found out of bed and lost over two hundred points and won themselves a week's worth of detentions. Of course when two of the children happen to be Fred and George Weasley then anything is possible. During the school year teachers and prefects wondered the halls searching for intruders and students alike.

Of course Harry Potter wasn't a normal child and never paid much attention to rules. Though he wasn't technically attending the school so he could do whatever the hell he wanted. Two days. It had been two days since his world had been turned upside down…again. It had shocked him that he wasn't the only one. He had thought he was alone, but now he had an explanation for the things that had happened to him.

Magic. Magic had caused weird things to happen around him. Magic was the reason his family hated him, and magic was the reason he wasn't truly dead.

The first day in the castle he had spent hiding from everyone, and the second day was spent in the library. He was beyond grateful that he could move small objects still. He would have just died (pardon the pun) without books at the Dursley's. Some of the books in the library were old tomes, and were too big and heavy for him to move. Not to mention the vulture of a lady that always watched him from the corner of her eye. Her stares made him uncomfortable in the extreme and she was stricter looking than Aunt Petunia.

Harry had been approached by ghosts and adults many times, but he found that he just didn't like people looking at him period. Maybe living in a cupboard his whole life had made him shy, but Harry couldn't stand being in a room with too many people. When someone made the move to approach him he fazed through the floor and refused to speak when spoken to.

Hogwarts was huge and he found that the darkness comforted him as he glided through the halls. He had found quite a few hidden passageways earlier and now he was determined to memorize the entire school. Being a ghost helped immensely. Whenever he was lost he could easily go through walls to find a familiar place, but Harry relished the challenge. He had always been stealthy and great at navigating.

As Harry glided down the long halls he thought of what had happened when he first entered the castle.

-Flashback-

They had gone through a fire place and entered a weirdly decorated room with lots of moving portraits upon the walls. He had been frightened of going through the fire at Ms. Figg's house but the ghost woman had said it would be ok. He still clung to her as though his life depended on it and showed no sign of letting go anytime soon.

To others her touch probably felt cold, as if you were plunged in ice cold water, but to him it was a comforting touch that radiated warmth. It was as if a feeling of calm and peace seeped from her into him and Harry welcomed the long lost feeling of another person.

The small man was levitating the brown haired girl to some kind of doctor, and Harry thought this should make him feel at least a little guilt for scaring her but the feelings wouldn't come. He hadn't really done anything and he no longer cared if they punished him in some way. Punishments were always given for a reason and he was sure he'd earned one. Making one hurt themselves would have been punished by his uncle tanning his backside.

The old man had calmed down but anger still shimmered in his blue eyes. He sat behind a large desk with his head in his hands and Harry watched the man for several long moments. The lady had set him down and he had moved to one side of the room ready to bolt if need be.

"Harry?" The shakily asked question pulled him out of his thoughts and his eye darted to meet blue before flickering away. He didn't want to speak to this man or anyone for that matter. He had nothing to say and therefore he decided to stay silent. He stood frozen with a blank look on his face as the man looked him over. "I'm sorry child."

Confusion washed through him. Why is he apologizing to me? Is he upset about breaking the windows, or is it something else? No one had ever said sorry to him before. His eyes met blue once more before the door burst open. Bang! A woman with her hair in a tight bun slammed the door open and it crashed into the wall leaving a small hole.

"Albus I swear Peeves has gone too far this time! Do you kn—" Her words came to a complete halt as she looked around the room. Her eyes traveled to Harry and widened when they saw the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. She rounded on Santa, "ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC-"

Harry made himself fall through the floor and landed in a crouch a level bellow. Shouts echoed from above him and Harry had no desire to stick around. Looking at his surroundings he found himself to be in some dark stone room. The room was filled with old desks and he concluded that this was an old unused classroom.

Moving swiftly he glided through a wall and almost went through a very plump woman. She gave a shriek of surprise that quickly turned into a horrified gasp as she got a good look at him. With a yell of pure frustration and panic he took off once again leaving behind a very shook up Herbology professor. He raced through halls and walls and only stopped when he came across a small closet. Fazing through he only saw a few brooms so he settled down in the bottom of the broom cupboard. He sighed in relief at being in an enclosed space.

Huddled in the dusty closet only one thought came to mind: What have I gotten myself into?

-End Flashback-

Mike Johnson had had a very long day. He had investigated the muggles around the house, but they never turned up. They had all known the small Potter boy and had been told that a relative from his father's side had taken him away. When asked if anything weird had happened at the house they all said that the Dursley's yard used to be extremely well kept. They never heard the screams of a small boy in the night, or they were so used to it that they reported nothing of it.

These people are messed up, he thought as he made his way over to his mother's house for dinner. He was close to his family. He was a muggleborn and his parents had been thrilled when it was discovered that he was a wizard. His older sister had been killed in a car crash when he was younger by a drunk driver and ever since then he had pursued a job in law enforcement.

He apparated to a small forested area behind his parents' house and knocked on the plain white door. They lived in a cookie cutter house and shivered when it reminded him of Privet Drive. Entering the house he got a kiss and a hug from his mother and a pat on the back from his father. Moving into the living room he found his older brother watching football. Kevin was only two years older than him and could be considered wild. He did whatever he wanted when he wanted and refused to be serious. With a nod from him he plopped down to watch the game.

It wasn't until later during dinner that he got the surprise of a lifetime.

"So Mike, how's work been?" his mother asked.

With a sigh he told them of the murdered child at Privet Drive. When he told them of where the murder had occurred his brother had become increasingly stiff and gripped his cup tightly in his right hand. His brother's next words made him freeze in shock, "Was the family's last name Dursley?"

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