OWNED

J K Rowling owns all the rights to the books and the amazing characters she created. I write only to satisfy my imagination and use my creativity and make no money from my writings. 11/7/14

Chapter 1 – The Slave

He was a slave pure and simple. Always had been always would be. The Dursleys, his only living relatives whose "care" he had been placed in when he became an orphan, were the first to teach him this lesson. They made sure he knew his place and that his life was not his own and would consist of nothing but work, pain, mental, emotional and physical abuse and one of total hopelessness. There would never be love for the likes of him as he was a FREAK and a FREAK deserved nothing but the type of life and treatment that the Dursleys, the noble, generous, powerful and normal people gave him. He was nothing but an abomination and by rights he shouldn't have been born let alone allowed to live especially after his own worthless, degenerate parents had died trying to get away from him.

Then he found out he was a wizard and had hope for a few hours until he started finding out things. It wouldn't be until he actually arrived at Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor and not allowed to have any friends at all except the $#*#&&#&#&* Weasleys that he realized he had gone from the proverbial frying pan into the fire.

Another "friend" was acquired for him because Ron the #*&#*$&#*#&&# Weasley was doing too good a job sabotaging Harry's learning and they were in danger of flunking. This "friend" was a psycho in Harry's untrained opinion. Socially inept, bossy beyond belief, opinionated, bigoted and egotistical it would have been funny except for the fact that Harry was stuck with her and couldn't get away from her clutches, her domination, control and her constant tattling to her master Dumbledore.

Ah yes…Dumbledore. Harry wouldn't have been surprised if Niccolo Machiavelli had looked into the future to write his famous book The Prince and used Albus Dumbledore instead of Cesare Borgia for his inspiration. Harry had only heard about the book but from what he knew about it, Dumbledore was a perfect example of ruthless ambition, control, manipulation and using people for his own ends. Dumbledore was known as the Leader of the Light, savior of this and that, protector of Muggleborns and orphans, but most did not know the real Dumbledore, at least not like Harry Potter did.

Oh yes, Harry Potter knew all about Dumbledore and some of his many plans for the likes of him. There wasn't anything Harry could do to escape or prevent Dumbledore for using him like a pawn on a chessboard, nothing at all. Cesare Borgia might have had ambition, cunning, ruthlessness and power but he had nothing on Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore had much more of it than Cesare and he was definitely more unscrupulous. Best of all most people didn't suspect or have any reason not to believe that Dumbledore wasn't everything he claimed to be. He also had something Cesare Borgia did not have – MAGIC.

Dumbledore used MAGIC to control his minions, keep up his grandfatherly persona, to show a false face to the world and to enslave many. With Magic you could cast spells, hexes, curses, charms which totally controlled a person's mind and actions. You could make people believe certain things like the neighbors of Privet Drive, the police and school officials who believed and accepted without question everything the Dursleys told them about their delinquent nephew despite the evidence their eyes showed them.

Magic could be used to hex everything Harry owned from the raggedy clothes and underwear he inherited from Dudley and had to wear to his eyeglasses and even his wand. Harry had found out about this over the years but there was nothing he could do about it as the Magic was too strong and was constantly being reinforced. A few times Harry had found out about certain things but he and those who had told him and tried to help or at least answer questions Harry asked, like Neville Longbottom…well they were both obliviated of the knowledge and spelled not to ask in Harry's case and not to offer and/or answer in Neville's.

Harry only knew because he was told by his friend "the Voice" after he was away from Hogwarts. The Voice could not be obliviated. It had always helped Harry survive before Hogwarts, had been forced to hide and mourned when it witnessed the "sins" being committed against Harry during the school year. Once they were back at Privet Drive, the Voice came back and briefed Harry on what had really happened during the year.

She had the boy write it all down and hide it in his room. He made the boy write it in the secret language Harry knew and others didn't, so anyone seeing it, like his Aunt Petunia or Cousin Dudley, would think the squiggly lines were doodles. Harry wrote it on the blank pages found in the books Dudley abandoned in his second bedroom, otherwise known as Harry's prison. Petunia might not throw them out thinking that her Dudders had been doing "artwork" and would probably lovingly save the papers.

Dumbledore had done something different this time. Harry's third year just ended and he had met, found out the truth and even saved and helped his godfather Sirius Black escape but Dumbledore had not obliviated him of the memory. "That's because he wants something" the Voice told him. "You don't know the real story of Sirius Black but I will tell you. You definitely won't like what you hear but you have to know so you can attempt to fight whatever plan Dumbles has for using Sirius Black.

Harry didn't like what the Voice told him but then he usually didn't. The Voice always told him the truth and the truth of his life was even worse than being beaten by his Uncle Vernon if only because it lasted much longer. His magic cured the pain and scars of the beatings and abuse whereas the truth was seared onto his soul.

As he normally did after the Voice told him what had happened at Hogwarts during the year, he asked why she never contacted him when he was at Hogwarts. "I know you are there because you witness and remember everything and I know you tell me every year when I return because of the obliviations but I need to know, so please tell me why and why you won't tell me your name or let me give you one."

Harry could feel the Voice smiling and also felt her warmth. He had always hoped that this gentle, comforting voice was…his Mother…or at least her ghost who was watching over him and giving him reassurance and the strength to go on and survive his horrible life. But the Voice wasn't his Mum as "she was dead before her time and due to circumstances which she could not explain to Harry, Lily Lilac Evans had never really existed or at least lived as a unique entity.

The Voice couldn't have a name because Dumbledore would notice and search to see what was giving Harry Potter encouragement, help and in some ways…love. It wasn't in Dumbledore's plans for the boy to receive love or at least real love and if he had any inkling whatsoever that a "guardian angel" was trying to comfort and help HIS POSSESSION, well he would immediately put a stop to it and the Voice would be gone forever.

The summer was the only time the Voice and Harry had to spend together since he had gone to Hogwarts so they had to make the most of it. Each year at Hogwarts Harry had been "tested" and some things, including some of the treatment he received at the hands of his fellow students and even the teachers were just as bad as what the Dursleys did except there were more people doing it to Harry. At least he got to eat when at Hogwarts whereas once he was back at the Dursleys it was again starvation and overwork by an impossible amount of chores being assigned to him so he could "earn his keep" and repay back some of what he owed to the Dursleys for taking him in, raising him, allowing him to attend primary school (even though it was a law of the land that he attend), feeding him (even though it was the scraps from their table and only if he "earned" them) and give him the honor of wearing the cast off, over-sized, stained, ragged clothing of their precious son Dudley.

They even allowed him to have the use of Dudley's second bedroom since he got his Hogwarts letter just in case the other Freaks decided to check up on him but he was not to touch any of the broken toys and unread books Dudley threw in the room as it was still his stuff and therefore almost sacrosanct. Also he only got leftovers – if there were any left – and to get that pittance he had to complete all chores assigned to him and do it to the satisfaction of his Aunt and Uncle. Since that rarely happened he had to resort to dumpster diving to supplement the starvation rations but that only happened when he was allowed out of the house.

Mostly the Voice gave him emotional support and the closest thing to love and friendship Harry had ever known. The Dursleys never allowed Harry to have a friend due to Dumbledore's orders. Hagrid wasn't really a friend because he was just a pawn who absolutely worshipped Dumbledore, wouldn't hear a word against him even if he knew the "great man" did something illegal or unethical and obeyed him without question. If Dumbledore told Hagrid to harm or kill someone, even if it was Harry, poor Hagrid would do it - crying as he obeyed orders, but do it nonetheless.

Hedwig was his beloved familiar but even she had been spelled by Dumbledore. For instance she couldn't deliver a letter to anybody except those allowed by Dumbledore. Thus Harry couldn't do any owl order shopping, contact Gringotts, the press or any fellow students. She could only deliver mail to Hermione, the Weasleys (and only at the Burrow) or to Dumbledore. Naturally because of the mail redirect Dumbledore had placed on Harry on November 2, 1981, only he, Hogwarts, Hermione or a Weasley could send mail to Harry.

Harry Potter was owned solely by Albus Dumbledore and unlike his most famous ancestor there was no way he could fight against it because he had been spelled, cursed, charmed and potioned by Dumbledore and had much of his magic blocked. He would never be allowed to learn any type of magic that could save him from Dumbledore's manipulations but at least in that he would be not alone.

Ever since he became Headmaster Dumbledore had done away with 2/3 of the courses which had always been offered at Hogwarts. Nobody born in Britain after 1960 would ever be able to surpass Albus Dumbledore unless they had private lessons outside of Britain. Then if they returned to Britain and did certain Magic they could be arrested or worse as Dumbledore had caused much powerful magic or even possessing the knowledge of it to be declared dark and anyone who learned it or was powerful enough to use it would be declared a dark and evil wizard.

Harry was stuck but the Voice was helping him as best she could. On the "day it all changed" Harry's list of chores included weeding the garden, mowing the lawns, trimming the bushes and most particularly the rose bushes – without the use of gloves as FREAKS didn't deserve protection of any kind – and putting down some expensive fertilizer on all of the plants and bushes. It was the hottest day of the summer so naturally he had to work in the heat, get sunburned and dehydrated as he wasn't allowed any lunch or cool drinks or allowed to drink out of the hose because HE DIDN'T DESERVE TO.

Naturally he wasn't going to finish it by the 4 p.m. deadline when he had to wash off his filthy, disgusting body of the dirt, sweat and fertilizer, change his revolting rags and start cooking the massive dinner for his relatives none of which he would get because he wouldn't have finished the landscape work or did it to his Aunt's exacting standards.

He had just finished the mowing and was cleaning the mower when a small and very excitable snake crawled up to him.

"Speaker Harry must leave with this humble snake NOW" the creature told him.

"Ask it why" the Voice ordered.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"This snake knows only that the Speaker must flee, leave this den of pain and suffering and follow me passed the wards where you will be rescued. It will be your only chance" it said in what passed for being out of breath for a snake.

"But why? If I leave my Uncle will kill me for not getting my chores finished and…."

"This snake knows only what he is told and he is told to say one word as someone will know its meaning and its danger."

"Okay, what's the word?"

"Resurrection."

"Harry leave NOW" the Voice frantically ordered.

"But I'll get in trouble if…."

"JUST DO IT AND QUICKLY" the Voice said frantically.

She had never ordered or raised her voice so Harry knew it had to be important. He glanced around to see if anyone was watching and then remembered that Petunia had gone to visit Mrs. No. 5 for tea and gossip after she told him to clean up and start dinner. So he followed the snake out of the yard and once they cleared the block the snake told Harry to pick it up and run as fast as he could to the park and pass it. Ten minutes later they reached the boundary of the wards. The snake told Harry to pick up a rock with a dab of red paint on it and to say "Sanctuary" and when he did he felt a tug around his navel and the next thing he knew he had disappeared from the area.

Exactly five minutes after Harry and the snake disappeared a large raven flew over No. 4 Privet Drive and when it was directly over the house it let lose a strange object then quickly flew away as fast as it could before the object hit the roof. An explosion rocked the entire neighborhood as No. 4 burst into flames. For some unexplained reason the local fire department had been alerted that a fire had started and was out of control and the trucks arrived moments after the explosion. It was a good thing they did as the fire spread quickly and was so hot the grass on the front lawns withered before bursting into flames.

The surrounding houses were quickly evacuated and other trucks were called to douse the flames. It had been so bad that all that remained of No. 4 Privet Drive was ashes and the two houses next to it had also caught fire but not as bad as No. 4. With the exception of smoke and heat exposure no one was severely hurt until Mrs. No. 5 finally remembered to ask Petunia "Wasn't your nephew still in the house?"

Around the same time the fire raged several twinkling, whirling objects in an office in the north of Scotland exploded. All of them were destroyed and some even melted into a molten puddle. The owner of the office and his majestic, magical bird were both away so it would be several hours before Albus Dumbledore came back to his office, saw the damage and immediately called out for his phoenix. Fawkes, who had been out hunting and exercising appeared and whisked his master to Privet Drive.

Much to the Greatest Wizard since Merlin's complete shock then anger, the impossible had happened. Harry Potter was finally free. He had had to die to do it but as Dumbledore liked to say to those who he had sent to certain death over the years "Some things are worth dying for" and for Harry Potter it was gaining his freedom. To the world and most importantly to Dumbledore, Harry was dead, beyond pain and the iron, unbreakable control of his master.