Title: Just 1 little Change...
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not a single one! ::Sobs::
A/N Ok, this chapter should hopefully be more interesting and longer. :)
Chapter 2
"Harry!" Mrs. Dursley shouted, "You had better wake up and make us breakfast NOW!" Little 6 yr old Harry moaned and slowly got up. He put on his baggy clothes and tried to flatten his very unruly hair. Sighing he looked in the mirror. He had big, deep green eyes, but unfortunately they were covered by big glasses. He had jet-black hair, messy and rather long, but this seemed to make him even cuter, framing his face with his big eyes. Then there was the scar. Harry half liked, half disliked his scar. Mrs. Bradshaw told him many times how she found him and saw the bleeding scar. Harry's daydreaming though was cut short by a yell from Mr. Dursley to "hurry up, Dudley was hungry!" Sighing Harry walked into the kitchen only to find presents everywhere. "How dare you be late making breakfast on Dudley's Birthday!" Mr. Dursley yelled, "We keep you here all by the kindness of our hearts and this is how you repay us?!" Harry muttered something and quickly went into the kitchen where he got breakfast.
The Dursleys meanwhile sat at the table eating some fruit and occasionally calling to Harry to hurry up. Dudley sat there, utterly bored. Then all the sudden he got an idea. He smiled in pure delight and walked slowly into the kitchen.
Although Harry was only 6 he was already able to make eggs, toast, and pancakes. He stood on a stool by the stove and cooked. Harry was very careful when making food on the stove because he knew from experience how much it hurt to get burned. Carefully he made the eggs and then some toast. He put it all on a platter and got some cereal and butter ready. Harry, although only 6 acted very mature for his age. He never played with anything or even talked much. He was a quiet boy who had no one to talk to. He had a lot of time to think and did this often, as there was nothing else he could to besides give up in despair. The only time he ever had fun was either in his cupboard making up stories or games to play with himself or at Mrs. Bradshaw's house. He loved her house. There he could do whatever he wanted and was never yelled at or hit whenever he asked questions. Thinking of Mrs. Bradley's house, Harry slowly put all the food on the platter and struggling greatly with the heavy platter slowly made his way to the living room. Since he was holding such a big tray and thinking about Mrs. Bradshaw, Harry didn't see Dudley sneak up and stick out his foot.
Harry tripped over Dudley's leg but managed to keep his balance. His food though did not. Everything Harry had made fell to the floor and broke. There was food and plates everywhere. Harry slowly turned to Dudley, furious. He walked up to him and aimed a punch at the fat kid. Dudley though momentarily caught off guard easily ducked the wild punch and pushed little Harry to the ground. Harry, knowing Dudley was going to pin him to the ground rolled over quickly. Suddenly Harry Screamed in pain. When he rolled over he rolled on some pieces of broken plates. The plates cut his arms and legs up pretty bad and Harry had many deep bleeding cuts. Harry's temper flared up worse then it had ever been. He looked at Dudley hatefully, but before he could do anything Dudley suddenly was thrown onto some broken plates as well. Dudley screamed horribly and stared moaning and crying awfully. Harry stood there, totally astonished. He didn't understand, one moment Dudley had been standing there, the next moment he was laying on broken plates. But that was not what mattered right now; the only immediate problem was Dudley. His parents would obviously come running, what should he do? Harry looked around wildly, but to late. Mr. Dursley took one look at Dudley on the ground and slapped Harry hard on the face. Harry gasped and reeled, almost falling over. Mrs. Dursley rushed over to Dudley and immediately started fussing over him.
After about an hour of crying, Dudley managed to tell what happened to him with a smirk on his face. "Mom, I was hungry so I decided to come and see what had happened to Harry, he was bringing in the trays and tripped on the carpet and dropped all the food and fell onto the broken glass" here Dudley started fake crying again. "Then he turned around and...Well stared at me." Here Dudley looked truly confused, he slowly went on, as if trying to remember what had happened. "Then I just flew across the room and landed on the broken plates." He ended hesitantly as if he thought his parents would think he was crazy, but when he looked up he saw his mom and dad staring at Harry. Mrs. Dursleys face was white and pinched, but Mr. Dursleys was dark purple and very angry. Suddenly with all his might Mr. Dursley punched the little 6yr old in the face. Harry fell backwards and heard his head hit the corner of the wall with a horrifying crack. The Dursleys crouched over him, Mrs. Dursley saying something about a broken head, Mr. Dursley saying something about... Harry never found out what he said, his thoughts were pushed out by black fog. Harry Potter slowly fell into darkness...
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Harry Potter woke up in his cupboard, feeling very odd. He couldn't remember what had happened to him. He sat there, trying to remember, but couldn't remember 1 single thing. Then Harry looked at his hands and arms. There was dried blood all over them, obviously from big scratches that brought it all back. Harry falling, Dudley flying across the room, Mr. Dursley hitting him, knocking his head. His head! Harry could feel it now, there was an awful throbbing pain in his head. Harry groaned and slowly walked to the little cracked mirror on his wall. What he saw there was enough to make anyone scream. Harry's face had dried blood all over it, obviously from the big gash he had on the top of his head. Harry gasped; he was surprised he didn't die! There was so much blood that is was obvious to anyone that he didn't have much blood left. And all the Dursleys did was put him in the cupboard and see if he would die! Suddenly his temper flew up for the second time; The Dursleys had no right to do this to him! He had to get away, or he still might die. The Dursleys had obviously not thought he would come too so soon, if at all, because his cupboard door was not locked. Harry slowly opened the door and thankfully saw it was nighttime. Harry didn't know how long he had been knocked out, at least 4 hours, he thought, looking at a clock, maybe even a whole day had gone by.
Harry quietly opened the front door and crept outside. There Harry stood, not sure of what to do. He knew Mrs. Bradshaw would take care of him, at least for a day, but he was not sure how to get to her house. Every time he went, it was from old Mrs. Fig's house. Harry decided he would not be able to get to Mrs. Bradshaw's house, even if he did remember the way, he was not sure he could walk that far, he was still feeling fuzzy and was afraid he might faint again. Then he thought of someone else, Mrs. Fig. She could help him. She knew Harry well and her house was not very far away. Harry almost smiled in glee and slowly started walking, as not to tire himself. After about 10 minutes Harry was gasping for breath and trying not to pass out again. The cut on his head had split open and Harry couldn't staunch the blood. The only thing that kept him going was the fact that Mrs. Figg's house was very close. He walked very slowly up the steps and rang the doorbell, then collapsed on the steps and almost fainted again, but managed to keep partly awake. He heard Mrs. Figg gasp and then felt her pick him up. Harry smiled and fell again into darkness.
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Mrs. Figg woke up to the sound of the doorbell ringing. "I wonder who that could be?" she muttered while getting on a robe and sleepily going downstairs. When she opened the door she at first didn't see anyone there, then she noticed someone on the floor. She gasped horrified, the person lying there was covered with blood and seemed to be pretty young. She looked closer and almost screamed, it was Harry Potter! Mrs. Figg was horrified, Harry Potter almost dead, what could this mean, she immediately jumped to conclusions, death eaters or you-know-who. She gasped and picked Harry up, who smiled and fell fainted. She preformed some basic healing charms, but couldn't do much else for the boy. Without a second thought she walked over to the fireplace, scattered some powder into it and called "Dumbledore, emergency!" Immediately Dumbledore appeared in the fire, brushing off the soot and turning to Mrs. Figg, "you called?" He asked. Mrs. Figg didn't waist a moment she brought him over to the little boy and pointed, she said only 1 word, "Harry Potter." Dumbledore gasped and started muttering all sorts of spells immediately. Mrs. Figg watched, amazed. The spells Dumbledore was using must be amazingly complex and strong because right before her eyes Harry's cuts diminished, color returned in his face and the dried blood disappeared. Even Dumbledore looked amazed. "Wow", he murmured, "This boy must be very strong, he is getting better faster then most patients I have had twice his age!" Then he muttered one more spell, this one obviously VERY complex because Dumbledore started to look a little worn and white. After about 10 minutes he stopped, satisfied and collapsed into the couch. "Well, he said, "That took a lot out of me, making blood is a hard thing to do." He said mildly. Mrs. Figg smiled but then said, "Dumbledore, is he going to be ok now?" Dumbledore looked thoughtful then smiled, "Yes, I believe he will be ok now, but to be sure we must hear how this happened to him." He said kindly. Mrs. Figg smiled and said slowly, "yes, ok I will wake him up, but surely he will be nervous seeing you standing there?" Dumbledore smiled again and said, "Yes, I suppose that is true, I will not be seen though." And with those words he disappeared. Mrs. Figg gasped, she had never heard of someone able to make themselves invisible without a cloak or a potion. "Ok, I will wake him up now ok?" She said looking around a little, trying to see where he was. "Yes, ok." She heard somewhere on the right of her. She picked up her wand and muttered "regutio"
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Harry stirred and looked around. Seeing Mrs. Figg he smiled. Then sat up slowly and felt his head. He gasped, there was nothing there! No blood, no scratch, no pain! He looked at Mrs. Figg, baffled and then walked to a mirror. Slowly he looked in the mirror, then at his hands and arms. He sat there, amazed. He was perfectly fine, he couldn't even find a scar. He checked in the mirror one more time, yes at least he still had his lightning scar. He turned to Mrs. Figg very confused. "Mrs. Figg, I was, er, scratched up when I came here wasn't I?" Harry asked Mrs. Figg sheepishly. Mrs. Figg smiled "Yes Harry, you most certainly were, you were so scratched up you were almost dead." Harry looked very confused now. "Then why don't I have any scratches or loss of blood or anything?" The little boy asked. Mrs. Figg seemed thoughtful, as though she didn't know how to answer the kid. "Well, er, I have a er friend I know who is an amazing doctor and they fixed you." She ended lamely, hoping the kid would by it.
"Oh," the little kid said, obviously not the least bit suspicious, "Ok, then can you drive me to Mrs. Bradshaw's house, I have to live there now." He said matter-of-factly. Mrs. Figg suppressed a smile. "Harry, why do you have to live there instead of your Aunt and Uncle's house?" Mrs. Figg asked seriously. Harry's answer greatly surprised her. "Well, I thought that they would be mad at me for running away and not staying where I was." "Harry, you were almost dead when you got here, why wouldn't they let you go?" Harry answered surprised, "well I don't know really, after I got knocked out they just stuck me in my cupboard and I am never allowed to go anywhere when I am hurt." Mrs. Figg looked very worried now, "Harry, she said, "What do you mean, your cupboard?" Now Harry looked totally surprised "why you know, my cupboard, I sleep there and go to time out there and go there whenever I am hurt to get better." "Harry why do you go there when you are hurt, does that happen a lot?" Harry was totally surprised now, did the women not know anything, everyone's parents hit them when they were mad and lived in cupboards unless they were the favorite, didn't they? Harry decided that Mrs. Figg was to old to know these things and that he should explain nicely why he got hurt. "Well, you see Mrs. Figg," Harry explained in a nice voice so she would understand, "If you aren't the favorite kid then you live in a cupboard and aren't treated as nice." "Also if you do anything bad to the Dudley then you are hit and hurt. The only other way you get hurt by the grown-ups is if you be a nuisance." At this Harry patted Mrs. Figg on the shoulder because she looked very surprised and unhappy. "When you are hurt then you have to go to your cupboard and wait there until you are all better." Harry finished and hopped on Mrs. Figg's lap. Mrs. Figg sat there horrified for a moment, then seemed to snap out of it and asked Harry how he got all the scraps and scratches on his arms and head. Harry suddenly looked very scared and hung his head. Slowly he muttered, "I can't tell you, I will get in trouble."
Mrs. Figg turned him around in her lap and looked strait at him and said in a clear voice, "Harry, you will not get in any trouble for telling me what happened, I promise you." Harry nodded slowly and started "well I was making breakfast, bacon, eggs, and toast when..." Here Mrs. Figg interrupted him, "I'm sorry Harry, but I have to ask you something, do you always make breakfast?" Harry looked very surprised about how little Mrs. Figg knew, "Yes, although not always the same food." Mrs. Figg looked a little pale, but told Harry to go on. So Harry told her the whole story, Dudley tripping him, the glass, Dudley flying across the room, ect. Mrs. Figg occasionally interrupting him to ask him a question now and then. Finally the interview was over. Mrs. Figg looked very worried and angry. Then Harry started to walk out the door. Mrs. Figg pulled him back, wait a second Harry, where are you going? Harry looked a little surprised and said "Oh, I am going to live with Mrs. Bradshaw now. She is nice and I don't want The Dursleys to come, and anyway, I don't really like your house, it smells like cats!" At this last statement Harry made a face and tried to walk out again. Mrs. Figg laughed out loud and grabbed Harry and started tickling him saying "Oh no you don't Harry, even if my house does smell like cats, you cant go to Mrs. Bradshaw's house yet, she is still sleeping." Harry screamed and laughed, trying to he away finally between laughs he managed to say "ok...ok..., you, win, I will stay here... today!" Mrs. Figg stopped tickling the still laughing boy and set him down again. "That's better Harry, now why don't you go into this room and lie down on that bed and go to sleep, I promise I will take you to Mrs. Bradshaw's house tomorrow." Harry smiled happily and ran and jumped into bed, feeling very tired and happy. Tomorrow will probably be the best day of my life!" Harry thought sleepily.
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When Harry was out of the room Dumbeldore immediately turned visible again. He looked very grave and had no twinkle in his eye now. He turned to Mrs. Figg slowly and said, "Well I certainly never expected this, Harry being abused by his very own relatives and right under our noses too!" Suddenly power seemed to surround him and he said, "Here we were putting all these protection wards around the Dursleys house and the thing Harry needed protecting from was the Dursleys themselves." Mrs. Figg said in a shocked voice "I just cant believe that Harry has been abused for this long and neither me nor Mrs. Bradshaw even knew about it!" "How could Harry not tell anyone?!" Dumbledore looked thoughtful then said slowly, "well it kind of makes sense, Harry had been told all his life to never ask questions and was under the impression that everyone was treated like this. He seems like a good kid and just never talked about living with the Dursleys much I guess." Mrs. Figg said suddenly, "But who is he going to live with? Should we find someone muggle to adopt him, or take him into the wizarding world?" Again Dumbledore looked thoughtful, "well", he hesitantly replied, "I believe that depends. If he knows someone else here he knows and likes then I suppose he could stay with them, but the question is, would they be willing to adopt him? If he doesn't know anyone else that would then I guess he should to the wizarding world, although god knows how we will find someone good to adopt him, everyone would want the famous Harry Potter." Mrs. Figg suddenly smiled, "I know just the person! Do you remember the Mrs. Bradshaw Harry wanted to live with, well she is an elderly muggle who absolutely adores Harry. I'm sure Harry would love to live with her and she would almost certainly take him." Dumbledore smiled and said, "ok then we will take Harry there tomorrow and settle him in as well as put up safety wards around her house..."
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A/N Ok, I thought this was a good chapter, did you? At least it was longer! And I'm sorry if Harry seemed to smart for his age, I had to make him smart. Thank you sooooooooo much to those of you who reviewed, I REALLY do love them! Those of you, who read this and DON'T review, PLEASE DO!!!!! I am starting to get discouraged, I have 8 reviews right now for 2 chapters! That is only 4 reviews per chapter! That is not that much. You writers know what I mean. I am going to thank my reviewers every few chapters and answer their questions until I get too many. Right now though, that is not a problem.
MIDNIGHTDRAGON: thanks for the review, I'm glad you liked it and yes I know it was short, this one's longer though! Oh and will you please put up another chapter on your story soon?!;-)
TATRAMEGAMI: Thank you! Thank you soooo much for telling me what you think about 1st year opposed to all the years. I really LOVE your reviews, they are sooo long! And I hope you are happy now, Harry is going to live with Mrs. Bradshaw, yes!
THE FROG: Thank you for all the corrections, I know I am not the best at dialogue, I really need some work. I tried to make this one better grammar-wise, is it? And I know Figg was spelled Fig at the end, my Computer kept automatically changing it, it should be fixed now!
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Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not a single one! ::Sobs::
A/N Ok, this chapter should hopefully be more interesting and longer. :)
Chapter 2
"Harry!" Mrs. Dursley shouted, "You had better wake up and make us breakfast NOW!" Little 6 yr old Harry moaned and slowly got up. He put on his baggy clothes and tried to flatten his very unruly hair. Sighing he looked in the mirror. He had big, deep green eyes, but unfortunately they were covered by big glasses. He had jet-black hair, messy and rather long, but this seemed to make him even cuter, framing his face with his big eyes. Then there was the scar. Harry half liked, half disliked his scar. Mrs. Bradshaw told him many times how she found him and saw the bleeding scar. Harry's daydreaming though was cut short by a yell from Mr. Dursley to "hurry up, Dudley was hungry!" Sighing Harry walked into the kitchen only to find presents everywhere. "How dare you be late making breakfast on Dudley's Birthday!" Mr. Dursley yelled, "We keep you here all by the kindness of our hearts and this is how you repay us?!" Harry muttered something and quickly went into the kitchen where he got breakfast.
The Dursleys meanwhile sat at the table eating some fruit and occasionally calling to Harry to hurry up. Dudley sat there, utterly bored. Then all the sudden he got an idea. He smiled in pure delight and walked slowly into the kitchen.
Although Harry was only 6 he was already able to make eggs, toast, and pancakes. He stood on a stool by the stove and cooked. Harry was very careful when making food on the stove because he knew from experience how much it hurt to get burned. Carefully he made the eggs and then some toast. He put it all on a platter and got some cereal and butter ready. Harry, although only 6 acted very mature for his age. He never played with anything or even talked much. He was a quiet boy who had no one to talk to. He had a lot of time to think and did this often, as there was nothing else he could to besides give up in despair. The only time he ever had fun was either in his cupboard making up stories or games to play with himself or at Mrs. Bradshaw's house. He loved her house. There he could do whatever he wanted and was never yelled at or hit whenever he asked questions. Thinking of Mrs. Bradley's house, Harry slowly put all the food on the platter and struggling greatly with the heavy platter slowly made his way to the living room. Since he was holding such a big tray and thinking about Mrs. Bradshaw, Harry didn't see Dudley sneak up and stick out his foot.
Harry tripped over Dudley's leg but managed to keep his balance. His food though did not. Everything Harry had made fell to the floor and broke. There was food and plates everywhere. Harry slowly turned to Dudley, furious. He walked up to him and aimed a punch at the fat kid. Dudley though momentarily caught off guard easily ducked the wild punch and pushed little Harry to the ground. Harry, knowing Dudley was going to pin him to the ground rolled over quickly. Suddenly Harry Screamed in pain. When he rolled over he rolled on some pieces of broken plates. The plates cut his arms and legs up pretty bad and Harry had many deep bleeding cuts. Harry's temper flared up worse then it had ever been. He looked at Dudley hatefully, but before he could do anything Dudley suddenly was thrown onto some broken plates as well. Dudley screamed horribly and stared moaning and crying awfully. Harry stood there, totally astonished. He didn't understand, one moment Dudley had been standing there, the next moment he was laying on broken plates. But that was not what mattered right now; the only immediate problem was Dudley. His parents would obviously come running, what should he do? Harry looked around wildly, but to late. Mr. Dursley took one look at Dudley on the ground and slapped Harry hard on the face. Harry gasped and reeled, almost falling over. Mrs. Dursley rushed over to Dudley and immediately started fussing over him.
After about an hour of crying, Dudley managed to tell what happened to him with a smirk on his face. "Mom, I was hungry so I decided to come and see what had happened to Harry, he was bringing in the trays and tripped on the carpet and dropped all the food and fell onto the broken glass" here Dudley started fake crying again. "Then he turned around and...Well stared at me." Here Dudley looked truly confused, he slowly went on, as if trying to remember what had happened. "Then I just flew across the room and landed on the broken plates." He ended hesitantly as if he thought his parents would think he was crazy, but when he looked up he saw his mom and dad staring at Harry. Mrs. Dursleys face was white and pinched, but Mr. Dursleys was dark purple and very angry. Suddenly with all his might Mr. Dursley punched the little 6yr old in the face. Harry fell backwards and heard his head hit the corner of the wall with a horrifying crack. The Dursleys crouched over him, Mrs. Dursley saying something about a broken head, Mr. Dursley saying something about... Harry never found out what he said, his thoughts were pushed out by black fog. Harry Potter slowly fell into darkness...
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Harry Potter woke up in his cupboard, feeling very odd. He couldn't remember what had happened to him. He sat there, trying to remember, but couldn't remember 1 single thing. Then Harry looked at his hands and arms. There was dried blood all over them, obviously from big scratches that brought it all back. Harry falling, Dudley flying across the room, Mr. Dursley hitting him, knocking his head. His head! Harry could feel it now, there was an awful throbbing pain in his head. Harry groaned and slowly walked to the little cracked mirror on his wall. What he saw there was enough to make anyone scream. Harry's face had dried blood all over it, obviously from the big gash he had on the top of his head. Harry gasped; he was surprised he didn't die! There was so much blood that is was obvious to anyone that he didn't have much blood left. And all the Dursleys did was put him in the cupboard and see if he would die! Suddenly his temper flew up for the second time; The Dursleys had no right to do this to him! He had to get away, or he still might die. The Dursleys had obviously not thought he would come too so soon, if at all, because his cupboard door was not locked. Harry slowly opened the door and thankfully saw it was nighttime. Harry didn't know how long he had been knocked out, at least 4 hours, he thought, looking at a clock, maybe even a whole day had gone by.
Harry quietly opened the front door and crept outside. There Harry stood, not sure of what to do. He knew Mrs. Bradshaw would take care of him, at least for a day, but he was not sure how to get to her house. Every time he went, it was from old Mrs. Fig's house. Harry decided he would not be able to get to Mrs. Bradshaw's house, even if he did remember the way, he was not sure he could walk that far, he was still feeling fuzzy and was afraid he might faint again. Then he thought of someone else, Mrs. Fig. She could help him. She knew Harry well and her house was not very far away. Harry almost smiled in glee and slowly started walking, as not to tire himself. After about 10 minutes Harry was gasping for breath and trying not to pass out again. The cut on his head had split open and Harry couldn't staunch the blood. The only thing that kept him going was the fact that Mrs. Figg's house was very close. He walked very slowly up the steps and rang the doorbell, then collapsed on the steps and almost fainted again, but managed to keep partly awake. He heard Mrs. Figg gasp and then felt her pick him up. Harry smiled and fell again into darkness.
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Mrs. Figg woke up to the sound of the doorbell ringing. "I wonder who that could be?" she muttered while getting on a robe and sleepily going downstairs. When she opened the door she at first didn't see anyone there, then she noticed someone on the floor. She gasped horrified, the person lying there was covered with blood and seemed to be pretty young. She looked closer and almost screamed, it was Harry Potter! Mrs. Figg was horrified, Harry Potter almost dead, what could this mean, she immediately jumped to conclusions, death eaters or you-know-who. She gasped and picked Harry up, who smiled and fell fainted. She preformed some basic healing charms, but couldn't do much else for the boy. Without a second thought she walked over to the fireplace, scattered some powder into it and called "Dumbledore, emergency!" Immediately Dumbledore appeared in the fire, brushing off the soot and turning to Mrs. Figg, "you called?" He asked. Mrs. Figg didn't waist a moment she brought him over to the little boy and pointed, she said only 1 word, "Harry Potter." Dumbledore gasped and started muttering all sorts of spells immediately. Mrs. Figg watched, amazed. The spells Dumbledore was using must be amazingly complex and strong because right before her eyes Harry's cuts diminished, color returned in his face and the dried blood disappeared. Even Dumbledore looked amazed. "Wow", he murmured, "This boy must be very strong, he is getting better faster then most patients I have had twice his age!" Then he muttered one more spell, this one obviously VERY complex because Dumbledore started to look a little worn and white. After about 10 minutes he stopped, satisfied and collapsed into the couch. "Well, he said, "That took a lot out of me, making blood is a hard thing to do." He said mildly. Mrs. Figg smiled but then said, "Dumbledore, is he going to be ok now?" Dumbledore looked thoughtful then smiled, "Yes, I believe he will be ok now, but to be sure we must hear how this happened to him." He said kindly. Mrs. Figg smiled and said slowly, "yes, ok I will wake him up, but surely he will be nervous seeing you standing there?" Dumbledore smiled again and said, "Yes, I suppose that is true, I will not be seen though." And with those words he disappeared. Mrs. Figg gasped, she had never heard of someone able to make themselves invisible without a cloak or a potion. "Ok, I will wake him up now ok?" She said looking around a little, trying to see where he was. "Yes, ok." She heard somewhere on the right of her. She picked up her wand and muttered "regutio"
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Harry stirred and looked around. Seeing Mrs. Figg he smiled. Then sat up slowly and felt his head. He gasped, there was nothing there! No blood, no scratch, no pain! He looked at Mrs. Figg, baffled and then walked to a mirror. Slowly he looked in the mirror, then at his hands and arms. He sat there, amazed. He was perfectly fine, he couldn't even find a scar. He checked in the mirror one more time, yes at least he still had his lightning scar. He turned to Mrs. Figg very confused. "Mrs. Figg, I was, er, scratched up when I came here wasn't I?" Harry asked Mrs. Figg sheepishly. Mrs. Figg smiled "Yes Harry, you most certainly were, you were so scratched up you were almost dead." Harry looked very confused now. "Then why don't I have any scratches or loss of blood or anything?" The little boy asked. Mrs. Figg seemed thoughtful, as though she didn't know how to answer the kid. "Well, er, I have a er friend I know who is an amazing doctor and they fixed you." She ended lamely, hoping the kid would by it.
"Oh," the little kid said, obviously not the least bit suspicious, "Ok, then can you drive me to Mrs. Bradshaw's house, I have to live there now." He said matter-of-factly. Mrs. Figg suppressed a smile. "Harry, why do you have to live there instead of your Aunt and Uncle's house?" Mrs. Figg asked seriously. Harry's answer greatly surprised her. "Well, I thought that they would be mad at me for running away and not staying where I was." "Harry, you were almost dead when you got here, why wouldn't they let you go?" Harry answered surprised, "well I don't know really, after I got knocked out they just stuck me in my cupboard and I am never allowed to go anywhere when I am hurt." Mrs. Figg looked very worried now, "Harry, she said, "What do you mean, your cupboard?" Now Harry looked totally surprised "why you know, my cupboard, I sleep there and go to time out there and go there whenever I am hurt to get better." "Harry why do you go there when you are hurt, does that happen a lot?" Harry was totally surprised now, did the women not know anything, everyone's parents hit them when they were mad and lived in cupboards unless they were the favorite, didn't they? Harry decided that Mrs. Figg was to old to know these things and that he should explain nicely why he got hurt. "Well, you see Mrs. Figg," Harry explained in a nice voice so she would understand, "If you aren't the favorite kid then you live in a cupboard and aren't treated as nice." "Also if you do anything bad to the Dudley then you are hit and hurt. The only other way you get hurt by the grown-ups is if you be a nuisance." At this Harry patted Mrs. Figg on the shoulder because she looked very surprised and unhappy. "When you are hurt then you have to go to your cupboard and wait there until you are all better." Harry finished and hopped on Mrs. Figg's lap. Mrs. Figg sat there horrified for a moment, then seemed to snap out of it and asked Harry how he got all the scraps and scratches on his arms and head. Harry suddenly looked very scared and hung his head. Slowly he muttered, "I can't tell you, I will get in trouble."
Mrs. Figg turned him around in her lap and looked strait at him and said in a clear voice, "Harry, you will not get in any trouble for telling me what happened, I promise you." Harry nodded slowly and started "well I was making breakfast, bacon, eggs, and toast when..." Here Mrs. Figg interrupted him, "I'm sorry Harry, but I have to ask you something, do you always make breakfast?" Harry looked very surprised about how little Mrs. Figg knew, "Yes, although not always the same food." Mrs. Figg looked a little pale, but told Harry to go on. So Harry told her the whole story, Dudley tripping him, the glass, Dudley flying across the room, ect. Mrs. Figg occasionally interrupting him to ask him a question now and then. Finally the interview was over. Mrs. Figg looked very worried and angry. Then Harry started to walk out the door. Mrs. Figg pulled him back, wait a second Harry, where are you going? Harry looked a little surprised and said "Oh, I am going to live with Mrs. Bradshaw now. She is nice and I don't want The Dursleys to come, and anyway, I don't really like your house, it smells like cats!" At this last statement Harry made a face and tried to walk out again. Mrs. Figg laughed out loud and grabbed Harry and started tickling him saying "Oh no you don't Harry, even if my house does smell like cats, you cant go to Mrs. Bradshaw's house yet, she is still sleeping." Harry screamed and laughed, trying to he away finally between laughs he managed to say "ok...ok..., you, win, I will stay here... today!" Mrs. Figg stopped tickling the still laughing boy and set him down again. "That's better Harry, now why don't you go into this room and lie down on that bed and go to sleep, I promise I will take you to Mrs. Bradshaw's house tomorrow." Harry smiled happily and ran and jumped into bed, feeling very tired and happy. Tomorrow will probably be the best day of my life!" Harry thought sleepily.
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When Harry was out of the room Dumbeldore immediately turned visible again. He looked very grave and had no twinkle in his eye now. He turned to Mrs. Figg slowly and said, "Well I certainly never expected this, Harry being abused by his very own relatives and right under our noses too!" Suddenly power seemed to surround him and he said, "Here we were putting all these protection wards around the Dursleys house and the thing Harry needed protecting from was the Dursleys themselves." Mrs. Figg said in a shocked voice "I just cant believe that Harry has been abused for this long and neither me nor Mrs. Bradshaw even knew about it!" "How could Harry not tell anyone?!" Dumbledore looked thoughtful then said slowly, "well it kind of makes sense, Harry had been told all his life to never ask questions and was under the impression that everyone was treated like this. He seems like a good kid and just never talked about living with the Dursleys much I guess." Mrs. Figg said suddenly, "But who is he going to live with? Should we find someone muggle to adopt him, or take him into the wizarding world?" Again Dumbledore looked thoughtful, "well", he hesitantly replied, "I believe that depends. If he knows someone else here he knows and likes then I suppose he could stay with them, but the question is, would they be willing to adopt him? If he doesn't know anyone else that would then I guess he should to the wizarding world, although god knows how we will find someone good to adopt him, everyone would want the famous Harry Potter." Mrs. Figg suddenly smiled, "I know just the person! Do you remember the Mrs. Bradshaw Harry wanted to live with, well she is an elderly muggle who absolutely adores Harry. I'm sure Harry would love to live with her and she would almost certainly take him." Dumbledore smiled and said, "ok then we will take Harry there tomorrow and settle him in as well as put up safety wards around her house..."
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A/N Ok, I thought this was a good chapter, did you? At least it was longer! And I'm sorry if Harry seemed to smart for his age, I had to make him smart. Thank you sooooooooo much to those of you who reviewed, I REALLY do love them! Those of you, who read this and DON'T review, PLEASE DO!!!!! I am starting to get discouraged, I have 8 reviews right now for 2 chapters! That is only 4 reviews per chapter! That is not that much. You writers know what I mean. I am going to thank my reviewers every few chapters and answer their questions until I get too many. Right now though, that is not a problem.
MIDNIGHTDRAGON: thanks for the review, I'm glad you liked it and yes I know it was short, this one's longer though! Oh and will you please put up another chapter on your story soon?!;-)
TATRAMEGAMI: Thank you! Thank you soooo much for telling me what you think about 1st year opposed to all the years. I really LOVE your reviews, they are sooo long! And I hope you are happy now, Harry is going to live with Mrs. Bradshaw, yes!
THE FROG: Thank you for all the corrections, I know I am not the best at dialogue, I really need some work. I tried to make this one better grammar-wise, is it? And I know Figg was spelled Fig at the end, my Computer kept automatically changing it, it should be fixed now!
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MIDNIGHTDRAGON: Hi to u 2! Thanks for reviewing both chapters, see u at school!
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Again, thanx sooo much to all of u guys who reviewed, I really appriciate it