Disclaimer:  I do not own Harry Potter in any form; I am borrowing the characters and settings strictly for the entertainment of others, and myself and am receiving no monetary compensation for any thing that I write. The Harry Potter characters and settings belong first and foremost to J.K. Rowling, and then to a host of others parties, none of whom are me.

          Please forgive me for any characters who are out of character, I am not J.K. Rowling and so can not write as her, I can only write as I believe the characters are feeling, and that isn't always correct. So read my story and then tell me what you think of, I can't improve it any if I don't have someone's input besides my own. So here goes.

~Family~

Chapter One

Harry sat in the dark room staring out the boarded up window at the moon. The moon was the raven-haired boy's only company these days. As soon as he had arrived at his Uncle and Aunts house for the summer holidays he had been locked in his cousin's spare room with all the broken and discarded playthings Dudley had acquired throughout the years. Everything was broken, or worthless, including the bulb in the light fixture. This year, unlike years past he didn't even have his owl Hedwig to keep him company, his Uncle had torn her cage from Harry's hands and left her there at the King's Cross Train station when he passed through the platform separating the muggle station with the wizarding platform 9 ¾. Harry could only hope that one of his friends had seen what happened and had taken the white owl safely home with them.

Maybe his friends would come rescue him again like in second year when they didn't receive any owls from him, and all there owl post returned unopened. Not that he felt that he really deserved to be saved from his relatives he thought, after all he had let Cedric be killed just weeks before during the third task of the Tri-wizard tournament. "Kill the spare" Voldemort's words still haunted his thoughts sleeping and awake. If only he had just taken the trophy instead of convincing Cedric to take it with him then the older boy would still be alive, he thought. Well, he would find out if his friends thought of him, his birthday was the next day, and tradition for the last four years was that the Weasley family would come and get him sometime on his birthday. Oh, well, like that will really happen, Harry told himself, Professor Dumbledore told you at the end of the year that you wouldn't be able to the Burrow this year, and the Weasley's would never go against anything that Dumbledore told them. He was stuck here in the dark for the rest of the holidays; Harry turned his back to the window, and closed his eyes. He might as well get some sleep; the moon wasn't really the most interesting of company.

The next morning Harry was woken by his Aunt's shrill shrieks, "Vernon, Vernon, you'll never believe what these people on the phone want. They want to buy the boy as their daughter's manservant; we would never have to see him again, I've already told them how strange he is and they still want him, they'll pay us to take the freak off our hands!"

"Petunia Dear, if this is true how soon can they get here, and of course they will have the papers for us to sign so that we never have to see him again and they will take all his belonging as well!" Vernon stampeded down the stairs when he heard his wife's excitement. They were finally going to be rid of the burden that had been with them for the past fourteen years, since Petunia's sister Lily had been murdered by her own kind.

"Oh, yes Vernon, they have already said so, and if we want to sell him, they can be here in a matter of two hours!" Petunia gushed.

So, they're going to sell me as a slave to some rich snobs daughter, Harry thought as he listened to his Aunt and Uncle shout at excitement at the prospect of getting rid of him. Well, that can't be as bad as staying here in the dark; at least I'll have some light.

"Well, Petunia, tell the folks that we'll see them in two hours, we're delighted to sell them the boy. I'll go see that he is ready when they get here." Vernon laughed, before stumping back up the stairs to the door of the room where Harry was locked in. "Well, boy, finally after fourteen years we're getting rid of you for good, you are going to be some little rich girl's slave."

They are really going to sell me, Harry thought, this person they're selling me too could by Voldemort and they wouldn't even care. I wonder if Dumbledore knows about this, and if does what he thinks of it. Who knows maybe these people will be better then the Dursleys. Maybe I can still go to Hogwarts, after all even rich girls have to go to school right and surely the aren't allowed to bring their servants with them. Maybe, just maybe, this will all turn out for the better.

Well, there is the first chapter, it's shorter then most other chapters should be because, I'm hoping that this format works, I don't want to have a whole lot typed and then have it not work when I post it. Another chapter should be posted in the next couple of days, but after that I can't tell just how long it will be between postings, I'm a college student and I do work for the university so I don't always have a whole lot of time. Please review and tell me what you think, if I don't think that anyone is reading this I won't continue. Flames are welcome, they tell me what is wrong with the story and so help me improve it.