Harry Potter, son of Lily and James Potter, sat on the edge of his bed weaping. It was his seventh birthday, though of course he did not know of it. How could you remmember when it has been ignored for the past six years of his life. Yes, I said six. He was not always trapped in the hell-hole known as the Dursley's. No, once he had a family. One that love and cared for him just like you or me. Of course, he did not know of it. How could you if you hadn't had one for the past six years of your life? The people Harry lived with were anything but family to him. Want to know why? Because he was beat. Daily, if not twice a day. And now, he was told that he was to be moved out of the house by the end of the day. He had been packing his stuff and was getting ready to leave when that sneaky word made it's way into his head.Why? Why didn't he have parents? Why didn't theese people love him? Why did they hurt him so often, even though he did nothing wrong? Was it because he was a freak? That was what his uncle had always told him. But then again his uncle had always told him putting salt on wounds made them feel better. Was it possible that his uncle was wrong? No, his uncle was never wrong.
Harry got up from off his bed and made his way out the door. He started walking down the street with just a grocery bag, for that was all that carried his very few possesions. He sat down on a swing at Magnolia Cresent Park, when a man mad his way down the street. Wait a minute, that was the guy that had been freed from the prison erlier he had heared on the news this morning! What was his name? Something Black...S. Black. He slunk back on the swing and prayed that he wouldn't be noticed. Even though that guy was inocent, he still was a little nervouse,I mean wouldn't you be? Of course, nothing ever went as he had planed. Never. In this case I'd guess it was a good thing. The man started making his way toward him.
"Harry?!" The man looked disbelieving at first, but threw his arms around the underweight boy."OH MY FREAKING GOD I FINALLY FOUND YOU!"
Harry flinched when the man started yelling. When ever Uncle Vernon started yelling, a beating usually came right afterward.
"Please, sir, don't hurt me! I'm sorry! Don't take me back there! Don't hurt me! Please, god, don't hurt me again!" Harry pleaded with the towering man that stood before him.
" Oh, my Harry! I would NEVER hurt you! Those people hurt you? Why are you out here all alone so late? They didn't kick you out did they? It's okay, you'll never be hurt again, I'm going to take you away from here, Harry. I don't know if they told you, but I'm your godfather." He said, bowing his head. Harry looked into the man's truethful eyes. They seemed so fermiliar..They greying blue pale eyes..........
"Padfoot? Sirius?" Harry asked timidly.
