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A nice new sparkly white Toyota pulled up to the house of number 4 privet drive and a large beefy man got out. This man's name was Vernon Dursley and he was not happy. In fact, he was furious. Not only had he not gotten the promotion for vice president of Grunnings, he also had no idea where his brat of a nephew ran off too.
Earlier this morning he had gotten a call from his lovely wife, Petunia, but the call wasn't so lovely. Harry's kindergarten teacher had called the house to try and figure out why he wasn't at school and she also mentioned the bruises on his face and arms. Petunia claimed it was nothing and said he just ran into a door, but Mrs. Miesner didn't seem convinced.
In fact two cars just pulled in after Vernon, but these were not the fancy kind of cars Vernon had. No, they were from the Surrey police, department of child abuse.
"Excuse me, sir, are you Vernon Dursley?" One of the officers asked. He continued when Vernon nodded. "My name's officer Richard Milligan and this is my partner," He pointed behind his to the other officer. "Kevin Leynse. We got a report about child abuse this morning and we'll have to search your home. Do you have any guns, knives, or drugs on you now sir?" The officer Milligan asked pulling Vernon's hand behind his back and cuffing them.
Vernon shook his head. His eyes widened when he finally registered what the officer said.
"Wait a minute!" He yelled. "I hope you have a warrant or I'll sue you for every penny your worth!"
Kevin Leynse stepped up beside him and pulled out a yellow piece of paper. "Here it is sir." Kevin said, holding it in front of Vernon's now pale face.
Milligan pulled Vernon to the squad car. "Now were not arresting you Mr. Dursley, we're just doing this for our own safety. Your wife is inside, correct?" Vernon nodded again, no longer able to speak. "Do you have any fire arms, drugs, or any illegal weapons or artifacts in you house?"
"Yes," Vernon let out a shaky breath. "A shot gun but I have a license for it." He was completely shaking as Milligan closed and locked the car door. Both officers walked up to the house and rang the door bell.
When Petunia opened the door she was shocked to see the two police men. She quickly looked around to see if any neighbors were looking and invited them in, not wanting to be seen.
"Good morning Mrs. Dursley...." And officer Milligan repeated to her what was said to her husband. She looked around wondering when he would get home. She couldn't cover up something like this!
"One minute," She said sweetly to officer Milligan. "First let me call my husband's cell phone..." Leynse interrupted her.
"Ma'am, we have your husband outside, now officer Milligan is going to speak with you in the kitchen about your nephew." He said sharply.
Richard Milligan hated his job. He could already tell by the look and the Dursley's faces, that they were guilty. He thought back to a while earlier when he had gotten a call from an old school friend, who was now a kindergarten teacher. She had said that a boy named Harry Potter showed up for school yesterday with bruises on his face and arms, and the boy seemed to have a limp. Joanne Miesner never called in a child abuse case if she didn't really believe it to be one.
After seeing the boy's family, he feared the worst.
Kevin Leynse shook his head as he finish searching the upstairs. Nothing. That's what he had found, nothing. He was almost positive that they had nailed a case but he was wrong. As he got all the way down the stairs, he looked down on instinct. Something cold rushed through his body as he noticed a small brown stain on the flawless white carpet. He looked forward a little more only to see more stains, leading to the cupboard under the stairs.
As Kevin touched the handle leading to the cupboard, the cold feeling got stronger. He shivered as he pulled it open and saw just what he was expecting, except without the dead body. The small bloody hand prints, blood splatters, small blood stained cot, but no six-year-old boy.
Kevin put his hand on his mouth, ran into the kitchen and threw up. Officer Milligan stood up sharply and grabbed Petunia Dursley, pulling her hands behind her back and cuffing her too.
"Find him?" Milligan asked his partner sadly. It was Leynse's first child abuse case.
"No, his room." said a still gagging Kevin.
Richard Milligan pulled a shocked Petunia Dursley to her feet. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law." Richard said this all while Petunia Dursley screaming that it was all her husbands fault and the little brat deserved it.
Harry felt the best he had in years as he rolled over in the nice, soft bed. 'Wait a minute!' Harry thought. 'Where am I?' Harry sat up fast, only to be push back down by small hands. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Aziraphale's face.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Azi asked in concern.
When Harry really though about it, he did ache a lot and he felt a little sick. He voiced this to Azi, who just brushed hair out of Harry's face and went to get his mother. After he left, Harry realized that he was no longer in his clothes and his hair was still a little damp from a well needed bath. He blushed hard at the thought of Aziraphale's mother seeing him naked. After the blush and embarrassment died down, Harry took his time to look around the room.
He was laying on the side of a green and silver king size bed. On top of the bed was a canopy made of fine black cloth. The carpet was thick and green, and the walls were off-white. There was also a big pair of sliding, glass doors that led to a balcony, over looking a beach. The wood on the bed, and the door Azi went out of, and another door that looked like it lead to a bathroom, were all dark, almost burnt looking wood, but with a polish. There were designs carved into all of these, of flowers and plants. Harry didn't have anymore time to look around because Azi and his mom had just walked in.
Azi's mother was the most beautiful person he had ever seen and had the most beautiful voice he's ever heard.
"Good morning Harry," She said with that beautiful voice. "My names Veronica Devono, I'm Azi's mom, but you can call me Veronica." She smiled. "Azi tells me that you're still aching and a little dizzy."
Harry nodded with a slight blush rising on his cheeks, remembering the bath thing.
She sat down in a dark wooden chair that Azi had occupied only moments before. "That's to be expected. You were quite a mess when you got here and the ammonia will take awhile to clear up, but we took care of that little eye problem of yours."
Harry reached up and for the first time realized that his glasses weren't on. His blush turned darker and he tried to sink down into the sheets. "Thank you." He muttered quietly, not looking at her.
Veronica laughed at his antics and put a hand on his forehead, checking for a fever. She gently brushed back his bangs with her thumb and frowned. "Now Harry," she started firmly. "I'm going to need you to hang in there, just until you get better, can you do that for me?"
Harry nodded, wanting to impress her, but she continued to frown.
"You're going to be really sick for a little while." She started. "But you can stay with us, but you won't be going back to your aunt and uncle's. That's if you want to stay here." She looked down at Harry.
Harry nodded and smiled but his smile vanished when he closed his eyes and a wave of dizziness hit him. "Now don't be afraid, Harry, you'll be ok." He heard her say.
"Azi," she said. Azi jumped a little, but now was at full attention. "Would you go get me a wash cloth and a bucket of cold water. Don't worry," She added as she saw his reluctance to go. "His medication just wore off."
When Aziraphale came back with the water, he sat down beside his mother to watch her work. She put the wash cloth in the cool water the placed it on Harry forehead, all while whispering soothing words to him as he drifted into a fevered sleep.
When Harry woke, there was no one in the room but he looked beside him and saw a food tray with a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a glass of water, and a large piece of garlic bread on it. He didn't think he could stomach it, but tried anyway. He took small bites of bread and small sips of the soup and water, and he managed to keep it down.
Afterward he walked into a biggest bathroom he'd ever seen. The green marble bathtub was the size of a small swimming pool. It had built in chairs and tables in it, but the best part were the jets. (AN: now I'm not sure if "jets" is just an American term but it's the things in hot tubs that spray water.)
Harry was walking back in to the room when he heard his door close. When he got inside he saw Azi down on the floor looking for something under the bed.
"What're you looking for?" Harry asked. Azi jumped and hit his head on the edge of the bed. He scowled.
"You, you moron." And he finished by sticking out his tongue. Harry ignored him and walked over to the sliding glass doors, opened them, and walked out onto the balcony. Azi, who just realized he was gone, ran out after him. Harry stared out at the roaring waves, not moving.
"What's up, your acting like you've never seen the ocean at all." Azi said, staring out too.
"I haven't, I haven't even been this high up before. Where exactly are we anyway?" Harry said quietly.
"I'm not really sure. Somewhere around Tahiti because my father told me we're picking up its current, hence the big waves. It's our own island, not even on the governments list. It's small, but really cool. We even have our own light house! We got it not to long ago because a big sail boat crash onto the shore at like.... midnight! We never saw them but the newspapers said that those people got blown off course by a storm and found an uncharted island in the Bramuna Triangle. But the strange thing is, when the planes went to go look for it, it wasn't there." He finished in a whisper.
Harry had half listened to his story, still in a daze. Everything had moved so fast. He came from a family full of hate and abuse and he meets this kid for one day and Azi's family accepts him with open arms. Offering to let him be apart of their family, and he barley knew them. Actually he only knows Aziraphale and Veronica; he hasn't even met the rest of them, let alone know how many there are. All of this was just so overwhelming that he only had one thing to do. Cry.
When Azi finished his half true story, he turned to see Harry's reaction and found the last thing he expected.
"Harry what's wrong?" Azi was scared. He wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller boy and brought him inside and to the bed. When Harry sat down he began to sob and Azi just held on to him.
"Do you want me to get my mom?" Azi asked, not really knowing what to do. Harry shook his head.
"I just don't know what to do, what's going on." Harry let out a gasping breath and lied down on the bed. A few minutes later Harry had cried him self to sleep and Azi, who was just as exhausted, laid down and fell asleep next to him.
AN: ok people, 2,192 words of complete story. You're welcome. Just to get things strait Azi and Aziraphale (this is 4 all you retards) is the same person. He's a little physic (we'll get to this later) but still has a six- year-old mind.
Next Chapter =
How will the wizarding world react to Harry's disappearance?
Sirius (maybe)
Dumbledore
Remus
Dursleys What happened to Dudley
Vernon
Petunia
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A.J.