Disclaimer: Only playing JK, you invented the characters! (No profit btw!) But I did invent some of the characters (anyone you don't recognize are mine!)

A/N: You're gonna have to wait a while for the next chapter cos I'm going on me hols (New England! YAY!) I should have the next chapter done soon though!

This chapter is the last "introduction" chapter. I can get onto the actual main story after this. It should get more interesting soon (more original characters from the books! Can you guess who? I'll tell you if you're right!)

Lastly, if you can tell me where I got the chapter title from, I might give a sneak peek at what's going to happen!

I'll stop talking now and let you read the story. Enjoy…………

Chapter 3: Blessed Objectivity

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the large oak tree which stood outside his window. He watched as its branches tapped against the window for entry into the house.

He had been there for a week, although his recovery from the curse meant he had slept most of the time. It seemed like a day had passed, if that. He remembered many different faces watching him, but he had no names to match them to.

Harry had only woken up an hour ago, feeling more like his normal self. He had caught sight of the oak tree and the blue sky with clouds that looked too perfect to be real.

He was so entranced that he did not hear the door creak open and Niamh creep in, followed by a teenage boy with a very un-approving look on his face. Niamh came up behind Harry, and whispered in his ear,

"Enjoying the view?"

Harry jumped off the bed, turned to face her, pulled out his wand…and collapsed on the floor. Niamh crouched down next to him, a worried look crawling onto her face. The boy, who had been leaning against the doorframe, was now standing over her, watching Harry's every move.

"Are you alright?" He asked, offering Harry his hand.

"Yeah, I'm 'k." Harry replied, taking his hand and allowing himself to be guided back to the bed.

"Sorry, Harry." Niamh said, still sitting on the floor. "I'm a bit hyper at the moment."

"Don't worry, it's fine."

Harry's eyes began to wander from Niamh's face to the boy behind her. Soon enough, she noticed,

"This is Eli, by the way."

As Harry exchanged a handshake, he studied him. Cropped black hair framed his face, a fringe tinged with red covering one eye. The other shone a bright blue against his sun-kissed skin. He wore a leather chocker around his neck with a silver pendant hanging from it. He had a black top on bought from a Muggle rock concert and baggy jeans. One black and one red Converse covered his feet. Just as Harry started to study Eli's face more closely, Niamh began talking again.

"I know we've been ignoring you fro the past week, so Eli and I have come to make it up to you. I promised you an explanation and we are here. What do you want to know?"

"That's a really horrible question!" Eli piped up at this.

"Well, I don't know where to start!" She replied, "You start then!"

"OK, OK, don't get mad at me." Eli turned back to Harry and sat down next to him. "This house is where the Ministry sends anyone who can't handle their powers or have powers that could endanger others, i.e. the rule of the Ministry. They're normally very young when they arrive and don't remember anything of their past lives. They grow up completely oblivious to the magical world.

"It was set up when You-Know-Who was recognized as a real threat to world. Anyone who had dangerous, unusual or illegal powers was secretly sent here so neither he nor the Ministry could use them in any battles."

"That's why I asked you not to mention Voldemort, because he doesn't exist here, and no-one except us know about his return," Niamh added.

"How come you two know?" Harry asked, "If no-one here is meant to."

"Niamh and I are in charge of the house. We're the oldest and have been here the longest. It's a little tradition we've started that the Ministry certainly wouldn't approve of."

"The whole house is protected by a shield," said Niamh, "it prevents anyone Apparating into or out of the house or garden. The only way in or out is through the front door, so if anyone were to attack, we'd definitely see them coming."

Harry looked confused when he heard this, "Then, how did I get here then? I've certainly never been here before and I didn't walk through the front door!"

Niamh and Eli exchanged glances and turned back to Harry. "Umm… Well, we're not really sure. The shield's kinda broken at the moment…and someone," Niamh threw an evil look at Eli, "someone had forgotten to fix it. So, we aren't really as safe as we were boasting just now."

"Then, I shouldn't be here." Niamh and Eli looked at him, wondering what Harry meant. "I've been really annoying Voldemort lately. I mean, pissing him off. His Death Eaters were just about to finish me off when I arrived here. They'll be looking for me. I can't stay here and endanger all these lives." As he said this, Harry tried to stand up. Instead he lost his balance and was saved from becoming re-acquainted with the floor by Eli's quick reflexes.

"You don't need to worry," Eli replied comfortingly, "no-one knows about this house, only the Minister. And even he usually forgets about it."

"WOLF!" cried a voice outside the door.

"ELI! David stole the TV remote!"

"Only because you froze my seat."

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

Niamh turned to Eli and shouted over the argument, "We'd better go and sort this out!" She then turned to Harry, "You need to catch up on your sleep. We'll come back tomorrow."

"OK." Harry replied, as a wave of yawning hit him. He was asleep so quickly that he didn't notice Eli watch him intently before quietly closing the door.

A/N: Did you enjoy? Is it all becoming clear now? Can you guess what will happen next? Where is my chapter title from? Only you can answer these questions! Review with your answers and I'll tell you if you're right!

Byebye, darlings! Love you all! (I'm the narrator and that was just the prologue!)

PS: Longest chapter I've ever written I think!