A/N: This is a plot bunny that has hopped around my brain for about a week. I just love the fanfictions that have Harry rescued/stolen from the Dursleys, and this fits the bill. It's been spell checked, but I might have missed a few things, like capitalization error, if you find them, you can point them out, but I did the best of my abilities while writing this on an hour of sleep and ten cups of black coffee...actually, it was only about eight, but still.
Warnings: this will be a story featuring a homosexual couple. This means yaoi, slash, guy-on-guy, whatever. Also, they are violent at times and slightly OOC. Also, the Malfoy family is not evil. I repeat, not evil!
Chapter one:
Harry was a fourteen year old wizard. He didn't go to a school to learn magic, his Mentor, Damon, taught him everything he knew. Harry was smart, powerful, and beautiful, according to his best friend, Cleo. Cleo spent her time teasing Harry because the girls in the local village flirted with him constantly.
Harry had been put into an orphanage when he was four, and Damon had adopted him. He went to muggle school, and had magical practice with Damon, and spent free time mock dueling with Cleo, who was a master staff fighter. Harry was better with swords, throwing daggers, and martial arts than Cleo, and was improving his staff fighting skills every day he practiced.
Cleo was all right with swords, and could use a lot of practice with daggers, as she could almost never hit her mark, which was one of the ones that didn't move. Harry teased her without pause about that. When he did, Cleo would just smirk and call to one of the girls over to flirt with Harry.
Harry was happy with his life. He trained hard, making sure that he did not get out of shape. He ran at least ten miles a day. He swam in all four seasons. He practiced wandless magic. He drove himself to the brink of exhaustion with training sets.
As a result, he was built, and he had muscles without being bulky. he was quick, he was strong, he was powerful, and he was brilliant and smart. He cared for the small children, and baby-sat for most of the adults at one time or another. He knew most of the kids since they were babies, and some of them called him 'Uncle Harry'.
Harry loved kids, and he helped in a candy store two days a week, as well as working in the children's ward at the hospital. He spent time at the nursing home as well, and he was well liked by almost everyone. The adults would come to him when they had problems, and he would give them good advice. Harry was a favorite baby-sitter of children, though he didn't do it often, with all his training and practice. Harry worked hard, getting everything done that he could.
Harry was almost inseparable from Cleo, who also had a love of children. Harry also discovered that he was good with animals, so he helped out at the pound and the shelter in his city.
"Harry!" Cleo called from the driveway of Harry's house. Harry came running out with a leather messenger bag. Cleo laughed at his disheveled appearance. Cleo helped Harry finish buttoning his shirt and she handed him a pick from her bag.
Harry smiled gratefully, and ran the pick through his hair. Cleo took the pick back aas Harry handed it to her, and they started to run the three miles to the village for school.
Harry ran, ignoring everything except the sound of his feet pounding the gravel. Cleo knew how he got, relaxed yet tense, and they ran in silence. They ran into the village, and people waved and called greetings to the well-liked pair. Harry stopped in front of the sweetshop, and he entered, taking a few moments to talk to the few people in the store before making his way to the back to have a word with the manager, a tall and slightly pudgy man with sparkling hazel eyes.
Harry exited the store, and they made their way to the tiny school, where Harry helped the little kids, making sure they had everything, tying shoes, and wiping tears from the little faces.
The little kids seemed to flock about her best friend, and she got her fair share of smiles and tiny hugs from the small children. They did this every morning, helping the younger children.
The first few days of school were most hectic, with little kids being unable to find their classrooms, little kids crying because they miss their mothers or fathers, but Harry truly loved kids, and soothed them and helped them into their rooms.
This morning was no different. It was three days into the school year, and the kids were crying, yelling, and generally panicking. Harry helped each child, finding out what was wrong, and helping accordingly.
Soon, the children were gone, and there was five minutes to class. They went to their homeroom, and were greeted cheerfully. The teacher took roll call, and the day officially started. The day passed quickly, and they went to their training grounds, where a small group of people waited to watch them fight. The candy store manager was there with their practice staffs and swords. Harry shook his head and took the training sword and unsheathed it.
Cleo did likewise, and the battle began. Harry started with easily blocked blows, getting used to the sword in his hand. As soon as he had a good feel for the weapon, he attacked, striking hard and fast, giving Cleo a hard time. he held the flat of the sword to Cleo's throat, and she knew she was beat. The crowd clapped and cheered, and Harry picked up the staff.
The second Cleo had hers in her hands, Harry struck, and this battle lasted quite a while longer, because as soon as the crowd thought Harry would win, Cleo got in a better blow, continuing the fight.
Harry finally won, and he smirked at Cleo. "Looks like I am getting better. We need more practice. Maybe Damon will train with us." Harry said. The people that were watching them duel congratulated them, and a few remarked that he had remarkable skill.
Harry smiled and followed the sweetshop manager, where he took his position with Cleo behind the counter, pulling his apron on. Red, the manager smiled at Harry, who insisted upon free labor. Cleo only wanted a few pounds of gumballs every few weeks as payment, which Red was all to happy to give her.
Cleo had an unnatural obsession with those, but soon Harry followed her example, but he didn't get as many as Cleo did, and he only wanted about a pound every two weeks, where Cleo got about three for every two weeks. As they worked, Cleo looked at the calendar, and squealed with delight. "Gumball day!" she told Harry, who just rolled his eyes at the little kids, who giggled.
Harry loved working in the candy shop, and him and Cleo were given free reign of the chocolate turtles, which were one of the things that they didn't sell a lot of. Harry loved the little chocolate treats, and every once in a while, Red would give him a carton of them, containing about forty thousand turtles.
Work passed rather quickly, and some of the little kids forced candy into the fourteen-year-old's hands. Sherbert lemons, licorice, small gummies, and all sorts of sweets. He obediently put them into a small bag to put in his pocket.
Red looked at the kid, helping the small children reach whatever candy they wanted, bagging and weighing it, and giving back change carefully, helping the children count it. The boy was a miracle. He had been placed into an orphanage, and yet held nothing against anyone.
Red had a few boxes of stuff to give to the boy, knowing that he shared with anyone and everyone. There was a box of turtles, a box of candy filled gumballs that Red had gotten very cheap from a big company. Harry would recieve them, as well as ten pounds of red vines, and four pounds of lemon drops. Harry liked all kinds of candy, and he shared all of them.
Red smiled to himself as he got boxes of sweets and stacked them. He would have Cleo and Rick load them into his lorry to take them to Harry's house while he was at school tomorrow.
He smiled to himself again. He told Cleo that he needed her in early tomorrow to help him take inventory. She agreed, and Harry smiled and told her that he would see her before classes tomorrow. Cleo stuck around after.
"Now, what do you really want me to do?" Cleo said, reading her boss like an open diary. "I need you to help me and Rick tomorrow. I have a surprise for Harry, and I want you to make sure he doesn't stumble upon it." He then led her to the stack of six boxes.
"Candies?" Cleo asked, knowing the answer. "Yes. Turtles, Red Vines, lemon drops, cane candy, peppermint sticks, and finally gumballs." Red replied. "Did i miss anything?" Cleo smirked. "Yes. He loves jawbreakers."
Red smaced his forehead. "I forgot. Go get two boxes of jawbreakers, normal and huge sizes. Cleo shook her head and got them. "I'll be here at six tomorrow morning." She said, leaving the cellar.
Harry met her outside. "What did Red really want?" Harry asked. "I can't tell you yet. I can tomorrow after school though." Cleo said, and they ran towards Harry's house, where she usually ate dinner and slept during the days they had school.
They ate and went to bed. Cleo watched her best friend sleep, marveling how innocent he looked. She smiled as Harry furrowed his brow in an adorable manner, and she went to sleep.
The next morning, Harry pulled himself out of bed, and shook Cleo awake. She groaned, noticing it was five thirty in the morning. "Sorry. I didn't know when you had to go in." Harry explained. Cleo smiled and went to take a shower. Harry smiled at the door for a moment before walking to his extensive closet and disappearing inside among the clothing.
Harry picked a pair of leather pants and a tight white tee shirt, which he threw a light blue button down over, letting it stay unbuttoned and untucked. Cleo came out and said "You look sharp." Harry flushed. "Well, you do. Who are you trying to impress?" she questioned with a wicked glint in her eye.
"No one. I don't like anyone around here." Harry said, turning to the mirror to do something with his hair. "Let me do your hair!" Cleo squealed. Harry sighed and handed her a comb.
"Done!" said Cleo after a few moments. I have to go." She said, looking at a clock. Harry watched her go before going to the backyard and meditating.
Cleo arrived at the sweetshop and Red and Rick smiled at her and bid her a good morning. they loaded the boxes and Cleo left, going back to Harry's house to dress for school. She looked into the backyard to see Harry meditating. She roused him from his trance and they entered the house.
Harry changed shirts, pulling on a dark blue tee, and adding a white button down. They left, and Harry went and talked to Red. They left for the orphanage into the village and visited the children until seven thirty. Then they went to the school and helped the kids, and went into their homeroom.
Classes were more boring than usual, and Harry found the time ticking slowly by. He started to draw, as he had finished all his homework and had an hour of class time left. He drew an image that came to him in a dream, a young man that looked to be his age with ear length hair that was light colored. He drew aristocratic features, a slightly upturned nose, a sharp chin, and perfect eyebrows.
He added the plump lips, curved into a smirk. He added billowing clothes, and he made a small mark over the boy's heart. It was shaped like a shield, with a snake in it. He added details and shaded in shadows to make him seem more real.
His teacher, Mrs. Sails, was behind him, watching him draw. "Excuse me for asking, but who is that?" Harry turned to her with a soft smile on his face. "I really don't know, I dreamed about him and some other people before."
Mrs. Sails looked at him. do you mind if I take a look? You draw really well." She said, wanting to see more of these drawings.
Harry pulled out a large drawing pad. The teacher looked at the first page. It was a huge man with a bushy beard. He was sitting on an equally huge motorcycle. She admired it a little longer, before flipping the page.
This one was of a beautiful woman with long hair, with a man behind her with his arms possessively around her waist and his head on her shoulder that looked oddly like Harry himself. There were differences though, as Harry didn't have the same nose or thin lips. She turned another page. This one was of a man with short dark hair and a rounded nose and chin, and he had billowing clothes of the same kind as most of the people in the book.
She turned the page, and saw a huge snake, emerging from the mouth of a giant statue of a man. She admired the details on this one a little longer than the people. She turned to another page.
This picture wasn't a person or animal, it was a huge castle. It was well drawn, and she admired it before turning another page. This one featured a very old man with long hair and a longer beard, as well as a pointed hat and long robes. His eyes had a twinkle that many artists couldn't get right. She turned the page and gasped at the detail and imagery. It was a drawing of a big black dog and a beautiful stag, running through a forest, the dog with his tongue lolling out and his eyes sparkling with mischief.
The stag, on the other hand, held his head high, proudly, his antlers shining. The detail was magnificent, and she spent a good five minutes devouring it with her eyes. She handed the pad back to Harry, who seemed to be glad that she liked them. She praised his drawing, asking about the dog and stag, but Harry couldn't remember where he saw them.
The bell rang, and school was over. Harry put his pad into his messenger bag and left. He and Cleo ran to Harry's house, where a lorry was parked in the driveway. Harry looked closely at the lorry. It belonged to Red. He looked at Cleo, who smiled mysteriously at him.
he entered the house and saw a stack of boxes in the kitchen. He looked at Red and Damon, who just smiled at him. he opened a box, and turned to red. "Bonus." Was all Red said, his eyes twinkling madly. Damon just said "Take it to your room." and he broke into a grin. "I hope you plan on sharing." He added, and Harry nodded.
"Don't I always?" Harry cheekily said. He took a box and carried it to his room. he stashed it in a cubby in the corner. He opened it saw that it was a box of sugar cane sweets, finally noticing that it was (thankfully) bagged in pounds. There were fifty bags in that box, which he stashed all over his room, putting one in his messenger bag.
He went back downstairs and carried up another box. Opening it, he saw bags of assorted candies. There were lemon drops, Red Vines, gummy bears and worms, and some assorted hard candies.
He stashed the stuff in his dresser and got the third box. This one had turtles in it. Harry smiled and put the turtles away. He found jawbreakers in two of the three boxes left, but the last box was a total surprise. It was a box literally stuffed with chocolates. Harry ate a few, before going back downstairs where Red and Damon and Cleo waited. Harry hugged Red, who finished his tea and left. He threw his arms around the man he considered an older brother and his best friend in the world and walked towards his room. they had just entered when someone knocked on the door.
Harry opened it to see the old man from his dream. "Harry, who is it?" Damon called from the sitting room. Damon came out at Harry's silence. "May I help you?" Damon asked. Harry took off top speed to his room, returning with his drawing pad. He flipped it to the one of the old man. Damon looked at it and he asked "Who are you?"
"My name is Albus D-" The old man started to say, when Harry interrupted. "Dumbledore." Harry said. The old man looked surprised and nodded. "Indeed I am. I need to speak to Harry." The man explained. "May I come in?"
Damon let the man in, and asked "Tea?" To which the man said "No thank you, but you wouldn't happen to have any lemon drops?" in a very cheerful manner. Harry got a bag of them from his room, and offered the old man, Dumbledore, one.
"Mmm. Well, Harry, I suppose I should start at the beginning..." Dumbledore said, sucking his lemon drop thoughtfully.
"Let me get this straight. I'm a wizard, my parents died, I survived death, I'm famous, you have been looking for me since I was eleven, and I need to go with you to this wonky school thing and meet with my godfather and his husband, as well as meet with other people who knew me as a baby and knew my parents, as well as take classes to control magic?" Harry said.
"That sounds about right." Dumbledore said. "Wow. Well, I will tell you now that I like it here, and the only way I will go at all is if Damon agrees and him and Cleo can come too." Harry warned, but Damon could tell that he wanted to go. Damon said "I agree, as long as you follow Harry's rules." Cleo looked excited. "Me too, but you have to agree to Harry's terms."
Dumbledore said "Fine, all three of you may come. I will get two sets of books for you, as well as other necessities. Harry, Cleo, you can go to Diagon Alley tomorrow morning to get a pet, and this is your key for your vault, Harry." He said, handing Harry a small key. Harry accepted the key and Dumbledore left, saying he would be back at nine the following morning.
"Thank god tomorrow is a weekend." Cleo remarked. Damon laughed and sent the two teens to bed. They sat and ate candy. Cleo was eating a jawbreaker, and Harry was sucking a lolly. Cleo and Harry discussed what they had just learned.
"Your godfather and his husband?" Cleo said thoughtfully. "Well, that man didn't say it like he was disgusted, so he must accept gay people. I wonder how the rest of the school reacts to gays and bisexuals." Cleo said. Harry thought a moment before saying what was on his mind.
"I think I should know who the man is. If I remember right, his name was Sirius." Harry said, falling back onto his bed and choking on his lolly. Cleo looked at him a moment before saying anything.
"What will we do about Red, our teachers, the orphanage, the shelter, the little kids, everyone?" Cleo asked, sitting up straight. "Well, we will explain that I have to go away to meet my family, and you and Damon are coming for moral support. They will buy it, and we will be back for summer." Harry suggested, and Cleo nodded.
"Cleo? What about the stuff I got from Red? Do I take it with, or return it?" Harry asked. "Keep it. Red gave you that stuff for work you have already done. He will understand. We can probably tell him the truth, that you have to go back to some people you don't even know, Red will understand. And tell him that you will be back for the summer, and maybe spring break too." Cleo remarked with a goofy grin.
Harry laughed at his best friend. "Okay. Well, g'night Cleo. Hopefully, everyone understands. We have to go into town tomorrow, and tell people that we have to leave for a little while. But I will never forget the people here." Harry said, rolling over on his bed to look at Cleo.
Cleo just smiled and nodded before saying "Night Harry." and clapping, efficiently dousing the light. Harry laid staring at the ceiling, before shutting his eyes and letting himself fall into the abyss of sleep.
Harry woke to Cleo jumping on his bed at five in the morning. "Harry! training time! You should be glad that I stopped Damon from jumping you as you slept. What happened to sleeping with one eye open?" Cleo asked, looking at her friend with worry in her eyes.
"I feel pretty bad. I couldn't fall asleep for long last night. I kept dreaming about this one person, with the most beautiful hair I had ever seen. It was the oddest shade of blonde, almost silver platinum. I feel like I know him, though I know I don't. It's so confusing!" Harry burst out, trying to make Cleo see what he was trying to say. Cleo said something Harry was not paying attention to and left.
"Wait!" Harry yelled after Cleo, who sprinted off the second she had finished breakfast. "Catch me!" She called over her shoulder. Harry ran faster, and soon caught up to Cleo. She smiled at him and kept running, her long light brown hair flowing behind her. they ran into town, stopping at the orphanage.
"Mrs. Banks?" Harry called into the kitchen. A slight woman in an apron appeared. "Harry! Cleo! So nice to see you." she said, coming around the counter.
"I have some bad news. I have to go away for a while. My godfather wants to meet me and attend the school he teaches at for a while. I'll be back for summer, if not spring break. And Cleo is coming too. I'm sorry." Harry explained, letting sadness flow into his words.
"Oh, how sweet! Go. It'll be good for you. Just tell the kids goodbye, and see you this summer!" she said, smiling brightly. Harry thanked her again, and they went to tell the children.
"That was fun." Cleo remarked dryly, pulling at her shirt, which was wet from crying children. "It wasn't that bad." Harry protested and Cleo just shrugged and moved towards the teacher's block of houses. Harry told the principal and teachers, who were thrilled that Harry had a godfather. They moved on.
"Hey Red!" Harry called, entering the back room. "I hate to tell you this, but Cleo and I are going away. My godfather wants to get to know me and wants me to attend this school he teaches at. We have to leave as soon as possible, but I wouldn't leave without telling you." Harry explained, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
"That's great. In fact, you need something to tide you over while you're there. you are coming back for the summer, right?" Red asked, scooping candy into bags. "Yes. I really don't need-" Harry said, but was cut off by red. "Nonsense. You need to get a little meat on those bones. And candy is a good way to." Red insisted, adding more candy to a huge canvas tote. He handed Harry the very heavy tote and said "Give this one to Cleo." He said, coming out with a tote of gumballs. Harry took them and went back to Cleo.
"He gave me this and told me to give you this. Cleo looked inside. "Yay! Gumballs!" she squealed, digging out a blue gumball. "Mmm." She said, licking it before popping it into her mouth. Harry laughed and they moved to the town gossip. They told her that they had to leave for a while, and they jogged back to Cleo's house. They told them, and Harry started crying. "What if they hate me?"
Needless to say, Cleo got permission to go. They ate breakfast with Cleo's parents, and went home. It was almost time to go. Harry went to change, as his current attire was drying, which made it stiff from salty tears from the young children at the orphanage. He pulled on a black muscle tank and added a thick chain around his neck.
Harry let Cleo borrow a shirt as well, as her shirt had more tears on it, which meant that it was almost as stiff as cardboard. Cleo came out of the bathroom with one of Harry's polo tees on. Harry sniffed the air. "Did you use my cologne?" He asked. Cleo nodded. "It smells better than salt." She explained. Harry sighed. Cleo buried her face in Harry's neck.
"How do you get that combination?' she asked suddenly. Harry looked at her a moment. "It's a mix of my shampoo, cologne, aftershave and outside." Harry explained. "I use vanilla shampoo and conditioner, and my aftershave smells like spice. With my cologne, it creates an unique scent." Cleo looked at Harry and opened her mouth. Just then, the flames in the fireplace flashed green, and Dumbledore came out, brushing soot from his magenta robes.
"Shall we go then?" Dumbledore asked, offering Cleo his arm, which she accepted. Dumbledore instructed them on the use of floo powder, and a sickening ride later, they were in a pub. "Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron."
A/N: tell me what you think! Love it? Hate it? Neither like nor hate it? I'm not a mind reader, so push that little purple button and take a minute to review! Remember, if you review, I can improve! Also, be informed that I do not own Harry Potter or Dumbledore, and definitely not the leaky cauldron. Also, I do not own anything you recognize. Though if JKR sells Malfoy or Lucius, I will buy them. I DO own Cleo, Daemon, Red, Mrs. Banks, Harry's homeroom teacher, and Red's other assistants. Did I forget anyone?