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A/N ok first off I have a lot of people asking about the poem at the end of the last chapter, the last four lines belong to three doors down but I wrote most of it, I put it up on FictionPress and I got bored and added it here. Well here's the next chapter and thanks for all of the reviews. I'm making Harry start school a little early cause I started kindergarten when I was 4 and im not sure if that's too early but it's my story so I don't care. And also I know im making Harry overly smart but well with the way the Dursleys treat him he deserves a little intellect. And again thank you all for the great reviews bows to all lets go

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Disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter J.K. Rowling does so don't sue!

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Summery read the first chapter if you want it.

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Rating PG 13 if you want to know why you can read the part about it on in the first chapter.

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Ok now we can begin YEAH!!!

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Chapter 2

Young 5 ½ year old Harry Potter sat alone in his cupboard under the stairs, he sat silently hugging his knees up to his chest. The little boy was slowly rocking himself back and forth, all across his little skinny arms where big black, blue, and purple bruises.

Harry had always tried to be a good boy, but every time he did he was punished. Ever since he had been able to talk and walk, he had always been very curious always wondering what the world had to offer. But as soon as he had begun to question the world the Dursleys were right there to squash his dreams, making him believe that he was worthless.

After Harry had become 3 he had asked the question, he meant no harm, but he asked about his parents.

That alone earned him one of his worst beatings he had every received, along with that he had been locked in the cupboard with out food for a week.

Harry, after the beatings steadily grew worse began to withdraw into himself. Never talking, completing his look of a cute little scare crow, he was very thin due to the starving his relatives put him through; his cloths were twice his size making him look even smaller.

At school he would always receive good grades, in the beginning though his teachers saw just how good he was, how he was a gifted child one whom will have a great future.

Of coarse the teachers wanting to show him off skipped him ahead a few grades then told his relatives thinking that as the best idea, this just got him punished.

After that he kept his intellect to himself never answering anything, and never really trying.

Now to make sure that he would stay smart and ahead of his class he read, stealing books that his cousin got during birthdays and would probably never read.

During recess at school he would waste at the library reading all they had to offer. By the time he was four he had fully taught himself how to read.

But today he had gotten this beating for what he perceived as nothing.

The Dursleys had suddenly wanted him to start making their breakfast, suddenly last week telling him that it was his new job. He though, had no experience in how to cook, as in turn making many mistakes.

His Uncle Vernon, seeing this as an opportunity to vent his frustrations beat him, complaining how they had raised them out of the goodness of their hearts, and how he wouldn't retuning the favor by doing a chore as simple as cleaning. Harry not knowing it was wrong fought back saying how it wasn't as easy as he perceived.

This as you can probably tell wasn't the smartest thing to say to some one who is well ten times you won size.

Poor Harry had learned his lesson now, as he had been sitting in the cupboard willing his stomach still which threatened to empty itself from the whole lack of food.

Harry knew he had had worse knowing that during some of the beatings he passed out from the pain, this time he had been aware the whole time, even though it didn't seem that great.

For the last half hour his body threatened to fall asleep, he had been fighting it knowing that soon his 'family' would be awake and he would have to do dinner. As though the sprits had heard him the cupboard door opened suddenly.

His Aunt Petunia stood there staring at him with a look only described as one mixed of hatred and disgust, she shooed him out telling him to begin making the dinner, also telling him that his uncle would be home within the hour.

Little Harry scurried to the kitchen and began pulling out some pots to make dinner, often having to stand on chairs just to be able to reach half of the things that he would need in order to cook.

After he was about done he heard the front door open violently signaling that his uncle Vernon had arrived home.

"Boy," this was what greeted Harry, it had never changed over the years,

"Dinner better be ready or you gonna get it!" Luckily for Harry he had finished while his uncle had greeted his aunt and cousin after arriving.

"Yes uncle," Harry said in a timid quiet voice.

Setting everything around the table he put the food and plates in the right spot for the proper person to sit and eat. Dinner luckily was a quick affair and his uncle seemed to be in a good mood, even letting Harry have a piece of bread and cheese to eat.

All that changed quickly with his mood when Harry, trying to carry all the dirty dishes to the sink dropped a plate and it smashed on the floor.

Just about instantly his uncle changed from his normal pinky colour to red and then moved on to purple. In Harry's opinion he looked like a big fat grape even though it really wasn't the best time to be thinking about that, damn his poor little four year old mind.

Before Harry even had the chance to apologize his uncle was on him grabbing him tightly by the cuff of his shirt and dragging him toward the cupboard, then dropping him right in front of it and began his advance.

Harry did all that he could to curl up tightly and to cover his face which unfortunately seemed to be his uncles favorite target in the whole ordeal.

Harry never caught much of his uncle's ramblings during the beating since the entire time he tries to keep the tears from coming.

Even though he was merely four he hadn't cried for years, often he felt like it but crying was a weakness, and often it urged his uncle on during the beating. Harry was now almost blacking out from the pain felt his uncle stop, and then heard him walking away.

He almost thought that he had gotten off easy until his uncle came back, even though he couldn't see anything he almost knew that his uncle was smirking. Wondering just what the hell this was all about he suddenly felt a pain that was much worse, willing his eyes open he looked at his uncle now almost wishing he hadn't.

In his uncles hand was a knife, to which his uncle was using to cut deep long gashes across his arms and legs. Looking at his uncles face he noticed the sadistic bastard was enjoying it, and also as he had guessed it he was smirking like there was no tomorrow.

"Well boy, you had ticked me off earlier this week and here I thought that you had almost learned you lesson, but then you dropping the plates which we had to wok to pay for was the last straw. Your just like your parents, freeloaders they were always leaching off good people. And your whore of a mother, black sheep of poor Petunias family dragging their good name to the floor, here we are taking you in and how do you repay us? Breaking our stuff and taking joy in it."

Harry by now had learned not to respond to what he said about his family, knowing he would only egg him on.

The next thing the little raven saw was blackness, and he welcomed it.

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Albus Dumbledore sat up in his office talking quietly to Remus Lupin, both whom were waiting for Professor Snape to arrive.

Each had a cup of tea in their hands and were sipping it when the dark haired man walked calmly into the room.

"Severus please, take a seat," the old man moved his hand across the floor where an old cheery wood chair appeared out of thin air. Severus took the seat gracefully, then took the tea offered by his old friend, (well semi friend) Remus.

Coughing slightly Severus began,

"Just what is the reason you called me here, I know it is seemingly not to chat I assume." Severus still looking clam locked eyes with the ice blue one across from him. Albus looked away from him, knowing that he shouldn't pussy foot around Severus, the man was not easily fooled. So he began,

"Severus, I have received warning from Arberella (sp?) and she has news, not good mind you, about your son." Dumbledore could now tell that he had captured Severus' attention, for he now looked less calm and worry showed in his eyes.

The past years had been rough on him, though he still refused to admit that he wanted his son.

"And...." Severus was waiting heatedly for Albus to continue, though he would never admit it to anyone he missed his son and he wished that he could hold him again despite what he though about himself being a father. Now with what Albus was saying he began to get worried over his son.

"Well, she said that she hasn't seen him at all, but when he was out doing gardening a few days ago, she said that he looked deathly sick, also disturbingly thin with cloths made for some one at least twice the boys size. She got worried and called me."

The potions professor now looked pale, well more then usual, and also looked murderous.

"Albus, even though I said that I would never be the right kind of father for the boy, that doesn't mean I wanted you to put him with someone worse!"

Remus whom had remained quiet the whole time looked up at Severus, "Then go get him,"

He said this very quietly, and both Albus and Severus turned to him, "He's your son is he not? He'd be better off with you, go get him and raise him like you should have from the beginning."

As Remus spoke his tone raised quickly as he slowly got angrier.

He loved Harry like his own son, no one should be put through what Albus was describing, especially when it could have been prevented.

"Severus, at least go check on the boy, Figg may be wrong I don't know, if he is fine leave him there if you wish, but if he isn't then bring him back. I can only hope that we are not to late."

With that Severus walked silently out of the room, leaving to solemn people behind. He walked to the apparition point and disappeared to number four Privet Drive.

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When he arrived he located the right house, walking up to it he did a simple unlocking charm. Walking slowly and quietly inside he saw that all the lights were off almost instantly telling him that every one was asleep.

Taking his first really look at the inside of the house he saw how there was almost no proof that another child lived there besides a very fat one which he knew wasn't his son.

He searched all the rooms in the house finding none that held his son; he even checked the basement for God's sake.

Suddenly he heard a slight movement coming from behind him. Quickly he whipped out his wand, half expecting some death eater to be standing right there, seeing nothing there she shook off the paranoid feeling, then after turning around again he again heard the small sound of movement.

Curiosity capturing him he walked over to where he heard the sound. It lead him to an old cupboard, reaching down to open it, until he realized that it was locked.

Suddenly something dawned on him, fear ripped inside of him, using a spell to quickly unlock the small door, he ripped it open.

What he saw inside must have taken years off his life, there was his son laying in the dusty cupboard surrounded by spiders and dirt, covered in bruises and cuts. He looked like the living dead, thin as a stick and swimming in cloths that he wouldn't even let house elves, if they wore them, wear them.

As carefully as he could, he picked up his son and he felt him stir. Big green eyes, which painfully reminding him of Lily looked painfully, as well as questioningly up at him, Severus just gave him a look that told him that now was not the time.

As soon as the boy stopped looking at him the poor beaten boy fell unconscious. Anger ripped inside of him, anger mainly for the Dursleys, but a small amount for Dumbledore for putting the poor boy here.

He would have to stop by later to 'thank' the family for the well being of his son, and he thought with pride, he would get Black and Lupin to help him.

Severus gained a sadistic grin on his face as he walked carefully out the door with his son in his arms.

He aparated to Hogsmade and almost ran to Hogwarts, hoping that he wasn't too late for his son.


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NO ONE

Surrounded by people

But I'm alone

Unprotected

And all alone

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Put up on display

For the whole world to see

The light may be bright

But it's dark to me

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All just seems hopeless

Its doomed before done

It seems I have lost

It seems they have won

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Hiding in darkness

No place to go

Life passes me drifting

Both to and fro

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From my point of view

No one is there

No one to help me

No one who cares

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So I sit here alone

In my shadow of doubt

Painfully alone

And don't want to get out.

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A/N finally done, I have now earned a new respect for those people who are able to write like super long chapters I mean this took me like an hour to write. Maybe I'm just slow, thinks hard dunno. One thing I have to say is that I'm sorry not to many people really talk in this but right now the thoughts are a little more important, but in later chapters I'll try to make them talk more. And if any of you have any ideas for pranks I'll greatly appreciate it, I mean he's living with Padfoot, there has to be pranks. Also I'm getting a head start on ideas for houses Harry should be in so vote for it.

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