BANG! BANG! BANG!

"UP! GET UP!" Petunia Dursley's shrill voice demanded impatiently, making Harry jerk awake with a start, groaning quietly as the young raven haired seven-year-old reached for his broken glasses, frowning at the crack in the frame and opening the door. He had grown up yet by looking at him you wouldn't be able to tell by quite how much, he was small and skinny, with signs of malnourishment on him. His hair was as messy as his fathers and his lightning bolt scar was barely covered by it. "About time! Breakfast won't make itself! Hurry up, Vernon needs to leave earlier and I won't have him going hungry!"

'So start on uncle Vernon's and have nothing for myself.' Harry thought bitterly, already knowing where this was going as his blonde horse-faced aunt stalked off into the kitchen. 'Even though we're the skinny ones who need it.'

He knew better then to comment aloud on his aunt's bony stature though, as he stalked into the kitchen. He set to work without a thought chopping up what needed to be chopped for the breakfast, mindless and clearly practiced.

Of course he was practiced. He couldn't remember the last time any of the horrible members of Dursley's family had ever cooked anything. Since he was barely five, he'd been treated like some kind of personal chef in the mornings despite his weak protests that they always said Dudley, Petunia and Vernon's son, was too young and he was older then Harry.

Nor did it matter to the family the consequences of cooking at his age when he inevitably couldn't do it flawlessly- "Argh!"

Speak of the devil… Harry winced as looked down to see he'd brought the knife clean through his finger with the last chop, though fortunately had only cut it open and not chopped it off.

And if he was being honest, the sharp pain of the cut wouldn't hurt as much as- THWACK! Aunt Petunia's frying pan to the back of the head.

'Ow…'

"Idiot! You're going to get blood in Vernon and Dudley's food!" His aunt chastised without a care for his pain as he held the back of his head with a hiss. "Wrap it up and get back to work!"

"Like a stay at home like you would know what work is." The quiet words escaped Harry before he had a chance to think and stop himself. His eyes widened and he braced.

THWACK!

"How dare you!" Petunia hissed angrily, going a brilliant shade of purple in her anger. "We took you in with the kindness of our hearts after your stupid parents went and got themselves in that car crash by being drunken idiots and you repay us by acting like a freaky disrespectful little brat!? No dinner! You will finish up and not come out that cupboard until next month! Do you understand me?!"

"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry said almost robotically with a nod as he stared into her blazing angry eyes. He had no idea where remarks like that came from, if he was to be truly honest. It was like they weren't even his words but like he was suddenly being made to read a script out sometimes.

And usually it ended in one of the Dursley's getting mad. Better his aunt than his uncle, Harry thought to himself as he waited for Petunia to storm off into the living room to calm down before he turned to the nearby tea towel he wanted to use to clean the blood from his finger, as at least his aunt would only hit him once for a comment like that.

He was sure if it wasn't for him being a freak he'd still have the many bruises of the times Vernon Dursley lost his temper. Not wanting to focus on that, Harry looked around to make sure no one would see him as he didn't want to be punished more before he lifted his good hand up to a tea towel across the room.

As though it was metal and Harry's hand was a magnet, it suddenly shot across the room into his grasp and for just a moment something settled inside Harry, calming his hammering heart from his aunt's rant.

Using his secret ability always did seem to help him that way, as though it was grounding him when he used it. He ignored the flash of red hair that went through his mind, kind loving eyes.

He didn't believe his aunt was telling the truth about his parents. They weren't drunks or idiots. He could remember three things about his parents.

The love in his mother's eyes as she looked down at him, a green flash and a scream he could only assume was from the day he was torn away from them so unfairly and a pink glow, a pink glow that seemed to assure him his parents loved him.

Loved him enough that they'd never have gone drink driving and risked losing Harry like they had. He wasn't sure how he knew, he just did, something deep in his soul sung with warmth to assure him of that truth.

He knew better than to ask questions though. Aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon had made sure he understood that rule. He understood that he was not meant to ask questions. He did not deserve answers. He wasn't to be trusted when he did and his own realization from dealing with them and so many unsympathetic teachers who took Dudley's side always had taught him to remember the rule that adults could not be trusted either.

He finished wiping away the blood and let go, yet the towel didn't drop the floor. Instead it steadily floated into the dishwasher which seemingly opened on its own and disappeared inside.

His secret ability was just that. Secret.

It hadn't always been. Since before he could form full memories, aunt Petunia had been beating it into him verbally and with uncle Vernon sometimes physically that he was a freak and that they would not tolerate 'His freakishness and abnormality in their nice orderly non-freak household!'

Harry hated it but he couldn't deny he was a freak. He must be after all. The Dursley's hated anything not normal so much and took so much pride in being normal that Harry knew he must be a freak if none of the Dursley's could move things the way he could.

In fact, no one seemed to be able to do it like he could as far as he was aware. He knew better then to ever reveal to anyone at his school what he could do with how the Dursley's treated him whenever they had saw it.

They were of the firm belief they'd managed to beat it out of them and Harry would prefer it stay that way. It was about the only thing about the things the Dursley's hated him for that he could control.

The other 'freakishness' as they would call it was never him trying to do anything, it just happened. An incident with a shrinking jumper, his hair growing back far too fast to be normal after a bad haircut, a teacher's wig turning golden.

One time it had been Harry doing it. Harry had learned to hate school, no matter how hard he tried, due to his shy nature, he never really made friends and Dudley had made many with whom he scared away everyone from Harry. Made many friends with whom he could torment Harry.

And one time Harry had enough, being chased in his secondary year of Primary school, scared and just wanting to be left alone and he'd lashed out, having used his ability to trip several of them up by pulling on their feet. He didn't dare do it to Dudley though, instead just being thankful when he tripped over one of his own friends.

Dudley hadn't been happy but at least no one had assumed it was due to him being a freak but just an unfortunate accident of Dudley's friend tripping and causing a chain reaction.

The raven haired seven-year-old shook his head as he levitated the plates onto the table, keeping an eye and ear out for any of the Dursley's. It was like his own secret rebellion in a way, using his power when they weren't aware.

Plus, he couldn't give up the single thing in his life that kept him sane and grounded. Kept him from feeling like he was going to snap under the scrutiny and mistreatment of the people who he was in the care of.

Even at his age, Harry was under any delusions about what his treatment was like. He knew it wasn't how normal kids were treated. Knew if Dudley was the one being treated the way he was there would be an outcry of horror.

But there was no outcry for him. No one cared enough about him to call out how he was treated, to even see how he was treated.

Or maybe they did, and just like the Dursley's told him, they thought it was deserved because he was a freak. With a depressed sigh, Harry shook his head of the depressing thoughts, vaguely aware he was back in the cupboard under the stairs again.

His only space to himself; a sign above him proclaiming it to be his bedroom in childish scrawling, a few broken tiny toys scattered on the shelves, a few pennies, a book on maths he kept from school and one on Latin he'd found out Dudley had stolen then left around upon realizing Latin wasn't a book on sweets like a girl had convinced him it was, were all that decorated the space. There was nothing else but spiders and cobwebs.

He preferred the books to the toys, even if he could rarely understand them in the later pages.

He threw his uninjured hand out noncommittally towards the door, vaguely are of it closing in response while his own gaze turned to where his cut finger was. He hadn't wrapped it up, there was no need.

After all, there was the other proof he was a freak just waiting to kick in now. And as if summoned by his thoughts, his wound glowed pink from inside before it began repairing itself, the cut closing and leaving behind nothing but a scar to fade.

Harry sighed. He was certain this was why the Dursley's were so nonchalant about hurting him. Because every bruise he got took no time at all to fade, every cut sealed itself up far faster than a normal human would expect.

Though it was hardly flawless. While the pain subsided, the marks never truly disappeared when they were bad enough, just waiting to be found. He still had a burn mark on his neck from one of his first forced cooking attempts.

In fact, it was the time where Petunia realized that Harry could be forced into the dangers of cooking at his age without care. Because as much as she hated the abnormality as did Vernon and Dudley, they seemed to enjoy hurting him more which seemed to make up for it.

Still, Harry would be a liar if the scrunched up faces of confused disgust and delight weren't a little funny whenever the Dursley's realized they had to sit through his freak nature to enjoy him getting what he deserved.

They thought they were the perfect normal family and Harry was a secret shame they reminded of his place at every moment.

Harry frankly thought (rather bitterly) that they were stupid jerks, with ugly faces to boot who wouldn't be able to survive without him if Petunia took Ill.

"BOY!" Vernon Dursley's voice roared and his cupboard door was yanked open, revealing a large whale of a man with a bushy black moustache and short hair whose eyes were simmering with barely contained rage. "Petunia's just told me of your disrespect! You have no idea the sacrifice we make letting a freak like you into this house, showing the kindness to you that we do!'

Harry gritted his teeth and reigned in his indignation, his want to scream back that the man didn't know kindness. He may have been angry at the Dursley's as his mind had been trailing over all the injustice they subjected him to, but he was not stupid. He knew what would happen if he lashed out.

"You will be getting a right thrashing when I get back, do you understand!?" Vernon snarled. "And I better not see your face at all beyond that for the rest of the day or you'll be in this cupboard until this time next year!"

With that angry threat, his cupboard door was slammed shut and Harry could hear the man storming away, and the very quiet sound through the walls of a car driving off.

Harry sadly knew this feeling of worthlessness, of knowing those around him had no kindness nor love to spare for him. This lack of love for him he felt in his soul. It was a painful feeling. it was a familiar feeling.

It was a daily feeling for him in the Dursley household, in house four of privet drive. The daily feeling of no love, no hope and pain both physical and emotional gleefully taking their place.

Silence permeated the room after that and with a suffering sigh, Harry laid back down. He knew a nap was not on the table, no matter how much he'd rather to just move onto a new day to get ever closer to a day when he might not ever be anywhere near the Dursley's ever again.

Until then though, he'd just have to calm himself down to deal with them going forward. Seemingly in response, the few tiny broken toy soldiers in the room lifted up and began to float around him, keeping his attention as he just watched them and focused on breathing.

He never noticed the pink and green glow of his eyes in his glasses thanks to his distraction. It was working.

He was calming down. He was-

The door opened and a moment later the shrill scream of Petunia filled the house. He already knew what was coming and practically blacked out as he was suddenly tore out the cupboard, vaguely registered another pan upside the head and a slap, the screams of freak in his ear.

He only tuned back in to hear Dudley, who was almost as fat as his father and as blonde as his mother, throwing a tantrum about having thought he wouldn't have to see Harry all day. The raven haired kid truly focused up at Petunia's response.

"You can play whatever game you want, my sweet duddiekins. Harry will play it with you if that's what you want or he'll be in even more trouble."

Aunt Petunia knew exactly what she was doing, Harry summarized as his eyes went wide behind his circular glasses and Dudley smiled cruelly. "I want to play Harry Hunting!"

"Then he'll help, sweetie. Just stay out the kitchen, both of you." She warned, her sweet voice slowly beginning to drip with venom near the end as she looked up and glared at Harry.

He knew he was screwed but he refused to be taken easily, turning and bolting up the stairs. Thundering footsteps alerted him to his cousin chasing behind him. There had to be a way out, a way to escape further torment until he absolutely had to deal with it…

He turned the corner up the stairs and waved a hand to throw every door open immediately (accidentally ripping part of the carpet in the process), hoping to confuse Dudley as he ducked into the boy's second bedroom with toys piled high and waved his hand to make his first bedroom's door slam shut.

His plan worked and Dudley was tricked into running into his own bedroom a moment later, however Harry knew it wouldn't last for long, he needed to find a good hiding place.

He spotted a small alcove with a cupboard tucked in and opened it, relieved to find it was small and empty, pushing himself inside easily with his small frame and waited, watching.

He heard Dudley's door open again and footsteps in the hall. The frantic checking of other rooms quickly before he stepped into his toy room, a look on his face like he was working out the world's hardest puzzle before smiling satisfied with himself.

He took a deep breath as he screwed his face up like he was going to cry and Harry went wide eyed as he realized what he was about to do. Not in any mood to get in more trouble with his aunt, Harry threw a hand forward and sent a toy out from the pile near Dudley, causing all the toys in the pile to come crashing down making Harry wince at the loud impact.

It shocked Dudley enough but Harry realized he was in for it now either way, as Dudley was now just going to cry about the toys as well if Harry didn't climb out.

So he did, surrendering.

The next however many minutes that passed were painful, very painful. With only himself playing, Dudley had decided he'd have to make his already normal painful punches that much more painful for the punishment of Harry being caught.

He was half-aware of the taste of iron his mouth by the time Dudley finished. Yet the nightmare didn't end as Harry choked back angry and pained tears. It was a bad day. A really bad day.

And considering what his days were like in the Dursley household, that was frankly an achievement in its own way. Still, it only got worse as he heard Dudley faking tears as he called out for his mother.

"MUM! HARRY BROKE MY TOYS!" Dudley fake-wailed as Harry picked himself up off the ground and staggered forward holding a bruised side. He didn't notice the pink glow or how it briefly faltered due to the amount of injuries as he came down the stairs and found Petunia glaring ice cold daggers at him.

"You broke poor sweet duddiekins toys?! Those were expensive and not for you to ever touch with your freaky little hands!" Petunia snarled protectively as she hugged a crying Dudley close in the kitchen.

"'Sweet little duddiekins' beat me up!" Harry protested, knowing it was pointless as his aunt shot him a glare

"Well you shouldn't have provoked him! Just like your father, only ever good for starting fights like the idiots you are!" Petunia shot back, opening her voice to declare a punishment before stopping. Harry assumed she stopped because of him as his eyes flashed angrily and he reached the end of his rope.

He didn't hear the door opening behind him.

"HE WASN'T AN IDIOT! YOU'RE JUST A JERK!" Harry shouted before thinking, vaguely registering the sound of a plate shattering elsewhere and the lights flickering for a moment.

A large fist collided with the side of his head, causing it to explode into pain and he felt himself picked up by the front of his short, coming face to face with a deadly looking Vernon Dursley. His voice was low, dangerous. "I return for just five seconds to grab my briefcase I forgot and what do I come back in on?! YOU DO NOT GET TO TALK TO ANYONE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD LIKE THAT BOY, YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BURDEN ON OUR LIFESTYLE AND IF I HAD MY WAY YOU'D BE IN THE STREETS BY NOW!"

"Vernon!" Petunia hissed, nodding her head at the door which was still opened. His aunt never had been the type to like the neighbours knowing about them despite the fact she spied on everyone else. Her husband didn't hear her.

"I TOLD YOU I DID NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE FOR EVEN A SECOND WHEN I CAME BACK AND THIS IS WHAT I WALK IN ON!? DO YOU WANT TO BE DISCPLINCED RIGHT NOW?!" Vernon yelled in his face, spit going everyone in his enraged rant. Harry was honestly starting to miss parts of it though. Between all the hits, the shock of Vernon's arrival and the pure adrenaline from fear and anger flowing through him… he was being overwhelmed. Vernon's voice went back to being low again. "That can be arranged, boy! Petunia, get my belt! Chop chop! By the end he might even see his worthless parents for a moment."

That was it. The final straw, Harry glared into his uncle's eyes and something must of shown in them cause for a brief moment Vernon went from cruel, angry and smug to shocked and worried.

"THEY WEREN'T WORTHLESS!" Harry screamed as he threw both his hands forward at Vernon, pushing with all his might and Vernon went sailing backwards, smashing against the mantelpiece in the living room and falling to the ground.

"VERNON!"

"DAD!"

The shocked shouts of the other Dursley's rung out as Vernon pushed himself up angrily, stunned but not down. "You will not use that freak nature of yours on me boy! You will not!"

He started pushing forward, getting up to storm at him. Harry felt fear rise inside and to his right he was aware that the other two seemed to be contemplating getting involved for just a moment to prevent him from doing anything more.

Yet all movement in the room stopped as a pink aura surrounded Harry for a moment before coming off him and swirling in the middle of them all, taking on a humanoid shape. Petunia seemed the most shocked, especially at the voice that came from it. "Finally, the requirements to bypass the restrictions are met."

Harry barely registered his aunt muttering something that sounded like 'Lily' under her breath with horror.

"BOY?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW YOU F-"

"Vernon Dursley." The aura stormed forward with amazing speed, growing in size to stand eye to eye with the man. "Harry James Potter was not the one who brought my presence. You were."

"I what?! Don't be daft! I would never allow something so-"

"Natural." The aura finished for him, an unhidden anger in her words. "I am no more then a force of nature, the same as the running water-" They could hear the sound of taps turning on all around the house "-the same as raging fires-" The cover over the fire place tore away and a fire began with in, crackling away angrily "-The earth of the ground-" They could hear the ground being dug away outside "-And the rushing wind."

Every single window blew in at once as the door smashed open and a cold overwhelmed the heat of the fire.

"I am a force you, Vernon Dursley, have defiled daily for the past six years, as has your wife." The aura accused harshly. "I am The Lady of Love, the personification of love itself."

"Poppycock!" The whale of a man snarled before suddenly being flung across the room once more onto a couch, where rope seemed to manifest out of thin air to tie him down as he struggled and let out muffled screams.

"You defiled me when a child, an innocent was placed in your care and you chose not love but hated for someone who has done nothing wrong in their entire life." Lady's eyes snapped to Petunia as her form before more clear. The blonde woman shut her mouth immediately where it had been open to protest before as she gulped. "You were about to object that Harry James Potter is a freak."

Oh great, even his delusions confirmed he was a freak.

"I am no delusion." Lady Love spoke up far kinder than before and Harry looked up in shock. The Lady walked across the room and stopped between Harry and his relatives. "And Harry James Potter is no freak. The only freaks in this house are the Dursley's."

"Excuse me?!" Petunia asked, eyes flashing with offense.

"I said you are the freak, Petunia Durlsey. You are the one who looked at a small child, a child orphaned and alone, afraid and in pain… and decided to add onto it. Decided to continuously hurt a child who until recently only ever was seeking to be normal, for approval. A child who has no idea his true origins and could barely act with those in mind yet you punished him for who he was born to, which he has no control over. You were the freak who looked at a child and saw a personal slave." Righteous anger coated every word of Lady Love's rant as she stalked closer to the woman. "You were the freak who allowed every abusive hit and attack, physical and verbal, on an innocent child who didn't deserve any of this. YOU WERE THE ONE ENTRUSTED WITH A YOUNG CHILD WHO NEEDED CARE AND CHOSE INSTEAD TO DEFILE ME, TO DEFY YOUR SISTERS DYING WISHES, TO BE THE SCUM OF THE EARTH WHO WOULD ATTACK A BABE FOR NOTHING MORE THEN BEING ALIVE! YOU, PETUNIA DURLSEY, ARE NOT JUST A FREAK, YOU ARE A MONSTER, A HORRIFIC ABOMINATION ON THE NAME OF PARENTHOOD!"

The house shook with every rage filled word and Harry shook as he slowly scooted away from the unexpected and bizarre confrontation taking place before his eyes. His origins? The Lady of Love? This was all so confusing…

Was this to do with his special abilities?

"You, Petunia Durlsey, are not normal." The pink aura of a woman declared finally, in a calm but deadly voice. "A normal mother would care for a child found upon their doorstep or bring them somewhere to be appropriately looked after if they could not do it. You are a freak. Lily Potter bound me to protect her son in the event of her death and I am appalled at you of all people defiling her final wishes. You are a monster, and your days of hurting people are nearing an end."

What on earth did that mean!?

"Young Dudley Durlsey!" The Lady of Love spun around, glaring down at the quivering fat seven-year-old who'd began crying for real. The woman leaned down and her voice was more calm. There was still an anger there but she was reigning it in. "You… are a child. A child borne to hatred against your cousin due to your parents. You believe your actions are normal because they are encouraged. They are not. I will not punish you the same way I will punish your parents for harming my charge."

"Charge?" Harry asked weakly before he could help himself, before pulling in on himself as the woman turned to him, worried she would chew him out next.

"I have no anger for you my sweet Harry James Potter." The Lady said gently as she sent out a wisp of a pink aura which began to gently stroke Harry's cheek as though it was a hand and he instinctively leaned into it as his body was filled with love.

With a maternal love.

"You are my charge." She explained simply. "I was bound to help protect you, to keep you safe, to ensure monsters like these could not hurt you."

Harry could barely open his mouth confused trying to think of his next inquiry when she continued.

"My presence should have been here so much sooner. I apologize, I have been restricted by the wards of this place, of the laws of manifesting magic around Muggles." Her eyes darted to Dudley as she said this. "And to the severity of the actions. I have healed you when I can yet until now I have never had the opportunity needed to strike back like I should have been doing so much sooner."

Petunia paled considerably.

"Yes, Petunia Durlsey, you have been lucky until now, but that luck is at an end." The Lady of Love declared as she flung a hand out. Dudley suddenly was lifted up in deposited inside the cupboard, the door locking closed. "He will get out when he understands how it feels."

"DUDLEY!"

"Not a suitable punishment when it is your own son?" The Lady practically sneered, putting a hand to Petunia's head. "Then you truly won't enjoy this."

"What ar-"

Petunia's eyes went wide and a moment later, a scream filled the house.

A scream that made Harry go white in horror of how terrible and pained it was. It only got worse as Vernon began screaming similarly as well from where he was tied up.

Yet the Lady Of Love didn't seem to hold any concern for them, turning and walking towards Harry, putting a hand on him. He flinched for a moment instinctively expecting to be hurt as well only to be wrapped into a tight hug.

The screaming cut out as Harry hesitantly hugged her back a single thought fluttering through his head as he realized sadly he'd never been hugged like this before. So full of love, of maternal affection. The hug of a mother looking after their child, even if that wasn't really the case.

"Do not worry, my sweet charge." The woman said in a far softer, far kinder, far more loving voice as she gently stroked his hair. "We will have you somewhere that deserves you soon enough."

"W-Who…."

"I told you. I am The Lady Of Love, the personification of Love." She repeated patiently as Harry turned that information around in his head a hundred times. "I should have saved you from them so many times before."

The young boy felt his heart leap into his throat. How many times had he dreamed of some stranger coming to him, saving him, telling him they knew his parents and would keep him away from the Durlsey's?

But he'd never once imagined it would be a lady of pure magic. The Dursley's had always insisted magic wasn't real.

"W-Why did you t-take so long?" Harry choked out after a moment, wincing as he didn't mean for it to sound so rude.

"I am sorry, so sorry, Harry James Potter." She said softly as her hands continued to gently soothe him. "I wanted to protect you, to take you away from the very first blow struck against you but there are laws, laws even pure magic cannot disobey. I am not allowed to materialize truly in the presence of muggles."

"Muggles?"

"Non-Magical people." The Lady explained simply. Harry wanted to say he was surprised she came for him then but… he wasn't really.

He'd never thought of it as Magic before, but he'd always known his abilities had to be attributed to something. Now he knew.

"Your ability to heal fast was me, you are correct. I may not have been able to manifest truly but I was sworn to protect you and did it in whatever ways I had available to do so. Your ability to move things though with only a thought…" She trailed off. "There is more to that ability than meets the eye and it is not even my own magic really. I will explain more when you are older and can remember."

"Remember?" He asked confused.

"I am sorry Harry James Potter." The Lady of Love sighed sadly. "But I am no more than magic. I cannot be the one to take you in, no matter how much I may wish to after the disaster of the Dursley's."

"Oh." Harry said simply, disappointment overwhelming him. "What happened to them?"

"Dudley Dursley is merely in the cupboard. He will be out before the day is over, do not worry. He only needed to understand what it would be like on the receiving end." She said as she finally pulled away and he was able to meet her eye…. Kind of. "As for Petunia and Vernon, I reflected all of your pain over the years onto them."

"…"

"That is to say, I connected with every moment of pain I have healed you of over the years and sent the feelings running through them for every single one at once. Do not worry, no matter how much I may have wished to have done so, I did not kill them. It was only sensations, not actual attacks."

"How does love do that?" Harry asked in wonder yet also slight horror as he backed away.

"I am merely a personification of a type of magic. A type of magic that can fuel all other magic. As such, I am afforded the unique capability to utilize all known magic and beyond, so long as Love empowers the actions behind them." She explained and Harry titled his confused as he opened his mouth. "'But those seemed more like actions of anger' is what you were about to say, correct? Or at least whatever the way of saying it in your vocabulary would be. An understandable confusion but I am not the manifestation of emotion of love, I am a manifestation of the magic of love. I can feel all sorts of emotions. My tie is merely to love magic alone which just happily is a conduit for all others. You may be surprised to know Love and Anger aren't so far apart and as my fury today was born of the love of your mother and her love of you and how it was being disrespected…"

Harry nodded his head to show he understood, if only very barely. "You… said I wouldn't remember?"

"It is for the best. There are times ahead when you will, I promise, but the wizarding world is not yet ready for you just as you are not yet ready for them." She said with a hint of sadness. "But know this, my sweet charge, I will protect you every step of the way from now on. Your mother's love is always there, looking out for you. Now, take my hand."

Harry hesitated, looking around for a moment first. He realized they weren't exactly anywhere, surrounded on all sides by nothing but white clouds with slightly pink hues and a fog all around.

There was nothing worth running off to. He turned back and bit his lip.

"Do not worry, you will not go back to the Dursley's. I will ensure that." The Lady Of Love said and with that reassurance, Harry sighed and took her hand as she asked. "I will let you peek the future for but a moment, for one moment it will be seen all around you. Do not fret about what you see, what you don't'. I only want you to find the one who you wish me to move you too."

He nodded his understanding before his mind was suddenly assaulted with visions.

A greasy haired man in a black cloak.

"Mister Potter, our new celebrity."

A blonde boy in robes with a green outline and a robe with a snake crest.

"Laugh it up now, Potter! You won't be laughing when my father comes to deal with you and that mudblood sister of yours!"

A kindly woman with a bright smile and flaming orange hair.

"Oh Harry dear, you just come sit down for a spot of breakfast. It's not your fault they took the car."

An old man with a silvery hair and beard.

"It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry."

A mountain of a man with a bush black beard and mane of hair.

"Don't ye worry, Harry. We'll get 'er back, together!"

A round faced boy smiling nervously at him, who looked to be about eleven.

"Thanks Harry. Guess I should have known the natural telekinetic would be great at tutoring for Wigardium Leviosa… Maybe now I can get Trevor back easier when he runs off."

A girl who looked to be thirteen with blonde hair and blue eyes, in black robes with a crest that bore a snake and green outlines.

"Are we really doing this, Harry? My parents, they won't…"

A pink faced girl with blonde pigtails who wore robes that had yellow outlines and a badger on the crest.

"I think it's possible he's using plants to sneak around undetected. A lot of people would look to spells first so it's not an insane theory… I think."

Two twins with fiery red hair, who bore a resemblance to the red headed woman from before.

"Nice try…"

"…Getting to Hogsmead, Harry…"

"…But you can't fool us!"

An old woman in an emerald cloak, wrinkles on her face taut with worry.

"Mister Potter, I assure you, you are no ordinary wizard."

A thirteen-year-old dark haired girl beaming at him, in dark robes with a red outline and a crest with a lion.

"Careful Potter, too many of these and I'm going to get the wrong idea."

A red haired boy with freckles bearing a resemblance to those who came before. He also wore black robes with a red outline and a lion crest.

"Sorry mate. I never meant to upset her like that…"

A blonde girl smiling dreamily wearing robes that had blue outlines and a raven on its crest.

"She's simply upset because she can't understand. Many are the same. I suspect it's why Ravenclaw wasn't an immediately obvious choice for her sorting."

And finally, a girl with bushy dark brown hair that looked as wild as Harry's own, brown eyes that looked both kind and yet protective and nice white teeth holding a wand with her in normal clothes was smiling fondly and yet exasperatedly.

"Honestly Harry. You'd think I was the young sister sometimes with how protective you get. I'm the one who is supposed to look out for my little brother, not that you make it easy at all with your troublemaking streak."

The visions ended and the words escaped him before he knew what he was saying. "Hermione…"

The Lady of Love smiled. "Hermione Granger. I saw it as well. So long as she is with you, you may not have need of me. I approve."

Before Harry could say anything else, The Lady laid a hand on his head and within one moment and the next, everything faded from his mind that he knew and he tumbled backwards what felt like endlessly until eventually ground rest beneath him.

His vision blurred and he looked around with a groan, aware of nothing but the pain of the bruises upon his body that had returned and the cut of his finger. A feminine scream got him to look up to see a vaguely familiar looking little girl barely close to a year older than him sprinting full pelt towards him.

"Hermione! Wait- OH MY GOD! HAROLD GET OVER HERE NOW!" An older woman cried. Harry was barely able to look up to see the young girl above him, their eyes meeting.

Despite the stress of the situation, for just one moment, Harry could see a pink aura glowing nearby as though approvingly and he smiled very lightly despite himself.

Then he fell into darkness, his consciousness washed away.