"Talking"

"Thoughts"

"Spells"

jh831: No one person was the base of this idea so I can't say who he will be like, time will tell as he grows older.

Man of Constant Sorrow: While I do enjoy a Harry/Daphne pairing I do not plan on picking her. I will probably pick a lesser known girl so I can alter them to be more like someone Harry would want.

I do not own Harry Potter.

Harry Potter was having trouble wrapping his head around what was happening to him, when he first met Mr. Jacobs the man seemed to know him and even knew about his scar. He had thought about that when he went to get the cigarettes, he hoped that this man knew about his parents and that's why he recognized him. He thought Mrs. Jacobs seemed nice but noticed she too seemed surprised to see him there and it only made him more curious.

"Here you are lad." Harry looked up as Devin sat a steaming plate in front of him. The Shaggy haired boy completely lost all thought as his stomach took over and he began to eat.

"Enjoying yourself dear?" Harry looked up from his food to see the Jacobs and Charles coming towards him, each taking the open seats.

"Yes ma'am." Harry said as he swallowed the mouthful of egg he was eating.

"Well that's good, why don't you finish up and then we want to talk to you about something's." Sarah watched as the young boy nodded and began to eat faster, Michael stood and walked over to Devin.

"Make sure were not disturbed unless it's an emergency." Michael could see the confusion on Devin's face as to what was going on but knew it wasn't his place to ask questions.

"Yes sir." Devin replied and went back to cleaning the glasses. Michael nodded and headed back to the table. Harry was finishing up his meal and Michael gave a nod to Charles.

"I'll take care of this Harry; you go on back with Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs." The large man said with a smile, Harry nodded his head and was surprised when Sarah took his hand and led him back to the office. He wasn't used to people being so nice to him and wasn't sure how to act.

"Now why don't you take a seat right here Harry." Sarah said as the entered Michaels office. Nodding Harry went to the aforementioned chair and sat down he had reverted back to his self-conscious attitude and stared at his lap.

"I'm sure you have so questions so why don't you ask them and will do our best to answer." Michael said as he moved to his chair whereas Sarah sat on the edge of his desk close to Harry.

Harry sat silently as he thought about what to ask and what they might not tell him even if he did. "Why am I here?" It was a simple enough question and he thought it might answer others.

"Do you know what a bookie is Harry?" Getting a shake of the head Michael nodded and continued. "Basically your Uncle made a bet with me about the last football game and lost. When he came to talk to me about the money he owed I found that me and my wife have something in common with you." Harry looked up surprised by the news. "So I had your Uncle bring you in so we could talk."

"What do we have in common?" Harry asked extremely curious, both of the elder magic users smile.

"What do you know about magic Harry?" Sarah asked.

"It's not real." Harry automatically answered, earning him a frown from both the Jacob's.

"Oh but it is Harry and like us you can use it, you're a wizard Harry." Sarah flicked her wrist and a wand appeared startling Harry. She turned and cast a spell silently; Harry's eye brows almost flew off his head as he watched the empty chair next to him float into the air and around the room. Sarah smirked as she watched Harry's face show utter amazement, after circling the room with the chair she placed it back down and turned fully to Harry. "Do you believe now?"

Harry couldn't find his voice so he nodded his head, they all sat silently for a few minutes before Harry was finally able to process the information. "How do you know I'm a wizard?" He did believe them because after that show the few times strange things happened around him seemed to make sense. Sarah and Michael shared a look and seemed to have a silent conversation before Michael let out a sigh.

"It's very complicated Harry but we'll give you a quick history lesson." He stood and walked around his desk to sit next to Sarah. "You see years ago there was a Dark wizard who wanted to kill people he didn't feel were worthy to be wizards. He was very powerful and had many people who agreed with him, many people either died or fled the Wizarding World in fear."

"Then on October 31st 1981 the Dark Wizard was killed, no one knows exactly how it happened all we know is he was beaten by a child." Harry's eyes slowly started to widen. "Yes Harry you were that boy."

"B-b-but how?" Harry asked as he shook his head not believing the words, suddenly Sarah was kneeling next to him holding his hands.

"Like we said Harry no one knows what happened that night just that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named died along with your parents and you survived." Sarah replied while rubbing Harrys arms for comfort.

"My Parents." Harry asked weakly. "But Uncle Vernon said they were both drunks that died in a car crash." Sarah and Michael looked surprised but both should have assumed his relatives would lie to him.

"Harry I may not have known your parents personally but trust me your parents were far from that. Your father was an Auror, that's like a police officer, I'm not sure what your mother did but it was well known she was extremely intelligent." Michael said from over his wife's shoulder. Harry simple starred at them, tears forming in his eyes as he heard about his parents even if it was very little.

Sarah quickly pulled some tissues from her purse and then let Harry calm down before they continued, it was obvious that the treatment of Harry by his family was more than they had thought. "We'll give you a minute to take everything in dear." Sarah took her husbands hand and led him out of the office, Charles closed the paper he was reading and looked up at them.

"How's it going?" The large man asked as he eyed them, Michael sighed as he walked over to the table.

"Slow, kid knew nothing of magic or even his own family." Michael rubbed his temples, he didn't think it would be this slow moving to gain Harry's trust.

"His relatives told him his parents were drunks." Sarah said with a huff. "The nerve of them, lying to a child about something like that." She wasn't the most caring person in the world but even she wouldn't do that.

"It's going to take us more time to get information out of Harry." Michael said to Charles. "But I know for sure you need to go give his uncle a visit and make sure he understands that Harry is now under our care. He'll still come back every night but if Vernon so much as looks at him cross well.." Charles chuckled at the comment and understood the meaning.

"Why will you send him back?" Charles asked, he assumed they were going to take Harry in.

"Until we know how Harry is being watched we can't let him be away from his home to much." Sarah cut it. "Ask his Uncle if he knows anything about that, maybe a neighbor that is always asking about Harry."

"Alright." Charles said as he stood up and adjusted his suit jacket. "Where's he work?"

"Let me get his card." Michael jumped up and walked back into his office emerging a few minutes later with a card in his hand. Charles looked it over an nodded.

"I'll be back later." The large man announced as he headed to the door.

"How was he?" Sarah asked her husband.

"Stopped crying and he seemed fine. What more should we tell him?" Michael responded.

"Why don't I pop back home and get some books." Sarah said as the idea popped in her head. "We can answer his questions and give him an idea of the Wizarding World."

"Sounds good, I'll keep him company while you're gone." Nodding Sarah gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and Disapperated from the room with a loud pop.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Grunnings Drills xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Vernon Dursley wasn't sure what to make of his meeting earlier, on the one hand he got off paying his debt without injury but on the other he know had to deal with more people like his sister in law. He hoped that the freaks would take in his Nephew so he didn't have to deal with him but he knew his luck wasn't that good.

"Mr. Dursley." Vernon turned when he heard the voice of the office secretary over his intercom.

"Yes Rebecca?" Vernon liked the girl, not to pretty that she makes the other woman jealous but enough to catch their clients eye when they walk in.

"You have a man here wanting to talk about ordering some new drills for his company. Has your card and said you came recommended." Vernon grinned; this was just the thing he needed to turn his day around.

"Send him up." Vernon said before pulling out a comb and mirror from his desk, he had to make sure to look presentable to clients. "Come in." Vernon called out when he heard the knock at his door; he hopped up to meet the client but went pale when he saw Charles enter.

"Hello Vernon." The fat man started to go pale as Charles entered the room and took a seat. "You'll catch flies like that." Charles remarked at Vernon's open mouth. Vernon snapped his mouth shut and quickly moved to the door, cracking it open to see if anyone was looking towards them.

"What are you doing here?" Vernon asked in a loud whisper. "I did everything you asked, if you have problems with the boy it's not my fault."

"On the contrary Vernon." Charles said calmly as he looked around the office. "You see were quite happy with young Harry but my boss had some concerns." Vernon gulped as Charles stood. "See we don't like the way you treat him and I'm here to stress how much we dislike it."

"What lies has he been telling you?" Vernon shot out hoping to turn this conversation around, he couldn't afford to get in a fight at work.

"He hasn't told us anything." Charles responded but held his hand up to silence Vernon. "He didn't have to; just looking at his clothes and how he acts its obvious something is going on. So here's the deal." Quicker than Vernon could see Charles grabbed him by his shirt collar and slammed him against the wall. "You're going to stop any mistreatment of your nephew, that includes calling him names or yelling at him got it?" Vernon quickly nodded. "Now tell me if any of your neighbors ever take an interest in Harry."

Vernon was confused by the question but thought about it quickly. "Figg, Arabella Figg." Vernon gasped out. "Old woman that lives down the street, always asking about him when she talks to my wife and is the only one on the street that will look after him if we need a sitter." Charles nodded and let go of Vernon.

"Alright, here's how this is going to work." Charles said as he began to crack his knuckles. "Every morning you will bring Harry to the pub and we will bring him home at our leisure. You will treat him like a visiting guest; you don't bother him and will make sure he knows not to bother you." Vernon nodded quickly; he honestly was okay with the deal. "Good, now what can you tell me about Albus Dumbledore?"

Vernon's face screwed with confusion as he thought about the name, he knew it but couldn't place where. "The man who left the boy." He yelled when he finally remembered only to clap his hands over his mouth. "I mean that was the man who wrote the note telling us my sister-in-law was dead and to watch the boy. Said as long as we did my family would be protected from them freaks."

"Still have the letter?" Charles asked as he thought over the information.

"No, tossed it the very same day." Vernon replied with a shake of his head, Charles nodded and clapped Vernon on the shoulder.

"Alright Dursley, that's all I wanted." The brute began walking to the door but turned before he opened it. "Remember no hassling young Harry, and that goes for your family to." Vernon nodded quickly again just wanting the man to leave. "Good man, hate to have to come see you again." With a sinister grin that sent a shiver up Vernon's spine Charles left the office and headed back to the pub.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Privet Drive, Little Whinging xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Sarah let out a sigh as she walked down Privet Drive, it was late in the afternoon and she was ready for this day to be done. After retrieving several books on the Wizarding World she and Michael had spent hours answering question form Harry, who she found to be rather intelligent when given positive reinforcement. Once Charles had returned and given her the name of a neighbor she talked to Harry about the woman and agreed she was the one reporting to Dumbledore. She then had Charles drive her a block away from the street and wait, that way none of the neighbors would see the car.

Her first stop was number four on Privet Drive, the Dursleys home. Casting a notice-me-not charm she began scanning the house and found it was heavily warded, though she was not too familiar with wards she had some knowledge but she couldn't tell what these did. Sighing she turned back to the street and walked up to number eight. She dropped the charm and checked her clothing, preparing for the most dangerous part of their plan. With a quick knock she prepare to draw her wand if need be.

"May I help you?" Mrs. Figg asked as she cracked the door open just enough for her to see.

"Hello, are you Arabella Figg?" Sarah asked while using the most sugar coated voice she could.

"Yes I am." Arabella said as she pulled the door open just a bit more.

Sarah pulled out a fake business card she created and handed it through the crack. "Jessica Winters, I work for an organization for animal rights." The older women's eyes widened at that and Sarah held back a smirk. Figg closed the door quickly and Sarah heard the sliding of a lock before it opened again.

"Please come in, come in." Mrs. Figg said emphatically, Sarah put up a fake smile and entered the house. She immediately noticed the house had a very distinct smell to it, just as Harry had said, and she saw several cats walking around. "Care for a cup of tea dear?"

"That would be lovely." Sarah said with her fake smile. "Now the reason for my visit is.. Stupefy" Sarah had drawn her wand as soon as Arabella turned her back and the woman fell face first onto the ground. Nodding to herself Sarah walked over and flipped the stunned body so she was on her back. "Legilimens" Casting the mind reading charm Sarah was surprised to not find any resistance, something only found in Muggles as magic gave everyone a small shield to the art. Carefully searching the old woman's mind Sarah found she was a squib and an old acquaintance of Dumbledore's whose job was to check in with monthly update of Harry unless a problem arose.

Sarah took her time to learn all the things Dumbledore told her, though it was not much, before she stopped her charm. Wordlessly she obliterated herself from the squibs mind then implanted a false memory that would make her think Harry got a volunteer job at the library so he wouldn't be around during the day and she already informed Dumbledore so she wouldn't bring it up. Sarah grabbed her fake card and then cast a quick notice me not spell on herself then revived the woman, Arabella shook her head confused as to why she was on the floor but shrugged and got up to go about her day.

Charles watched as Sarah came out of the house with a large grin on her face and got in the back. "How did it go?"

"All according to plan, she won't notice Harry's disappearance and won't inform Dumbledore." Sarah replied with a real smile. "It was easier than I expected because she wasn't a witch."

"Well that's good." Charles said as he pulled out into the street, Sarah simple nodded her head and began to plan Harry's new schedule.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Bridge Street, Little Whinging (Two weeks later) xxxxxxxxxxx

Harry Potter was reflecting on the past two weeks of his life and couldn't help but smile. Ever since he had meet the Jacobs his life had gone from shit to meaningful, he learned about magic, his family and was allowed to be himself without fear of out shining someone. The Dursley's now treated him like a ghost now, he walked in the house every evening and out every morning with his Uncle and they never said a word. Dudley had tried to hit him after a day of his new life but to his and Harry's surprise Vernon yelled at him and threated to ground him if Dudley or his friends ever bothered Harry again.

"Harry dear come down please." Harry heard Sarah yell and he looked himself over in the mirror again. Since he started living, that was the easiest way for him to put it, with the Jacobs he had gotten a new wardrobe. Today he was dressed in a white short sleeve collared shirt and kakis.

"Coming." Harry called out and made his way to the door, pausing to take a deep breath to calm his nerves. Today he was seeing a healer, something Sarah and Michael said he needed to do so they could get him to his proper height and weight.

Making his way down the stairs of the house Harry walked into the living room to see all the windows had been covered with blinds and the furniture pushed back to the walls. A stool sat in the middle of the room and standing behind it where Sarah, Michael and who Harry assumed was the Healer. He was an average looking man with thick brown hair and a thin moustache.

"Harry this is Healer Bishop." Michael said as he gestured to the man.

"Hello Healer Bishop." Harry said as he held his hand out but the Healer was in shock.

When he was approached to do a private physical for a member of a prominent family he agreed, even if he swore on his life and magic that he wouldn't reveal any information on it. He assumed it was for a pureblood family and they had gotten injured from some dark spell or curse and didn't want it getting out to the public but never in his wildest dreams did he think it would be for Harry Potter.

"Mr. Potter, it is an honor." Bishop finally said after getting over his shock, as he shook Harry's hand his eyes never left the scar on the boys head.

"Easy there Mr. Bishop." Michael said as he pulled harry free of the healer, the boy looking shocked at the reaction. "Harry here is not used to such admiration."

"Oh yes, forgot myself there." Bishop responded with a light blush on his face. "Now I believe I'm here to give a physical, Harry would you please strip down to your skivvies and sit on the stool."

Harry shoot Michael a worried glance but with a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder Harry steeled himself and removed his clothes. The healer let out a hum as he looked at Harry, he had been doing this job along time and could recognize malnourishment easily. Not jumping wanting to jump to conclusions Bishop began an extensive examination; he chuckled at Harry's amazement when he cast spells but remand diligent in his duties. He tried to keep a straight face as he worked but he wondered how the Boy-Who-Lived could be suffering from malnourishment and improperly healed bones, his eyes went to the Jacobs and wondered why they would call him in if they were the ones who did this. While his oath said he couldn't reveal information about Harry he could easily go to the Auror's and report mistreatment of a child along with the Jacob's name. Shaking his head he continued with his examination until he jumped back in shock, startling everyone in the room.

"What is it?" Harry asked with a bit of fear in his voice.

"I don't know." Bishop said as he moved his wand back over the source of his confusion, Harry's scar. "Something is wrong with your scar; it is more than a wound."

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked as she and Michael moved closer.

"As I said I don't know, I've never come across something like this." Confusion was evident on his face so no one pressured him for information as he inspected the wound. "It's odd, it will require more study before I can safely say what it is." Michael let out a suspicious hum but Sarah swatted his arm. "Harry has your head ever hurt, right where your scar is?"

"No sir." Harry answered after a second, Bishop nodded.

"Alright, go ahead and put you clothes back on Harry." Bishop shot the Jacobs a glance and nodded his head to the side. Following the healer the Jacobs walked into their kitchen.

"Muffliato" Casting the charm as they entered Michael looked towards Bishop. "You have questions." Bishop nodded to the statement and took a breath.

"That's putting it lightly, looking around I wonder why Harry is so malnourished and has a few improperly healed bones." Bishop gestured around the kitchen as he spoke.

"That would be because we only recently took young Harry in." Sarah spoke, causing Bishop to look startled. "We met him quite on accident and took it upon ourselves to help him."

"I see." Bishop looked out the kitchen window and thought about what she said, it made sense to him seeing as harry didn't look the least bit uncomfortable around them. "But I thought Albus Dumbledore was looking after him?"

"Harry says he's never met the man and we believe him." Michael shrugged. "Harry was with his Mothers sister and her family, our best guess is that he placed powerful wards over the house and that was it."

"Still you would think the man would check in from time to time, this is harry Potter were talking about." Bishop nearly shouted out, his confusion growing by the minute.

"Look we can sit here all day and try to figure out what one of the greatest minds in Britain is thinking or you can help us help Harry." Sarah said with a frustrated sigh, Bishop nodded and took a breath to collect himself.

"Very well, as I said Harry is malnourished and has a few improperly healed bones. I will subscribe potions that will heal all of that but my biggest concern is his scar. While I can't say for certain what it is my best comparison is a curse scar." Bishop paused for any questions but when none came continued. "I will need to do some research on it before I can safely find a way to heal him."

"So you will need to examine him again?" Sarah asked, she was worried the more Bishop was around the greater the risk of him discovering they were not exactly the most moral people to be raising the so called Hero of the Light.

"Probably multiple examinations over time, I can't say for how long." Bishop answered. "I may also need to bring in others." Michael and Sarah exchanged a look, neither wanted to many people knowing about Harry now but were worried his scar might cause problems for him in the future so they had little choice.

"Very well but we will need to get an oath saying whatever you see and hear here will stay between us. That includes whoever you bring in." Michael said after some thought.

Bishop thought over the proposal. "How will I get anyone to help me if I can't tell them?"

"You will say you need help and can't speak of it, if they come we will get an oath from them and then inform them of Harry's situation." Sarah replied quickly, Bishop reluctantly nodded as it was the best choice he had.

"Very well." Bishop walked over and held his hand out to Michael. "I will owl over all of the potions and a schedule of when he should take them. When I have any ideas on what Harry's scar is I will owl to setup an appointment." Michael took the man's hand and squeezed tight.

"I hope you know what a risk it was for us to come to you Healer Bishop." Bishop let out little grunts as he tried to pull his hand free. "We don't want anything to happen to Harry and the best way to do that is keeping this as low key as possible."

"I understand." Bishop grunted as he desperately tried to pull his hand free, nodding Michael let go and smiled.

"Great, come let's explain everything to Harry and get your payment…five hundred Galleons wasn't it?" Bishop shot Michael a confused look and then slowly nodded his head.

"Yes that's right." Smiling Bishop thought this might be a worthwhile venture.