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Desperate was the only word to describe how the now fifteen-year-old Harry Potter felt as he laid broken on the floor. No one had come to retrieve him . . . No one. He was forgotten like a discarded toy soldier that was no longer wanted by its owner. The last letter he had received was the one from Dumbledore, a week before his birthday making that two weeks without any contact. Vernon had been furious that no one had come for his nephew and he showed it that night as he gave Harry the worst beating he had in ages. And all Harry wanted now? He wanted for someone, anyone, to come and save him.

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Elizabeth sighted heavily as she stared up at the peeling grey ceiling lying on a bed in a room she had no desire to be in. The building was old and smelled like ancient dust. Three times a week it was crowded by Order members and echoed with noise as they discussed twenty million things at once and it gave her a migraine. The young Slytherin had been there for a week and a half; the Gryffindor's ignored her and pretended she wasn't there at all. Her room mates: Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley talked amongst themselves, no doubt discussing the fact that Elizabeth was ordered there by Dumbledore himself.

It was the last option he was given.

"Severus it's the best thing for her." Albus Dumbledore stated as he glanced over his half moon glasses. Elizabeth stood rooted next to her father in the massive office. Severus's face was emotionless but his body language spoke volumes: he was angry and deeply upset. His chest rose and fell at a rapid pace and the grip he had on her soft hand tightened immensity.

"She can either stay ay Headquarters or she can leave the country, your choice." Albus was persistent on getting rid of her, as if he wanted to make Severus's life even more miserable then it already was.

"Headquarters" Severus whispered his grasp slackening and his cold black eyes showing defeat.

The result was painful. Slowly Elizabeth sat up, her mind was spinning when she realized something . . . Something important.

"Hey Granger" Elizabeth called as she noticed the bushy haired girl walk past the open door, grabbing the other girls attention. "Is Potter here?"

"Um . . . Why do you ask?" Hermione questioned utterly surprised that the Slytherin was addressing her.

"I thought he was supposed to be here a few days before I was?" Elizabeth asked. "Or I was told that anyway but I haven't seen him. You guys couldn't have forgotten about him, could you?" Elizabeth couldn't help but smirk a bit as horror flashed through Hermione's features. Apparently they did, seconds later Hermione dashed down the stairs and Elizabeth couldn't help but follow, she had to see this.

By the time Elizabeth had reached the ground floor, Ronald Weasley was pounding on the door that lead to the kitchen, it seemed that Hermione had told him what Elizabeth had said and was determined to get the attention of the adults in the Order meeting.

"Keep it up; you may be able to wake the dead." Elizabeth smirked; the Slytherin in her couldn't help but surface now.

"Shut up." Weasley barked back at Elizabeth, his ears were red with anger.

"Don't get all touchy Weasley." Elizabeth stated as she pushed him and Granger out of the way before pounding a rhythm on the door causing someone to open it.

The occupants of the kitchen stared up at the three teens that stood in the doorway, the only thing that separated them? Mrs. Weasley.

"I'm sorry dears, but you are going to have to wait until the meeting is over." The old motherly woman explained as she attempted to close the door.

"But this is really important." Hermione protested, but the door still moved. "It's about Harry."

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Harry slowly sat up with his back to the door; it was a lot more painful than he believed it would be. With steady hands he pulled his bloody t-shirt off and scooted over to his trunk and pulled out one of several bottles of a healing salve. Carefully Harry unscrewed the lid and placed it beside him before he rubbed it on his tender wounds. Tears pooled in his eyes, but Harry refused to let them fall, he refused to cry. He was the 'Golden Boy' and had to be brave and suck it up, but he didn't think he could last for much longer, hopefully someone would notice his absence . . . hopefully. But he was losing faith in his friends and the people that told him they cared.

X X X

The Order members stared up at the teens with intensity, but none of the Gryffindor's spoke up.

"Um, I was just wondering if I was the only person who realized that no one picked Potter up a week ago." Elizabeth asked as her eyes fell on her father.

"Are you sure?" Sirius Black asked as he scrutinized Elizabeth.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure." Elizabeth replied as she turned her hazel eyes to the Headmaster who was now scanning the crowd for someone.

"Severus." Albus called drawling the Death Eaters attention. "Please fetch Harry for us."

"Why can't Remus do it?" Severus spat, annoyance was etched into his face. Albus knew how much he hated and loathed the child so why would he send him.

"Please Severus?" Albus asked in his normal calm tone. Severus huffed and then turned to see Elizabeth still standing in the doorway, before turning back to see the look on the Headmaster's face.

"Fine, I'll retrieve your Golden Boy." Severus sneered pushing himself out of the chair, scrapping the stone under it, making Black glare at him.

"Maybe you should send Moony." Sirius suggested.

"Severus will do just fine." Albus answered as he watched his Potion's Master stalk past the teens in the door.

X X X

Privet Drive looked like it was created by cloning, everything looked the same. Same houses, same manicured lawns. It was as if he had walked into one of those Home and Garden magazines Elizabeth's grandmother loved so dearly. With a heavy sigh Severus tracked up the street. His muggle clothes drew no attention from the neighbors that where watering their lawns and talking to friends. Finding Number Four Privet Drive was no hard task as his eyes read the addresses upon the house fronts, but it seemed getting the occupants to actually answer would take a bit longer than he would've liked. Five minutes later the door flew open revealing a very angry looking man.

"Mr. Dursley I am here to pick up your nephew." Severus stated in an emotionless voice.

"You're a week late." Vernon practically shouted at Severus.

"There was nothing I could do about it." Severus stated as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I was just ordered to come and pick up the brat."

The voices carried up from down stairs and into Harry's ears, it was oddly familiar but he couldn't place it. The healing salve had taken the edge off of the pain but he still hurt all over. Moments later thunderous footsteps echoed up the carpeted stairs making Harry shake in horror as he thought his uncle was coming back to finish what he had started. The frail bedroom door flew open with such force it should have come off its hinges.

"Get your things and get the hell out of my house freak." Vernon yelled at Harry. "One of your kind is waiting for you down stairs." Harry stared up at his uncle in disbelief, maybe someone did care about him. Slowly and under the intense gaze of his uncle, Harry gathered up his belongings before limping down stairs. His school trunk banged on every step as he descended the stairs, Harry ignored the glares he was receiving from both his Uncle and the teacher that hated him the most.

"Any time today would be nice Potter." Severus growled as Harry finally made it to the bottom of the stairs and stopped for a moment before Severus roughly grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the house.

"I don't have time for you." Severus stated coldly as Vernon shut the door behind them. Maybe Harry was better off at the Dursley's.

Author's notes: Yes another chapter up and the longest yet! Hope you like it.