A/N: Yes, these are probably a bit boring at the moment, but I promise you they'll get better and longer (that a hopeful). As I said before, I'm in a hospital, so my time to write these are limited. Hopefully, I won't have to use this excuse much longer.

Harry is nine at this time...the first chapter was simply a prolouge, even though it does say chapter one. I'll fix that when I have the time. Hey, I know there are Beta readers out there! I really would like one myself. I am a Beta Reader personally, but I'd like other peoples opinions!

Okay, some will say these next chapters are a bit fast paced, but I do this fo a reason! The first couple chapters will go fast years-wise because I want to have Harry, actually Aiden if you will, to start Hogwarts are Chapter Five.

Dedicated to:

Sierra Sierra, who also has a great story going on at the moment. Rah, Rah to my best friend in the real world and here on fanfiction!

Yes, I'm done now. READ! NOW!!

Chapter Two: Caught

Harry let the man lead him away from the park for aways before pausing and letting his surroundings sink in for awhile. It had been years since he'd ventured this far from his home at the park. The farther from familiar territory he was, the more danger he was in. After all, as a young homeless boy, no one had an ounce of respect for him at all. They only cared about whether he had money...or perhaps even food to feed themselves with. Somehow, Harry managed to fend off any thieves for the past two years, because they weren't very sneaky. The homeless were only desperate.

Still, Harry led the same life they led, and he knew why they did what they did. As grown-ups they needed a lot more to survive. More food...more room for shelter...some had even more mouths to feed at home. Harry had never sunk ow enough to steal from another like himself. He had, of course, stolen from a supermarket a couple of time before moving onto another, then another. Even he needed food to survive.

Luckily, he had been food deprived at the Dursley's too, so this really wasn't much of a change. In some ways, the homeless life was much better than life at the Dursley's. When homeless he didn't need to be a slave for him 'family'. He didn't need to rush to do all his chores just to avoid being beaten. He didn't have to live a life in a little cupboard beneath the stairs. This way he was free to do what he pleased, even if the bed was lacking satisfaction.

"Aiden?" Harry refocused on the man, making sure to still avoid his gaze. If there was one thing he'd been taught by Vernon, it was that eye contact was extremely forbidden. "Aiden, are you coming along? I don't think it's best for a little boy like yourself to be out here by yourself for the rest of your life. You can still have a great life."

Harry still didn't truly trust the man, but he seemed kind. Or at least, he was kinder than Vernon, his aunt, and Dudley. Harry didn't like how the man was trying to be silent. Harry had years of practice from his shoplifting, but this man had no hope. His footsteps still rang out loudly in Harry's ears. "Where are we going?" Harry asked, wanting to be smaller so he could sneak away from this mans persisting gaze.

"My house." the man said simply, looking a little mystified by the question. Henry, Harry remembered, His name is Henry Shayde. Awesome name. "Are you scared?" Henry asked, concern shining in his eyes. Harry shook his head. Admitting a weakness wasn't allowed in his world, though he was scared. Never before had another person approached him without meaning harm.

"Aiden." The man took Harry's hand in his own and said, 'you have the right to be scared. You've most likely been through a lot. It's not a weakness to say you're scared every once in awhile. If you are, you can tell me. I'll help you, Aiden, but only if you let me." Henry's eyes were shining, as if he was about to cry. "Will you let me help you Aiden?"

Harry looked at the man, knowing now that it was only a trap. Help...Help was only offered by those who were kind to him at first, and then hurt him later. Harry snatched his hand from Henry's with a look of defiance on his face. "No!" Harry shouted shaking, and backing away. "Get away from me!"

"Aiden..."

"Don't talk to me!" Harry screamed at the man, not quite sure where all this anger was coming from. "You're like them," He spat out the last word. "They were suppose to help me, but they hurt me!" Harry whimpered at the memories. "They kicked me out!" Harry was prepared to run when he felt his invisible scar blister with pain. With a shriek, Harry toppled over, clutched his face. Tears contorted his face as the spasms rocked his body. Harry remembered having these before, when waking up from the horrible dreams with the green light. It had never been this bad.

"AIDEN!" He heard the voice bellow from nearby, buy it became fainter with every shout. "Aiden! Aiden! Aiden!"

The darkness settled in around Harry, and the pains stopped. he sighed as he was washed over by the darkness, leaving that voice behind. "Aiden...Please, Aiden..."

When Harry was waking, the first thing he felt was the scar that wasn't there and the pain that was most certainly there. As of late the spasms had become more frequent and they made him feel drained for days after. His body still trembled with pain, but around him there was comfort...so much comfort. A pillow..."Huh?"

Harry shot up, leaping out of the bed with confusion. It was obviously a bedroom of some sort. Who's, he couldn't tell you. But it was a rather nice bedroom. It had blue walls and matching carpet. As he gazed around him at the plain, but still elegant, room he suddenly felt another presence in the room. Behind him stood Henry. Harry tried to avoid eye contact, but he wasn't able to and he soaked in the mans own pain. Harry backed away from Henry again, not making eye contact again. It was all a trick. A nasty cruel trick. This seemingly nice man would turn on him like everyone else. "Aiden, please. Just stay still. I won't hurt you, see?" He held up both his hands and Harry winced again.

Harry shook, but stayed on spot as he allowed the man to approach him. As the man neared him there was another voice, "Henry!" Harry flinched and back away again. This time he settled on the bed but was still uncontrollably pale. "Henry, get your butt out of that room right now! You've hidden in there long enough! Come out and act like a man!"

Henry sighed and gave Harry a small smile. "My wife." He said slowly, as if awaiting some reaction in the boy. "She's as mad as a bull right now. It's going to take a long time to get Anne to calm down this time. She doesn't know I brought you here, you see. I was waiting for you to wake up." Harry kept his mouth firmly shut. "I've got to go calm her."

"You can tell her, you know." Henry looked at him surprised. Harry realised it was the first time he'd spoken so weakly. "Unless I'm a problem. I'm always a problem. Can I leave, sir?"

"Sir isn't needed, Aiden. A Henry would be nice. I don't like sir much. No ones understood why..." Henry looked dazed, then snapped back to his own wits. "No, I don't want you to leave, Aiden. You're only a boy. I'd like to tell Anne about you if it's the right time."

Harry shrugged. "Might as well tell her now. She'll just get even more angry at you if you wait longer."

"Thanks, Aiden." Henry strode over to the wooden door that opened as Henry twisted the lock. Harry paled a bit. He couldn't stand being locked in. Locks had always locked him in the cupboard, and locks locked him in here. He felt trapped everywhere. "Anne?"

"What?" Harry tensed as he heard the woman shout from nearby. It sounded young, almost as young as the man. "Why are you hiding behind a door? I've always hated people disturbing room that needn't be disturbed." Harry knew she was probably giving Henry a very nasty look.Harry almost felt sorry for the man.

"Anne, if you would please calm down so I can explain?" There was a pause. Harry hated being trapped in this room, knowing that just past this door two people blocked his flight to freedom. "Thank you. As you noticed, I came home two night ago-" Harry felt his legs go numb. Two nights? "And I stayed there."

"Yes. It was hard not to notice. I hope you have an excuse."

"Might as well get right to the point." The door opened and Harry found himself suddenly starring right into the eyes of a very pretty blonde woman who was probably entering her early thirties. "Anne, I'd like you to meet Aiden. I picked him up a few nights ago when he got...injured."

"Oh, you poor dear!" Harry gaped at the woman as she started to fuss over him. "You're awfully skinny aren't you? You look horrible! I have got to get something in you right away! How long has it been since you last ate?"

Harry tried to mentally calculate. "Well," He said cautiously, "if I've been out for two days, then it would have to be a week."

This time it was there turn to stare at him. "A week?"

Harry nodded, "It doesn't matter that much to me. I'm use to it.I was taught not to need a lot offood when I was little..." Harry shut his mouth. He knew he'd given them too much information. Now they would ask him and he would have to give answers. 'Why must I screw everything up so horribly?'

"Who were you're parents, Aiden?" Henry snapped. "Who were the people who decided to not feed you?"

"It-it wasn't my parents!" Harry knew he had to defend them, just in case. "My parents weren't alive at the time..." When Harry saw the gleams in the other two peoples eyes, he knew he had to tell them something. "My parents died when I was one, you see and my aunt and uncle took me in. They hated me though, and their son used me as a...a punching bag."

Harry was smuggled in another hug by Anne so he stood there, confused.. Why were they acting so nice? He was a nobody...He was undeniably useless. He wasn't worth a hug. He'd never been worth a hug. Why were these people trying so hard? Harry squinted and bit his lip as Anne touched him on his shoulder. He shied away from her. That bruise was still new...and it hurt. "What is it?"

"Aiden, pull up your sleeve."

"N-no."

"Aiden!"

"Fine!' He let them see the bruise, along with a couple others that hid under the street thin shirt he was wearing. "It's no big deal." He said. "I'm just a little boy, a weakling. They take advantage all the time. I'm used to it."

"Aiden,"

Harry's eyes flared. "You're on their side!' He shrieked, "I knew it! Just get away from me!"

"Aiden..." Henry said hopelessly. He watched as the boy looked at both of them,the small amount of trust in his eyes dissolved right then. "We don't even know why they are! They're just questions."

Harry was confused. These two people, Anne and Henry, seemed so nice compared to everyone else he'd met in his short lifetime. They truly were just questions, but not questions Harry felt comfortable with answering. He really wanted to believe they didn't mean any harm, but he'd never known an adult who didn't beat him up because he was weaker. The rich kids tended to hurt him too, but Harry didn't like recalling all the times when the older kids jumped him.

He took a deep breath as he remembered how he'd gotten the latest bruise. The one on his shoulder that both Anne and Henry had asked to see.

Flashback

It had only been two nights ago when Harry was tucking a package of crackers in his pocket after a recent trip to the supermarket. Of course, it was stolen food. Harry didn't hear it as a man, skinnier than even Harry himself, snatched the crackers from his pocket. "Hey!" Harry yelped, spinning around to confront the man,"That's mine!"

"Sure it is." The man sneered. Harry couldn't help but notice what a ratty look he had to him, though his clothes were shabby, but made of very material. He was once rich, by the look of his clothes, and he just simply wasn't rich any longer. " You stole it. I watched you. It was fair game, you stupid kid. You stole it from a store, so I stole it from you."

Harry knew it wasn't worth getting in a fight over. They were only crackers, but it had been three days since he'd last eaten. "Give me them back." Harry struggled to sound brave, but there was a slight ting of fear in his voice and it didn't go unnoticed.

"You don't deserve it. Now, I'm leaving with my meal. I thank you for stealing i just for me, It was ever so kind of you." He laughed and Harry snapped.

The man flew backwards and he crumple as he connected with a wall. Harry winced as he heard a loud crack. His eyes bulged as he scrambled towards the man who was lying in a weird position. Not really wanting to touch the man, he shook as he felt for a pulse. Finding one, he sat back in relief, closing his eyes as he clutched the crackers that had somehow managed to find their way back into his shaking hands.

"Idiot." Harry's eyes flew open and crept towards the shadows as a second man entered the alley. "Who beat you up this time?" The man kicked the injured man. "Come on, get up you great lump! I'm not carrying you this time.

"Kid-..." Harry heard the man barely manage to gasp out. "A kid." He stumbled over to Harry who was no longer trying to hide. He was frozen in fear as the man swung a fist. Harry knew avoiding it would be easy but he only just managed to jerk his face away. The blow landed heavily on his left shoulder. He found back tears as he felt.

He was back at his park by the time Harry remembered he left the crackers back at the alley.

"Severus, have you anything new to tell us of?" Albus Dumbledore's eyes hadn't twinkled in quite a few days, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the Order. Even as he talked to Snape, potions teacher and trusted spy, he didn't sound his cheerful self. Snape looked at him with a small sneer.

"Of course not, Headmaster. He's gone. Why would I have any information?"

Albus didn't seem any more discouraged. "I've got information to relate to you. As The Order of the Phoenix,it's you who should know the truth." He sighed. "As I've already told Minerva, Harry Potter isn't on the List to go to Hogwarts. Ever." There were gasps all around and whispers broke out everywhere. Dumbledore held up his hand and the conversation ceased. "As you we all know now, he disappeared two years ago from his Aunt and Uncle's house. The disappearance was found out only recently, so there are no search teams out yet, and I believe we shouldn't send any out.",

"But Dumbledore, his life could be in danger! We must look for him!" Molly Weasley shouted, appalled.

"I don't believe his life to be in danger. I put two and two together. He ran away two years ago, in sad condition I must add. He's young, at the time only seven. Its a harsh world on the streets and the last two winters have been unconditionally harsh also. He's not on the List...I think our Harry Potter is dead."

The Order sat stiller than they probably ever had. No arguments broke out. There was only the shocked silence at the news that the The Boy Who Lived would now be The Boy Who Lived Only To Die On The Streets A Couple Of Years Later.

All was not well at the Order.

Okay, the last couple of paragraphs weren't originally in this chapter, but while I was typing this got added somehow. My format's probably messed up...oh well. And, please review. Constuctive critism is needed!! review, message, whatever. Just tell me what you think.

Don't worry. Harry isn't going to be here for long...looks around with an evil look