Yipee! Update! Whoo! I want to thank everyone that reviewed, just short of 40 reviews for the last chap o.O it amazed me. I kinda lied last time, the other story I mentioned, also has more reviews, for its 45 chaps, it has about 237 reviews. Lets see if we can top it:) I think this is my favorite chap so far, I love the beginning. Now, read, and I'll talk more at the end:D

Harry woke up slowly. His eyes were covered in sleep, but, for the first time in his memory, he was comfortable in his sleep. He tried to stay asleep as long as he possibly could, not wanting to wake up from his dream.

He was disturbed, however, when he felt something hit his back. Suddenly fearing that he had overslept, and his aunt was trying to wake him, he twisted to sit up. The next second he found himself on the floor, with his butt hurting.

He turned around to see a couch behind him, and not the Dursley's horrible puce green one, a nice blue one. He quickly got to his feet, and took in his surroundings.

He was in a dark living room. It has simple cream walls and a television on a stand against one wall. To his left was a sliding door to a back yard. Right behind him was the couch, and an open door. Pictures covered the walls, as well as the tea table.

Sprawled on the couch was a girl his age. She was sleeping on her stomach, with one of her arms hanging over the armrest of the couch. Her moving leg let him know that she was the one who had kicked him.

Harry smiled. For the first time in his life, he felt safe where he woke up. He didn't have to duck as his cousin tried to fill his cupboard will dust. He didn't have to hear his uncle's comments on his hair. He didn't have to make breakfast, only to get a slice or two of bacon himself.

He walked over the screen door, and learnt why the room was so dark; the sun was barely over the trees that lines the back of the yard.

With a glance back at Kelly, he unlocked the door, and slid it open. He breathed in the fresh air as he stepped outside. He move slowly through the dew covered grass, until he reached the play house.

Harry had never seen a play house like this at someone's house. Not even Dudley had one. It looked more like it belonged to a park.

It was almost completely made of wood, with only a metal slide and some rope added in. You could get up either on the stairs, or with a rope web that led straight to the tower. The tower; that was something itself. It was so tall, that Harry could stand up straight underneath it, and the slide started on a platform connected to the tower. The stairs ended on the first level, which had slated walls, and a curved roof. In one corner of the first level was a small table with three stumps around it for seats. To get from the first level to the second, Harry had to walk along a thin plank, while holding onto ropes on either side.

Harry quickly made his way up the rope web, and climbed into the tower. However, he did not stop. Instead, he continued his way up to the top of the towers pointed roof.

From here, he could almost see over the trees, and the sun as it rose behind them. He let out a deep breath. He felt something he had never felt before. He felt safe.

Kelly winced as she moved her head. This was why she normally didn't sleep on the couch; it only ended up painful. She arched her back in an effort to stretch, but soon gave it up as a lost cause. Yawning, she sat up, and tried to stretch with her arms in the air, only to give up on that as well.

Looking around the room, she grew confused when she didn't see Harry. She was sure they had both fallen asleep on the couch.

She stood up, and felt a breeze. Startled, she noticed the open back door, and then noticed Harry sitting on the tower of her playhouse. She smiled slightly as she walked outside.

Harry didn't notice her as she walked up. He seemed to be too busy watching the sun rise over the other houses. Kelly smile grew when she saw the clam expression on his face.

She made it all the way to the railing of the tower, where she precariously sat, without him noticing.

"I like it here," his voice shocked her. She almost slipped back towards the ground, but caught herself in time.

She looked back up at him once she had her balance back. He was grinning at her.

"I noticed you the moment you walked outside," he told her.

Kelly silently groaned. She had thought she had done so well. Above her, Harry laughed slightly.

"Where did you get the playhouse?" he asked her.

"My dad made it for me, when I was little," she replied with pride.

"He made this?" the boy gasped. "All of it?"

"Well, he did everything with the wood, then put the ropes and slide on."

"Wow."

Kelly couldn't help but grin at the reaction.

"He's really good with wood. He's made me a ton of stuff," she informed him.

"And he's about to make you breakfast," a new voice added.

The kids turned around to see Gibbs grinning at them.

"Come on," he added.

Within seconds, both kids were scrambling to get to the ground. Harry threw all caution to the wind, and jumped from the platform of the tower. He threw his arms behind him, and almost seemed to hang in the air for a second before landing. He leaned forward as he landed, causing him to roll to the ground.

Kelly stared at him for a second until he jumped up, laughing. Less than a second later, Kelly was on the ground as well, laughing right next to Harry.

"We better get inside," she wheezed.

Harry just nodded as they ran towards the door.

The living room smelt of pancakes when they entered. Kelly burst through the door next to the couch, and squealed.

"Pancakes!"

Harry followed her, laughing.

In the kitchen, Gibbs was standing in front of the stove, a plate full of the food sat on the counter next to him.

"Go wash up, and we can eat," Shannon's voice said from behind them.

"Okay," Kelly said as she grabbed Harry and dragged him towards the bathroom.

Less than five minutes later, they were sitting at the table, eating.

"These are really good, Gibbs," Harry said between bites.

"Thanks, Harry," Gibbs smiled. He was happy to see the boy much happier than he had been the day before.

"Kelly told me you made her playhouse," Harry continued shyly.

"I did," Gibbs replied.

"Wow, it's really cool. I've never seen one that cool before," Harry grinned.

Shannon laughed slightly. Harry really was a happy boy, even if he didn't have the happiest pasts. Gibbs glanced at her, and her smile dropped a bit. She knew what they were going to be doing later in the day, and hoped Harry was up for it.

"Harry," she started. The boy turned to look at her. "We want to take you to the police station today, and try to get you out of your relative's house."

Harry eyebrows furrowed.

"They cannot continue to hurt you, in any way," Gibbs explained.

Harry swung his legs as he sat in the wooden chair. He couldn't help but look around as he sat; he had never been to a police office.

The walls were a pale blue, and the carpet was off white. A bunch of wooden chairs had been pushed against the walls, and tables were set in front of a few of the chairs. The tables were covered in old magazines and newspapers. Harry reached out to grab one of the magazines, and flipped through it.

After deciding that there was nothing to read, he tossed the magazine back onto the table. Sighing, he leaned back and stared at the pictures on the wall. The one right across from Harry was Big Ben and the Parliament building from across the Thames. The one next to it was simply a hilly country side. One the other side was the cliffs of Dover.

His eyes locked onto the picture of the cliffs. The pure whiteness captured his attention. How could something that old, stay so clean?

"It is a beautiful sight, 'specially in real life," a deep voice broke his attention.

Harry jumped, and turned his neck to face the man. He had a thin face, with perfectly smooth skin. His hair was smoother to one side, and was a light brown color. His eyes were a steely blue. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, with a black tie.

"Dover, I mean. It's gorgeous. Went out there with a few friends when I was young; never seen anything like it," the man continued.

"Is it really that white?" Harry asked.

"They really are."

"Wow."

The man smiled.

"My name is Hugh," the man told him.

"I'm Harry."

"Well, hello, Harry," the man smiled again.

"You're here to ask about my aunt and uncle," Harry said softly.

The man seemed momentarily taken aback by the comment, but pressed forward.

"Yes, I am, can you tell me about them?"

"Well, Uncle Vernon works for a big company. He has guests over often. I have to stay in my room when they come over, or I won't get any food the next day. Aunt Petunia likes to watch the neighbors, and make sure they aren't doing better than us. Dudley, my cousin, is a bully at school. He's fat and really bad in his lessons," Harry told him.

"Have they ever hurt you?"

Harry looked back at the picture of the cliffs.

"Harry?" the man questioned.

"Not often," Harry slowly started as he turned back to the man. "Well, Dudley would whenever he had the chance to, but he bullied a lot of kids at school. Besides, I'm faster than him, so I can normally get away from him."

"What about your aunt? Has she ever hurt you?"

"No, she's never hurt me."

"And you're uncle?"

Harry once again turned to the picture of the cliffs. Hugh could see pain filling the boy's eyes.

"He doesn't hit me often," Harry whispered. "Only when he's really mad, and when I do something really bad."

"Is that where the bruise under your eye came from?"

Still staring at the picture, Harry lifted his hand to feel the healing injury.

"I was suspended from school for climbing the building. I didn't mean to, though. I just wanted to get away from my cousin, and suddenly found myself on the roof. Uncle Vernon didn't believe me, and sent me to my room."

"And, he hit you."

Harry nodded.

Hugh looked down at the notes he had gotten from the Americans who had brought the boy in. His eyes zeroed in on one line.

"Can you describe your bedroom?" he slowly asked the boy.

Harry dropped his gaze from the picture to the floor. He shook his head slightly.

"Please, Harry, I just want to help you."

Harry looked up at the man. The boy's eyes were wide, and slightly damp.

"I sleep in the cupboard under the stairs," he quietly said. "My aunt and uncle gave up enough for me; they didn't need to give up any more space. It's small, and dark, but I like it. I'm not very big, so I don't need an entire room, and I like the dark, it calms me, and I like the spiders, they don't bother me, and I don't bother them."

The longer Harry spoke, the faster his voice got.

"Calm down, Harry," Hugh interrupted. "How long have you slept in the cupboard?"

"Since I was four. Before, I lived in Dudley spare room. The cupboard was my present."

Hugh sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"What else have they done? How do they punish you?"

Harry glanced at the picture quickly before looking back at Hugh.

"They lock my cupboard, and only give me soup and water to eat."

Hugh felt something inside of him go off. He had just met the boy, and already liked him. How could anyone, especially his own family, do this to him?

"Harry," he softly said. "You aren't going to go back to that house, okay?"

Harry looked at him intently. It almost seemed as if the boy was searching for any hint of a lie. Slowly, he started to nod.

Constable Lee watched as the identical houses passes his window. His partner, Inspector Kinlan was driving them through a neighborhood in Surrey.

Lee thought about the people they were going to pick up. A well off family, who had good standings in the community, and a secret. They had abused their nephew.

Lee was disgusted. How anyone could abuse children was beyond him.

They turned down a street with even more identical houses. A few houses down, Kinlan pulled up to the curb, and climbed out. Lee quickly got out of the car, and rushed around the car to join his partner.

The house was perfect, just like the others. The grass was all the same length. The car was shining in the mid-day sun. The bushes were pruned with care.

Kinlan quickly walked up the path, and knocked on the door.

The man who opened it seemed to be bigger than both officers' combines. He took up the entire doorway.

"Can I help you?" the man asked gruffly.

"Yes, we wanted to speak to you," Kinlan replied.

"About?"

Lee stared at the man. Was he really talking like that to officers of the law?

"About your nephew, Mr. Dursley, and how he is treated in this house," Kinlan explained calmly.

The man looked aghast.

"What has he told you?" he spluttered. "We treat him properly. The boy is always lying. To me, to my wife, to his teacher, and now to the law."

Kinlan stared at the man for a second.

"May we come in?" he asked.

"Of course," the man quickly said, walking back into the house.

Kinlan and Lee followed him into the immaculate house. Lee looked around.

The stairs started right next to the door, and he could see the door to the cupboard. Pictures lined the wall. They all contained a large, blond boy. He was obviously the son. Lee, however, could not see any pictures of the scrawny boy he had seen at the station.

The man led them through some doors across from the stairs, and into a living room. A television sat in one corner, with a couch against the wall. A tea table sat in the center of the room, and two chairs sat in two corners. Lee and Kinlan sat on the couch, while the man moved the two chairs to be across the table from the couch.

"Who is it, Vernon?" a voice came from the back of the house.

"Some officers want to talk to us about Harry," the man replied.

A boney woman walked into the room, and looked at the officers.

"Please, we just need to talk to you right now," Kinlan told her.

Stiffly, the woman walked to the final chair, and sat down.

"Now, we've haven't properly introduced ourselves," Kinlan started. "I am Inspector Ralph Kinlan, and this is my partner, Constable Sean Lee."

"I am Vernon Dursley, and this is my wife, Petunia," Vernon replied.

"I wish I could say it is nice to meet you, but under the circumstance, and what brought us here, it, unfortunately not very nice," Kinlan continued.

Petunia turned to look at her husband. Her eyes were questioning. Vernon, however, stared at the officer.

"And what, may I ask, is the circumstance?" he asked.

"There has been a report filed saying that you have been abusing your nephew, Harry James Potter," Kinlan explained.

"Abusing?" Petunia spluttered.

"We have been doing no such thing," Vernon almost roared.

The man's face was slowly turning a deep shade of red. Lee glanced at Kinlan. The older man nodded.

"Would you please show us Harry's bedroom?" Kinlan calmly requested.

"What?" Vernon said. The calm question seemed to have shocked him.

"Harry's bedroom."

The last thing Arabella Figg had expected to see as she walked down Privet Drive was Vernon and Petunia Dursley being pushed into a police car.

The large man was extremely red in the face, while the woman had paled. Their son was being led to a car behind the one that held his parents.

She looked through the entire scene, but could not see a hint of Harry. A small bubble of worry rose up. What if something had happened to the boy?

Ignoring the crowd that was forming on the sidewalks, she turned around and started back towards her own street.

She walked quickly. If anything had happened to the boy, Dumbledore had to know, and he had to know immediately.

As soon as she entered her house, she grabbed the pot of floo powder, and threw some into the fire.

"Hogwarts Headmaster," she yelled into the green flames.

A second later, the figure of Albus Dumbledore stepped into her living room.

And so enters Dumby. I couldn't leave him out for long, could I? Anyway, this chap was almost 3,000 words before the ANs, I'm so proud *sniffs* I'm not sure when my next update will be. I leave for college on Saturday, and will not have internet access for the first week due to it being 'New Cadet Week.' So, if I can get another chap done be Friday night, even a short one, I will post it to help tide over. Otherwise, I will get it up as soon after the week as I can.