The first thing Fredrick did when Harry agreed to stay with him was to have the boy take off his clothes so he could take pictures of his underfed body, as well as the pictures he'd already taken of him in his baggy, worn clothing. Harry agreed with little encouragement, but he wanted to know why. Fredrick sighed.

"Because the reason most people kidnap children is to hurt them. I don't want to hurt you, but most people will not believe that. I need the pictures so I can show them to people if anyone ever comes to take you away from me. They will help keep me from getting in trouble." Harry nodded agreeably. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he got taken away from Fredrick, as he would be taken back to the Dursleys, but he would do all he could to help Fredrick from getting in trouble if it ever happened. As each picture was taken, it was laid out in a row on the desk. Once they were done, Harry scurried over to the desk, absently pulling on the clothes Fredrick handed him, watching, fascinated, as the photos developed.

Fredrick handed him an envelope with a smile. "Would you write on this?" Harry nodded, taking the envelope and a pen, guessing this was another part of the plan to keep Fredrick out of trouble. "Write, Harry Potter, 6th birthday, July 21, 1996." Fredrick spelled the words out for Harry as he did so, struggling to make the writing as neat as possible, but it was still very sloppy. He was, after all, just turned six, and he hadn't even begun learning his letters until he got to school, though after he met Fredrick, they had worked on a lot of school stuff together, so Harry could catch up. Harry handed the envelope back to Fredrick, who placed the developed Polaroids in it, sealing the glue on the edge so it would be obvious that he was not looking at them regularly. 'Like I'd want to do that anyway. The boy's way too thin,' Fredrick thought absently as he worked. He put the pictures in the top drawer on his desk, along with his observations of the boy over the past year and a half that he had been watching him; though he had only approached him five months ago, he had been watching him far longer. Also in there were copies of his school grade reports that Harry had brought him, and copies of the work they had done together. He planned to have a large amount of evidence that he had only been helping Harry, and taking care of him and teaching him, while it had been his relatives who had mistreated him. And if they realized he had done what he was planning to do, well, a family that can neglect and starve a boy like that surely wouldn't hesitate to do other things.

Months passed for Harry and Fredrick in happy isolation. Fredrick had a computer, a new one, that he patiently taught Harry how to use, guiding him through the basic programs like Microsoft Word, Excel, and PowerPoint; Adobe Reader and Photoshop, before hooking the internet back up as a reward for his diligence in his studies.

He bought him CD's, and a CD player, and the boy listened to all kinds of music. He particularly favored the rap and rock, and Fredrick bought him all kinds of both, as well as classical or various types, blues, jazz; just about every type of music conceivable was added to Harry's collection, and he loved almost all of them, his tastes in music apparently being very eclectic.

He bought the boy clothes that actually fit -taking him all the way into London and making a day of it, leaving before the sun came up and not returning until well after dark to avoid notice- once he had brought the boy up to a decent weight for a child his age and you could no longer see his bones through his skin. The ladies at the clothing store he had chosen fussed over the boy, who squirmed uncomfortably at their fond attention, though he was grinning. Fredrick passed him off as a nephew by marriage, as they obviously weren't related by blood, with Harry's pale skin, black hair, and bright green eyes; so different from Fredrick's own swarthy tan, with amber eyes and hair. There were a couple of strange looks, as Harry had been put on the list of missing children, but people dismissed the likeness, as Harry was happily grinning and clutching his hand, acting as though he had been with him all his life.

The one thing that was missing in young Harry's life was socializing with children his age; as they were trying to keep his presence unnoticed he could not go around the other children anymore. Not that he missed it; the children in the village were always picking on him, or at least ignoring him, because of Dudley. He had Fredrick's almost constant companionship, and that was enough for him, which pleased Fredrick, as he wanted Harry to be just a little bit emotionally dependent on him. It would make it easier to coax the boy into doing whatever he wanted if he was the only person Harry had.

Six months later, he repeated the photo shoot, to demonstrate how much Harry had improved. You could no longer see his bones, and he had gained almost 3 inches in height. Harry was smiled happily through the photo shoot, where before he had been very nervous, and ran over to watch the photos developing as soon as Fredrick said he could move.

Even though he and Fredrick used up a package of film taking pictures of and for him almost every day, he was always fascinated by watching them develop, and loved waving them around to develop them faster. It was a constant source of entertainment for him to see how the blank gray of the film would slowly change into vague shapes and colors, and then into the pictures of whatever the picture had been taken of, first in the middle, then reaching out to the corners until all the gray was gone. It was to the point that Fredrick had to hide the film to keep him from taking it all up in one day. Fredrick watched him with a smile on his face, shifting slightly to hide his growing erection. Now that Harry was acting more like a normal child, he found his actions incredibly erotic. But he was afraid of scaring the boy with his desires. He didn't want Harry to pull away from him now that he really trusted him. He was rather surprised how much of a loss that would be.

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Alright. You're begenning to see a bit more of Fredrick's motivations here. Remember, I am not writing this because I find it appealing. I am defining their relationship because it will have a major effect on Harry's state of mind, and as I said in the summery, it isn't the usual expected reaction. And also, remember, despite what else he wants from Harry, Fredrick is genuinely fond of the boy, and mostly treats him like a son or nephew he's fond of. Mostly. He is being very careful not to frighten Harry, and to make Harry think he's the one in control of their relationship, and mostly he is, though Fredrick will manipulate him some to get what he wants, and make him think it's normal and accepted, which he'll accept, as he diesn't have any other influence anymore, and the only influences he had before were negitive.

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And I just couldn't resist putting in the bit with the Polaroid photos, because it was a major source of entertainment to me as a child.