AN: So sorry for the delay. Don't you hate it when real life interferes with fiction? Well here's my next chapter and I hope you like it and yes I know my grammar sucks but constructive criticism is welcomed and I do accept anonyms reviews J

Satisfied with the boy's decision to follow, the police man took him by the hand and brought the child through a maze of streets that were unknown to the boy. Meanwhile, the child looked around him with unfeigned curiosity at all abnormalities that were around him and he wondered if he was brought here by some sort of magic (at least he knew that magic did exist) and had been taken to another world like the one in the photo his history teacher showed. When they both arrived at their destination, Harry could see another officer he slapped the officer he was with on the arm, then the officer continued coached harry into an office following quickly behind him.

- David hello, I need you to do me a favour.

David raised his head from his work and looked at the child and the man who dared to disturb him.

- What is it? he asked while grumbling.

I found this little guy in the street, he seemed frozen to death ... and a little hurt.

- I see a case of child abuse on a minor I suppose, "Sighed David Well before I sent him to the nurse he should be given something to eat.

Harry looked at the policeman with gratitude, he had thought would die of hunger. Yesterday, his aunt had deprived him of food and this morning he was not able to eat. A young lady, who seemed to work in the office, took him with her in a separate room to treat him, and once she completes her work, she gave him hot chocolate and a basket full of fresh croissant. Harry rushed over and literally devouring every bit the amused eyes of two policemen followed his movements but you could also see the pity. When his hunger was somewhat satisfied, Harry returned to the office where he was expected but the seriously thrown at him suddenly gave him a strange desire to leave.

- Well, first tell me what's your name, asked David and putting the paper in his typewriter.

- Why? Retorted the child.

- So I know what happened to you of course.

Here it is, what he feared was happening, they would ask questions and bring him back too the Dursley's. Panicked, he wanted to get going, but the door was closed and the policeman who had found it blocked the passage. Seeing his distress, David tried to reassure him but it didn't help. After a few minutes of comforting words, Harry looked for a solution; he should avoid at all costs any possibility of being returned to his uncle ... unless he does what the hero's of Dudley's comics do and simply change's his identity. Yes, maybe it will work, he would try.

- I'm...

- Yes? Asked David.

- Alex. My name is Alexander.

- Okay, "replied the man who does not seem to have noticed the nervousness of the child. And your family name?

- Mercer, "continued Harry, who had read a second sheet.

- Alexander Mercer? Uncommon but well, said the policeman typing. Now, tell me how you're left with such injuries. You've been hurt?

- Yes, the child replied hesitantly.

- What are your parents did one do that to you?

- No! they ... they are dead.

- I am sorry for you. Do you live with someone else in your family?

- ... My great uncle, Harry lied.

- What's his name?

This time the child did not answer, having no desire to find a new name. Putting is silent on the account of fear, David did not seek further, he would research it latter. For half an hour, the questions followed, and Harry tried to somehow make up a story: he lived with his great uncle who hated him and used him as a maid in his house he could not remember the address, and the 'was beaten because his uncle had drunk too much he also added that they had to move the same day to another city to find work but he was left behind .

Finally, once the depositions were taken, David asked Harry if he wanted to complain about the ill treatment he suffered at the hands of his guardian. He refused since did not feel that he should if hes to keep his lies valid as possible. The two officers tried to convince him to do otherwise but the child remained firm in his decision. The two men then left the office to discuss the case, leaving Harry, or rather Alexander Mercer now, ill at ease. When he returned a few minutes later, David came up and said in a gentle way:

We made a decision, Alex. Until you find your great uncle will take you to an orphanage not far from here they will take care of you.

Alex paled. An orphanage? Several times his uncle had threatened him with it. But between his uncle who beat him and a place for children without parents, the choice was simple. After all, maybe he would not be too unhappy there, he may even be adopted soon. Yes it was the best choice.