A Hero's cry

Thanks Jessica for editing this

Chapter 3

The next year was tough for both the staff and the little boy, they now all knew was Harry. He still had not believed in himself, thus his magic didn't react; he needed to believe he could do it for to get any reaction. He was too scared to get angry, which was what caused accidental magic mostly.

Harry used to get scared at loud noises and voices, the students were amazing though. The teachers had to leave classes to help Harry, but at first it was only Jean that could calm him. Only she really knew why, it was because she had a good resemblance to Lily Potter, he had felt safe with her, so she assumed he felt safe with her because of it. She was not to sure though, perhaps Harry really did just like her better than the others.

However, the worst was at night, he shared a room with other boys, they had decided to make him stay there immediately, because he needed to get used to it. He woke up screaming every night, scared and sobbing, the other students grumbled about it but didn't say anything, fearing that they would hurt the boy. Once the students had gotten their sleep they felt bad, they didn't understand really what the little boy had gone through. Jean had probably spent many nights with Harry curled around him, in Harry's bed of course.

It didn't last long; they had soon learned talking to him in soothing manners, and telling him fairytale and magical tales or real story's about life as mutants. So the students all knew about the little boy, they could not have not told them. Otherwise they may not have helped as much, but they did, soon the teachers didn't have to move at all. The students could handle him ever well, even at night, for the first year he crawled into the older mutant's beds at night.

He got on well with Bobby, a boy who could freeze anything and of course with ice. It was probably Harry's favorite mutant too, being able to make anything with ice, like ice sculptures and all the rest of it. He remembered when Bobby made him a small miniature teddy bear. He had giggled at that, and had wanted to change it so the bear was wearing clothes and just like him. Then suddenly the ice chanced, there was a small lightning bolt on the teddy and it was wearing miniature clothes. That was what truly set Harry's powers free, deep down the teachers new if it had not been for Bobby, Harry may have never truly believed in himself.

The teachers had been chuffed to bits, and Harry was pleased, after that there was no stopping him. He advanced from there, quicker than any student to walk the halls. However, Jean and Xavier were probably the most proud there, almost like proud parents.

They were like parents to Harry, if Harry needed anyone it was Charles or Jean he went to. If he wanted to learn something, it was Charles and Jean he went to, if he was curious it was Xavier and Jean he went to.

Charles Xavier and Jean did have him the most, but for most part he was learning new things. He was great for someone only at Mutant school a year; it suited the teacher's just fine.

Probably the most noticeable difference in Harry was that Harry had gotten really tall. Getting proper food into him and eating healthy unlike any other child, drinking milk and other good stuff for you. They could say that he was taller than any child at the age of nine. Speaking of nine, he had recently had his second ever birthday party, the first one with his parents, and the second this year.

They also celebrated that Harry had been at Mutant school a year, the students didn't go home. They stayed there, however, Bobby went home, his family loved him and though he went to school for the gifted. They didn't know he could freeze things or anything of the sort.

Harry had been disappointed that his friend or sort of mentor was not there for his birthday. It was all forgotten when he saw the crowd, and dare he say the presents, and the enormous cake in the background. It had been the best day in Harry's life, and could not help but think again, he was glad he had been saved. For no one else had saved the hero when he was in need of being saved.

Yes he knew he was a hero, having the power to read people's mind was not as good and nice as people would think. He had unintentionally gone into the mind of a Wizard, and had found out what had been happening in the wizarding world. He guessed it was his curiosity about the world that led him to actually being able to read the wizard's mind.

After that incident he had had to take meditation lessons, Storm was the one who taught him. Helping him by creating a sort of sound, like waves crashing of rocks and that. It was a soothing sound, and he got though the classes no bother, this had been when he was eleven years old. Also he had commented on how easy it was to actually get in, that had them teaching him how to clear his mind and stop anyone getting in.

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"Harry Potter" shouted McGonagall as he was the next on the line.

Albus Dumbledore sat up straighter, paying more attention to the sorting feast all of a sudden. Severus Snape scowled, probably thinking another Potter.

"Harry Potter" she shouted once more when no one came

Still, silence reined the great hall.

They knew that Harry was supposed to show up, thanks to the look on Dumbledore's face. He looked worried and scared, McGonagall looked flustered and even Severus Snape had a look on his face. It was hard to determine what the emotion was though.

"Moving" said Dumbledore, suddenly wanting the feast over with so he could go and fetch the boy himself. Wondering what could have happened that the boy was not there. Could it have been the fact that he had blocked too much of the boy's magic? No it could not be that, he would find out in an hour or so.

Blaise walked up, he was the only one left, before McGonagall could shout his name. Putting the hat on it shouted "SLYTHERIN" before the boy joined his new class mates.

"Minerva, Severus come" said Dumbledore making his way out of the great hall.

Severus scowled, and followed resultantly, Minerva was following Dumbledore in an instant, worried about their precious Savior. As they made their way out of the school, Dumbledore muttered, "What has he gotten himself into?"

"Doesn't want to take the train like everyone else, probably used to being waited on hand and foot" snapped Severus.

"He lives with Muggles Severus, to them Harry is not a Savior" said McGonagall shaking her head.

"Yes, but they were told, I'm sure Albus added how important he was in the letter that was sent" sneered Severus.

"Actually Severus I told them nothing, just that his parents had died by a madman" said Dumbledore eyes twinkling in triumph.

"Why?" asked Severus confused, Dumbledore was up to something he wanted to know what it was.

"Because I left him there so he would not be spoiled Severus" said Dumbledore, Severus caught a glimmer of pleasure in Dumbledore's eyes. His eyes widened, what on earth had the old man done?

Severus however, didn't say a thing, he knew better than too, he had realized as soon as he crossed over, Dumbledore was as manipulative as Voldemort. However, at least Dumbledore let him play with his potions, and didn't use the Cruciatus curse on him.

They found themselves in Privet Drive before they knew it, too soon for Severus' liking.

"The wards are down" said a shocked Dumbledore.

"What does that mean?" asked a worried McGonagall wand out.

"Only one way to find out" said Dumbledore his wand was drawn too, Severus had his ready as well, just not as noticeable as Dumbledore's or McGonagall's.

'Knock' 'Knock'

"Coming," yelled a woman's voice, as soon as she opened the door; "You" was all she said before slamming the door in their faces. She knew they were Wizards immediately; it had been McGonagall that had come to their home when she and Lily had been children. It was McGonagall that had introduced Lily to the wonders of the Magical world.

"Alohamora" said Dumbledore frowning.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE" yelled an angry man, who was really fat, and looked purple in the face.

"We will leave, as soon as you get Harry for us" said Dumbledore as pleasant as ever.

"Your too late, the brat is gone, and probably dead, and good riddance I say!" said Vernon angrily.

"What do you mean?" boomed Dumbledore, looking seriously pissed off, his plans had backfired big time.

"The brat is gone! Are you deaf, now leave my home" shouted Vernon, if the group had been nearer they would have been deafened and spat on.

"Severus, Veritaserum please, stupefy" yelled Dumbledore levitating the huge man to the couch.

"My pleasure," he didn't want to be in the company of a fat Muggle all night, an unpleasant Muggle at that, not that he liked any Muggles or anything.

"Stop it! Get your magic of my husband" shrieked Petunia.

However, she found herself stunned as well. Severus put three drops of the liquid into the obese Muggles mouth. Severus then spelled the man awake, he could not move because of the affect the Veritaserum was having on him.

"Where is Harry Potter," asked Severus sounding bored.

"I don't know," said Vernon.

"When was the last time you seen him?" he then questioned.

"Last time I did was when he was eight, when Petunia tried to get him up from the cupboard the next morning he was gone, probably disintegrated into the night like you people do" said Vernon.

"Cupboard?" asked Severus frowning.

"That's where the nasty brat slept, we put a roof over his head, and gave him some of our precious food and that's the thanks we get by the nasty brat dying, he should still be making out breakfast" said Vernon.

"Your breakfast, an eight year old cooked breakfast?" asked Severus appalled.

"He has been cooking since he was five," said Vernon.

"Why?" asked Severus angry now, how dare they treat a wizard like that.

"Because he had to repay us for the roof under his head," said Vernon.

"What else did you make him do?" asked Severus.

"He did the garden, and all the house hold chores, no point in my Petunia doing them when we have a useless worthless brat that can do everything" said Vernon.

"All house hold chores he is only eight" snapped Severus shaking angrily.

"Yes, and if he didn't do them I would beat him to hell and back, he made lovely noise when he screamed," said Vernon he could not stop himself, he was under a truth potion that even got your thoughts from your head.

"Oh god, I'm going to be sick" heaved McGonagall, really wishing she had protested more against the little boy going here.

"How did you beat him?" asked Severus, hoping it was just an occasional slap or kick just like his father had done to him. Nothing however, not even all his years as a Death Eater prepared him for this answer.

"Usually beat him with my feet until he was bleeding and begging for me to stop, I didn't usually stop until I broke something. But I cannot break his legs such a shame, he needed to do his chores. It was great watching him go around holding his broken ribs, my son loved to push him into walls and things too. The belt is the most satisfying, the buckle side" said Vernon.

Even this detailed description had Severus nearly puking his guts, the hate he felt for James Potter's son, Harry Potter vanished almost immediately. He could not hate an abused boy; he would not hate an abused boy. He would not torment an abused boy, who would probably be nothing like James Potter.

"Lets get out of here, there is no more use for us here" said Dumbledore, his eyes were not twinkling, but there was satisfaction deep within his eyes, also fear. Fear that he might never find Harry Potter, who seemed to have vanished.

"Are you going to let them off with what they have done?" asked McGonagall looking angry, her lips pursed together.

"We cannot let the Public know that Harry Potter is missing, the only person that will know is the Order and the Minister of Magic," said Dumbledore authority covering his voice.

"Very well" said McGonagall through pursed lips, it was obvious she disagreed with Dumbledore, and it was also apparent she would not talk to him for a long time.

Severus silently left; he had seen the fear and satisfaction in the old man's eyes. However, what he had happen to Harry Potter was way beyond his imagination. Swallowing the lump in his throat, there was nothing he hated more was people who abused children. He also knew Voldemort would be back, otherwise the mark would be gone, if Voldemort died that is.

He silently prayed that Dumbledore would not find the boy, but the boy would remain safe if he was alive. He knew Dumbledore would use him, mold him into his expectations. Harry who would probably latch to the first person he met for love, that was probably what Dumbledore had planned all along.

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What do you think of the story? will Dumbledore ever find Harry? should it be Harry that finds Severus? and Severus realizes who it is? shall Severus find out and keep it a secret, distracting Dumbledore so he never finds out? will Harry officially join the school for mutants when he turns eleven? will they manage to unblock Harry's power after what Dumbledore did? will I have Wolverine and Rouge in this story? will I have Harry help her control her power so she can touch people? only using it when she wills it? doing something no mutant has ever been able to do? R&R please! tell me what you think.

Thanks for reading, again sorry for taking it down,

Debs