Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. God, I am sooo over writing this at the beginning of every single chapter! Geez…

A/N: Thanks so much to my faithful reviewers, I love youz all! Just three things you need to be aware of, one) aside from the bit at the end of the last chapter that I always put at the beginning of the next, Italics are Harry's thoughts. For David, Johnny and Beth's thoughts, I'll just write them as 'Beth thought' or 'As far as David was concerned…', two) David has an Irish accent, three) the pack (Johnny, David, Beth and now Harry) call children 'cubs' . Cool, now to the story ladies and gents.

Last Time: 'What? Did you think we were all going t' eat and not give you any? Look Harry, right now, it doesn't matter what your relatives did. We'll be keeping you fed, clothed and hopefully, happy, 'kay' Beth stated firmly. Harry nodded slowly, then a smile spread over his face.

'Kay,'

Harry opened his eyes slowly, cursing his imagination for coming up with a dream as real as the one he had just lived, wishing that there really were people who would take him in and care for him. It was almost ironic, how the dream only made you realize just how horrible the nightmare is, making the dream infinitely more attractive. He shook himself mentally, he was getting all mushy again.

He blinked, squinting at the light. Wait! Light?! Since when did sunlight stream through the nonexistent window in his much-smaller-than-the-room-he-was-in-now cupboard? Harry grinned as the feeling of euphoria spread through him. It hadn't been a dream. He really was here, in a dirty room, in one of the abandoned factories on the less reputable streets of London. And he was happier than he could ever remember being.

'When d'you reckon we can start teaching him to kick ar-' David asked.

'Shut it! You'll wake him!' Beth hissed.

'Yeah right! That kid sleeps like bloody sleeping beauty on pills!' he retorted. Harry bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. Deciding that now was probably the time to 'wake up' he yawned loudly. Beth glared at David,

'Told you you'd wake him!'

'Well he needed to wake up anyway,' said David. Beth huffed and sat down next to Harry.

'How're you feeling?' she asked him. He shrugged.

''kay.'

'How's your back?' she persisted. He looked at her in surprise,

'Fine,' he said.

'Can I see?' she asked. A look of fright flashed across his face, and then it was gone, a mask of indifference replacing it. He shrugged,

''kay,' and twisted so that his back was to her. She pulled his shirt up gently and stared. His back, which had been torn and bloody the night before, was now healed. Only a few scars remained, standing out among the pale, old looking scars that littered his back. David whistled,

'Wow. Some collection you got there, cub.' Beth smacked him on the arm; what was he thinking, being so, so, guy-ish! Men!

'How did you do that?' she asked.

'Do what?' the cub clearly didn't have a clue what she was talking about.

'Your back! Yesterday it was all bloodied up an' now they're all scars!'

'So?' He really didn't know that half-inch deep gashes didn't heal overnight. What kind of child was this cub? He could make objects float, fresh wounds into scars and he didn't know he wasn't normal.

'Never mind, cub.' David said. A silence settled over the room. Beth was the first to ask the question they were all stuck on,

'What now?'

I know it's not much of an update and I'm sooo sorry about the lame update and the lame cliff hanger, but I've got writer's block and thought you might like to at least read what I've already got. I'll update soon, promise.