Violent Tendencies

Disclaimer: I don't own Anything ecept for the plot.:P

Warning: Some foul language.

Chapter 2: Shelley

The man grinned. "My name is Ashe."

"Ashe..." Harry repeated sounding his name out before smiling to himself.

The door bell rang.

"Excuse me for a second Harry." he said as he got up from the table and walked out of the kitchen to the front door.

Harry went back to his breakfast and started munching on his pancakes.

After a few minutes he came back with a dumpy homely woman in tow.

Harry looked up at her tentatively and quirked up the corner of his mouth in a tiny smile. After all she seemed pretty nice. She had a homely motherly look about her. The same kind of look he saw on the TV at the Dursleys when he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse.

The woman cooed at him. "Oh my goodness. Your just adorable!" bending down to get a better look at his face and eyes she tutted some what frustratedly. "But your just too thin there Mister Harry." She picked up his arm and looked at the bones jutting out. "Much much to thin." She tutted.

Turning back to her host she guestured him to follow her back into the living room.

"Ashe that young boy has been starved for most of his life!" She whispered harshly, eyes filling up with angry tears." What sort of monster would do that to a child?"

"I'm guessing what ever muggle family he was placed with." Ashe sighed, running his hand through his hair. "When I found him he was wearing muggle clothing three times too big and was covered in blood and bruises. " Ashe turned to the mirror, balling his hands as he fought down the deep feelings of disgust and outrage towards Harry's guardians. " He was near dead Shelley."

Shelly put he hands to her face and scrunched up her eyes. A determined look flitted across her face a minute later before she turned to Ashe.

"You should take him in Ashe." she told him.

"Shell..." he began to protest.

"No Ashe. That boy, Harry, needs you. He doesn't need to be raised by those ignorant, abusive magic fearing muggles."

Ashe sighed. "Shelley do you know who the boy is related to? What family he is from?"

"Well...no...but what does it matter. They are hurting him. He needs a new home. You can provide that. End of story."

"No. It's not the end of the story Shell." Ashe turned to look out the window at the narled old oak tree. "He's from the Evans Family, Shelley. They have demon blood running through their veins. And there's no way that family will just let Harry go. He's way too valuable and a member of the main family."

Shelly stared at Ashe for a second her hands on her hips. "Since when has a poerful family ever stopped you Ashe from doing what you wanted to do?"

"You don't know what these people are capable of Shell. They will kill their own kind if they detect any form of weakness. They covet power, Harry... Harry's a very rare, and very powerful gem. The aura off of him is breathtaking and he's not even fully mature yet. I can't take him in Shell. I just can't."

"You oughtta be ashamed of your self Ashe." Shelley huffed out furious at the young man in front of her. "That boy needs you. He needs someone to depend on. Someone to love him."

"I'm not that guy Shelley."

"Yes you are. Remember Lily? Your cousin? Do you remember the way she was brainwashed and all of the things she was capable of doing when she first went to Hogwarts? At the young age of 11? The hardness that was enveloped around her heart? The cold calculating efficiency in which she did things. As if she were a robot? Do you remember when you were like that too?" Shelley looked at him eyes hard and determined. "Do you want that for Harry? Do you want him to grow up like you and Lily did? Like a robot a machine. Lord knows what they would train him to be. With his power they would more than likely do the worst thing imaginable and mold him into an unfeeling assassin."

Ashe looked at the door leading to where Harry was and thought of the little broken boy. How he flinched at any loud noise and warily watched everything and everyone as they moved, as if he was just waiting for someone to jump out at him and strike him at any moment.

The hatred he must have grown up with. To be only five years old and know nothing about a mothers love or a fathers playfulness or what it was like to have a happy home and feel wanted.

To only know anger and hatred and a cruel hand.

If he were to go back to that family, Harry would undoubtedly become the unfeeling weapon Shelley was talking about. To be trained to be ruthless, uncaring, unloving, unfeeling, a killer shaped out of hatred and animosity. He would be the best. He would be feared. He would be an assassin. Surely the family would never allow him to gain rank and become a top member of the main branch. Not with the power he held. No they would train him to eliminate the threats. To be completely and totally loyal to them and only them.

Ashe shuddered. Looking back at Shelley he saw her triumphant smirk and finally spoke. "Get the necessary papers ready. As of three nights ago Harry Potter has been dead. He died in an unfortunate car accident. As for my new charge I'll go ask him what he wants to do. Whether he would like to stay with me or go back to them."

Shelley bowed her head slightly. "If you will escuse me I'll get started on that right away, but first I want to say goodbye to Harry."

Harry was just finishing up his breakfast when Both the dumpy woman and Ashe came back into the kitchen. He tentavily smiled up at them as he placed his dishes in the sink, before going back to the table and grabbing the rest of the dishes.

Shelley looked at Harry curiously for a moment wondering what on earth he was doing.

"Harry?" Ashe called his name.

"Yes sir?" Harry replied timidly hands crossed infront of him eyes trained on the floor.

"I'll do the dishes later Harry." He said. "Right now though I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes. Will you follow me please?"

Harry looked up at him and Ashe saw the unease in his eyes.

He could just imaging what Harry must be thinking. Just wondering fearing if or when Ashe was going to suddenly turn on him and hurt him or tell him he has to leave.

Ashe turned away and walked back down the hallway to an oddly furbished room. Harry followed him after Ashe had gotten a couple of feet away from him and stared in awe at the different objects in the room.

It was like a giant library. It had books of all shapes and sizes along the walls and a giant ladder that you could stand on and twirl around the room to different sections. A lot of the books looked really old. There were jars full of weird animals. Things he never had seen before. Plants of every color shape and size. Another thing Harry noticed was the giant cast iron pot in the middle of the room on top of a pit with dying embers.

Ashe led Harry to a big black leather sofa and had him sit down while he took a chair across from him.

Harry sat there and waited for Ashe to say something. He was a bit scared and more than a bit nervous.

Ashe sat down and ran his hand through his hair again trying to find the right words to say to the skittish young boy across from him.

Running his hand through his hair was a habit Harry noticed Ashe did a lot. Especially when he was about to say something.

"Harry do you want to stay with me?" Ashe blurted out suddenly.

Harry sat there stunned. What should he say. This unknown man that had taken care of him when he had been hurt, had made him breakfast and even said he would do the dishes just offered him a place to stay. 'Should I say yes? Harry thought to himself. But what about Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia? What would they say? Harry shuddered at the thought of his Aunt and Uncle. They would never allow me to stay...

Harry looked down at his feet feeling a really heavey weight drop down in his stomach and a rock lodge in his throat as he began to answer Ashe." I really appreciate the offer Mr. Ashe b..but..."

All of a sudden a sharp pain pierced Harry's head and word's came back to him in jumbles...words that sounded so familiar but were to fuzzy to make out.

They seemed to be screaming at him, trying to stop him from saying no to Ashe.

Harry felt the phantom pain of a heavey foot repeatedly kicking him and the strange thingling feeling throughout his body as a strong pull at his navel became pronounced and cracking his eyes open a little bit he saw pitch black lines crossing over everything over the top of his glasses. Through his glass lenses harry noticed oddly, that the lines disappeared so he tried to look through the lenses and not over or under his lenses.

Ashe stared at Harry as he cried out in pain as he was speaking and clutched his head. The room was suddenly full of energy. Powerfull breathtaking energy. Both magical and nonmagical. Ashe looked upon the young boy in awe as his frame flickered momentarily. There was no doubt at all that this child was phenomonally powerfull.

After coming to his senses Ashe quickly moved over towards Harry and gently pulled him into his arms. He softly patted his back and ran his hand in soothing circles trying to calm Harry down.

It wasn't working.

What ever it was that was causing Harry this pain was inside him.

Shifting Harry to look at him Ashe grasped his small face in his hands and started trying to reach him. "Harry." Ashe called his name. "Harry you have to listen to me okay. You're alright. You're safe and sound. No one is going to hurt you."

The pressure in the room lessened considerably as Harry calmed down.

He looked up at the disshelved room and grimaced. "I'm sorry Ashe." Harry said. "I'll clean it up before I go."

Ashe put his hand on Harry's small shoulder and pushed him back into the couch. "Harry..." He began. "It's alright. Do you want to stay with me?"

"I...I do."

"Then stay. I'll take care of you okay."

"Okay." Harry softly said. "Are you sure?"

Ashe laughed. "I'm positive Harry."

Standing Ashe stuck out his hand and Harry tentively took it. "Now, Harry there are a few things we have to do."

"Okay."

"First, though, we are going to clean up the kitchen and then we have some papers to fill out okay Harry?"

"Okay Ashe." Harry replied smiling up at him and he went into the kitchen towards the sink with Ashe to do the dishes.

Ashe started washing the dishes and Harry was to rinse and place them in the dish strainer, and as he washe them he thought of what kind of cover story he should use, and whether or not to include Dumbledore into the whole plan.

Another thought that wouldn't leave him alone was Harry's family. What could he do to protect Harry from that power hungry, bloodthirsty 'family' and allow him to grow up as a somewhat normal child.

Ashe watched as Harry rinsed the dishes. A plan forming in his mind.

He would prepare Harry for his inevitable meeting with the rest of his family. Harry would be trained, and prepared to be able to protect himself and those he loved. But most of all Harry would be given a second chance and have the 'family' he was supposed to have in the beginning.

But first they needed to set everything in motion. They had a lot of things they had to do and a lot of work needed to be done.

Harry Potter will disappear, presumed dead, and in his place a stranger would arise.

A stranger who will get a chance to live a normal life away from the spot light as The- Boy- Who- Lived.

AN: I am so sorry this is so late. I had a visitor over for a month that I hadn't seen in a year and I really missed that person so it was really nice to get to see them again. Well hope everyone enjoys this chapter. There's probably a lot of spelling mistakes. I'm sorry. Well later dayz guys.

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