Finding Home

Welcome to my first ever time trying to write a Harry Potter story, but for those who are hoping this might turn into a story I must apologize for this is for the time being a on-shot. But if you enjoy it let me know and there might be a possibility of it continuing. This isn't going to be a kid-friendly story, and it is quite dark, mainly this chapter the rest I'm not certain yet. With that, I do not own Harry Potter and it belongs to its respective owners.

Dumbledore Bashing, Grey House Potter, and Harry leave the Dursleys

Harry is 8 at the beginning.

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Scotland

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"Master!" A small voice came out, bringing the aged man's attention away from what he was reading. Looking up from the map on his desk, the man found two blood-red eyes staring at him, and immediately he knew what was to come. "I be found him! I knows where the Young Master is!"

Something inside the aged man seemed to mend as he was given this news, and for the first time in ages, a smile dawned on his face. Walking around the table the man held out his arm to the small creature, he gave the thing a small nod and felt the excitement in its eyes. "Take me to him, Azazel. Take me to my great-grandson." With a simple nod, the creature grabbed the man's arm, and with a pull on his belly they left the manor.

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Dursley's Household

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Harry was in pain, his vision was blurry and lopsided, his body ached and most of all his voice was hoarse from trying to keep quiet. He hated it, he hated living here, he hated this closest and most of all he hated these people. It has been months since he stopped referring to his family as just that, for him, they were devils incarnated.

Letting out a quiet sob Harry turned over, his emerald eyes looking to the locked door. He didn't know what time it was but from the openings of the vent, Harry could wager that it was just about sunrise. Meaning in a few minutes to hours, his life will be sent back into the hands of those devils and another day of torture.

Harry heard his stomach growling and the pain returned. He was starving, it's been days since the Whales and the Horse allowed him to eat, and it was sorta surprising how he was still alive with the very little water or food he was able to take in.

Releasing a sigh the young boy reached behind him for the glasses he had, they failed to help his sight and most of all they barely fit him. Placing them in his nose Harry was disappointed to discover that his vision was no better than before, lopsided and aching.

Trying his best, Harry looked around the small closet, trying to find any clothes for him to wear. However while doing so Harry was stopped when something, something he never noticed before, was lifted off his shoulders and muffled voices could be heard.

'What's going on?' He asked himself as he went to the vent to hopefully see something, but to no surprise, nothing happened, but Harry could still hear the muffled voices, they were slowly growing closer. 'Who's that?'

Somewhere inside the young boy, a desire showed its head. Maybe he'll finally be gone from this place, maybe the bobbies finally showed up and the teachers finally opened their eyes. The excitement in the 8-year-old could be seen in his emerald eyes as he waited in anticipation of what might come.

Seconds went by and when there was silence, Harry thought he might have been dreaming. Maybe it was all a hallucination, maybe Harry finally fell off the ledge of sanity and was in the embrace of insanity. But that all vanished in the next few seconds when a voice yelled out.

"Reducto!" With that, a loud bang could be heard, and if Harry's eyes weren't playing jokes on him, he could swear that he just saw the front door fly past him. Harry then heard the voice of those things, and the banging of meaty feet. "Azazel, find him. I'll deal with the muggles." The voice spoke up once more, and through the vent, Harry could see two figures, one was a tall man and the other a small, extremely small smaller than even he.

"Yes, Master." The smaller figure said, and the sound of a snap could be heard.

"What in the Bloody Hell's going on he-!" The voice of the biggest whale was cut off, and all Harry could see was that the tall man had raised his arm and from a thin piece of something, Harry watched as a light green light came from it. "Wa-!"

But before the man above him could finish Harry flinched when a loud thud could be heard, which he can only assume was once his uncle collapsed to the ground. Immediately after the scream of the horse that was his aunt could be heard, and Harry watched as the figure walked to the stairs. Leaving only the small figure as he stood as still as a statue.

Seconds followed and all Harry could hear were the screams of the wife of the household, but it didn't take long for it to come to a sudden halt, which was once again followed by a thud of a body. At this point all Harry could feel was fear for what was happening, but he also felt a deep sense of relief.

"Mum!" The scream of his whale cousin was what came next. "Stop you monster! Stop it now!" The sounds of heavy footsteps could be heard. "Get away you monster! St-!" Just like 'it's' the whale came to a sudden halt, and another thud was heard.

'What's happening? Who are they? Are they here to kill us?' Harry asked himself as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, after the sound of a fat body falling down the stairs. Looking over to the figures the young boy watched as the man stopped before the smaller one.

"Have you found him, Azazel?" The man asked the smaller one, Harry watched as it nodded in confirmation, and it was then that the boy saw the thing's eyes. Blood-red eyes, the size of a golf ball turned to him, and Harry slid back as the man turned to the closet as well. "In the closet?"

"Yes, Master." A slightly squeaky voice came as a response.

The sound of footsteps made their way over to Harry's location, and as the boy slid further back into the closet he balled up at the sound of the locks being unlocked. The door then opened and that was when Harry got a better look at the man, more specifically his face as it came in.

The man looked to be in his early seventies. His face was handsome with a bird's nest black hair, goatee and mustache, and his eyes a beautiful brown. Harry could also see that the man was wearing a robe, something not seen nowadays.

When emerald green connected with amber, Harry was filled with an unknown feeling of familiarity, and when the man said his name, a distant memory came to the forefront of his mind, but even then the boy only felt fear. "Harry?" The voice was full of pain and sadness. Giving a nod in response Harry watched as the man held out a hand.

The man saw the fear in his eyes as he looked at his face and offered a hand, as he slowly said. "Harry, I am not here to hurt you, my boy." Looking up to the amber eyes, Harry was once again willed with familiarity. "My name is Charlus Hadrian Potter, and I'm here to take you home."

When those words reached his young ears, Harry felt something break in him, and immediately tears of joy, happiness, desire, and so many more came flowing from his eyes. With a shaky voice, the young boy asked. "Y… you aren't… ly… lying?"

The man shook his head. "Of course not, my boy," Charlus said, and Harry felt the honesty in the words, making his tears fall faster. Without missing a beat, the young boy grabbed the hand hesitantly, and at the touch, a welcoming warmth filled him.

Tears only grew more, and Harry launched himself into the man, who immediately embraced him as his small arms tried to wrap around him. Harry felt the man move, but he didn't go far and from the looks of it Charlus only went to sit down.

Harry didn't know how long they stayed there but what he did know was that for the first time in his young life, he was safe, something he never knew would happen. Slowly but surely sleep came over the young lad, and as his vision darkened Harry heard Charlus say.

"Sleep my son, you deserve it, and when you wake you'll finally be home, where you always belonged… where your parents await you." With that, Harry felt sleep's sweet embrace overtake him.

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When Albus arrived at the residence of the Dursley he was horrified at what he saw. The blood wards he put all but destroyed, and when he entered the home he was welcomed to the sight of Vernon Dursley spread out at the bottom of the stairs with his throat slit, bones broken and lastly in a puddle of his blood.

Seeing this sent a shiver down the aged wizard's spine, but he was also filled with worry for Harry, if he was in the wrong hands then his plan would be all for nothing.

It was then that he heard the pained groans of a young boy, looking in the direction of the source, a dreaded feeling filled him.

Stepping over the lifeless body, Albus Dumbledore took 2 steps at a time as he climbed the stairs. Once there another sight that made his stomach clench and bile came up his throat. This one was much worse than the scene below, the sight before him was worse than the husband. Petunia Dursley was in a puddle of her blood just like her fat husband but she was flayed, nerves, muscles, eyes, and teeth were opened to the air.

Hearing the young groans Albus took his eyes off the wife and to the source to find young Dudley laying on the ground, eyes red and swollen and this time, thank Merlin, wasn't like the parents. The boy lay there with cutes and bourses littering all over him.

Moving to the young muggles side and dropping to his knees, Dumbledore took his wand out and began non-verbally diagnosis spells.

When he was finished he couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh as he discovered that the wounds weren't deep. Dumbledore climbed back to his feet, and was still out for his next objective, finding his pawn, Harry Potter. Letting out a quiet 'Aparecium' he felt for another present but found nothing. Worry once again filled him. As he went to cast a Patronus, hoping to send a message to Minvera and Severus, he was stopped when he noticed something out of his peripheral vision in the sky.

Walking to the window Dumbledore looked up to the slowly brightening sky, and what he saw gave him all the information he needed. He knew who caused this and all he felt was dread at what might come to him. For in the brightening sky was one statement.

'You will rue the day you mess with House Potter, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.'

Hearing the cracks of apprations Dumbledore waved his hand, the message vanishing at the simple movement. Seeing the crimson-cloaked Aurors the aged wizard stepped away from the window and vanished, the only thing going through his mind was what might come.

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Black Manor, Wales

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Arcturus Black watched as his brother-in-law and best mate paced out the spot cursing every step he took. Lord Potter arrived not a half hour ago, but the news he brought even shocked him. Hadrian James Potter was abused and treated like a slave by the boy's mother's sister.

When he was given this news he was outraged to hear what happened to his heir's godson. But unlike the man before him, he was able to keep his cool and allowed his anger to rage within him. They needed to think things through before they did something stupid and that is exactly what Charlus was going to do if he didn't calm himself. It even looked as if Lord Potter's familiar, Beowulf(an Irish Wolfhound) could feel its master's wrath.

"I swear that when I see that 'man' again I'm going to kill him." The pacing man said as he finally came to a stop. "He allowed those cockroaches to take care of James' boy." Arcturus saw the rage in the amber eyes grow. "I'm going to fucking kill that muggle-loving scumbag!"

Lord Black's storm eyes watched as Charlus began pacing again, this time thankfully he kept his words to himself. Arcturus is probably the only person who knew the man before him best, but most of all he knew Charlus Potter's hatred for the Muggles. Charlus knew what the muggles were capable of, he had to watch as his parents and family were gunned down by them during the First World War.

So Lord Potter had a deep hatred for the Muggles, he even joined Grindelwald in secret, supplying the man with wealth and men. But just because Charlus hated the common people, didn't make him Dark. Charlus Hadrian Potter wasn't a blood supremacist, he was fine with half-bloods and muggleborns if they took their time and read about the society. All the man hated were the people who the wizarding population hid from. Charlus Potter was Gray, in meaning and way.

Having grown tired of the man's pacing Arcturus finally spoke. "Charlus." Just like that, the man looked to him, amber eyes glowing with raging magic. "Calm yourself, my Friend. Your anger clouds your judgment and you know it." Dark stormy gray stared into raging amber, and after a few seconds, the rage calmed. "Good. Now that you are sane of mind, where is Hadrian now?"

Arcturus watched as his best friend made for the chair beside him, and once sitting the man spoke. "He's resting at the manor, Azazel is watching over him for me." Lord Black nodded at the news and Lord Potter continued. "He… my grandson's boy… he was abused. I know I told you this already my friend but… I can't…."

He watched as tears started forming in the man's eyes, and Arcturus understood Charlus sadness. The man's family is already destroyed as is, and if the abuse continued, the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter would have surely gone extinct with Hadrian. So without a problem nor a sound, Arcturus allowed Charlus to weep in peace.

Seconds grew into minutes and minutes into an hour. Midway through tea appeared, and the owner of the manor gave a small thanks to Athena, the House Black's head House Elf. Grabbing the cup, Arcturus took a sip and as he did he felt a calm flow over him. Immediately knew what his house was doing and smiled at her kindness.

Charlus took a sip of his own after a few seconds went past, and he watched as the man calmed down. His friend and ally took another sip, and this time Charlus released a satisfied sigh. "Thank Athena for this, my friend, I very much needed it." The man said with a smile.

Arcturus let out a small chuckle at the words the man beside him said. "I already have my friend." The two sat in satisfied silence, taking sips of their teas. "So minus what you've told me. What is he like?"

The two aged men and friends spent the next few minutes talking about the so-called saviour of Wizarding Britain. Obviously, Charlus probably had to use his mastery of the mind arts on Hadrian to learn about him, and what the man told him was that the boy was a genius even at the age of 8. He also learned that the boy had to keep his brilliance hidden out of fear of the mongrels.

After hearing everything the man had to say, the man continued with sadness in his voice. "If only James and Lily were here to see their boy."

Arcturus placed his hand on the man's shoulder after hearing those words, Charlus looked to him. "They might not have watched him grow but once Hadrian is awake, they will finally meet at last. You have put up their portraits and they are active?"

His best friend released a very not lord-like snort, but it wouldn't have been the first time today that Charlus Potter wasn't lord-like. "Of course they are. Do you take me for a fool Arcturus?" The mentioned man shrugged. "If you haven't forgotten my friend that I am 3 months older than you and I'm better with my wand than you are with yours."

The two aged men stared each other down, but after a few seconds, they both broke out with laughter and smiles. But Charlus wasn't wrong, indeed he was three months older than the manor's lord, who was born in December while Lord Potter was born in August. It also wasn't wrong that the amber-eyed man was better with the wand than himself. But to make up for that Arcturus was an expert in all theories of magic.

When they both settled down after the good laugh, that thankfully and successfully, brightened the mood, Arcturus took that moment to ask one thing. "So how will we dethrone Dumbledore?" He watched as a sinister grin appeared on Charlus' face.

"Oh I have just the plan, don't you worry about that, my friend. All I will need to do is call in a few friends." Lord Potter answered, and Arcturus saw the Lord's Ring shined. "I was hoping I can have your backing with my plan Lord Black?"

A grin appeared on the mentioned man, and just like the ring resting on Charlus' finger, so did the ring on Lord Black's ring shined. "Now that right there is the man I saw worthy of marrying my sister."

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TBC

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Most Noble and Ancient House Potter

Lord: Charlus Hadrian Potter

Actor/Actress: Liam Neeson

Born: August 1901(87)

Eyes: Amber Brown

Hair: Bird Nest Black

Height: 6'2

Lord's Ring: a beautiful band over silver that was wrapped into itself, and stopped at the shoulders where it continues where they met the side stones, a bright blue which was shared with the main gem, this gem was transparent with the coat of arms of the family.

Most Noble and Most Ancient House Black

Lord: Arcturus Phineas Black

Actor/Actress: Charles Dance

Born: December 1901(86)

Eyes: Stormy Dark Deep Gray

Hair: Well Groomed Black

Height: 6'3

Lord's Ring: a dark band of steel that has engraved' along it until it reaches the gem, which was a deep onyx.