Harry was a young boy who had just finished another year at school. His black messy hair and old fashioned glassed couldn't hid his bright green eyes. School wasn't something that he liked, he was bullied by his cousin and friends without posibility of escape without the care of the teachers, his grades were worst that Dudley because for some reason letters danced in Harry's eyes when he tried to read or write anything, and he was moked because of his baggy old clothes and his awful grades by the other kids. All in all, Harry was almost relieved that the summer had finally arrived, while it gave Dudley more free time to play his favourite game of Harry Hunting, he could hide inside his cupboard and Petunia made sure that he wasn't disturbed while he took care of the house and garden. And Harry had a great hability at taking care of the garden, with was probably the only reason because his uncle hadn't kicked him out of the house. Number 4th garden was the envy of every neighbour and Petunia liked impress people with it, and uncle Vernon was clever enough to not anger his wife.
Harry was working on the garden as usual, a hot summer day under the scorching sun, when his uncle arrived early from work. He knew that his uncle had arrived early, because Petunia made sure that Harry had already cooking dinner by the time that Vernon usually arrived. It was with a big smile, that Vernon Dursley anounced that he had been promoted to general director in a new plan that the company was opening close to New York.
The next weeks were spend with Harry packing the family's posessions neatly into boxes that would be sent to their new home in the United States. Finally, at the end of September, everything had been packed and in their way to America, all that was left was a leaving dinner with Vernon's horrible sister Marge. He was in charge of cooking the whole banquet and told to wait in a corner, without making a sound, until they had finished eating. The time seemed to slow, he hungry boy seeing his family eat all the food that he had cooked but not tried, while hearing Marge's horrible comments about his deceased parents and trying not to move or made a sound even if Ripper, Marge's dog, bitted his anckles.
The day that the Dursleys left England was a cold and rainy day. The plane ride was very long for Harry, whose cousin decided that the best passtime for the flight was kicking the back of Harry's seat, while he gorged in sweets and sandwiches, and moked Harry's lack of food. When they landed, Harry was ordered to pick and carry all their luggage, as it had happened in the London Airport. The family arrived at their new house tired and ready to sleep, it was left to Harry to unpack their clothes and toiletries for the night before he was alowed to sleep on the floor of their new and empty for now, dinning room.
Days and weeks passed by, and the Dursleys and Harry started to get used to their new lives. Vernon started his new job right away, leaving the unpacking to his wife, or to his wife ordering his nephew arround. Dudley was sent to his new school, where he soon made friends with the other bullies. Petunia made friends between the new neighbours, exchanging gossip over the fence. Harry for his part didn't went to school, and spend all day cleaning the house while unpacking all the family posessions, saddly it was too cold to tend the garden.
Unpacking was finally completed by the end of the month, and uncle Vernon's patient soon ran out. The man new employers didn't seem to do things in the right way, making his uncle angry, and Harry was his favored punching bag to de-stress from job. One night, after a specially bad day, Vernon had taken one to much glash of Whiskey, an lacking any kind of control he hit Harry for way to long. The man was clever enough, even while drunk, to hit his nephew in the back garden shed, were garden tools were stored, and was Harry's new, and cold, room.
When Harry didn't woke the next morning, Petunia, started to worry, the boy was usually awake when she opened the back door for him to start breakfast. She knew that the boy's magic, that he didn't know, would keep him safe from the cold, and she had tried years ago to kill him leaving outside the house a cold night. It was then, when she noticed his husband sleeping form inthe couch, that wasn't an unusual sight because Vernon sleep there when he arrived specially late at night, but his bloody hand weren't. Petunia wasn't stupid, she knew that her hudsband was a brute, specially while drunk, and that he hatted the boy, but she thought that the man would be clever enough to not kill him, he was, after all, usefull to take care of the house. She opened the shed door and saw inside the broken form of his nephew, she almost screamed at the sight. Carefully she kneelt and sigh of relief, when she felt that the boy still had a pulse and was breathing.
Petunia knew that since Vernon had started his new position, he was more stressed and angry and drinked more alcohol. She knew that her husband was a violent person, and she knew that her son Dudley was a bully and would probably follow his father steps. So she did the only racional thing that the could, while Vernon was still sleeping she packed some clothes, took as much money and valuable stuff that she could carry, grabed a taxi and never went back. It was years after her husband death that she finally redid her live, forming a new family far away from America and England, where noone knew of his past.
Vernon didn't wake up with smell of breakfast, he woke up to a empty kitchen, without the freak cooking. Usually if the boy was unable to cook, because some punish, it was Petunia who prepared Dudley and him breakfast, but checking the house he didn't found his wife. Strangely, the bedroom was a dissaster, looking as is someone had come and looked for something valuable to stole. First, he thought that the freak was the culprit, but he vagelly remembered the previous night de-streess sesion and doubded that, even with magic, the boy would heal enought for that. He checked his son bedroom and saw him pacefully sleeping, and then decided that he would call the police, thinking that someone had clearly steal from them and the adbucting his wife. But first he would have to get rid of the freak, it could take days for him to heal and then maybe his wife would be death.
He took and old blanket, covered the boy with it and then put him in the truck of his car. He asked one of his neighbours to look at his son, as there had been a buglary at his house, and he was going to the police station. But Vernon didn't go to the police station right away. There was a forest far enough that noone would think of looking for his nephew there, that was if they knew that he existed, which they didn't. He drove a couple of hours, and droped unceremously the covered boy in the ground, closed the car and draged him far from the road.
Finally he went to the police station, described the missing things, the state of his bedrrom and how someone clearly was envious of him and had abducted his wife.
The police was meticulous, taking finger prints and photos of all the house. They were suspicious of how much the man had taken to arrive at the police station since leaving the house, so they conviced the man to left the house while they investigated. Finding blood in the back garden shed and in the trunk of his car, he had been arrested. Acussed of the murder of his wife and lying to the police faking a buglary he was found guilty and sent to jail, where he died a couple years later.
Dudley Dursley was sent to life with his aunt Marge after his father had murdered his mother. He had always liked Marge, because she always brought him the best gifts, but living with her was different that having her visit. He went to a rural school, were he never really fit, he wasn't a bright student and as soon as he could left the school. The worst part was that his aunt was a horrible cooker, and that almost made him miss the freak's culinary skills. His aunt made him work with her breeding and caring of the dogs, until a bad fall made her leave the job. The woman, had a small fortune saved and decide to retire in Spain, leaving Dudley her farm. He never learn how to cook either, and after her aunt left him to live on her own in a sunny warm spanish coast town, he had to take fast food, it was cheap and he liked the greasy food. He hadn't found a job, noone wanting to have someone without schooling working for them. Dudley Dursley died at a young age, after a heartattack. Noone morned his death.
Harry Potter felt the could and wet ground, softer that the shed in the back garden floor. He was in pain, but the cold and hunger that he had was stronger. Harry didn't know where he was, or how he was in a pine forest, the last thing that he remembered was his uncle meaty fist in his face. But what he knew was that he needed to find somewhere to eat. He was covered in his usual thin and old blanket, and still wearing the same clothes, that were now covered in his blood. Harry knew that if his uncle had probably left him there, finally tired of his presence, he just needed to find the road and follow it, and he would find a city, where he could get some food from trash cans. It was quite dark, and Harry didn't know the direction of the road, so he took a direction randomly and hopped for the best.
After a long time walking, and starting to lose the faith that he was in the right direction, he started to heard some noice, far away, ahead from him he could discern music playing. He continued walking in the same direction, up in a hill was a tall pine tree, and behind it he could finally see some lights, a city, Harry thought. He ran up, as fast as his little legs could carried him, but without looking where he was stepping his tripped on a root, hitting his head in the tree and falling unconcious. A strong wind blew that night, a golden fleece felt from one of the tree branches and felt over Harry.
Next day, when some kids went to check the tree and the golden fleece, they found it on the flood, and under it a small boy. They quickly took him with them, as he was apparently injured, with blood in his clothes and a black tar like sustance in his face.
Harry soon discovered that he was the son of the Godness Demeter, and that he had a family, a lot of halfsisters and halfbrothers. He never discover magic, as Camp Half Blood protections made imposible for Hogwarts' letters to come. He might have to fight for his life more than once, but he found what he never thought that he could have, family, friends and someplace to call home.