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Instead of a hut on the rock, the Dursleys escape to an abandoned lighthouse in the middle of the ocean. and go into a strange pod to escape the letters. But once they were inside, the doors to the pod close and harry and his family gets sent to a place under the ocean called Rapture...

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The boy did his best not to cry.

It was hard though. He had a very difficult day so far. He had woken up on what he thought was a relatively normal day. But a tidal wave of envelopes had driven his uncle to madness and his uncle forced his aunt, his cousin, and him to leave the normal house and go to a very not normal looking lighthouse. Said cousin, already upset with everything, messed about and the four individuals accidentally fell into a bathysphere and went down into the depths of the ocean.

They emerged from the dark depths into an even darker place. The city of Rapture was poorly named, at least to the visitors. The halls of glass and metal were dark and dismal and filled with debris. Bodies littered the floors and the corners and the screams of the insane filled the air. Uncle Vernon had met his demise at the hands of mask wearing individuals stained with blood. The boy, Harry Potter, had been separated from cousin Dudley and Aunt Petunia, and he had ran and ran until finding refuge in a maze of pipes.

He sat there, face buried into his knees, arms wrapped around his legs, and tried his best to not cry at this terrible predicament he found himself. So many times he thought he would be found, seeing the shadows of Splicers looking around, seeing their mad red glowing eyes staring at him, yet never quite seeing him. He stayed there, feeling lost and afraid.

Pounding footsteps woke him. He had fallen asleep from exhaustion and he felt his tiny refuge shaking from something immense and heavy walking near by. He tried to shrink further into the pipes, praying he would not be found. He bit his lip, seeing the shadow of something monstrously huge ambling by.

Another shadow stopped. It looked around and it seemed to see him. The shadow came close, becoming a little girl with grey skin and hair, wearing a tattered dress, staring with glowing amber eyes without pupils.

"Look Mister Bubbles," the odd little girl said, "an Angel." She tilted her head. "But not one of our Angels. He's strange, but nice, I think."

"Who, me?" Harry asked dumbly, pointing at himself.

The little girl giggled. "Yes, you. What a silly Angel."

Harry felt himself smile. "I'm not an angel. I'm Harry."

She hummed. "I think you're an Angel. Come on." She saw Harry glance nervously at the gigantic figure wearing an archaic diving suit and bearing an immense drill in one hand. "Oh don't worry, Mister Bubbles won't hurt you if you don't hurt me. You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I won't ever."

"Good! Come on Angel, let's go. We have to go get more ADAM."

"What's Adam?" Harry asked, following the little girl and the big Mister Bubbles.

"Not Adam, ADAM! It's the good stuff Angel. It'll help, you'll see." She brandished a large object that looked like a gun with a huge needle for a barrel. "You'll need it, Angel."

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Albus Dumbledore flicked his wand, summoning a shield to block the torrent of bullets. They bounced off the magical shield, like hail of a roof, and he blasted the mechanical monstrosity apart with a Bombarding Curse. He cursed as he Cursed, despising this place the longer he spent in it.

He had followed the tracks of the Dursleys down here and he regretted ever stepping foot down here. Yet he had to find Harry. He had found the gruesome remains of the Dursleys but nothing suggested that Harry had died. In fact, evidence seemed to point to the boy's survival. Dumbledore did not know how. It was taking all of his skill to survive down here and he was much older and trained.

A piercing shriek made him duck, narrowly avoiding the gleaming gutting hooks the insane screaming Splicer wielded. He turned, ready to cast another spell but a blast of cold air stopped the Splicer. It literally froze in its tracks and it fell to pieces, shot by something that made the frozen body shatter.

Dumbledore gaped, seeing his rescuer. "Harry? Is that you?!"

Harry looked up at the man. His right arm was deathly white and shards of ice peeked through the skin but Harry did not appear bothered by it. His breaths came out in white wisps and as cold as frost, his emerald green eyes tinged with blue. "Hello," he said with remarkable calm and manners. "My name is Harry, but I don't know who you are."

"Angel, he's another angel like you." A little girl peeked out from behind Harry, her brown eyes staring up at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore blinked. "Harry, my name is Albus Dumbledore. I came looking for you and to rescue you."

"Oh, thank you Sir." Harry said, smiling wide. His smile disappeared just as fast though and he frowned. "I can't leave yet though."

"Why ever not?" Dumbledore gasped. "This is no place for a child, or children."

"Exactly. I have to save all of the Little Sisters," Harry said. "They saved me but there's a lot of bad people trying to hurt them. They gave me these plazzymids," he waved his arm, leaving a trail of freezing air, "said I could use them better than people who need ADAM. They took something out of me, saving me more. I'm not leaving without them."

Dumbledore stared at the boy and the little girl. "Very well," he said at last. "I shall assist you and we will all leave."

"Thank you, Sir." Harry flexed his hands a few times and the ice melted, becoming molten fire. His skin blackened and smoldered but once more, he showed no signs of discomfort. He looked off with emerald eyes that burned. "There's a bad man over there who locked himself away."

"Is he responsible for the Little Sisters?" Dumbledore asked. He squared his shoulders when Harry nodded and the girl shivered. "Let us go introduce ourselves then."

-0-

Minerva McGonagall gasped when she walked into the Infirmary. "Albus! What happened?"

Dumbledore sighed. "I found Mister Potter and he refused to leave until we rescued all of his Little Sisters."

The witch gaped, seeing a dozen small girls eating hungrily, being fed by doting House Elves and watched over by the Matron, Poppy Pomfrey. "Potter was an only child I thought."

"He is, but he has seemed to have taken responsibility for all of them." Dumbledore smiled fondly. "Apparently, they helped him in that terrible place and he returned the favor. They are all magicals too as it were, orphaned, much like him."

"That's...so many magical orphans all in one place?"

Dumbledore nodded. "And I would not leave them there, it was a truly terrible place, one I hope to never see again and forget if I could."

"At least Potter shows that he has good values," McGonagall murmured.

"Please do not mention values," Dumbledore winced. "Good, bad, or great. I am very sick of hearing that word."

Late that night, the Little Sisters all slept in a large bed made on the ground, unwilling to sleep in separate beds. They also ignored Pomfrey's attempts at keeping them separate from Harry for propriety's sake. The girl with brown eyes snuggled closer to Harry. "I knew you were an Angel," she said sleepily. "You saved us."

"You saved me too," Harry said, hugging her protectively. The fell asleep together, finally safe.