Harry shivered silently underneath his thin sheet. On the cold winter nights, it never even came close to keeping him warm. But still, he curled into a ball, praying for some shred of warmth, to keep him from freezing. Aunt Petunia had thrown opened the cupboard under the stairs and forced him in without a word.

Even though he was only five, his self-esteem had been whittled down to nothing. When he started remaining silent, not also speaking their name when told to do something, if he kept his mouth shut the pain wouldn't escape. Every time he thought he had done something well, he would get insulted. Breakfasts cooked perfectly; garden weeded, floors scrubbed spotlessly. Never good enough for his Aunt and Uncle. Then they moved, Vernon had gotten a new job all the way in America. That's when the real trouble began; his uncle would come home drunk and violent and lash out his frustrations at Harry. Life continued, Harry had a cupboard, it was smaller than the one back where they use to live. That didn't hold back harry from sneaking out of the closet at night to steal books and food, this night, however, his aunt and uncle had been shouting non stop all night.

Harry frowned in confusion when he heard his cousin start shouting from the lounge, he then covered the sheet over his head, desperately trying to silence the shouts that brought horrible memories back. His eyes closed Harry muttered to himself that everything would be okay. That's when the thundering came down the hallway and ripped open the cupboard door off its hinges and yanked Harry out who had braced himself for a beating.

" Get up freak; we're going away." Vernon glared at him.

"Be quiet, and sit still," he growled spit flying towards the windscreen.

Harry remembered, of course, the main rule in the Dursley's house still existed, keep quiet and don't ask questions. He had been fulfilling that request to the point where fear would appear if he. Dudley gave him another annoying smirk, and he turned his head to look back out the window. The Dark countryside was flying past, and he had no idea where they were going. After about another half an hour of driving, the car started slowing and he could see a massive building up ahead surrounded by a high brick fence with barbed wire at the top. Finally looking the plaque on the wall as the passed through the narrow bends it read 'Mount Massive Asylum. The car drove up to big metal gates opened with a warning.

"Get out boy," Vernon growled at Harry, who was still looking confused.

No intention of moving, Harry scowled at his uncle.

"This is the place where you'll be staying for these holidays. Petunia and I have decided we no longer want to put up with you. We thought this place was fitting" he said with an evil grin.

"Ahh right on cue" Vernon said looking at the front doors.

One man was walking out wearing what looked like doctor's scrubs, Fellowed by four armed security. Vernon got out and shook the man's hand.

"Are we having a problem getting him out?" the man said.

"Don't worry, it's completely normal for there to be some anxiety amongst patients about leaving their family, but everything will be fine, if worse comes to worse we can use force." The other one said with a slight twitch.

"Yes a little force may do him some good," Vernon smiled.

Harry heard what had he said and coldness rippled through him and he didn't like it one bit. Was Vernon sending him to some hospital? Whatever it was he would not be safe here.

"Hello, Harry is it?" the doctor said, "don't worry you won't be hurting anyone anymore your safe here..so there's no need to be afraid. Your Uncle believed that you would benefit from staying here and has already signed the papers."

"Yes, this is going to be your new home, while we work through your issues." The second man said.

Horrified, Harry got out of the car to face Vernon and pointed his finger at him making him flinch back, "What is this about? Can't you handle me anymore fat man? " Harry growled.

"Harry, you need to be here, where you can receive the care you need. Your uncle is doing this with your best interests at heart, and I'll ask you to follow me now please." The leader said putting a hand on his shoulder.

Vernon grinned evilly and nodded, "Yes boy you heard what they said, go with them now!"

Harry could hear Dudley laughing in the car behind him and he didn't know what to do. Harry desperately tried to think of getting himself out of this situation. What the hell was he supposed to do?

Then when Harry thought things couldn't get more horrific one of the guards began to have a fit.

"I'm not a patient. I'm an executive. Just like him, like - Trager. But he got the treatment. Too alive!. Filled with nightmares. It worked too well. They couldn't control it. And you can't control it. Nobody. Nobody! NOBODY! He'll kill you! TRAAAAGERRR! TRAAAAAAAAAAAGGGEERRR!"

Harry looked on in horror as did Vernon when the others began yelling. Then the doctor caught his attention when he spoke in his ear.

"You don't have to be scared of me. I can tell we're the same. You're him. Yes, I'm supposed to tell you? Walrider has been waiting for you."

"Here - take the blade. Dig around in your friends here, get a little red on your hands. It's always healthy to express yourself. You keep it bottled up too long, and you might do something you regret, " he said never losing his composure.

The doctor ripped off his coat donning a blood-stained apron around the front part of his legs, which was just dark green patient sheets, with a tattered surgeon mask, he slipped on with the steampunk-esque monocles he put on with a evil green, with a patient drip wrapped around his left arm that punctures his veins." There. Better now, right? Do you understand what we will achieve here?. This thing is going to sell itself! " flashing his yellow teeth he leaned in a took hold of harry shoulders.

"Guards! bring them inside now !" he snapped.

"Come on... Mmm... Come on... yeah, come to daddy... " two of the guards banged on the windows, before ripping open the car doors. His aunt struggled as did his cousin before they dragged inside by clothes being torn to shreds.

Vernon was left gasping in shock witnessing his wife and son humiliated and violently hit as they begged the psychopaths to let them go.

The other two guards approach his uncle. One with a manic gleam in his eyes before the other one of them grabbed hold of his head and slammed him to the ground, dragging him by his hair he screamed. The other one stood holding his hair before he lunged on top of his uncle. The crazy man grabbed hold of his uncle head grasping it like it was about to explode he dug his fingers into his eye sockets whispering into his ear " The Doctor told me once if you showed a caveman our technology he would think it was magic. And if you showed a modern man magic, he would think it was technology. We have faith in all the wrong things. And it will destroy us like you have destroyed our one hope of being free." untangling himself from his uncle he then two started dragging the fat man back inside.

" Let's play. You and me. " the doctor said grinning at Harry still in a state of disbelief, one minute he was about to be shipped off then the next his relatives were being dragged into an asylum run by the patients.

Harry struggled to find the words, would he run or we he stay and to help these...people. Torture his relatives who had nothing but treated him like a slave his whole life; Darkness crept up to Harry with the eyes of the devil holding eye's own, he felt a rush of power tingle down his spine wanting to hurt these people.

"Okay," Harry finally said. The man took one more look at Harry " Such tender eyes, Come follow me" he whispered leading harry inside away from the darkness about to swallow him whole.

" You're close. You're so close." Darkness said before they climbed the stairs leading up to the Asylum.