Finding Home

A/N: 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 one-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.

THANK YOU ALPRAZ AND NANU FOR EDITING AND HELPING WITH THE STORY

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Somewhere in 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, 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 navel 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, hated this closet 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 incarnate.

Letting out a quiet sob Harry turned over, his emerald eyes focusing in on the locked door. He didn't know what time it was but from the openings of the vent, he 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 sort of 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 his glasses, which 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, everything was titled and just looking at it made his headache worse.

Trying his best, Harry looked around the small closet, trying to find any clothes for him to wear. However while doing so, he froze 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, and as expected, 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 rearedits head. Maybe he'll finally be gone from this place, maybe the cops 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 silence finally descended, 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 being some sort of small creature, even smaller than Harry himself.

"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, a sickly green light shot out directly at Vernon Dursley. "Wa-!"

But before the man above him could finish Harry flinched as a loud thud came, which he can only assume was once his uncle collapsing onto the ground. Immediately after, the scream of the horse that was his aunt could be heard and Harry watched as the figure walked up 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 them 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 surprisingly 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 his parents the baby 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 the thudding of a fat body down the stairs, shortly followed by approaching footsteps. Looking over to the figures the young boy watched as the large 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 finally opened and that was when Harry got a better look at the man, more specifically his face as it came into view.

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

As emerald green met 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 shaky nod in response, Harry watched as a large hand was extended to him.

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."

Hearing these words made Harry's fear fade and in its place was joy and question. 'Potter? He… shares my name?' Looking over the man, the young lad started recognizing the few familiarities they shared. "You… you promise you won't hurt me?"

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. The young boy hesitantly grabbed the outstretched hand and at the touch, a welcoming warmth filled him.

Tears started falling all the more faster, it wasn't a pretty sight, that he knew but couldn't help it, and without missing a breath, Harry latched onto 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 could 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 Dursley residence, the place he decided to be the home of his pawn, he was horrified at what he saw. The blood wards all but destroyed, the only sign that showed they existed were the small particles of magical energy as were floating to the ground, and as he entered the home he was greeted by the sight of Vernon Dursley spread out at the bottom of the stairs in a puddle of his blood with his throat slit, and visible signs of broken bones.

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 the stairs 2 steps at a time. Once there, another sight made his stomach clench and he felt bile rising in his throat. This one scene is much worse than the one below, the sight before him was worse than the husband. Petunia Dursley was lying on the ground, but what made this scene worse than the one below was that the woman looked as if all the blood in her body was drained from it.

A soft groan reached his ears. 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 cuts and bruises littered all over him. Moving to the young Muggle's side and dropping to his knees, Dumbledore took out his wand and began casting diagnosis spells.

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

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 for him. For in the brightening sky was one statement.

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

Hearing the cracks of apparition 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 before him, cursing with 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 useless shit-stains 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 stormy black eyes watched on as Charlus began pacing again, this time thankfully keeping his words to himself. Arcturus was 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 his parents and family 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 dark wizard with money and men, and was his top supplier in potions. 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 learned about their 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 of sane 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 began forming in the man's eyes, and Arcturus understood Charlus's sadness. The man's family was already destroyed as is, and if the abuse continued, the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter would surely have gone extinct with Hadrian. So without 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 wave of 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. "Do thank Athena for this, my friend, I very much needed it." The man said with a smile.

Arcturus chuckled in response. "I already have, my friend." The two sat in satisfied silence, taking sips of their tea. "So apart from what you've told me, what is he like?"

The two aged wizards 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 was forced to keep his brilliance hidden out of fear of the mongrels.

After hearing everything the man had to say, he 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 acting 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, 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 his wand than he was. But to make up for that, Arcturus was an expert in all theories of magic.

With their laughter lightening the mood and the men having to catch a breath, 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 could rely on 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 is a deep onyx.

THANK YOU ALPRAZ AND NANU FOR EDITING AND HELPING WITH THE STORY