AN- This is my first fanfiction. Ever. I suck at writing so bear with me. There will be some abuse from the Dursley's.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter (I wish), J.K. Rowling does.
Everything was as normal as could be in Surrey. On Privet Drive lived a small family. They appeared to be just as normal as anybody else; but they had a secret. Mrs. Dursley had a sister that she refused to acknowledge because she was a 'freak'. Her sister also had a son, but Mrs. Dursley refused to let him around Dudley. She didn't want Dudley mixing around with a child like that. Little did they know that that evening would change everything...
3 years later..
3rd P.O.V. Harry
Harry's mum had just put him in the crib as the man with the snake-like face burst into the room, laughing. He had a stick raised like mummy's and daddy's. Mummy was crying while pleading for him to leave Harry alone. "Stand aside girl. You need not die, just give me the boy and you shall live." His mum was taken aback, "Stand aside?" she asked faintly. Then louder, "No! Just leave Harry be!"
"Stupid girl. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry's mum fell to the floor as a green light hit her. Harry was crying. 'Wake up Mummy!' he thought, 'don't let the scary man get me!'
The man walked over to Harry and pointed the stick at him. "They thought that you, a mere boy, could defeat me?," he laughed. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry saw a flash of green light and a terrible pain in his forehead before he fell into darkness.
Harry woke up panting and sweating, tangled in his poor excuse of a blanket. He then winced as he sat up. His ribs had still hurt from when his uncle had kicked him for burning the supper. It didn't help that he hadn't eaten in (what felt like) a week.
Harry knew he wouldn't go back to sleep for a while so he thought back to his dream. He had had that nightmare before, but that didn't make it any less scary.
Harry heard a noise above him. He paled and prayed that they were just going to get a glass of water. 'Please let them not bother me.' But with Harry's luck, he was wrong.
His cupboard was wrenched open and a hand shot out at him. His Uncle brought them nose to nose, "Idiot boy!" he spat, "What do you think you're doing making all this racket?!" Harry knew better than to answer, he had learned that lesson the hard way. Harry was thrown to the floor and repeatedly kicked in his ribs and stomach. When Harry began coughing up blood was when he was grabbed by the neck and thrown into his cupboard.
He cried himself to sleep as he dreamt of some unknown relation coming to get him.
3rd P.O.V. Dumbledore's Office
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, having just read another letter from Arabella Figg about Harry Potter. He sighed deeply, figuring it was in everybody's best interest for young Harry to go to the people who loved him most: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
They still made trips to his office twice a week to persuade him to give Harry to them. He sat at his desk, figuring a way to tell the young men.
After an hour of thought he sent a Patronus to them, asking that they come to his office. Immediately two handsome young men stepped out of the fireplace.
The first had long, dark hair and grey eyes. Most of the time they had a mischievous glint to them, but now they shone with curiosity and slight anger.
The second young man had brown/blonde hair and amber eyes. Scars lined his handsome face from his years of being a werewolf.
They looked to Albus, wondering why they had been summoned. He gestured for them to sit. Having sat, Albus seemed to age 10 years, looking older and more tired than he had ever been. He began speaking to them.
"Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin, I have called you here regarding your godson, Harry." This caught their attention as they leaned forward slightly. "It has come to my attention that he is not happy at his Aunt and Uncle's house." Albus sighed and got straight to the point, "In fact, he is being mistreated." Having said that, Albus aged another 10 years.
There was a shocked silence, and then an uproar, mainly by Sirius.
"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT HARRY IS BEING ABUSED AS WE SPEAK?!?!?!?! WHY ARE WE JUST HEARING ABOUT THIS?!"
Remus was not faring much better. Having learned to control his emotions, Remus merely looked mad, not outraged.
"You may go get Harry now, after you have calmed down. No matter what you see, you must not use magic on the muggles." Albus said, looking pointedly at Sirius, who huffed, and looked away. Remus promised to keep a close eye on him.
Albus handed Remus the adoption papers, and they were off to get their godson.
Remus and Sirius now stood in front of Number 4, Privet Drive, almost scared of what they would find. Sirius shook it off and walked up to the door of where his godson lived.
3rd P.O.V. Harry
Harry sat in his cupboard, sore and stiff from his daily beating. He heard his uncle answer the door. He was surprised, to say the least, that they were asking about him. The voice sounded familiar, but he could not place it.
Harry listened and heard the voice ask where he, Harry, was. Harry became excited, then sad and bitter. 'They will open my cupboard and find that I'm a freak,' he thought bitterly. 'Who would want me? A freak, a brat.'
Harry heard his uncle scurry to the kitchen and two sets of footsteps stop outside his cupboard. Harry began to self consciously fidget with his shirt and push his broken glasses further up his nose. The door opened.
The first face Harry saw was one that he had seen before. He looked to the other. 'That one too.' After a second he realized that these were his Daddy's friends! Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot!
Sirius reached out to Harry after a minute of watching him. It was dark and he couldn't see much. Harry cringed away and watched him fearfully with wide eyes. This hurt Sirius and a wave of anger rolled off of him.
Remus stood back and watched the interaction. Even with his sharpened senses, he couldn't see Harry very well. Sirius dropped his hand. Without turning around, Sirius said to Remus, his voice shaking in anger, "Go have the muggles sign the papers. The sooner we leave, the better."
Remus nodded and walked off, papers in his hands. Sirius watched Harry. He had relaxed some since his cupboard was opened.
"Harry, my name is Sirius. Would you like to come live with me?" said Sirius, startling Harry. Harry nodded his head vigorously. Sirius smiled and slowly reached for Harry again. He flinched but Sirius did not stop, and put his had on Harry's head and ruffled his hair. Harry gave Sirius a small smile.
"Come on, Harry. Can you write your name?" Sirius hoped he could do they could get this over with today. Harry gave a slight nod and Sirius grinned.
Sirius' happy face turned to one of horror when Harry stepped out of the cupboard. He saw thick bruises around his neck and could already tell that they were starving him. Sirius counted to 10 in his head to calm himself down. Harry looked up when he felt anger, and saw Sirius. He looked down and went to the kitchen.
As they walked into the kitchen, a funny sight met Harry's eyes. His aunt and cousin were flattened against the wall, while his uncle hurriedly signed the adoption papers. He looked up to announce that he was finished when his eyes fell on Harry. Harry remembered his last beating and backed up to flatten himself against the wall, a terrified look on his face.
Sirius saw this and his temper flared again. Not able to contain it, he stalked towards the uncle, when a hand was put on his arm. Sirius looked to Remus, who had a look that said, 'Not yet'. Remus turned to Harry.
"Harry, can you sign your name so we can leave?" Remus asked quietly. Harry gave a nod and walked over to Remus. Bending over to sign the paper, Harry was showing his neck. Remus saw it and found it hard not to puke right then and there.
As soon as Harry finished writing, he sat the pen down and backed up to the wall again. The adoption papers disappeared with a snap, now that all the lines had been signed.
Remus turned to the Dursleys, gazing at them with a cold glare, "We will be taking Harry. He will grow up with a family that loves him, not one that puts him down. Goodbye." Remus turned around and saw Harry. He had a smile on his face because of Remus' small speech. Remus extended his hand to Harry, and they left the house.
The trio walked down the street in silence. They stopped, Sirius bent down in front of Harry. "Harry, we are going to apparating (AN- is that spelt right?).One of us is going to have to hold you. It might be uncomfortable for a bit but it will be over soon. I promise." Sirius slowly reached out to Harry to pick him up. He flinched, out of habit, but allowed Sirius to pick him up. They turned and disappeared off of Privet Drive with a small 'pop'.
AN- I don't intend to do those 1 page authors notes. They get your hopes up and poof! Unless I get writers block, then I'll ask for suggestions :) give me feedback!!
PS- I know that's not word for word (nightmare/death scene) but I didn't have the resources to copy. Might re-read and edit when the books over.
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