Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter...

AN: The introduction is not at all how I want Harry to be viewed, I just believed it would be easier to see how terrible Harry's life is if we knew a little more about how Vernon treats him. This is also my first story so please keep in mind before tearing me down completely. Also this first chapter is just to give the setting, I promise it will get far better…

A New Home, A Different Story

~Vernon Dursley~

"Into the cupboard! One meal a day you nasty little freak!" roared a very portly whale like British man with a large bristling mustache. He didn't have to lean much of his weight up against the door to keep it shut tight before bolting the chain lock from the outside.

Vernon Durlsey had strived to eradicate any nonsense from his unnatural freak of nature nephew. Anytime he decided to take the boy with, because he could not in his right mind trust to leave the boy alone, the little shit produced his disgusting abilities for all of the public to see. Vernon was absolutely certain that he would squash the "magic" out of the child through beatings and repetition. He was fuming from the boy's latest attempt at ruining his normalcy among his highly respected neighbors. If there was one thing that Vernon strived for among his neighbors, it was to be as normal as possible. As far as he was concerned, the more normal a person was the more successful they could end up being.

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The Dursley family had been planning a trip into London for a while now, and against his better judgment, Vernon allowed the boy to accompany them. At first the boy was quiet and seemed nearly invisible throughout the car ride. He would occasionally look up at something, but he kept to himself. Vernon even allowed the bloody child to read during the car ride (an activity he seemed to do quite a lot of). After finding a decent parking area in downtown London, the family began their stroll around the city. Vernon wanted to show Dudley, his own amazing son, the sights such as Big Ben and the Eye of London. Vernon wanted his boy to be well rounded with intelligence; however, it seemed he was rounding out in a different manner of speaking. As they passed a small convenient store Harry had let slip under his breath that he was hungry. Vernon ignored the child's misbehavior thinking he would have to punish him later for it. While walking, they came across another small store. His nephew stopped without the rest of the family noticing. As Vernon turned around he witnessed the glass window shattering as a candy bar went flying towards the little bastard. Suddenly, without warning, all sorts of food began flying out of the store as if thrown out by some great wind or storm. Instantly Vernon rushed at the child and grabbed him roughly by the arm.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" He whispered angrily in the child's ear, he looked in several directions almost to make sure no one else had believed it was Harry that caused the disruption on the street.

"I-I-I d-d-don't know Uncle Vernon!" cried the small and now bewildered child. Harry tried t back away but Vernon held him with a viselike tight grip preventing him from doing so much as shifting his weight.

"You will be spending some very good time in that damned cupboard of yours boy!" he screeched into his nephews ear as he dragged him along, "plenty of time to enjoy those bloody fucking books too!"

"But I swear I didn't d-" Harry never finished as Vernon clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Don't you dare give me your bloody crap you little freak!" roared the temperamental monster of a man. "You're simply lucky I allow you to live under my roof and eat the scraps from my table."

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~Harry Potter~

A very small five year old Harry sat trembling and terrified on his "bed" underneath the spider infested cupboard. Harry had shaggy tousled black hair covering a jagged lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He was small even for a five year old, cowering under the size of his already obese cousin. He was constantly ridiculed by Dudley and his pack of friends. Most of the friends were either larger than the other kids or larger than Harry. Often times the teasing ended up in the boys chasing after young Harry. Harry spent a lot of time trying to avoid conflict at school and hide himself in his books.

Looking back on the events of the day, he could not understand why his uncle was so upset with him. He remembered staring into the store out of blunt hunger, having not been fed the previous evening. Suddenly the glass of the window shattered and a candy bar flew strait into his then outstretched hand. Following the candy bar came dozens of snacks and other assortments of food alike. It wasn't like it was Harry's fault, there must have been something going on inside the store. Before he could comprehend the chaos of flying food Uncle Vernon was upon him whispering angrily into his ear. Harry had no idea what could have possibly caused such an anomaly, but even at a young age he was beginning to slowly see something. Somehow strange things seemed to happen more often when he was there.

Despite the fear that was harboring deep within Harry, he knew there was one way he could calm himself down quickly and effectively. He grabbed his favorite book, one about the great wizard Merlin, he managed to snatch from Dudley. Even though Harry was young, his mind was very adept at reading. Whenever Harry read this book, he was able to conjure an image that was so vivid and lifelike it was nearly impossible to believe it wasn't real. When he slept and dreamt about Merlin something inside him seemed to be buzzing with energy.

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~Johnathan Greengrass~

Johnathan Greengrass sat by his fireplace deeply perturbed by the spectacle he had seen near Big Ben in downtown London that day. Mr. Greengrass was of average height with dark hair hanging to his shoulders and a kind, though obviously pureblood, face. He had been passing through the area on a whim to enjoy the fresh air before returning home from his job at the ministry of magic when the windows of a store at the end of the street had shattered with tons of snacks hurtling towards a small child. The skinny, very noticeably malnourished, child was then yanked a way by a very very large man. Johnathan was actually surprised at the speed at which the mountain of a man dragged the child away. No child, muggle or not, should ever have to deal with treatment like that from his family.

Of course, he instantly recognized what happened on that street. Johnathan had just witnessed one of the magical bursts that a young witch/wizard performs before any formal training had begun. Even his own children had done a few things that would seem strange to muggles, but not to him. Usually when muggle raised children did any kind of accidental magic the parents would just do their best to ignore it because they didn't really understand it. The way the man had treated the black haired boy, yanking him around like a rag doll, seemed like he knew something was going on with the boy...and was trying to stop it?

Johnathan was also sure that it was his moral duty to do something in order to rescue that child. Any idiot could have picked up on the multiple signs of abuse that the child was displaying, but it was the huge burst of magic that really caught Johnathan's attention. Accidental magic is normal, but to perform magic like that takes vast amounts of power. He wasn't sure if he had ever witnessed a child perform accidental magic on such a scale. Perhaps a wizard like Albus Dumbledore had done so as a child, but no one Johnathan knew. Thankfully he had reacted quickly enough to place a short term tracker on the pencil necked woman that seemed to be the wife and mother of the two very fat males. He had full intentions of discovering who this boy was and how he could pull the child away from what must be a terrible life. Even with a position in the ministry it would be a tough, though certainly worthwhile, task to accomplish.

"Aeliana," called out Johnathan, "I'm going to need your help, but I have a plan for that little boy." He rand his fingers through his hair slightly stressed out about the idea of the task laid out in front of him.

A tall beautiful woman with silky blonde hair and nearly perfect curves and a voluptuous chest approached her husband. She walked gracefully as if the ground absorbed every step she took. "already my love? Why Johnathan you're becoming quite the quick thinker," she smirked at her husband laying her fingers on his cheek. "Is this a long term plan…because be mindful we already have two young girls running around the house?"

"You must understand what a terrible situation that child is in though Aeliana, I feel as if it may be the only choice to save the poor boy!" Johnathan looked deeply stricken and distressed. The man looked as if he may not rest until he was able to successfully get the boy to a safer home.

"Of course I agree with you Johnathan, something must be done." She proceeded to nod her head in silent ascent, "and if you believe we can save him in such a way then I would never protest to the idea." Aeliana gently rubbed his shoulders and kissed him on the forehead before moving her lips down his cheek.

"Thank you…and I pray the girls will be overjoyed at the idea as well!" Johnathan looked relaxed knowing that he had the support of the most important person in his life.

"Of course." Whispered Aeliana as she captured his lips in a soft kiss conveying all of her love for him. "Daphne would love having another playmate, and Astoria will grow to love him as well as a brother." She deepened the kiss settling herself into his lap.