Chapter 1- Freedom

A/N- This is a new fanfiction that I have been thinking about and decided to give it a shot. Please tell me what you think about it and I hope you enjoy. I do not know what pairing I am going to make this story, It might even be a harem but I don't know at this moment. Please read and review as any review helps, although flames will be ignored.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own Harry Potter.

Harry was an eight year old boy. He was very skinny, almost to where his bones could show, and he was short. His unruly black hair that his aunt despised covered his broken glasses held together with tape. Beneath those glasses were Green eyes that at his age should have been sparkling and full of wonder, but alas instead they were cold and seemingly lifeless as he stared at the roof of his tiny cupboard. He was currently laying on an old bug ridden mattress that wasn't fit for even pigs. He had a small patchy blanket that had moth holes all through out it, as it covered his bruise ridden frame. Underneath the baggy clothes that were fit for a hippo, He was covered in scratches and bruises, from where his uncle had beaten him. Harry didn't understand what he had done wrong, He was only trying to escape from Dudley and his gang when he had appeared on the roof of the school. Since he hadn't known how he had gotten up there he definitely couldn't get down, So he had sat there until someone had noticed him. Of course, when he was found on the roof, They had called his aunt and uncle. When they had gotten to the school his uncle was an ugly shade of purple and his aunt was starring at him as though he had assaulted his own mother's grave, but then again, they might like him more if he had. After they had left the principle's office with the warning that if Harry was found up there again he would be expelled, his uncle had dragged him to the car. On the whole ride home he was wondering what tortures that his uncle must be thinking up in his fat head. When Harry saw the house of number four privet drive he started to pray that all he would receive was a screaming at, followed by a week locked in his closet.

Of course the gods were never that kind to him, For as soon a the door was shut his uncle had punched him repeatedly until he could no longer stand without the support of the wall, all the while as his aunt screamed about what a freak he was. After he finally collapsed his uncle had thrown him into the cupboard and locked all three locks on the door. That was were he still currently lay waiting for the sweet release of death. It had been three days and he was parched. Of course he couldn't ask for water as his throat was still swelled up from the blow that his uncle had dealt to it, Nor would he if he could, He was done asking them for anything. As he was laying there he heard someone knock at the door. ' Probably one of Vernon's Business partners' thought Harry as he heard voices at the door. But then Harry realized that the voice that his aunt was using was full of hate and his uncle had started to scream, " I will not let you infect anyone in this house with your freakishness, You FREAK! NOW GET OUT BEFORE...AHHHHH!" Harry heard his uncle scream before a loud crash.

Harry then heard his aunt let out a short shriek before another thump was heard. Harry heard a gruff voice saying something about common courtesy, as foot steps approached. Harry then started to half heartedly knock on the door barely making a sound, because it hurt him to much to move. The foot steps had stopped when he had started to knock and then they rapidly approached the cupboard. He then heard the man say something along the lines of alohomora, or something along those lines. He then heard the locks unclick and became curious, had they always opened when that word was said? If so, he could have escaped years ago! He was then blinded as light flooded his cupboard. He heard a sharp intake of breath and a few choice curse words. He then felt gentle hands on him and the voice started to talk to him, " Harry, Come on Harry, Come on, can you hear me." The voice asked in concern

This had confused him as no one had ever cared about how he felt until now, Instead of talking as his throat hurt to much, He just nodded. Harry heard the man sigh in relief, and then he felt the man about to pick him up. When he was barely off the ground he started to whimper. The man quickly but gently put him back down. He then felt the man lifting his shirt. What the man saw obviously angered him as he hissed, "Who did this to you. Was it your uncle?"

Again Harry only nodded. The man started to get up but when his hand left where it was pressed, numbing the pain, He started to whimper again. The man instantly changed the direction he was heading as he crouched down to Harry again. He then heard the man whistle and the most beautiful music he had ever heard appeared, Filling him with hope and strength, Making most his pain go to the back of his mind. He heard the man whispering to what ever had just arrived. He then felt a terrible pain and then instant relief spread out through his arm, as a loud popping sound sounded. He also felt all of the pain in his chest flair for a moment before popping. After that everyplace that Harry felt pain there was a sudden pain followed by an amazing relief and then nothing but a wet spot on his skin.

Whenever, what ever it was got to his face, his whole body felt brand new. Actually it felt better then brand new as if old pains that he had always had but just gotten used to, had disappeared. He felt sharp claws or talons gently grip his chest as it bent over his face. He then felt the same situation in his throat and then amazing relief, although he was still parched. He then felt the tears hit his black eyes and felt a terrible itching sensation in his eyes. After that was done, the figure started to stand when a single drop finally fell and landed on his forehead, to be exact the scar that he had gotten when his parents had supposedly died in the car crash. The pain that he had felt was blinding and a scream was ripped out of his already raw throat as he felt as if his head was about to be split in half. He felt the man holding his shoulders trying to relieve, by any way, of his pain. Finally after what seemed like an eternity the pain was gone as well as a scream sounded in the deathly quiet room. Finally opening his eyes, Harry looked to the man who had freed him of his prison and saw a man that looked a lot like him. The man had black unruly hair, with a stubbly beard. The man's eyes though were a dark blue that held an obvious wisdom behind them. On the man's shoulder stood a magnificent bird that practically demanded respect. It had a dark red plumage and a yellow underbelly. The birds eyes were the same color as the mans. The man was smiling gently at him, and he couldn't help but smile back. He realized that his head was laying in the mans lap, but felt strangely comfortable about it, and briefly wondered if this what it felt like to have a father. The man then asked, " So now that has been taken care of would you like to get out of here? I'm sure that I can give you a better life traveling with me, than living within this prison."

Harry went to respond but had completely forgot about his parched throat, and instead all that had come out was a scratchy grunt that made his throat flare up with pain. The man had then asked Harry if he was thirsty and Harry nodded vigorously. So he turned around a dug into a bag that Harry had just noticed, he then pulled out what looked like a beaten up canteen and handed it to Harry, to which he drank every drop. Letting out a sigh, Harry handed him back the canteen. He then asked the man haltingly trying to get used to speaking again. " I will come with you, but only after you answer my questions."

The man nodded seemingly impressed that Harry hadn't just gone with him just because he had been nice to him. Harry then asked, " What is your name?"

The man had then easily responded back, " Most that know me call me Amicus, but my true name is Harold James Potter, the one you were named after."

At this Harry was surprised, " Why am I named after you, who are you to me."

At this the man chuckled and answered back, " You are named after me because I am your uncle on your father's side of the family and It was an agreement made between me and him when we were kids." The man replied, although now a bit more sadly.

"ohh," responded Harry, " Well if your my uncle then why was I left the big fat one and not the one with the healing parrot."

When Harry said this the bird on his uncles shoulder looked as though it had been struck and feigned passing out. His uncle had chuckled watching it and then looked back at Harry, " Better not do that again, less she decides to light you on fire. She is actually a Phoenix and her name is Persephone."

Harry had been shocked at the revelation as he had once read about Phoenix's at the school library when he had been hiding from Dudley. After that he had started hiding books in his cupboard and reading them at night with the little bit of moon light that would shine through the crack of the door. That was why he needed glasses as... Wait... He wasn't wearing glasses and yet his eyesight was perfect. He looked around for his glasses and saw that his uncle had accidently stepped on them shattering the lenses.

He looked at the Persephone who had a smug look on her face, well as smug as a bird could look. He had read that phoenix's had healing stuff in their tears. He then looked at his new favorite uncle and told him that he was ready to leave. His uncle had taken out a stick and waved it bringing all of Harry's meager possessions to them and a suit case, and packed everything away. When Harry had started to question what had just happened, his uncle had only shushed him and told him later. So they both stood up they started for the door. When They had passed Harold kicked Vernon in the groin with enough force to insure that he never had anymore children. As they left his uncle had taken out the same stick from earlier and waved it at them, Which somehow let them start moving again. His uncle had then slammed the door as the two inside tried to gather themselves, well his aunt did, His uncle just held his groin and moaned. When they go to the end of the drive way, Dudley and his gang walked up. "Sup, freak. I thought I made it very clear, your not allowed to have any friends. Guess I'll just have to teach you again." Said Dudley as he started to swing at him.

Harry easily dodged under his fat cousins swing, he then stood up and slammed his fist into his cousins face. Hearing something crack when he did it, Harry pulled back to see Dudley's nose gushing blood. Seeing Big D get his nose broken by the little weakling scared the other boys off especially in front of an adult who seemed to be on Harry's side. Dudley unable to believe what had just happened instead screamed out for his mommy and ran inside the house, claiming that the freak had hit him and his daddy needed to beat him up again. Harold had just shook his head and then smiled at Harry congratulating him for standing up for himself. He had then taken Harry across the street and with a spinning motion they disappeared.

A/N- thank you for reading and I hope that you enjoyed it, Let me know if this is something that I should continue. Please leave a review. Until next time.