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Summery:  This story is definitely an AU.  It starts out with Harry being left on the streets by his abusive uncle when he was only four years old.  A street gang finds him and they take him in.  He grows up as a pickpocket on streets.  But at the age of thirteen, a group of wizards from a school called Hogwarts find him and convince him to come with them to be taught magic, as he should have done at the age of eleven.  He makes friends with three Gryffindors and begins to develop his magical skills.  But is all as well as it seems.  Is Harry mentally disturbed from all his suffering?  Is he a potential danger to the other students?  This story will hopefully become a trilogy that will follow Harry Potter from his childhood as he becomes the wizard he was destined to be.  Contains angst, drama, action, suspense, a little romance and eventually a bit of everything else.

Warnings:  Child abuse, Child Molesting, rape, torture, cursing, graphic violence and eventual more.

Authors Note:  Hello all, thank you for coming to my story.  I just want to say that I do not plan to abandon this story any time soon and have a full intention of finishing it off eventually, though that is a long way off.  Also, I am in high school so my updates may very in frequency so just bear with me. 

CHAPTER ONE

Mad Harry

Harry Potter lay behind a dumpster unable to move. Although he was about four years old (though no one had ever told him exactly when his birthday was) he only looked to be about two or three due to his uncle starving him.

Harry was in a particularly terrible state this morning. Ever since he could remember, his aunt and uncle had always abused him in many ways. But he could never remember a beating to be as bad as it was last night. Harry had gotten such a bad punishment the night before he was surprised to still be alive.

It had all started when his Uncle had come home the night before. Harry could tell he was drunk. Apparently he had just lost his Job at his drill company. Harry new he would be best of to stay out of his way so when his uncle entered the kitchen, Harry tried to sneak out the back. But Vernon saw him first.

"WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING YOU LITTLE FUCK!!!"
Harry was too terrified to move or speak. His uncle walked over to him and grabbed his head by his hair. He then, still holding his hair, picked him up and threw him face first into the edge of the counter, breaking his jaw. Harry new better than to scream out in agony. His Uncle then got down on his knees and started to hit the boy as he curled up into a ball.

"YOU FILTHY LITTLE SHIT, IT'S ALL YOUR FALT, IF I DIDN'T HAVE YOUR USELESS ASS TO WORY ABOUT I WOULD NEVER HAVE LOST MY JOB!!" He then grabbed Harry by the foot and dragged him out of the kitchen and threw him into the garage.

He then ordered Harry to take off his shirt and to get on his knees. Harry fearfully obeyed and began to tremble when he heard his uncle take of his belt. Harry would have gotten up and ran but because of the beating, he was too weak to even stand.

When his uncle's belt began to tear into his back he fell to the ground, to weak to do anymore than flinch at every blow. After two minutes of this intense beating, Vernon stopped the lashing. The bloody pulp that was Harry gathered all his strength to lift his head a little to see what was happening. He could not see his uncle but he could hear him rummaging in a pile of junk behind him. Harry then tried to get up thinking it was over, but before he could react his uncle came back over and bashed the side of his face with the sharp blade of a shovel. Harry was thrown several feet across the room by the force of the blow. There was now a deep gash running down his cheek that would defiantly leave a scare in addition to his lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. The shovel had knocked Harry out and when he woke a few moments latter he heard his uncle drop the shovel.

Harry was used to getting frequent violent beatings by his 'family' and was no stranger to the pain that had been a constant in his life for as long as he could remember. But he had never felt as much pain as he felt right now. Every inch of his body was covered in blood and bruises and he had several broken ribs as well as a broken collar-bone, leg, jaw and at least one broken arm.

He was in so much pain that he barley noticed when his uncle grabbed him thankfully by his good leg and through him into the trunk of the car, slamming it shut. Once the trunk was closed, Harry fell unconscious once again.

When Harry finally woke again it was in the dumpster he was currently sitting behind. He did not know how he had got there but assumed that his uncle had tossed him in there after his beating.

Harry miraculously had a slight smile on his face as he woke up. He was smiling because of the dream he had while he was unconscious. It was the same dream he had had many times before. This was the dream in which he would see a young couple and there baby boy all sitting in a small, but comfortable room. The woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, would be sitting against her husband's chest rocking the black haired baby to sleep while the man, who had black hair identical to the baby's, would smile at them and stroke her long red hair. They looked so happy together and were exactly what a family should be. Harry wanted nothing more than to be in a family like this and was always happy when he would visit them in his dreams.

It was a nice get away from his other nightmares, which had haunted him for his whole life. Most of these nightmares were of the horrifying nights when his drunken uncle would amuse himself by torturing Harry in as many creative ways as he could think of. On these nights his uncle would often tie Harry up and do horrible things to him like cut him with knives or electrocute him. Sometimes he would drag Harry into the bathroom where he would repeatedly dunk his head into the toilet making him choke on water and terrify him out of his wits.

These frequent torturing was unbearable, but nothing was worse than the less frequent times when Vernon would be even more drunk than usual. On these occasions the man would tie the small child up after tearing of all his cloths and gagging him with a bloody rag. He would then lower his own pants rape his helpless nephew till he was satisfied. Although Harry was rarely molested by his uncle it was still far more terrifying than any of the other torture sessions he was surprised to have lived through. Whenever his uncle would finally stop he would drag the crying boy down the stairs and throw his naked body into the cupboard. Lying in the cupboard with the intense physical as well as emotional pain of being raped and torn by his uncle, Harry would cry to himself and wish for death to come and take him.

These horrible nights were what haunted most of his sleeping hours. But luckily he had not had one the night before. Last night was one of the rare occasions were the only thing he dreamt about was the only beautiful thing he new, and he was happy because of it.

Harry's smile left his face immediately as he came back to reality. He immediately began to panic as he thought over what had happened. Harry did not know where he was but he new that his uncle would not be back for him. Vernon had left him for dead and it was truly a miracle that the boy was still alive. Harry had no food and no money and was in desperate need of medical help. He was still too weak to do any more than climb out of the dumpster and was in to much pain to think properly. After only a few minutes of consciousness he fell asleep once more on the hard pavement.

When Harry awoke again after having a less happy dream, he began to panic again as he came back to reality. He was already shook up from his dream witch was actually a nightmare of one of his more horrible beatings, and began to cry as he thought a bought his situation.

He sat there felling sorry for himself for a good while. "Why's nobody love me" he said between his sobs. He often cried over this when he was alone in the dark of his cupboard. He had always longed for some form of affection that he had never known.

Some time latter he heard his stomach growl. Hunger was defiantly no stranger to him. With his relatives, he rarely got more than one meal a day. But he was not just going to sit there until he died, so with much effort he pulled himself to his feet. After he took a few steps he noticed he was not in as bad of shape as he thought. He stopped to examine himself and realized that none of his bones were broken anymore. Harry had always been an incredibly fast healer, but this was way to fast, even for him. After a moment of pondering he decided that his broken bones had just been his imagination.

He was still very weak and extremely sore, but he had developed a good pain tolerances over the years witch allowed him to keep moving. He slowly walked out of the alley, wincing with each step, and out into the main street.

He figured he was some where in London, but had no idea where. His aunt and uncle rarely let him leave there house, let alone go to London. He decided to start walking until he figured out what to do.

He limped his way down the street for a good while until the sun went down and he began to get sleepy. He went into another deserted alley and curled up into a ball behind some trash cans. As he went to sleep he optimistically thought, 'at least I didn't get beat today'.

THREE YEARS LATER

Young Harry Potter woke up to the sound a gun shot, this was not an uncommon thing in the slums of London where he was currently living. He had been living there ever since his uncle had ditched him there over three years ago.

He threw of the thick blanket he had been sleeping under and stood up. He looked over the other seven occupants of the room and realized that he was the first one up. He walked over to the window witch was almost to dirty to see out of and looked up to the sky. It was a cold grey morning but luckily did not look like it was going to rain. Smiling at the unlikely hood of rain, he turned around to go back to see if any one had woken up yet and realized that Ethan was just starting to rise.

Ethan was the oldest in there gang. He was a bought sixteen and had been on the streets since he was only seven. He was tall and had long shaggy brown hair but was severely skinny and suffered from malnutrition along with everyone else on the streets. Ethan was mature beyond his years and was the unofficial leader of there gang which was called the foxes.

Harry walked over towards the boy. Harry had always been very fond of Ethan and respected him more than all the others. Ethan was the one who had found Harry Lying in the street almost starved to death. That had been three days after his uncle had left him for dead. Ethan took Harry to his gang's residence, which had been an abandoned warehouse at the time, and with the help of the rest of the foxes, nursed Harry back to health. Once Harry had healed, Ethan took Harry under his wing. He began to teach Harry a bought surviving on the street. He taught him how to steel and how to be a good pickpocket. He also taught him how to fight and to protect himself from the other, more hostile gangs. Harry was a fast learner and, despite his age, quickly earned the respect of the other members of the gang.

Seeing Harry, Ethan said "mornin' Raven". Raven was the name Harry had acquired after a few weeks on the street because of his long raven black hair. Only his closest friends new his real name, but they still usually called him Raven.

Harry replied "mornin". Harry had always been a quiet boy and rarely talked unless he was talked to. Most people thought he was a bit mad, and he probably was. He also held a lot of wisdom for such a young age, and was as quick and cunning as any street kid needed to be. This is why he was such a successful thief.

As Ethan stood and yawned Harry noticed that the other gang members were starting to rise.

When Harry first joined the foxes there where nine other members. Mark, Charley, Even, Maggie, Sarah, Jack, Cat, Nicky and Ethan. Ethan was the oldest at age 13. After him came Maggie who was only three months younger than Evan. Maggie was the closest thing to a mother Harry had ever known. She was always there for Harry and although she was still young, she loved Harry like a Mother would. After Maggie, came Mark and Charley, who were twins at age twelve. The next youngest in the group was Cat, who was ten, and then Nicky and Evan, who were both ten. Then there was Jack and Sarah who were both about the same age as Harry. Jack and Sarah where Harry's best Friends. The three of them where practically insuperable, and always watched each others back's. It was good to have friends like these because they were usually the only people you could trust on the streets.

Now there were only eight members of the gang, including Harry. They had lost four members and gained two. Even and Cat had both been killed in battles with rival gangs and Nicky had been arrested. But worst of all was the death Maggie.

One night, only a few months ago, Maggie did not return to the warehouse like she normally did. The gang had gone out looking for her the next day to try and find out what had happened, but did not expect to find her the way that they did. The foxes had found her body lying on the floor of a nearby abandoned building with all her clothes torn off. Her naked body was covered in blood and bruises. Whoever had done this had tied her up gagged her with a sock. They then beat and raped her much like Vernon had once done to Harry, and left her to die. It was the most horrifying sight of Harry's gruesome life.

Maggie's death had hit Harry very hard. No one had ever loved him like she had and when Harry had seen her rotting corps lying naked in a bloody heap with an expression of pure terror on her bruised face, he had never been able to forget it. It became the memory that would haunt his dreams more than any other and make him the quiet, sad, and slightly mad boy he was now.

The two new members of the gang were Mel and Zack. Zack was only six and even quieter than Harry. Mel, on the other hand was eight. Harry didn't like Mel at all, and neither did most of the others, especially Ethan. Mel had come from one of the other city gangs after they kicked him out. He always tried to be in charge and was way too cocky for his own good. He never really held his weight in the gang and always took more than he gave. Mel also tried to be superior to Harry just because he was older, but Harry was much more skilful in surviving on the streets than him.

As they rose Harry and Ethan greeted them. By the time all of them were up the sun had completely risen. Harry went and sat down next to Jack and Sarah to plan there day of pick pocketing.

This was how it would continue for another three years. Harry and his gang would continue to steal just enough to get by and not have too much trouble. They never stole unless it was necessary and they never fought with other gangs unless they were defending there territory, which continued to be there abandoned warehouse, or defending themselves on the street. That is what Harry liked about the foxes. They weren't barbaric like the other gangs of the street, who would wage wars on other gangs. Some gangs even made it mandatory that you kill someone from another gang before they would let you in. Harry's gang stayed away from these gangs as much as possible.

THREE YEARS LATER

Around Harry's six year anniversary of living on the streets, the gang's luck changed. The downfall of the foxes began one day when Jack had disappeared. The other members of the gang had spent days looking for him but never found him or new what had happened to him. About a month latter they had lost Mark and Charley in a very brutal gang fight. Now there gang was dangerously close to extinction and it only got worse when Sarah had died later that winter. It had been a very nasty winter and Sarah had let her feet get too cold. She died of frost bit before she new what happened. Her death and Jack's disappearance had hit Harry almost as hard as Maggie's death had. They were the last two people that he could call his family. After all he had been through and all he had lost, he was now on the verge of madness. Mostly because of his friends' fate but also because of the nightmares. No mater how hard he tried he had never been able to stop the nightly ordeal seeing his last memory of his beloved 'mother', Maggie.

The foxes were now narrowed down to four. Zack, Mel, Ethan, and a slightly mad, Harry.

The end of the foxes was brought a bought that February. There had been a blizzard the week before and everything was covered in snow. Harry and his gang had made and sort of alliance with another group of orphans who called themselves the wolves a few months before when Harry had rescued one of there number from another gang. The wolves were having trouble with another gang and Harry's gang had been living with the Wolfs so they could help fight if the hostile gang would attacked. And attack they did.

One February the two gangs had walked outside to find themselves surrounded by about twenty-five dirty looking people. Even with the help of the foxes, the defenders were still outnumbered by at least ten. After fifteen minutes, the defenders had been reduced by about half. Harry, Zack and Ethan were easily three of the best fighters there, Zack was not as well known but everyone on the streets knew that Raven and Ethan were two of the best fighters on the streets. Especially Raven, who was said to be a bit mad.

Mel on the other hand was a coward. Harry had not seen him since the beginning of the battle and was a little worried, despite his dislike for him. He spun around to search for Mel That was when he saw Zack lying on the ground dead, his dark red blood staining the few spots of snow around him that were not already covered in blood. Harry was so angry he fell to his knees and screamed. His anger was increased ten fold when he saw Ethan get stabbed in the back by someone. As Ethan died, Harry stood and went over to his Murderer to get revenge. He was shocked to see who it was.

Harry and Mel locked eyes. Harry's normally emotionless eyes were filed with murderous rage that no one had ever seen. This scared Mel so bad he nearly wet himself. Although Mel would never admit it, he new that he didn't stand a chance against Harry. He also new that Harry was slightly insane and would not let him get away with what he had done. Harry began to attack Mel with his knife and Mel tried with all his might to defend himself, but it was no use. The fight had not lasted ten seconds before Harry had slashed open Mel's throat.

After Mel was dead, Harry turned back to the battle. The few wolves that were left were scattering. They had lost the Battle.

Harry then took of into the city. He once again, had no one. All his friends were now gone.

Harry never did join another gang. He mainly just lived alone and continued to be a pickpocket. He still had a lot of enemies so he occasionally got into fights with people. Most of these people were people who had heard of his reputation of being such a good fighter and wanted to be known as the one who had killed Raven.

His only companion was his dog, who he had named Mag after the woman he could have called his mother. Mag had found Harry sleeping in an alley and Harry had taken her in. Harry figured she was some kind of Malamute, defiantly not native. She had black and white fir and was a medium sized dog. Although Mag was as dirty as every thing else thrown out on the street, she was a beautiful dog. Mag was also extremely loyal to Harry and very obedient. He and Mag always looked out for each other. Mag even fought with Harry whenever someone would try to mug him.

Mag had found Harry in the beginning of the summer after the fateful battle in which Harry had lost his last two friends.

Harry and Mag had found an old factory to live in. The factory suited Harry perfectly. It was big, vacant, and quiet.

From there on Harry's life had become much simpler.


AUGUST 5, 1991

HOGWARTS CASTLE

Professor Dumbledore sat in his office reading a letter from the minister asking for his advice. He had been mildly amused at the man's lack of confidence.

His ears perked up as he heard loud thundering footsteps coming up the stairs. When the foot steps stopped there was an urgent sounding nock on the door that nearly shook the whole castle.

"Come in Hagrid" Dumbledore said calmly.

A Gigantic man burst through the door with an urgent look on his face. "Professor, I think there's some thin' wrong, I've been tryin' to contact Harry all week but I can'. He aint at his Aunt and Uncles, that's fer sure".

As he said this the twinkle in the old mans eyes was extinguished. "Oh dear" he said to himself. After thinking for a minute He looked up to Hagrid and said "Thank you Hagrid. Could you please ask professor Snape to bring me his strongest truth potion? I need to make a visit to the Dursley's."

A few hours latter Dumbledore walked into the great hall, looking the sadist he had looked in nearly ten years. The other teachers residing at the castle who had been eating dinner at the time were all very worried to see the usually cheerful man looking so sad.

"What's wrong professor?", one of the teachers asked.

Dumbledore looked up at all of them and said "I've just been to visit young mister Potter's home and acquired some terrible news."

The room was silent for a moment until Professor McGonagall said "what is it Albus?"

Dumbledore took his seat at the head of the table and said in a tired voice "He wasn't there".

"What, why not, where is he?"

"I don't know".

Every one was silent for another few minutes before Dumbledore continued "For those of you who do not know, when Lily and James were killed Lily gave here life for Harry, her love for him was so strong that it gave Harry protection that cold not be broken by and dark magic. This is what saved Harry's life. In order to preserve this protection, I sent Harry to live with his only blood relative, His aunt Petunia. This would prove to be the biggest mistake of my life." He paused for a few moments and then continued, "When I arrived at the Dursley's they denied ever knowing the boy, I was not satisfied so I gave them a truth potion. Under the Influence of the potion they told me some very terrible things." He had to regroup before he could continued again. "They told me that as soon as he got there they had forced him to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, and they told me about how they would starve him for long periods of time. They also confessed to brutally beating him nearly every day for his entire life. It was also reveled that his uncle Vernon would occasionally get really drunk, tie Harry up and torture the poor boy in ways I would not expect from anyone other than Voldemort. I was told that he would cut Harry with knives, or electrocute him all for his own enjoyment. He even... molested Harry on several occasions. And worst of all they told me that when Harry was five, his uncle beat him to within an inch of his life with a shovel and left him for dead behind a dumpster in London."

Every one in the room (with the exception of Snape) was now crying. Dumbledore realized that they all thought he was dead. But Dumbledore knew that Harry was alive somewhere. And that sooner or later they would find him. Once his accidental magic got strong enough it would be picked up. Now he just needed to wait and hope Harry was alright.

(A/N) Thank you for reading the first chapter of my story. Please review and feel free to criticize.