Maltratar Camp

Chapter 1-A visitor

A boy sat outside of a tall building, near a lake, eating lunch. His friends were talking with him, but he didn't really listen. It was now two years since he came here.

"Hey mate", one of the boy's friends said."Are you listening?"

"What?"

"Do you think about two years ago?", another one asked. In return he got a nod.

"Want to talk about it, Harry?"

"Fine", Harry Potter, black haired with green eyes, said."But don't tell anyone, Bruce, Stephen and James, OK?"

"Of course we don't!", Bruce Baker, blond haired and with light-blue eyes, answered.

"Tell us", James Burton, brown haired and black eyed, advised."It helps to talk about it, believe me."

"He is right", Stephen McCall, red haired with lots of freckles and dark-blue eyes, agreed.

"It was today two years ago", Harry began his tale, remembering at the same time.

Flashback

The door bell went.

"Boy!", a wale like man yelled."Open the door!"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon", the nine year old child said.

In front of the door was a man, tall with dark-brown hair and brown eyes.

"Is your uncle here?", he asked.

"Yes, I shall get him. Turning around Harry yelled for his uncle."Uncle Vernon, there is someone who wants to speak to you!"

An instant later Vernon Dursley was next to his nephew.

"What can I do for you?"

"I am here for Harry Potter, Mr. Dursley", the man said."Pardon me for not introducing me. My name is Michael, Michael John and I'm from an Institute where children who are not happy with their family are being raised. We are looking for boys like Harry."

"Do you mean that you take the boy away?", Vernon asked.

"Yes, exactly."

"Boy! Get your things!"

Harry gathered all his belongings, which were the baby blanket and three broken toys, and then got back to the door.

"Good bye, I hope to never see you again!", Vernon smirked as the Potter boy left with this man.

End Flashback

"...And now I'm here", Harry finished, looking at his friends."Here, at home."

"Wow", Stephen finally said."He didn't like you, did he?"

"If you mean my uncle, no he didn't. He often beat me up for not doing the chores faster."

"We are all lucky that we came here", James said. "Here we have a family. I'm glad Michael took me away from my father."

Suddenly the boys heard someone argue.

"You can't take him from here!", a woman, Harry recognized her as Ms. Howard, yelled.

"I can and I will", an unfamiliar voice said.

"How did you even find out about us? Not many people know that Maltratar Camp exists", Christine Howard went on.

"I'm here to get that boy", the man repeated.

"OK, I will get him and then we will see if he wants to come or not!"Turning around the Geography teacher yelled at the boys."Harry, come here for a moment!"

Slowly, with fear on his face, the boy stood up.

"Every thing's going to be OK", Stephen assured him.

"Thanks", Harry replied, managing a smile, beginning to walk to his teacher and the man.

As he reached them he thought that he couldn't get any more nervous. He hoped that the man wasn't going to take him away. That's impossible, right?, Harry thought.

"Hello Harry", the man, who looked old with his long, white beard, greeted him.

"G-good day, sir", he replied.

"Would you like to come with me", the visitor began."I will bring you to a school, a boarding school. There you can learn things that you can not learn here."

"I-I want to stay here, sir", Harry whispered.

"I told you, Professor Dumbledore, he wants to stay here with his friends", Christine said triumphantly."Harry, you should get ready for you next lesson."

"Yes, Ms. Howard", he agreed, already running back to his friends.

"What was that about?" Bruce asked as he, James and Stephen headed together with Harry towards the School building.

"He wanted to take me away so that I can go to a boarding school," the boy replied. "But I said no. Then Ms. Howard told me to go to my next lessons."

"I think he'll be coming back," James said thoughtfully. "It sounded like he was sure of what he was doing."

"I hope not," Harry said, shuddering at the thought what might happen if he would go. Maybe the man would bring him back to his uncle? Or beat him up and make him do chores? You never know what people intend to do.

Albus was furious as he got told that Harry was token away from Privet Drive. But Severus had assured him that nothing would happen to the boy. For some reason both he and Minerva were glad about it. But what made him even angrier was that Harry refused to come to Hogwarts. How dare the people in this camp talk him into saying something like that? Hadn't the boy received his letter? And then the headmaster remembered that he had wanted to give Harry the letter by himself, not by post. He had to think about the boy's feelings. What would he feel when suddenly an owl appeared to give him a letter? He must be horrified, if not worse. At least that was what Albus thought.

"What do we do today in biology?" Harry asked his teacher as he and his friends entered. due to the fact that Ms. Howard had send them away early, they still had a few minutes until the bell would ring.

"I've got another wild animal to go through until we can move on to the human body," Mr. Jones said.

"What for an animal?" Stephen asked.

"The owl," the teacher replied.

"I love owls!" Harry exclaimed, jumping up and down for joy. "Especially snow owls, eagle owls and masked owls. They look cute."

"Then you will enjoy today's lesson," Mr. Jones smiled.