Author: Riddle-sama

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Four Brothers. They belong to their respective owners. I am making no money for this at all. The only thing I really own is the plotline I have planned :)

Pairings: Harry/Angel

Warnings: Mentions of character death, vague mentions of abuse (emotional, physical, and sexual), curse words, explicit slash in later chapters. You have been warned.

Ages are:
Harry/Tyler (as he will be referred to after a certain point) 15

Jack 15

Angel 17

Jerry 20

Bobby 23

XX

Harry sat staring vacantly at the dingy wall of his tiny room at Privet Drive. The soon-to-be 16 year old sat as still as a statue, his dead green eyes staring emptily into what seemed to be nothing, but behind those eyes a battle waged in a memory that seemed to be forever stuck on replay. Endlessly, Harry tortured himself with the memory of his Godfather, Sirius falling through the veil, a shocked smile frozen on his handsome yet haggard face. Harry's eyes closed in pain and tears began to fall as he let the guilt overwhelm him. With the death of his Godfather came the ending of his hope of ever getting out of Privet Drive and into a true family that would love him as a family should.

A soundless sob escaped his sore throat, his vocal chords had given out hours earlier under the pressure of tortured screams and pleading sobs of 'don't leave me!' and 'I'm so sorry!' For the first time in two days, Harry moved of his own volition - to curl up on the hard cot he slept on to wrap his emaciated frame in the threadbare blanket and bury his tear-stained face in his flat pillow.

Harry was broken and he had no will to piece himself back together. Sooner than Harry thought possible, he fell into an untroubled slumber, oblivious to the world around him.

Dead green eyes snapped open at the incessant rapping at his door. "Boy!" came the shrill voice of his Aunt Petunia, "Get up! We must leave for the airport soon! Get your things together!"

Harry's eyes flicked over at the empty bag his aunt had given him the day before. The sharp taps of his aunt's heels faded downstairs, she obviously believed he was up and following her orders.

Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed after sitting up, then pushed himself into a standing position. Feeling strangely detached, he transferred his ratty, hand-me-down clothing into the backpack. Harry left his school books where they were in his trunk. The Dursleys only planned on staying in Detroit, Michigan for a few weeks before coming back home. However, Harry tucked his wand into the leather holster Remus had given him for his fourteenth birthday and then strapped it onto his right forearm. Then Harry turned to Hedwig, his faithful owl. She was perched within her open cage, the soft breeze coming in through the open window gently ruffled her white plumage. Harry was glad that he had obviously unconsciously set up everything to where she would be able to take care of herself. He would have hated for her to have died of his neglect.

Her large gold eyes looked upon him sternly and Harry sidled up to her to try and make amends with his best friend. "I'm so sorry Hedwig." He cooed gently, stroking her beautiful plumage gently in apology. "I didn't mean to forget about you. Will you ever forgive me?" The she-owl looked at him reproachfully for a few moments before climbing up his offered arm and onto his shoulder where she nipped him chidingly. Harry chucked weakly and nuzzled her. "I do love you girl, but I need you to deliver a letter for me."

Her gold eyes lit up with importance and she hooted eagerly. Harry carefully penned a letter to Remus about his trip, neglecting to mention just where in the United States he was going, and asking if he would care for Hedwig during his absence. Normally he would send Hedwig to the Weaselys, but they had been strangely quiet in the responses they sent to him. They must have finally given up on him, he was only likely to kill Ron with his luck. Hermione was much the same.

After tying the finished letter to Hedwig's leg, Harry looked into her eyes to express how serious he was. "I want you to stay with Remus after you deliver this to him, OK? I know he'll take care of you while I'm gone, so take care of him OK? Fly safe Hedwig." Hedwig preened him affectionately then took off out the window, leaving Harry alone in his room.

Dejectedly, Harry gathered his bag and trudged downstairs where he put the ratty bag next to the pristine suitcases that sat waiting in the entryway. Hearing movement in the kitchen, Harry entered demurely and waited for his aunt to acknowledge him. She glared at him with beady blue eyes. "Boy," she snapped, " take the bags out to the car. Pack them neatly into the boot then come back to me when you're finished. Damage anything and Vernon will have your hide, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." He murmured quietly, leaving the kitchen to get started on his chore. He was extra careful with the bags because the last thing he needed was to have bleeding wounds and bruises on his body during a lengthy flight across the Atlantic ocean.

The flight had been as long as Harry had feared it would be, there was nothing really for him to do other than read and re-read the inflight magazine in a desperate attempt to fend off the terrorizing memories of the death of Sirius. He had been fed, thankfully, as it would have seemed suspicious otherwise, so for once his stomach was full and he was no longer tired. They arrived at the international airport in New York on time and Harry was stuck with toting the numerous carry-on bags that the Dursleys had brought with them to the next gate where their plane would take them to Detroit.

Huffing with exertion and feeling just a little weak and lightheaded, Harry gently dropped the bags onto the tiled floor of the airport next to the small area his relatives had staked out to wait for their flight. They sneered at him, their hateful eyes just daring him to sit with them, so Harry chose to wander over to the large window that looked out over the docks and landing strips. Beyond the planes was the concrete jungle he had heard so much about. The tall skyscrapers loomed in the distance and Harry was mesmerized by the dim light he could see playing off the tinted glass.

He wished he could slip away and disappear within that steel and concrete forest and never have to worry about the wizarding world or Voldemort or the stupid Dursleys ever again, but the horror stories he had heard about the streets kept him from doing anything so impulsive. Harry slid to the floor, an ache in his chest as the torturous memories crept back in. Tears sprang to his eyes as the sight of his beloved Godfather falling into the veil played again in his mind's eye. Then there was a change in the routine of torture he couldn't pull himself out of, Cedric's dead eyes staring accusingly at him, pleading him the reason why Harry couldn't save him.

Harry's body jerked minutely with this new development. He wanted to scream out loud for it all to stop, but kept it tightly reigned in. The last thing he needed was to make a scene and make Vernon angry enough to beat him again. Harry didn't need the physical pain heaped on top of the emotional pain he was already feeling. So he did what he did best, he pulled all those feelings inside of himself and pushed them so far down in his mind that all he was left with was an echoing emptiness within his slowly cooling heart.

Newly empty green eyes flicked across the gate floor to the flashing sign that announced the departure time of his flight. It read 7:30 pm in bright red numbers. The flight wouldn't begin to board for another 20 minutes so Harry made himself more comfortable in his little spot next to the window to wait.

Harry jerked awake at the piercing overhead crackled to life to inform the weary passengers that the flight to Detroit would be boarding now. Harry groaned quietly, wondering when he had fallen asleep as he trudged over to his relatives to gather their bags. He followed quietly behind them all, carrying the bags, his head turned to the floor to avoid having to look at his disgustingly fat uncle and cousin and his equally skinny aunt. A flare of true fury searing his heart and making his hair stand up awkwardly a bit more with the amount of magic that surged to the surface to do his bidding. Harry panicked slightly, struggling to push the magic down. He did not notice the concerned gaze of the woman behind the ticket scanner.

When the four of them came up next to the woman, she saw that the small, ragged boy was carrying all of the bags the family had. Her eyes narrowed on the family before giving a plastic smile. "Good evening. May I see your tickets please?" Vernon grumbled but handed over the tickets to the woman. She scanned them quickly and nodded when all four tickets proved to be correct. She almost let them pass by her into the hallway beyond when she held up a hand. "I'm sorry, Sir, but I need to know how many carry-on bags you are planning to take onto the plane."

Petunia's lips thinned in annoyance as she lifted her nose into the air, "We have six, is that a problem?" The woman's smile became a little evil. "I'm very sorry, but yes it is. Airline policy is that each passenger carries only one carry-on bag onto the plane. This policy has been in effect since the terrorist attack on September eleventh for your safety as well as the safety of other passengers. I'm sorry for the inconvenience but I am going to have to ask you to check your extra bags over at the desk a few gates down. Do not worry, we will not allow you to miss your flight. I will have someone come along to help you carry the bags over to the desk." The woman said, the inflection in her voice telling just how not sorry she was. Dudley began to whine, well on his way to a spectacular tantrum since two or three of the bags Harry was dragging around was filled with his video games and snacks. The woman just waved a man in a blue uniform over to them and he took the six bags from Harry, hauling them effortlessly over to the desk indicated by the woman. Vernon grumbled angrily about speaking to a manager, but waddled after the man in uniform. Petunia soothed Dudley with promises that Harry didn't bother to hear as he followed closely behind, trying his damnedest to remain inconspicuous.

The guy behind the counter was tall and had dark hair and eyes. He looked indifferently at the Vernon as the fat man raved at him over the number of carry-ons allowed to a passenger. He efficiently silenced the man with empty assurances he probably had to give every other ranting client sent to his desk. Harry felt sorry for the man as he took Vernon's verbal abuse and was amazed when all the man did was shrug it off and ask Vernon which bags he would like to check. The simple question sent Vernon into another tizzy of ranting. Those dark eyes flashed with annoyance for a moment before he forced a smile and pointed out that the flight was only an hour and that at the other end their bags would be returned to them safely. Harry admired the man's bravery. Vernon, whose face had turned purple with outrage, calmed somewhat. He lifted a meaty hand and gestured at Dudley to pick which bags he wanted to be checked. The look on his face was dark, daring the spoiled and fat teenager to make a scene with so many other people around. With a petulant frown, Dudley pointed at two different ones, letting the man take them away with little fuss.

Once that ordeal was dealt with, Harry took up the diminished pile of luggage and followed his dreadful relatives back to the other terminal to board their plane with barely five minutes left before departure. The woman winked at Harry as he passed, making the fifteen year old smile gratefully. Only a little while longer to go before he could hide in the hotel room for the duration of their stay.

The plane flight was quick and relatively painless with only one small tantrum from Dudley when Petunia told him that he could not bother the pretty hostess for any more peanuts and a quick glare at Harry from Vernon when the same hostess asked him if he wanted anything before she asked Dudley.

After departing from the plane and gathering their bags at baggage claim, Vernon led them to a small blue kiosk off the side of one of the car rental counters. He grunted at Petunia when she griped at him for using the tiny machine instead of the counter. Before long they were in a nice luxury car (Harry had been threatened with pain if he so much as scratched the leather seats) and driving to their hotel. Or at least Harry thought they were.

Stubborn as he was, Vernon had refused a GPS system and a map, preferring to find his own way in a city he had never been in before. Harry snorted quietly to himself, his uncle was as stupid as a rock if he thought that he could automatically find his way around in an unfamiliar city.

They had arrived in Detroit at about 9:00 pm and now it was closing in on 11:00, Petunia was sleeping quietly up in the front seat and Dudley was focused intently on his hand-held game system. Vernon had been driving in circles for the past two hours and Harry was sure they were lost. His fears were cemented when Vernon turned onto a seedy-looking street that seemed to blend maliciously with the shadows. Merlin, Harry thought to himself, I hope I don't die due to this man's stupidity.

After driving around aimlessly for a while, Vernon slowed to a stop at a stop sign at a street corner. That was when all hell broke loose. Eight tall, masked men crowded the car, ripping open the unlocked doors with ease and heaving the frightened family out. Harry was thrown at least ten feet due to how light he was. His head collided with something hard and unforgivably cold. Dazed and bleeding, Harry watched with heavy eyes as Vernon made the situation worse by blustering about connections and jail time. One man, obviously the leader by the way the other seven looked to him for guidance, got in Vernon's face, showing how serious he was being by shooting Dudley in the head, killing him instantly. Petunia screamed in horror, her normally narrowed eyes wide with shock as she looked upon the corpse of her only son. She screamed insults at her son's killer only to be silenced as the man's next bullet found it's home between her eyes. Petunia gasped and she fell back to the ground. Her thin body made a muted thump against the tar of the street. Vernon sputtered with rage, lunging at the man that had just killed his family but was stopped in his tracks as another gunshot took his life away.

Harry watched this all distantly. He was unable to comprehend what had just happened. He moved his head a bit to try and see better but his efforts were thwarted by an intense amount of pain. Harry lost consciousness instantly.

While Harry lay unconscious in the street, the eight men when through everything the Dursleys had brought with them. They stole everything of value and when one man pointed out Harry he was examined as well. His head was bleeding heavily from a wound and the men could barely feel a pulse. Harry's breathing was shallow as well. The leader of the group narrowed his eyes on the boy's emaciated form. "Leave him," he ordered his lackeys. "The kid will be dead soon anyway. Let's not waste ammunition and just keep going. Aaron, you drive that sweet ass ride back to my place. Let's get out of here." He shooed his men on their way then waited until they were all out of earshot before he pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.

"There's been a shootout up on magnolia drive and east crescent ave. Three are dead and one is bleeding heavily from a head wound. Come quickly." He hung up and considered the boy laying on the street. He was so small and the large clothes draped over his frame just made him seem even smaller. He was glad he had killed those motherfuckers. Child abusers like them deserved to burn in hell. But the kid was not his problem, he might as well just leave now before the cops arrived and hauled him in to jail.

"Good luck kid." He murmured to the unconscious boy before fading into the night.

XxX

He woke suddenly and was not sure what had woken him. He opened his eyes only to clench the lids tightly back together when the harsh overhead lights attacked his sensitive eyeballs. Opening them again, this time more slowly, he looked around the room he lay in. It was vaguely familiar, as though he had been in one like it before, but he couldn't remember. But before he could truly begin to wonder why he could not remember, somebody came in.

It was a tall, smartly dressed man. He had hard dark eyes and semi-dark skin. He was followed closely by a pale man in the same dress and a gangly red headed man wearing a white coat over his shirt and slacks. Something about this last man's appearance sparked a memory, but He could not really think of it through the fog in his mind.

"Hello, I'm Lieutenant Green and this is my partner, Detective Fowler as well as your Doctor, Doctor Kinley. Can you tell us your name, son?" Lt. Green said softly, his smile gentle for him. He smiled tentatively back and opened his mouth to tell the nice man his name, only nothing came to the forefront. A confused frown settled over his features and he looked away from his company to stare at the white blankets covering his form. Why couldn't he remember his name?

"Son? Are you still with us?" Lt. Green asked, stepping closer to the boy. Green eyes bright with tears met his own dark ones. "I don't know. Why don't I know my name? Isn't that an easy thing to remember?" Lt. Green felt his heart lurch for the tiny boy. Dr. Kinley stepped forward.

"It is possible that the head trauma he experienced could be the cause of his loss of memory." The other two men winced at the doctor's words, but he just frowned confusedly.

"What trauma?" he asked and tried to sit up in bed. Tried being the key word. A wave of pain and dizziness overwhelmed him and he fell back onto the bed. Dr. Kinley rushed forward, checking the boy's temperature and the bandages tied tightly around the boy's head. "Don't push yourself, you'll reopen the stitches. You are lucky you woke up at all, with how malnourished you were coupled with the trauma from the attack." the kind doctor chided gently. The tears that the boy had valiantly tried to hold back streamed down his pale cheeks.

"But I don't even remember getting hurt! Why is this happening to me?" The boy wailed, overwhelmed and distraught with the influx of information the three men in the room had given him. Dr. Kinley hushed the boy and rubbed his back in soothing circles, mentally willing his tiny patient to calm down. The boy eventually quieted down, pulling away from the calming embrace of the doctor to look at the two police men.

"What's going to happen to me now?" he asked softly, his bright green eyes rimmed with red from his tears. Lt. Green and Fowler exchanged a quick glance and Lt. Green took in a deep breath.

"You are going to have to go into the foster care system until a permanent placement is arranged for you. We will have to give you a name to go by until you are adopted and given a proper one. Do you have any preference?" The boy had looked down sadly at the blanket draped around him as he listened. At the man's question, the boy drew up his knees to his chest and placed his chin on them as he thought.

"I like Tyler." He said suddenly, startling the three men with the abrupt break in the silence. Lt. Green smiled, "Alright then, Tyler it is. Tyler Doe as you have no idea what your real last name is. As soon as Dr. Kinley gives you the all clear someone from CPS will pick you up and place you within a temporary foster home as well as set you up with some sort of schooling. Get well soon Tyler. If I could just have a minute of your time doctor?" Lt. Green and Detective Fowler nodded at the newly dubbed Tyler and left the room to wait just outside for Dr. Kinley. Dr. Kinley gently settled Tyler back into the bed, giving him a soft smile before he left the room as well.

Tyler curled up under his blankets and cried himself to sleep.

Alright, I have no idea how police deal with amnesic people after a crime so I just went with this since it is a logical route. Hope you liked it! ^_^

I also have Etidorpha to thank immensely for her help with the name as well as allowing me to bounce ideas off of her. THANK YOU HUN! YOU'RE A LIFE SAVER! -Ahem- Anyway, for those of you who liked my other two storied, don't worry, I'm working on them, it's just that this one came out first ^_^

~Riddle