The suburbs weren't a horrible place to live. Not at all. No one really had problems, and were, for the most part, full of happy families or content loners.

They were, however, completely and utterly all conniving, nosey, snobbish frauds who were obsessed with their own idea of "normalcy." Well, Harry couldn't speak for all of them of course. But he could definitely testify for the Dursleys, (more against them than anything,) and he had the scars and bruises to prove it.

That brings us to our subject, (well, one of our subjects,) a Mr. Harry James Potter. Harry was a skinny boy, who was shorter than most of his peers. He was only seven years old, so it didn't really matter once the growth spurts hit, but he was still constantly seen as weak because of it. But he wasn't weak. Not really. Sure, physically, he wouldn't be able to squish a fly, but he could do other things. He could do things without touching them, impossible things.

Because of this, the Dursleys called him a freak, and often beat him because of it. Harry didn't know why they hated him so much, he was sure that they were family, but the other children at school didn't get beaten by their uncles or fathers. They weren't forced to cook, work in the garden, and wash the dishes by their aunts or mothers. And their cousins definitely didn't enjoy partaking in any game similar to "Harry Hunting." Unless they were a part of Dudley's gang of course.

The mention of the game Harry's cousin was so particularly fond of should call to your attention the location and situation Subject Number 1 is in. Currently, Harry was hiding from his cousin and his gang in a small storage space inside their school. It was just after hours, and Harry was crouched down, trying to discern the sounds of the passers by from Dudley and his meat-headed friends.

It wasn't hard, no one stomped around like Dudley did, trying to lug around all his access fat while still keeping his balance. Harry's heart thudded hard in his chest when he heard Dudley's footsteps stop in front of the closed door that separated the cousins. The barricade wasn't thick enough in Harry's opinion.

"Hey, Dudley, why don't we forget about the freak and leave. My mum wants me to be home early tonight. Besides, he's probably already run to your house by now." A voice that Harry recognized as one of Dudley's followers spoke up, out of breath.

"Fine, but I just know he didn't go back home. He knows he'll get worse if he runs there, one way or another. No, he's definitely still in school," Dudley's voice came muffled through the door. Astonishingly, his tone sounded like he was thinking incredibly hard on something. "But fine, if you want to go home to your mommy, go ahead. I'll just start opening every door in this place."

"Oh, come on Dudley! That would be a waste of time! He probably tried to go up on the roof again. Though he'd be stupid to. He'd just get in trouble with the teachers again," the same voice from before sounded, and now it held even more exasperation.

"Not to mention that he'd get struck by lightning," a third voice guffawed, probably taking pride in his apparent spike in wit. As the voice spoke, a bright flash went through the cracks in the doorway, followed by a loud boom of thunder. Harry flinched and started shaking. He was terrified of thunder, he had been extremely reluctant to go to school when he learned that there was going to be a storm just after school let out. Just after the loud crack, Dudley's voice broke through the chorus of grunting laughter.

"Well, I want to open at least one door, other wise this game would be pointless." Harry remarked to himself that the game was pointless no matter how many doors Dudley opened. What sort of point could one have in beating up one's cousin. Harry chalked it up to Dudley's lacking vocabulary. Harry thought that the phrase, "wouldn't sate my sadistic tendencies" suited the context much better. "Let's open this one." The steps walked closer to the door Harry was crouched in front of. Apparently the game would sate Dudley's sadistic needs once again, Harry noted in horror.

As the door opened, Dudley peered inside, trying to find the shadow of Harry from the other shapes in the broom closet. As he looked down, a white light flashed behind him, turning him into a silhouette in Harry's eyes for a split second before the light overwhelmed all that Harry could see. All Dudley saw however, was the dirty, tiled floor of a broom closet, strewn with different objects.

"See, Dudley, he's not there. Can we go home now? Though I think we'll probably get wet from the rain." A chubby boy called from behind Dudley. The fat ringleader turned around, slamming the door shut as he spoke.

"Yeah. I'll call my mum to see if she'll pick us up. Doesn't look like he's here, anyway."
Harry wasn't there. He wasn't at his house or on the roof either. In fact, Harry had been sent nearly 60 years backward into the past.

AN: This first chapter turned out to be similar to another story I wrote called Alien.

Well, welcome old readers. I know that I've only posted a prologue for Fieldtrip! and I still haven't gotten around to Alien's sequel. But I really wanted to try this idea. It looks like I'm going to be trying to keep up with multiple stories.
And a big warm welcome to any new readers. I wrote this story because I was reading a lot of Tom Riddle/ Harry Potter Fanfics lately, and I noticed that many people either have Harry adopt Tom, have them older with Harry trying to kill Tom, or skip over the whole process of Harry bonding with him. I personally find myself more interested in when they are younger and bond. The only one that I can say with absolute certainty (that I have read of course) that does as such is one called Castle of Glass by minidraken. Seriously, I could and am reading that over and over again.

So, this is just what I want to write. I couldn't care less if someone thought that I am being unoriginal. I will however take any constructive criticism that I can get. If someone finds what I am writing offensive (besides it being a homosexual relationship, or the whole, "but they're enemies!" thing,) I will discuss it with them and act accordingly.

Yeah, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a fujiyoshi. This will be a shounen ai, (yaoi if I get bold) so if you DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!
I solemnly swear that I do not own J. K. Rowling's series, Harry Potter, nor shall I ever be so disrespectful to claim that I do. This is purely for my own amusement, and I hope it entertains any audience I may get!
Press the button please, or I'll set the bludgers on you. *Psychotic smile, the kind Tom has.*