Disclamer: I don't own Harry Potter. If you recognize something, it is probably something I subconsciously remembered and didn't recognize to give credit. This is my first story so please Review if you have suggestions.

'Thoughts'

Prologue

A tall silver haired man with moon shaped spectacles walked briskly down the street of Privet Drive with a black robe fluttering behind him, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed him. In his arms were two small bundles wrapped in a blanket.

The man glanced around again as he walked up to the door of Number 4 Privet Drive. Arriving at the door, he placed the bundles on the door mat and tucked a note into one of the bundles. Without so much as a backward glance he walked swiftly to the end of Privet Drive, turned on the spot, and vanished with a small crack.

Back at the door of Number 4, one of the bundles moved as the baby inside shifted in his sleep, drawing closer to his sister. His hand reflexively closed around the note. He had raven hair, while his sister had lily red hair. Their eyes were closed over emerald green eyes. Their names were Harry and Violet Potter.

Petunia Dursley was a scrawny woman with a horse like neck and a haughty expression. She was constantly gossiping about her neighbors and wondering if they had found out anything bad about her. This morning she opened the door to get the paper as usual when she noticed the two bundles at her feet. She almost let out a scream that she only held back because the neighbors would come investigating. Quickly rushing past, she grabbed the paper and came back, scooped down, and none to gently picked them up. She hurried into the house and slammed the door shut.

"Is something the matter Petunia dear?" called Vernon Dursley.

Vernon was a beach ball on legs. He had a handlebar mustache, short cropped hair, and small beady brown eyes. His fat bottom spilled over the chair he was currently sitting in.

"Vernon come here please. I found something on our porch that I need to discuss with you," Petunia called.

Vernon laboriously got out of his chair and waddled into the living room. The living room was perfectly ordinary, with a couch, a chair, and a fireplace. Around the room were pictures of Vernon, Petunia, and a large baby named Dudley. "What is it Petunia?" he asked. He looked at Petunia and saw the two bundles next to her, "WHAT IS THAT?!" he bellowed.

At the sound of his bellowing, Violet awoke and started crying.

"Vernon, please, let me explain," Petunia pleaded as she clamped her hand over Violet's mouth. Harry struggled as he saw his sister's mouth being shut but he was constrained by the blanket around him.

"Fine, but be quick about it," Vernon huffed.

Immediately Petunia started rapidly speaking, "When I went out to get the paper just now, these were laying on the porch. I brought these in because I don't want the neighbors investigating why we left two babies on the porch. There is a note that was on them and I want you to read it, please, so we can discuss it."

"Very well," Vernon growled, "Let's see the note."

As he read, Vernon's face grew progressively paler, until it was a white as a ghost. He looked up a Petunia and asked in a weak, disbelieving voice, "Magic is real?" Petunia nodded solemnly and Vernon promptly fainted.

Four year old Harry was tired. He had been doing chores all day. Chores that no four year old should be doing. He and Violet were resting in their cupboard under the stairs, silently communicating to each other that everything would be all right.

Suddenly the front door burst open and Vernon tromped through the door, a beer bottle in his hand. "FREAKS! COME HERE NOW!"

Violet trembled as she and Harry opened the cupboard door and went to the living room. Harry shivered at the look Vernon was giving them. It was the look of pure hatred and rage.

Vernon grabbed Harry's arm with bruising strength and yanked him into the middle of the living room. He leaned down close to Harry's face breathing hard, his face shining with anger. Harry smelled the alcohol on his uncles breath. "YOU UNGRATEFUL FREAK! YOU AND YOUR SISTER ARE THE REASON I GOT DEMOTED AT WORK TODAY! EVERYTHING HAS GONE WRONG SINCE YOU FREAKS CAME HERE!"

Here Vernon smiled, madness dancing in his eyes. "Since it is your birthday today, it's time to give you your birthday gift. Payback for everything you have given us!" With that exclamation, he flung Harry into the wall. Harry hit hard and crumpled to the floor. Vernon then picked Violet up by the hair and threw her next to Harry's crumpled form.

"Are you ready freaks!?" Vernon yelled as he unbuckled his belt. It was a nice belt with a large expensive looking buckle. "Happy Birthday to you!" Vernon started singing drunkenly as he swung the belt down on the defenseless four year old twins.

Harry cried out in pain as the buckle lashed across his back. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he looked up at his uncle. He saw the anger and enjoyment on his uncles face and new that they were going to die that night. As Vernon swung the belt again, Harry threw himself over Violet, crying out as the belt opened another gash across his back.

Lost in his rage, Vernon swung again and again, not caring about where he hit. Harry's pain grew as the belt struck him all over his body. Occasionally the belt struck Violet and she would shiver, but she wouldn't cry out and give Vernon the satisfaction. Then Vernon got a lucky shot and hit her in the side of her neck. Violet screamed and Harry felt consumed with rage. In that moment of rage, he felt something inside expand, like a river broke through a damn. Along with that expansion, he could feel something like that energy was merging with another similar energy. And with that merging came emotions, he felt fear and anger that was not his own. It seemed vaguely familiar, like a half forgotten dream. And that fear only caused his anger to increase to exponential proportions.

A curious sensation began in Harry's chest, a pressure that fluctuated between hot and cold. The pressure started in his chest and spread outward down his arms and legs until his body was consumed by the sensation. Then suddenly, the pressure released and there was a blinding flash of light.

When the light receded, the damage was revealed. Uncle Vernon was embedded in the wall, the couches were overturned, and Harry and Violet were no where to be seen. Harry stirred briefly to notice that they were in the cupboard and their injuries were healed, before he passed out.

A few hours later, just before dawn, the door to their cupboard was wrenched open and a tall, silver-haired man stepped in. He was wearing a most elaborate robe, all sorts of colors arrayed in dizzying patterns. He had been notified through his monitors that the twins lives were in danger.

The man raised a stick and mumbled a few words, gesturing with the stick. A frown appeared on his face and he waved the stick a few more times. "Curious," he muttered, "It seems like the bindings have broken, but this shouldn't be possible. As well they have extensive evidence of healing magic almost completely permitting their whole bodies." The frown deepened and the man waved his stick one more time. "Might as well put the bindings on them again, this time tighter."

With that, the man left the cupboard and went to Petunia and Vernon's room. He waved his stick a couple more times and the memories of that night were taken away. Then he left the house, wondering if he should keep a tighter watch on his pawns. Maybe Aribella Figg would be a good watcher.

AN: I am sorry I haven't updated in a while. I have been working on other things and this was put on the back-burner. But I have been working on it slowly. Expect Infrequent Updates.