Yes, I am making a series of adopted Harry fics where he is rescued from the Dursleys. Don't worry, none of them will ever be forgotten or left behind. I intend to see all of them through to the very end. That is a promise. I have a ton of others planned, and I'm going to list the titles of each of them, so you guys can guess who Harry's adopted mother is for each one...

Mama's Little Pumpkin

The Heart of Cinder

The Rose Child

The Warmth of Winter

The Kitten of the Samurai Neko

From Goldilocks to Mama Bear

The Spy and the Wizard

Heart Bigger than a Titan

Teacher who Snips Away the Darkness

Warming a Broken Heart

Your reward for guessing these...ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, YAAAAAAAAAAAAY! I'm not telling if you get it right, either. Gotta keep some element of surprise in there. So, here's how this whole thing is gonna work...I spent an entire week updating Lucy's fic. Now, I'm going to spend the next week updating this one. And next week, I'm going to come out with a new fic. After that, the next two weeks will alternate between chapters for each mother. Then, after that, I will spend the next three weeks writing fics for three new mothers, who will then be added to the alternating thing I've got going on, and so on and so forth. With that said, I hope you guys enjoy what I have in store.

Vernon Dursley was in a bad mood. His good for nothing freak of a nephew had overcooked his toast that morning, he had gotten caught in a traffic jam on his way to work, and he had to skip lunch to catch up on some work. Well, that was one thing that could be fixed very easily...Vernon gripped the wheel of his car tightly, looking forward to getting home to his wife, child, and freaky little punching bag...

Harry James Potter hurriedly scrubbed away at the kitchen floor. His uncle was due to come home any minute now, and he thought maybe if he got all of his chores done, he would go easy on him today...

The little black-haired boy sighed with relief when the floor was practically sparkling. He rose to his feet, turned to go back to his cupboard...and his ears caught the sound of feet scraping along the kitchen floor. The boy's eyes widened, and he turned to see his obese cousin, scraping his muddy shoes against the kitchen floor and giving him an evil grin.

"You're gonna get in so much trouble when dad gets home!" The pig-like boy gloated. As if on cue, the front door swung open. Dudley grinned. "DAD! DAD! HARRY DIDN'T FINISH SCRUBBING THE KITCHEN FLOOR!"

"Thank you, Dudley. Why don't you run along and play?" Harry's face paled at the sound of his uncle's voice. He began shaking as the large man's footsteps came closer. Soon, the walrus-like man was in full view, scowling furiously down at Harry. "So...we take you into our home out of the goodness of our hearts...and you can't even be bothered to pull your weight around the house?" Harry tried to hold back from flinching at the pure malice in the large man's tone. "You know very well what happens when you don't follow the rules, BOY." Harry gritted his teeth in fear as Vernon all but spat the word 'boy'. He fought not to react as the large man raised his fist to land the first blow...

"Vernon! Can you please check the mail, dear?!"

"Right away, Petunia!" Vernon called back. He turned to glare at Harry once more.

"Don't move from that spot or I'll make you wish you were never born." Harry already did wish he was never born...

Vernon stormed out to the mailbox, slightly disappointed he didn't get to thrash the freak...Oh well. He could do it later...Reaching into the mailbox, he found nothing...except a small brown package.

"What's this...?" He muttered. "From Great Uncle Everlue...?" He pulled off a letter from the top of the package and tore it open. He skimmed the note. His great uncle had passed away, leaving one of his possessions to his "favourite nephew." Vernon scoffed. He had only met Everlue once or twice in his life. He never really cared for the man... Shrugging, Vernon dropped the letter on the ground, then set to opening the package.

Inside was a key. It was an odd looking, old, dusty thing...golden coloured, with a symbol on the bow of it that looked like a combination of the letters M and J.

Vernon scoffed. Leave it to his idiotic great uncle to leave him with something so utterly useless... Shaking his head, the large man stormed back into his house. He went to make his way back to Harry, but paused when he passed the freak's cupboard. He turned his head to look at it...then opened it and tossed the worthless key inside. He didn't care about the stupid thing. All he cared about was letting out his frustration...

Harry stood in the place his uncle had commanded him to, fearfully awaiting the man's return. He tensed when the large man entered the room with an evil glint in his eye.

"Now then...Where was I?"

An hour later...

"That should teach you to get your chores done, you worthless little brat!" Vernon spat as he threw Harry, bleeding and bruised, missing several teeth, into the cupboard. Harry slammed into the back wall of the cupboard and fell to the small sheet that he called his bed. "Stay in there with the other worthless trash we don't want!" And with that, Vernon slammed the door, leaving Harry with limited light from the stairs.

Harry buried his face into his knees and let out the softest whimper you will ever hear. Why...? Why did he have to be such a freak? If he wasn't so freaky, maybe they would love him like they loved Dudley...There would be no more beatings, no more starving, no more verbal abuse...

Harry wished for a miracle...For something to happen so he could finally be happy, like Dudley...

That's when he saw it. Inside his cupboard along with him was a small golden key. Timidly, the little boy crawled over to it and picked it up. Something about the key felt off...But oddly comforting, as if somehow this little key was going to save him from the pain and suffering...

Harry sighed...but held on to the key regardless. He would take what little comfort he could get...

One week later...

Harry was in so much pain...He had to struggle just to sit up...The pain was so intense, he found himself unable to keep what little food he had managed to eat down...The little boy threw up in the tiny cupboard. He whimpered after he had finished...As if the beating wasn't bad enough, he now had to sit in a cupboard full of his own puke... Harry whimpered and reached for the one source of comfort he had...the key.

Harry clutched the object tightly...He mentally realized he had never held it by the bow before...Something compelled him to do so. Slowly, Harry willed himself to grab the key around the symbol...

The little boy yelped and covered his eyes as a flash of bright light engulfed the dark cupboard, momentarily causing him to lose his sight. As Harry rubbed his eyes, he noticed that the cupboard seemed a little crowded all of a sudden...

After rubbing his eyes to regain his vision, Harry turned to his right...and gasped in terror when he saw that there was someone else in the cupboard with him. A beautiful young woman with short pink hair and deep blue eyes, wearing a maid outfit, was looking directly at him stoically, seemingly unphased by the fact that the small cupboard was forcing her to practically curl up into a ball.

Harry was stunned. Where had this woman come from...? Then, she spoke.

"Hello, Master. What can I do for you?" She asked. Harry had no idea how to respond...This woman had appeared out of nowhere in a tiny cupboard and then asked if she could do anything for him...?

The woman tilted her head in slight confusion at her master's lack of response...then blinked when she noticed the state he was in. He looked frail and sickly, like he hadn't eaten a good meal in days. He was covered in blood, both fresh and dried. He had purple bruises all over his body, and one of his eyes was swollen shut. There was a series of horrible scars all over his body...Some of them looked like they were from burns...

"Master? What happened to you?" The woman asked calmly.

"I...I...I..." Harry had no idea what to say. The woman waited patiently while he struggled with his words.

Vernon was sitting on his favourite chair, watching telly, when he heard muffled noises coming from the freak's cupboard. Growling under his breath, the large man rose to his feet and stormed over to the cupboard, then threw the door open.

"WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU DOING IN-" Vernon's words escaped him as a woman fell out of the cupboard and landed headfirst on the floor, her legs sticking in the air. Almost immediately, the woman was back on her feet, her expression calm, as if she had not just fallen out of a cramped cupboard. The woman turned to Vernon, face never changing.

"Hello. I am Virgo." The woman bowed. "Please tell me...what has happened to my master?" Vernon's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

"What...Why...Where...WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU COME FROM, AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!" Virgo's response was calm...

"Did you not know of the key? That is where I reside when I am not needed. My late master requested that I pledge my service to the next person that summons me." Virgo pointed at Harry. "This child was the one who released me, so he is the one I serve."

"That won't do. Get out of my house!" Vernon yelled. Virgo shook her head.

"I cannot do that unless master tells me to." Vernon roared in anger.

"YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF GARBAGE!" The large man raised a fist. "FREAKS LIKE YOU AND THE BOY DESERVE TO BE BEATEN!" Vernon threw his fist forward...and was shocked when the maiden reached her hand up and caught it, not even wavering, her calm expression never changing.

"...You harmed my master, didn't you?" Vernon couldn't respond, trying to find words as the woman held his fist. "...I do not take kindly when others harm my master." Vernon felt the air whoosh out of his lungs as the woman's knee connected firmly with his stomach. The large man collapsed to the floor, trying to regain his breath...and yelled in pain as Virgo slammed her elbow into his back. "You see, it is my duty to defend the child from those who seek to harm him, among other things." Vernon gasped as Virgo twisted his arm. "I do not need his orders to know that I must keep you from him at all costs." Vernon roared in agony as Virgo punched him in the face, breaking his nose. "I sincerely hope you are learning a valuable lesson from this." Vernon sang opera for several seconds as Virgo's foot connected firmly where the sun don't shine.

Petunia had heard the racket, and ran downstairs to check. When she saw a strange woman in the house, relentlessly beating up her husband, she screamed in horror and ran to the phone to call the police, unbeknownst to Vernon, Harry and Virgo.

Virgo continued to attack Vernon, and Harry could only watch in shock at the incredibly confusing events that were taking place in front of him. But then...He had a hunch that Virgo should not be out right now...

"M-Miss Virgo?" Virgo paused as she was about to stomp on Vernon's crotch and turned to Harry.

"Yes, master?" She asked.

"Um...C-Can you c-come b-back to your k-key, please?" Virgo hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Of course, master...If you require my assistance, I'm sure you remember how to summon me..." And with that, in a flash of light, she was back in her key. Harry looked at the key...then tensed up as he heard Vernon yell...

"BOOOOOOOOY!" The walrus-like man roared as he grabbed Harry by the scruff of his oversized shirt. "WHAT THE RUDDY HELL WAS THAT?!"

"I-I don't kn-know, sir..." The five year old whimpered. Vernon tossed him against the wall roughly.

"DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME, FREAK!" Harry whimpered as Vernon's beefy fists connected with his tiny body. Even injured, Vernon still packed a punch. "YOU'LL REGRET THE DAY YOUR FREAKY PARENTS DIED IN THAT CAR CRASH!" Vernon was so busy attacking Harry, he didn't hear it when the police cars pulled into the driveway.

Two officers named Jackson and Wade stepped out of their police car.

"So...apparently some woman broke in and is attacking this woman's husband." Jackson explained.

"Yes, I got that." Wade said as he rolled his eyes. "Well, let's go stop them." And with that, the two rushed at the door and knocked it right down.

They were prepared to see a man getting assaulted by a woman. What they were not expecting to see was a walrus beating the hell out of a little boy. The officers gaped in shock for a moment, then exchanged disgusted looks before raising their guns.

"FREEZE!" Jackson shouted.

Vernon tensed up at the voice. Then, he felt two pairs of arms underneath his own and felt himself getting pulled back.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Wade yelled angrily. "Are you out of your bloody mind?!"

"It's the boy's fault!" Vernon shouted defensively.

"Oh really? What'd he do, wake you up from a nap or something?" Jackson snapped. "Look, buddy, I know your type. The kind of guy who abuses their family and tries to make up excuses for it. Well guess what? It doesn't work on us."

"No! You don't understand!" Vernon protested. "He's a freak! A worthless little freak! He's a wizard! I'm trying to beat the magic out of him so he doesn't turn is normal people into toads or something! Then he summoned a woman dressed like a maiden out of a key and she attacked me! You have to take this boy to juvenile detention or something!"

The two officers stared at Vernon like he was completely insane. They quite literally had no words.

Twenty minutes later, Vernon was shouting protests and obscenities as he was loaded into the back of a truck that said "Hanwell Asylum", wearing a straitjacket. Petunia was out there as well, words escaping her as she stared after the truck in shock. Wade clasped a friendly hand on her shoulder.

"It's alright, ma'am. You don't have to worry about that nutjob anymore. We'll send an ambulance for the boy right away." Petunia nodded dumbly before walking back into the house.

Harry breathed shakily as he sat in his cupboard. His uncle was taken away by those men...but his aunt and cousin were going to be very mad at him for getting his uncle taken away... The little boy buried his face into his knees and whimpered. Then, in a flash of light, Virgo appeared next to him, once again constricted in the tight space.

"Master? Are you alright?" She asked. Harry looked over at her...and the slightest ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. His miracle was here...