Please know that I don't own Harry Potter or the NCIS franchises, these characters were not my invention and I gain nothing but the satisfaction of writing from using them.

Please withhold flames or foul language if you decide to grant me a review as this is my first ever fanfiction.

Prologue

Seven year old Harry Potter was curled into a ball in the cupboard under the stairs of number four Privet Drive. His back and bum were bleeding from the thrashing that his Uncle Vernon had given him just hours before. The beating with the cane hadn't been so bad- it would only have left welts- but in trying not to make a sound, Uncle Vernon had decided that he was clearly not hitting hard enough and switched to the belt. Harry felt a shiver roll down his spine; he'd almost cried out. However he kept his noise to a whimper. Whimpers weren't allowed either, but whimpering during a beating seemed to please his Uncle… the beatings would briefly get worse, but would be over in three to five hits.

Harry stretched out and tried not to cry out. He didn't want to draw attention to his cupboard. The whipping he'd received was one of the worst yet. His uncle had been raging that he'd ruined a business meeting to the States. He'd yelled, dripping spittle as he went, that "somebody knows that the boy's with us" and they "paid to have the Boy taken with [them] to [the] DC" business trip.

Harry supposed that that was why he was being denied food for the next week… they wanted to punish him for being forced to take them along and wanted to make sure that no "funny business" occurred while on the trip by keeping him weak. While Harry was smarter by far than the average child, he was helpless in the face of his family's hatred. The few times he'd attempted to defend himself against his Uncle using his Green Power had been the times that his Uncle had decided that normal punishments weren't enough and went further. The pain that Harry endured as his Uncle raped him was too extreme to classify as a beating. No. It had been torture to his younger self.

His brain refused to think too much on those punishments though, so he turned his attention to the cupboard floor. On it were two loose floor boards that stashed his scrap food supply and the trash that came with them. Carefully taking out a water bottle and some beef jerkey, Harry took a sip and a strip of the meat and chewed slowly. He'd found out the hard way that his body needed meat more than it needed crisps after a bloody beating. Reasoning that he'd need the water and the rest of the beef for the rest of the week, he carefully placed the water and food back into the floor and covered up the hole with the floor board again.

The light from under the door had dwindled while he ate so Harry decided to try a trick that he'd discovered when he was four. It tired him out enough to sleep without nightmares, even after a beating, but he had to be sure that his family- he mentally sneered the word- was asleep or the consequences weren't something he could bare to think about.

Thinking about light, he reached inside himself where he could feel the Green Power and mentally grabbed it and lead it to each of his hands. They started to glow a tired blue light. However, to ensure he was able to sleep he tried the difficult part- numbing the pain without taking away the marks of the beating. Holding his breath, he mentally reached into the Green Power and pushed a couple strands towards his back and bum thinking about lukewarm water and the lack of pain or satisfaction that it brought. The pain began to fade away from his form and he finally relaxed into the blood and tear stained mattress beneath him.

As he relaxed, Harry released the light in his hands before falling into sleep.

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