(Hey you guys Luna here, I'm just going to tell you now so I don't have to tell you guys later. so 'some' of you guys keep saying that I'm stealing someone else's work or just plain haters who can't write for shit and love to bully other people who want to write fanfics note to self there's a lot of different fanfics that are the same. but written differently. I seen it, we all seen it so stop giving me that crap. My fanfic of The Emerald Angel of Death is a crossover of the angel of death and Harry Potter. which is based off two different fanfic one is Lilith Halestorm: The Girl-Who-Lived By: Kourtney Uzu Yatoto and the other is Pretty Boy By: DebsTheSlytherinSnapefan. so please don't say I'm stealing their work I am not I am giving where credit is due chapters 1, 2, and 3 are based off these Fanfic's I give credit to the authors. I'm not stealing their work. This is a completely different fanfic from theirs)

On a normal Sunday afternoon, Harry was scrubbing the floor of the kitchen and he heard the door open. He looked out from the corner of his eye and saw that Dudley, the pig in a wig had brought a girl home. Brought a girl home from school. She was a bit of a snob, but Harry didn't care and wondered why she would be here of all places.

'How did the miniature version of Vernon bring home a girl?' Harry thought, but he knew better than to voice it unless he wanted to be in more trouble.

The girl was a bit of a snob and Harry recognized her from school, she had dirty blonde hair that went down her shoulders, wore a peach dress and white sandals. Harry did his best to ignore her while he was at school. The girl hated him for his sloppy clothes and messy black hair and actually tried to cut it once, all his hair fell out a week later and she never tried again.

"Hey Dudley, why is your freak of a cousin on the floor?" She asked

"He's cleaning, Emily. That's all he's good for anyway," Dudley replied with his snorting laugh.

Emily laughed along with Dudley as Harry let the taunts run down his back like water and continued to scrub the floor. Harry just wanted to finish the floor and crawl back into his cupboard. However, he heard heavy footsteps coming downstairs and it was Vernon and Harry moved out of the way, he knew he was watching her with those beady eyes of his and he didn't even breathe considering that anything he did, would be used as an excuse to use him again.

He snorted in his direction as if disappointed he didn't take the bait to flinch for him and turned to look at Emily, the blonde girl that was playing with his son. Vernon didn't look away fast enough as Harry caught the look in his eye. The same disgusting, violent look in his eye he used on him when he first raped him when he was five. Harry didn't dare stop moving and keep his body moving on autopilot as his thoughts ran a mile a minute, he felt as if ten cinder blocks all dropped into the pit of his stomach.

'No he wouldn't...' he thought in shock and growing despair.

The door to the backyard opened and Harry saw Vernon with Emily at his side and watched as the two went upstairs alone and the door closed with a simple click.

Harry took the brush he was scrubbing the floor with and put it in the bucket filled with dirty, soapy water and silently made his way upstairs and stood in front of the door.

he heard a scream come out of the room before a slap rang out muffled through the door and a couple of whimpers. Harry made up his mind, he wouldn't let another go through what he went through...even if it meant him dying at the hands of him, tormentors.

he slammed the door open and saw Vernon with his pants around his ankles and Emily with her shirt in her mouth and her skirt nowhere to be seen. Harry, splashed Vernon with the dirty water, blinding and stunning him for a moment making him let go of Emily before Harry whacked him several times with the bucket that it broke to pieces.

Harry grabbed Emily and rushed her down the stairs and Vernon was up and steaming mad. Harry hid Emily in the old shed and pushed the heavy door to shut it but Vernon got to him before he could shut it completely.

Emily watched in horror as the boy she teased and bullied for years was abused this much at home and she couldn't help herself but start to cry. She cried for the boy she bullied, who saved her from a terrible fate.

Harry prayed for the first time in his life that Vernon didn't find Emily. Vernon beat him, he ripped off his shirt and Emily puked on herself from the scars that were on Harry's back and the studded belt Vernon raised up in the air and started to whip his back. He hissed that he was a freak and he's only for his and his son's pleasure when he's old enough as Emily watched in horror and repeatedly whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

When Vernon finished, he grabbed Harry by her hair and dragged him into the house and slammed the door. Emily slowly pushed her the door to make enough space to crawl out of the shed and looked at the house in shock and ran to the bushes and thought, 'What should I do?'

A gut-wrenching scream made her wince as she looked at the house trembling, but then she made up her mind.

Emily ran back to her house and closed the door behind her. The situation barely registering on her mind as her mother looked at her in shock. She was covered in puke, with no skirt and her shirt was undone.

"Emily! What happened to you?!" Her mother exclaimed

Emily told her everything she experienced at the Dursleys, Vernon trying to rape her, Harry saving her, Harry being whipped, and finally the words that Vernon said at him.

Her mother could only gasp in shock as he spent her daughter to take a shower to wash up and that she would take her to the hospital after she finished. The mother felt tears run down her face as if she couldn't believe she had been so blind to see a little boy in suffering and she called the police.

She dialed *101* and said, "I need the police to come to Privet Drive immediately. There is a little boy by the name of Harry James Potter in danger of the Dursley family living at the fourth house on Privet Drive. Please hurry."

Emily's mother then kneeled and looked to the sky seeing the moon and prayed for the safety of the little boy who saved her daughter.

Several police cars and an ambulance arrived in front of the house of Privet Drive, the air around the house gave off a feeling so foreboding and malevolent that it caused several police officers at the scene to gulp and break out into a cold sweat.

They bust down the door and the group of police officers stumbled upon a scene they would never forget as long as they would live.

A little boy was tied down and set on fire by Petunia with her son, Dudley pouring what's going to be flammable liquid on Harry making the Flames burn hotter and Vernon jacking off to the torture scene.

"Release him! Lady, drop the lighter! You fat kid! Release drop the oil!" The lead police officer screamed, shocking all of the four people in the room.

Petunia dropped the lighter. The police officer had to fire a warning shot at the fat kid who was still in shock and he dropped the oil as Harry yelped in pain as the fire was quickly put out.

Harry fell, him consciousness pulled away from him as he could no longer stand the pain, soon everything went dark. A police officer that was the closest to him caught him before he could hit the floor. The officer quickly and carefully places a sheet over the poor boy careful with his Burns. When he moved him gently to fit him more comfortably in his arms, he could see that the boy had blood on the seat of his pants or what left of his pants.

The police officer glared at Vernon's disgusting form and said, "Arrest these... people. I will take the boy to the ambulance!" The officer then rushed out of the house, Harry's limp and bloody form causing shocks among the crowd of neighbors on Privet Drive. The police officer stayed with the boy as the medics worked to save his life, the two medics that were stationed in the ambulance were horrified at the state of this young boy and they rushed to stabilize him until they could get to the hospital.

As the ambulance tore its way down the road, at the Dursley residence, three people were being led out in handcuffs.

Petunia was crying knowing her life was over and she could barely look at the people she had been neighbors with over the years as they looked at her as if she was a grotesque mixture between a cockroach and a slug.

Vernon and Dudley weren't better off, considering that Dudley tried to fight and it took several police officers to lug the overweight boy who was screaming and crying into the police car. Vernon was screaming, cursing, and spitting, but one of the irritated and disgusted police officers threatened to stun him if he tried to strike any of them, which shocked the obese abuser enough so they could get him into the police car and send the family down to the station.

However...there was one person missing that evening at Privet Drive and it was Mrs. Figg, the weird, old cat lady who is actually a squib sent on Privet Drive to keep an eye on Harry Potter.

Considering that she was not there at the scene, Figg would never know that Harry was taken away from what Albus planned for him and that this would be the first of Albus' many future mistakes.

(36 hours later)

In a lone hospital room, a young boy who covered in complete bandages from head to toe covering his badly-burned said he received from his so-called loving relatives. He was resting alone in his bed and the nurse that was stationed to check up on him and was stunned to hear a muffled groan coming from the bed and walked up to see her patient slowly arriving into the plain of consciousness.

The nurse called the doctor and waited for the boy to wake up while thinking, 'How can see he awake? The medicine we placed him under should have knocked him out for at least several days and it has only been a day and a half.'

The doctor arrived, just as Harry opened his eyes, before quickly shutting them again.

"Too bright..." he said, his voice muffled. Due to the bandages that covered his mouth and Harry started to panic as he felt that she couldn't move his body. The nurse calmed him down as the doctor dimmed the lights.

"Mister Potter, please calm down! You are in a hospital, so please relax," The doctor said, calmly

The little boy relented in his struggles and stared at the two adults and gave a slight nod. He wanted to remove the bandages from his mouth, but the nurse stopped him. "I'm sorry, Harry, but you can't remove your bandages you are still recovering from the burger your attacker gave you."

Then everything came back in a flash behind Harry's eyes, after saving Emily, he was dragged into Vernon's 'special' room where he keeps whipping him until his back bled and then he raped him and was choking him, making him fade in and out of consciousness, and then he was dragged into the kitchen. The burning pain he felt over his whole body and then nothing.

"My Aunt..." Harry said softly, causing the doctor and nurse to wince

"Yes..., but you are safe now," The doctor said with a smile, staring down at the poor boy.

he nodded back to him and then he saw the nurse come and tuck him into his hospital bed.

"You need to sleep more. I promise no one will harm you while we are here," The nurse said, softly

Harry wanted to stay awake, but he felt the medicine in his IV doing their job and he was put to sleep and would wake up several days later. (10:32 AM) Several days later

Harry James Potter slowly awoke to his dim surroundings, his mouth felt dry, but he could still feel the bandages around his mouth like it did the last time he woke up. He slowly sat up in his bed and wanted to stretch his arms, but couldn't.

Harry tossed the covers off of her body and saw his current state.

Bandages were wrapped around his arms and legs his entire body was covered in bandages. Harry saw he had several IV drips attached to his arms. That he was going to have to stay in bed for a while.

Harry sighed knowing that he was going to have to stay in bed for a while.

he grabbed the covers and just waited for a doctor or a nurse to come around to check on him. he didn't have to wait long, considering the doctor came to check his charts and found Harry sitting up and staring at him.

"Mister Potter! You are awake!" He said, in shock

"Yes-*cough!cough!*" Harry coughed and hacked in his hand.

"Wait here," The doctor said, leaving the room, before coming back with a cup of water and handed it to him.

"Thank you," he said, drinking it, but only for he spat it out, the water ran down his chin and he looked at the doctor in shock.

"I'm sorry, Mister Potter, I should have warned you about your burns. You see, your aunt and cousin cause you to have several degrees burns your skin became very sensitive. I believe that you are wearing these bandages for the rest of your life. I'm sorry we try out best to heal the burns.

" I understand, and I'm grateful to you and the others who worked so hard to save my life. My body will be forever burned and I'll be wearing these bandages the rest of my life but will be a reminder for me to always be grateful," he smiled, making the doctor's heart clench in his chest.

"Yes, well. You must be hungry, correct?" He asked

A loud stomach growl from Harry was his response, much to his embarrassment.

"Do not worry, I will send a nurse to bring up your meals shortly." He waved off his embarrassment.

"Thank you, doctor," Harry said

He nodded and then left the room, a tear falling from his face as he thought of the damage the boy went through. He silently said a prayer for the little boy as he went to go get the nurse to bring Harry his meal.

For the next three months, Harry was kept in a hospital, healing from the damage he had taken from the Dursleys.

The damage made even the most jaded of nurses want to cry from the list of injuries. Harry had suffered severe rectal trauma from years of heavy sexual abuse, cuts, bruises, and early stages of infection that were treated immediately. Most of his baby teeth are gone, but through force or by pulling, the mixture of both of his baby and adult teeth are rotten and he had cavities along with white tongue. his hair was ratty with knots, lice, and dandruff and they managed to avoid shaving his head completely as a hair specialist that lived on Privet Drive vigorously washed his hair with many treatment shampoos and conditioners.

Bruises along the jaw, cheekbones, and back of the head, consistent with punches, stomps by someone of heavy body weight and hits with a blunt object if you see be on the burns. The bones in his arms, legs, and ribs have been repeatedly broken, cracked, and misplaced and they looked as if they have been reset back into a normal place by a novice. Heavy malnutrition and the start of anorexia nervosa, apparently his body went through a self-devouring stage in which it would reject food in order to stop being hungry. Excessive scarring on all the regions of the back and buttocks and lower thighs, signs of infection and puss on opening wounds.

Overall, the list of medical issues was so long and severe that chief of police, ordered the entire unit of special victims to be in the case of Harry James Potter and they accepted it gladly.

The list of injuries wasn't even the worst part, apparently, the Dursleys were well-paid to take care of Harry but they used him as a slave and fuck toy instead. The records of his parents were that in the muggle world Lily Potter and her husband James Potter was dead and in their will, they wanted whoever took care of their son to be paid 1,000 pounds monthly for the care of their son. This just made police on him abuse case filled with rage and wanted their prosecutor to send the abusive family to lowest prison for the longest time. Especially that miserable fat oaf who raped Harry.

Several weeks later, Harry finally started to put on some weight and he was allowed to walk around the hospital and he was given a surprise. The nurse stationed to take care of him placed him in a wheelchair and wheeled him down to the main floor.

Harry asked where they were going and his nurse said that it was a surprise.

When he arrived at the main lobby, Harry's eyes widened and saw people from his class, Dudley's friends, several teachers, and neighborhood moms with their husbands crowding around the lobby of the hospital and they all stopped and stared at the heavily bandaged boy in the wheelchair.

Then loud clapping thundered throughout the room and Emily came, her perky looks have dulled from the time Harry was stuck in the hospital. She looked older and a bit haunted, but she came up to Harry first and said, "Hi, Harry."

"Hi..." he replied, a little breathless

"I want to thank you..." Emily said, digging her sandals into the polished hospital floor

"What for?" Harry asked confused as he looked at the girl he had saved that day.

"For you saving me...You could've left me there with *gulp* him, but you didn't...why? I've been nothing but mean to you, but you nearly died protecting me," Emily said, dying to know his answer.

"I didn't want anyone else going through what I went through..." he replied softly, shocking the crowd of adults and making them feel worse about ignoring his abuse.

"I know you don't have to but, can we start over?" Emily asked, wanting to make it up to him

Harry smiled back and said, "I would like that." Still smiling through his bandages.

Emily and the nurse then helped him out of the chair and he went to chat with all the other girls and several boys. He was given presents and stuffed toys as well as heartfelt apologies from all the adults who thought he was just a troublemaker instead of just an abused child.

Harry forgave them but told them he would never forget, which many adults took as a bitter pill to swallow, but they did.

After the party in which, Harry got to experience what it was like to be liked and not tolerated. It was a warming experience and Harry fell asleep surrounded by the gifts of his new friends gave him and he held the stuffed black dog and wolf plushie that reminded him of a black scruffy hound and Maddie wolf from so long ago.

As he went off to sleep, a two final word slipped from his lips, "Paddy...Moony…"

A year has passed since the Dursleys have been exposed as the foul creatures that they are, Harry receiving life-saving treatment and it was now time for justice.

...August 23rd, 1987...

The trial of the Century... Harry Potter vs. Dursley Family

Police officers, journalists, and news reporters from all over Britain have come to witness one of the worst heaviest child abuse cases in Britain.

The judge intoned, "We are here for the trial of Harry James Potter vs. The Dursley Family."

"Will Harry James Potter, please come to the witness stand?" The judge asked

A nurse came forward with Harry in a wheelchair and everyone got to see the heavily bandaged little boy who looked like he could be blown away with a strong gust of wind. From what everyone could see the boy's body was completely covered with bandages. The only things that weren't covered with the bandages were the boys emerald green eyes and his hair that was once a light brown is now burnt a jet black color. Harry was wearing a Spring Long Sleeved T-shirt that was Contrast in Colors, and Casual Denim jeans that Emily's mother bought for him.

The nurse managed to get Harry into the witness stand and the nurse returned to her seat. A man stood up from the table he was sitting at and made his way to stand in front of Harry.

It was the Dursleys lawyer, he stood tall but had a portly look to him with three strands of hair brushed over his head and a sweaty complexion.

He started off, "Ladies and gentlemen, are you really going to arrest these good people?" He said, gesturing to the Dursleys in their fine clothes.

Several barely noticeable, but disgusted snorts rang out in the courtroom, but the attorney ignored that and focused on Harry sitting on the witness stand.

"Mr. Harry, is it?" He asked

"Yes?" he replied looking at the man

"When were you given to the Dursley family?" He questioned

"When I was two, I guess," he replied his bandaged covered hands, on his lap. "You guess? How do you know that?" He questioned

"I once asked Petunia if she was my mom...she then hit me with a frying pan and screamed at me that she would never be the mother of a freak and that I was dumped on them and to go to my cupboard," Harry explained.

The jury aimed hard glares at the Dursley family, Dudley whimpered at the hard and heavy glares of disgust people gave him along with Petunia as she comforted him as she felt two inches tall and Vernon just sneered.

"I see...how old were you?" The man said

"Three," Harry replied simply.

"My dear, there was no way you were three if you got hit with a frying pan. Are you sure you are not overreacting?" The man said, dreading his answer.

"Sir, I'm pretty sure you do not forget the person who takes a whack at you with a frying pan," Harry replied with a deadpan look on his bandage covered face.

The defense coughed into his hand and continued, "You said, you were sent to your cupboard, don't you mean bedroom?"

"No, it was a cupboard. The cupboard under the stairs." Harry answered while still looking at the man.

"They made you sleep in a cupboard under the stairs? Because with the floorplan of your home, there are four rooms to live in, you did inhabit any of those rooms?" He asked.

"No. The main bedroom was for Vernon and Petunia, the second one is for Dudley, the third one is Dudley's second bedroom and-"

"Wait a minute. Second bedroom?" He interrupted.

"Yes, it was where he kept all his toys and broken stuff," Harry answered as still looked at the man.

"Okay, continue." He said, motioning Harry to continue.

"The last bedroom...".

"The last bedroom?" The man repeated.

"...was Vernon's private room." Harry finished, softly. "What would your uncle..." the defense attorney trailed off as the heavy silence filled the room as Harry felt very uncomfortable sitting down.

"No further questions," The man then sat down as he realized he took on a losing case.

The prosecutor from beside the defensive table stood up and walked towards Harry. Her black heels clicking on the tiled floor which led up to her black pants and white button-up underneath a black blazer.

"Mister Potter, you told the defense that the last room was Vernon Dursley's private room. What did he use that private room for?"

"He used that room to privately punish me, whenever Dudley was out and he used me," Harry said looking at the ground trying not to think about that room.

"When was the first time?"

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "When I was five...".

Silence filled the courtroom for five seconds before outrage filled the jury and audience before several hard slams of a gavel brought the court back to silence.

"Order, order! Order or I will clear the courtroom."

"Did he ever hurt you, Mister Potter?" "Yes, he whipped at me with his belt. He even bought a spiked one so he could do it worse on my birthdays..."

"Evidence #12, the photo of Harry Potter's back injuries and scarring with the burns on his body. I am warning everyone now, that is very graphic, so if you do not wish to see, please leave the room."

"Wait!" Harry yelled, shocking the room and Vernon smirked thinking he was going to stand down and the trial would crumble from there.

"Please don't show them my back...please...I-I don't want people to see that," Harry said, barely holding himself back from crying.

"Very well. Then Evidence #23, all the listed injuries that Harry James Potter had suffered from during his stay at the Dursley residence. Would this be okay for me to read out loud, Mister Potter?"

"Y-yes. I-I already know what it says," Harry said, wiping his eyes.

The defense attorney then read out loud all the injuries that Harry suffered through, but when she was finished. Vernon stood up.

"You little bastard!" He roared, causing Harry to violently flinch as he was still scared of his uncle. "Mr. Dursley, sit down!" The judge yelled, "After everything we've done for you, this is how you repay us!" Vernon yelled, moving towards Harry who started to tremble. "Mr. Dursley, sit down or I will have you removed!" The judge ordered

"You miserable little freak!" He roared, taking off his belt and Harry screamed, falling out of his chair as he curled against the witness stand, "No! Please, not the belt! Not the belt! I don't do anything! I'll be quiet! I-I won't have my stomach growl anymore! I won't burn Dudley's bacon, I won't cry with Aunt Petunia hits me just not the belt!" he screamed and wept with his tears were running down like a river.

As his bandages, were absorbing his tears. That was everything everyone needed to hear and the case was over. Vernon was tackled when he barely undid his belt buckle. Vernon was dragged out of the courtroom and the judge called for a two-hour recess. The nurse and the defense attorney made to comfort Harry as they tried to get him to calm down. The officer who helped him escape the Dursleys was there and he reached out to him and he carried him out of the courtroom.

Two hours passed and Harry calmed down and he was sleeping, his grip was on the officer's suit jacket as he carried him to the front and the judge asked both the defense and the prosecutor, "Do you two need to question that little boy anymore?"

"No, your honor," the prosecutor said, knowing she had this case on lockdown.

"No, your honor," the defense said, knowing who he was defending deserved everything they would receive. "Very well, then. Officer Stabler, can please watch over Mister Potter until he awakens?"

"Yes, your honor," He then made his way back to his seat with his partner and made space so Harry could sit on the both of them as they watched the trial play out.

Emily was then questioned, where she explained that she was invited into the Dursley home by Dudley and then Vernon called her to follow him upstairs because he wanted to show her something. She followed him and when he closed the door he attacked her, tearing off her shirt and stuffing it into her mouth and her skirt was torn away from her and he pulled his pants down and that was when Harry came into the room.

he splashed him with water and then beat him with the bucket a few times and then it broke before he grabbed my hand and rushed downstairs and out of the house. he pushed me into the shed and told her to wait and not make any noise. Harry was planning to close it but the door was heavy and old and she could see Vernon pissed off and wet from the dirty water come out and pulled Harry away from the shed. He ripped off his shirt and I puked when I saw the scars of Harry's back and then he beat him with his spiked belt and saying that he was a freak and was only for his and his son's pleasure for when he was old enough.

The defense attorney asked, "What happened next?"

She took a deep breath and continued her story, she said, when he finished beating him with the belt, he grabbed Harry by the hair and then dragged him back inside and she could only watch in horror and shock as Harry was pulled back into the house. She regained her senses when she heard Harry scream and then she rushed back to her house to where her mother called the cops and everything you from there.

"I see, thank you, Miss Taylor, please take your seat," the prosecutor said. Emily nodded and then ran back to her mom who hugged her and glared at the restrained Dursley family with loathing.

The trial then ended with all the evidence that is presented.

"Has the jury reached its' verdict?" "Yes, your honor, We Have," the man said as he stood, holding a piece of paper. "What is your verdict?"

"We find the defendants guilty," He said. Petunia let out a wail and burst into tears as Dudley threw a tantrum with crocodile tears and Vernon started to curse and holler in rage.

"Alright, thank you, everyone, for your time. This court is dismissed," The judge yelled, slamming his gavel down and ending the trial.

Harry slept through the entire thing and woke up when the Dursleys were led out of the courtroom.

"Um, thank you, sir," he said, to the man he's been sleeping on for over an hour and a half.

"It's fine, Harry," He smiled at him

"I didn't get your name?" Harry asked the man.

"Elliot Stabler." "Elliot, what a nice name. Were you the one that carried me to the hospital?"

"Yeah..." Harry gave him a smile and hugged him which he returned, "Thank you." The nurse then brightly smiled at the police officer and his partner before carrying Harry out of the courtroom. Harry waved to him and his partner, Olivia before the door shut.

"Those bastards are getting life sentences aren't they?"

"I hope so, I hope that fat bastard gets the death penalty."

The sentences for the Dursley family

Sentence for Dudley Dursley: He is to be transferred to St. Brutus Orphanage for troubled children. He is to be placed on a strict no fat, no salt, no sugar diet and take counseling to soothe the damage of entitlement his parents instilled in him at an early age. After that, if he still does not change or the counseling does not help him, he is to be sent to military school to straighten him out. Sentence for Petunia Evans nee Dursley: She is to be sentenced to 20 years for the abuse, mistreatment, and ignoring the sexual abuse of one Harry James Potter.

Sentence for Vernon Dursley: He is to serve a life sentence that barely managed to skim pass the death penalty, he is to be placed on a strict diet for him to lose weight and he is to be placed in solitary confinement for the rest of his years in jail with only one hour of daylight a day.

September 31st, 1988...

Most of his injuries were healed and Harry had gained a healthy weight and grew several inches taller. He was now at the register waiting to be checked out and he got a ticket on the bus and said that he would be able to take care of himself. During his stay at the hospital, Harry received a letter. Telling him that he was a wizard and that his parents were never really dead they abandoned him to the Dursleys for his younger twin brother the so-called boy who lived. If He ever manages to leave the hospital and muggle world that he was first to head towards Gringotts the Wizarding Bank, to reclaim his birthrights and the rest was up to him. Anger flashed in Harry's eyes as he remembered what he read that his parents were still alive and abandoned him to that hell hole that was known as the Dursley family. Making up his mind Harry was going to destroy the Potter family. One step at a time and he's going to enjoy it. What do the muggles call it again? Oh yes, revenge is best served cold. Harry sighed out and actually when he was signing the emancipation papers, he chose to give himself a new name. Harry gave himself the name Isaac Foster. Harry walked out of the hospital, wearing a pair of red shorts with sneakers and a gray shirt. The wind picked up a bit, causing it to ruffle his hair a bit, but he stood his ground.

" Isaac Foster..." he whispered with a smile on his lips 'My new name... I am going to make my future my own,' he thought with conviction.

Harry then started walking, he continued walked until he was out of site at the hospital and their staff. The doctors, nurses, and the patients who got to know the little boy wished him well on his way, not knowing that he would be a part of events that would change the course of history and of magic herself.