Harry Potter the Magical Worlds Hero

ESKK: Ok I have been searching across FFN and other sites and let me just say I am horrified to find that I may be the only guy who enjoyed the Manga series called Ratman. What's worse I can't even make a crossover for it since the side doesn't even have it registered. I don't know why it was discontinued or was never given proper recognition but I will make a fic to give it some fame it deserves. Thus to do this I decided to give it to one of the world's most popular midgets (though it was by actions of others). Now then let's begin.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter that right belongs to JK Rowling herself.

Fic Credit: Much of the first two chapters were taken edited as heavily as possible from TheBeardedOne fanfic called Harry Tano that I had copied and past as well as another fic called Magic of the Kunai's. Please support their stories and fics before I am hounded for any plagiarism.

(Start)

Petunia was lounging in the chair outside relaxing with a romantic book when her peace was shattered by a rustle of a trash bag. Much to her annoyance she saw her skinny 9 year old nephew in ratty clothes come out of the house dragging a large trash bag to the street. In a worse mood than usual she grabbed the boy by the arm and roughly dragged him into the house.

"Is it too much to ask for some peace and quiet while my Dudders and Vernon are on a trip with some of Dudder's many friends?" She snapped harshly taking pleasure in the boy's flinch, which could have either been caused by the tone in her voice, the sound of the door slamming closed or the painful bruising grip she had on his arm "You'll do the outside chores at night so you don't bother me!" She growled while glaring at her freak nephew.

"I'm sorry Aunty." The boy whispered with a tremble in his voice showing signs of abuse.

Just as she was about to go back outside she stopped as she remembered something. Years ago when the when the brat was dumped onto her lap by those magical freaks she was also given a box filled with her sister's old things. She assumed the same person who dropped it off for the boy, Albus Dumbledore, was the same person who dropped off the box the next day, but the letter that came with the box was not signed and had some very elegant handwriting. The second letter explained that the box was meant for Harry and that it contained Lily's personal effects including old school assignments as well as something she had been working on and that it couldn't be opened by anyone other than Harry unless they were a magical blood relative or at least that's how the letter explained it. Of course Petunia had no intention of letting the boy have the box, but she stored the box in the attic in case it was cursed to hurt her if it was tossed out or something and for another reason.

If only Harry can open it then only Harry can destroy it, which means she had a plan. She was going to have him burn the box and then tell him who it belonged to after. The thought of the tears from the child after realizing he destroyed a connection to his mother was making Petunia giddy with a sick joy.

"Clean out the attic instead and burn any trash in the ring in the backyard especially burn a box labeled Lily" Petunia ordered and the boy rushed off to complete the chore. If he didn't do it fast enough he won't be allowed to eat again.

The boy, whose name was Harry Potter, scrambled up into the attic as quietly as he could and began looking through the boxes. Dust made it difficult to see and he slipped as he carried the fourth box, which was labeled Lily, down the folding steps. Poor Harry bit back an agonized scream and carefully sat up to look at his hand. The fourth finger on his right hand was clearly broken, but there was no time to cry or waste on bandaging the finger. He took a few deep breaths and picked up the box, which was thankfully very light.

"I better check what's in here first." The young boy whispered as he set he box next to the ring after starting a fire he opened the box and found what looked like old school reports for a girl named Lily Evans. A girl who got a lot of 0s …

Curiosity gripped Harry and he cautiously flipped through the mysterious girl's homework, which was written on really old looking paper. What puzzled him was that despite the poor grades he couldn't find a bad comment in the teacher's notes written at the bottom of each assignment. If he knew the grades were Os not 0s it may make more sense, but what school uses Os instead of A's?

The pain in his finger spiked as he hit the pile of papers he was accumulating and made him snap back to reality. He was shocked to find a huge pile of papers next to him. He tried to make sensed of this seeing that a box couldn't have fit all this!" He gasped in shock, but quickly clapped his hands over his mouth praying his aunt didn't hear him. After a full minute and no enraged Petunia coming to hurt him he sighed in relief and began looking back and forth between the small box, that looked just big enough to fit a few assignments and maybe a book, and the pile of papers that was nearly as tall as him! "Is it the box?" He pondered curiously as he looked in the box that still had stuff in it!

From what Harry could see there were old homework assignments obviously but upon further inspection there was more. An entire life was in here! Old strange toys, some odd candies he never heard of and books on strange subjects he never heard of! So much was in one little box!

It was then he came across a black box with some form of crest. It seemed like a coat of arms was merged with a face… almost like a super hero. Harry was no stranger to comic book hero's masks, costumes, capes; the works so being a young boy made Harry very curious about the box itself. In turn he proceeded to open the box and saw how it easily did so. As he did he was met with an odd looking watch. Mind you it seemed normal enough in fact it looked like an everyday digital watch but the brand name on it was unknown to him.

In turn Harry began to dig deeper and took it so he can give it a look over. When he did this he saw that it looked normal enough and assumed who ever this Lily person was… must have been a major Super Hero junkie. If by humor or otherwise he put the watch on and secured it there figuring he might as well try to sneak it away. He got a good look at the brand and it said Append G but what made the digital watch strange to Harry was that it had multiple screens. One obviously enough told time but the other two was a mystery to him.

But in turn it seems life liked to hurt him as he reached for another item but ended up tripping. His misstep caused a chain reaction that ended up having more things fall on him. If the first cut hurt then what Harry felt when he tripped was worse as he fell and felt excruciating pain causing a loud enough scream to get Petunia involved.

Needless to say by the end of it Harry was not going to be a happy camper.

(Scene Break)

Harry was locked in his cupboard after that ordeal with Petunia yelling at how useless he was and how he failed even the most basic of tasks. She ended up having to put most of those items back in the box and close it so to avoid any freakish aura from it. Now she had to make the boy do it again once he was fit enough to walk. But she refused to let Harry get away with this. Yes despite her rant she failed to notice the watch Harry had procured there and in turn it resulted being hidden away with him.

As Harry rested with his poorly fixed injuries the watch began to light up with a small ripple beep akin to a sonar. It turn one of the screens on it lit up and began showing words on it. "Magi Tech Append Gear Booting Up user bio scans commencing." The Watch began as it began to gather data on Harry. "Error severe physical damage detected commencing repairs." It began as it tried to do so. "Error Calorie intake severely low, commence healing at basic levels to conserve user strength." The Watch began as it tried to heal Harry's wounds a best it could.

It was an AI of sorts but despite this even it was horrified at the state its user was in after bio locking to him. If worse came to worse it would initiate hyper defense mode to secure the user at the nearest medical facility it could find and if not a place where someone could take him there. But as it began the repairs it made sure to load up what it could on the user manual knowing full well Harry would need it.

(Scene Break a month later)

Harry laid on the salvaged mattress, his eyes closed as he tried not to move. He was being punished again by being locked into the cupboard for the whole weekend while the family he lived with went to attend something linked to his uncle's job. Normally he would have been taken with them and told to stay in the car, but his cousin had broken the new television and blamed him for it. The television had been replaced almost at once while Harry had been literally thrown into the cupboard under the stairs. When it had gone quiet and he had managed to fully wake up from the concussion, he had tried to open the door slightly, only to find that something solid was holding it shut.

And his uncle had snarled that he could stay there until he got back on Monday. His watch was of course miraculously kept safe as he noted it was flashing every now and again. What was noted was that it had the current date to go with the time. He opted to keep it in his cupboard so to hide it from the Dursley's and by some miracle it worked. Right now he had managed to put the Watch on with what little strength he had.

But after Harry managed to put the watch on the Append Gear noticed that its user state had become worse. It had to activate its hyper defense mode but without a prior transformation much of its systems were inaccessible. A safety measure no doubt but regardless its function was to ensure the user was kept safe at all costs.

"Warning." Harry heard as he the voice surprised him to get up. "Warning User Injuries severe, mild concussion detected, improperly healed bones noted, cracked ribs detected, calorie intake severely low, all bio readings in red zone advise immediate transformation to repair the sever damages and seek immediate medical aid." The Watch poke getting Harry's attention. "Warning User life in severe danger please active Magi Tech Append Gear Unit immediately to repair immediate damages and transport to medical aid." The watch repeated as Harry looked to it.

"Y-you talk?" Harry asked as he saw the watch was alive.

"User vocal recognition confirmed please impute name." The Watch began as Harry saw this.

"H-Harry… Harry Potter." Harry spoke and in turn the watch lit up green.

"Confirmed, User Harry Potter. Please activate Transformation sequence immediately to repair physical damages and seek immediate medical aid." The Watch repeated causing Harry to grow worried a bit.

"Am I… Hurt?" Harry asked to which the Watch responded.

"Scans suggest if you do not seek immediate medical aid physical disabilities will be imminent." The Watch spoke and in turn Harry looked to the watch.

"H-how." Harry began and in turn a button began to flash on the watch.

"User impute for activation required, please vocally input activation phrase." The Watch spoke and in turn Harry grit his teeth and reached his hand to the watch. Once his hand hovered over the button the next word he spoke would change his life… forever.

"Transform." He spoke and in turn his eyes went wide when the watch beeped for him. He felt it stick his wrist with something as he felt his heart rate increase. His muscles began to expand with pulsing veins appearing on his body. It felt like his body was being introduced to a new substance that it could not tell if they were benefactor or detrimental. It all began to turn black for Harry and in turn he saw a flash of light in the void.

(Outside the Cupboard)

The cupboard door was punched off its hinges as a fist covered in a black and crimson gloves burst on through. Soon a similar hand grabbed the door frame and began to pull himself out of it. Harry got up and looked at his body and found himself in a skin tight black suit with a helmet that covers his face however the jaw looked almost made of organic metal somehow. The helmet had red marks on no doubt to give it a menacing look for eyes as the suit also carried with it a long black scarf that formed into two tails, fingerless gloves that Harry had punches his way out with, and knee high white boots.

As Harry looked at a nearby mirror he saw that he looked both intimidating and heroic depending on the lighting… almost like a dark hero on the prowl for villainy and unlike other heroes isn't afraid to put the fear of god into them. "Incredible." Harry began as he looked to himself and noted he was bother taller and muscular like a true Atlas of sorts. "It's weird but incredible it feels like all my blood is flowing backwards. It feels like my entire body decided to grow and expand ready to burst out of my skin." Harry said to himself as he never felt so powerful before in his life. In fact his body didn't hurt anymore the pain was dull to the point he could no longer feel it.

Just then he nearly stumbled and realized the Watch said he needed immediate medical attention stat. In turn Harry headed to the door to find a doctor who could heal him. Harry ran to the cupboard door and placed it back on the hinges. It would not remain without the screws and such but he would apologize later before heading to the front door. But as he grabbed the door knob he forgot the locks and in turn tore the door out of its frame. It made him gasp in shock to this and thus he opted to make a run for it before anyone saw it.

Harry began to run in the direction of London almost instinctively and as he moved he felt his body was faster, stronger, and more agile then it ever was beforehand. As Harry ran he failed to notice a neighbor going out to walk the dog seeing Harry pass by the full moon. The way he moved and passed the moon was reminiscent to a super hero bound to the night as a warrior of justice. But it seems the world was in for far more changes then anyone beforehand had ever anticipated before.

(Scene Break London)

Harry was jumping between buildings trying to find anything akin to a hospital but he didn't know the way. But so far despite being in the body of an adult Harry was still a child mentally and an abused child at that. As Harry tried to find a hospital to get himself help he soon heard a scream from nearby. The scream brought him to a halt, turning himself down to the street bellow he found a dark and long alley way. A young woman in a bur ban raincoat was struggling to free herself from two burly men. Near her was a little girl trying to hide as the father was nearby bleeding and clearly knocked out.

"Help! Help! Somebody please help!" He voice had gone high by the last word, filled with so much terror and fear that it almost made Harry cringe. Her voice echoed off the walls, making it seem even louder if possible, more frightening.

Harry found himself backing up slightly, his eyes growing slightly wider with fear. He looked around franticly for a policeman or someone who could help, however the dark dank streets proved to be empty off all life but them. Another scream had him looking once more at the young lady whose back was now against the wall of the alley way her wrist grasped tightly as the two men leered at her sniggering slightly to themselves at some unknown joke. She kept her daughter behind her to shield her and if possible make a way for her to escape.

'What do I do?' He thought franticly to himself his instincts screaming at him to run in the opposite direction even as he found himself unable to move. 'I'm in no state to help them…I can't just leave them…but what can I do…?' Harry's mind raced trying to find some king of solution to the problem only to come up empty handed.

'Leave them.' A voice echoed inside Harry almost hissing with a bestial tone to it. 'Those Mudbloods can fend for themselves as the item said your body needs medical aid. Leave them and save yourself.' The voice echoed catching Harry off guard.

"But if I do that they'll." Harry trailed off as he had no idea how to get it to words.

'They'll what?' The voice asked as Harry was unable to say it.

"They'll d…." Harry stuttered only for the voice to retort.

'Die yes it is not our problem leave them.' The voice repeated to which Harry began to turn around. But before he could go another scream echoed causing him to look as the woman was pinned as the little girl was grabbed by one of the men. This made Harry go wide eyed as he saw this as the leer they made he didn't like it one bit.

"I can't." Harry said to which the voice went silent. He found himself staring his head pounding loudly as he tried to think. But then finally the voice in his mind asked one final question.

"Then what would a hero do?" The voice asked as the word 'hero,' left its nonexistent lips with both venom and curiosity. An off combination but it helped with the situation at hand if one looked closely. At this everything stopped his breathing evening out slightly as he forced his body to stop shaking. A Hero would save the day; he would protect those who couldn't protect themselves from danger no matter the obstacles in his or her path. Harry admired that more than anything else, that strong need to protect those who needed help. Harry had been alone for all of his young life struggling to make friends sue to Dudley and his relative's interference as such he felt a similar urge, a similar calling to protect whatever he could.

"I'll help them, I won't…I won't runaway anymore." Harry said and at this a small warm feeling flowed through him, his tired limbs seemingly waking up with a renewed energy completely different to anything he had ever felt before. In turn by instinct alone he jumped down behind the villains at the Alleyway's entrance. The lights from the street caused his shadow to be noticed and in turn the criminals saw him standing there.

"Step away from them no." Harry spoke and noted his voice sounded deeper more intimidating then anything beforehand. This clearly came as a surprise to the men as both seemed to recoil slightly their eyes never leaving Harry even as one still clutched tightly to the woman's arm. Harry felt a small wave of satisfaction at the reaction he had gained from them, his self-confidence attentively growing bringing with it more of the strange energy that was slowly flowing through him.

However the feelings were short lived as the thug appeared to regain his bearings and was now taking steady steps toward the boy. A demented grin twisted itself into existence upon his face, the metal bar now held in a loose grip as he gently hit it against the palm of his other hand.

"Or what you're gonna go get your mummy from home to tell us off." He said as to him this guy looked like some basement dweller who read far too many comic books.

In turn Harry felt a flash of anger… in his home life his parents were always a touchy subject. Vernon and Petunia always bad mouthed them whenever they could and made snide comments how they were freaks living off benefits and Harry was well on his way to being like them. With that a rage began to spark in him as he clenched his fist causing his knuckles to crack in response to it.

"No." He said before the man with the crowbar was at point blank range for him. "I'm going to do this." Harry said before punching the man square in the jaw sending him flying back all before he could react. The Crowbar fell down forgotten as the man landed in a trash heap. The other one saw this incredible show of strength and began to panic in response.

The second man saw this and began to get nervous but calmed down slightly when his ally began to get up. He checked his jaw and spat something out revealing it was a tooth and noted a busted lip to boot. "You bloody freak!" The man yelled in anger charging in grabbing a led pipe only for Harry to dodge the attack by pure instinct alone. When he did this he spun around and bashed the man with his arm causing him to drop the led pipe and fall down. The woman and her daughter saw this and in turn the woman noted the criminal was distracted. She in turn used her foot and stomped on his causing him pain before kicking his shin.

In doing so she took her daughters hand as the bushy haired little girl followed her mother to their downed father. She began to shake him awake and saw he was coming to in response. "Emma… what's going on?" The man asked as he looked to his wife.

"That, Dan." Emma said pointing to the scene before them.

Harry as some masked shadowy super hero was fighting the crooks. Clearly his methods were sloppy but it got the job done in with pure fisticuffs. As the battle progressed the unknown savior dodged the attack from one of the two crooks and tripped him up with his foot. Harry then proceeded to grab the man and toss him over to the wall.

A roar was heard and in turn his fellow ran in with the forgotten crowbar and swung it at the unknown hero and tried to hit him with it. Dan seeing this acted and pulled out his side arm. He may be a retired soldier but he was still a licensed Gun Holder. The crook cried out in pain when his shoulder was hit and in turn Harry saw him and grabbed him.

Before long he had both of them held but he scruff of their shirts pinned against the wall as he glared at them. Then to their utter horror they saw his face mask open up to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth to them. They even saw a large tongue in there which made them start to panic in response here.

"Listen up both of you, if either of you try something like this again in fact if you go anywhere in this city praying on innocent people I will personally hunt you both down, I WILL Find you and when I do I will personally tear off both of your arms, then both of your legs, and for deserts I will tear off your faces right off your pea brained heads!" Harry threatened as he glared at them. "Do you understand you will both be these armless legless faceless things rolling down the streets like a piece of shit in the wind!?" He yelled as the men yelled in fear when they felt actual saliva hit their faces.

"I said do you understand?!" He yelled again to which the men nodded.

"Yes! Yes don't eat us monster!" One of them yelled to which Harry nodded. He didn't know where this vindictive sense came from but he decided to give them a mighty proper reminder.

"Good but just so we're clear." He said while dropping them to the ground as sniveling heaps. Harry clenched his fist as he wanted to scar their faces or give them physical reminders but he kept that part at bay and proceeded to smash his fist into the brick wall creating a hole in it. The men saw this and in turn ran away with their tails between their legs.

Harry looked to the family of three he had saved and they looked afraid and grateful. "Are you ok?" Harry asked all of a sudden feeling very tired right now.

It was Dan who spoke first as he saw the man save their lives. "Y-yes." Dan said edging torts his gun in case things go south.

"Good." He said before trying to leave. But as Harry did so he stumbled causing the family to grow concerned if he was hurt. "Have a nice evening I need to get help find hospital for." He said before going to the darkness and vanishing.

"Wait a hospital for who?" Emma asked as she believed the man vanished into the shadows. The truth was Harry fell passing out as the family went in after him.

Dan and Emma with their daughter held safely close to them went in and when the lights came on from the lamps the instead saw Harry there. Emma and Dan gasped when they saw a little boy possibly around there daughters age there hurt and malnourished from a dentists point of view.

"You think he was trying to find a hospital for this boy?" Dan asked as he put the dots together.

"We need to get a paramedic here." Emma said as she looked to the boy.

"Mummy did that man hurt this boy?" The daughter asked as she looked to her mother.

"No Hermione… I don't think it was that man." Emma said as it seems the man was trying to find a hospital the way he talked added up in that sense.

"Well whoever did this I'll be more than happy to see that they are sent to prison?" Dan said as he knew child abuse when he saw it.

"But who was that man?" Emma asked as she looked to her husband but Dan shrugged.

(Meanwhile back at Pivet Dr.)

It took almost half an hour for someone to notice the unusual hole where the front door of Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, had once been. The person who discovered it was the man who lived at number 7, who had been walking his dog, and at first, he couldn't believe his eyes. First he saw a man almost flying through the night earlier and assumed it was some play of his mind. But now after that he finds the door of his neighbor's house broken off its hinges.

Moving to check, he was astonished to find the door and a portion of the surrounding wall lying flat in the hallway of the house somehow torn off the hinges suggesting a force entry. His law-abiding reflexes dictated his next action, he ran back to his home and called the local Constable.

Ten minutes later, the police car, with a trio of officers pulled up and the man stepped forwards as they got out.

"Good evening, would you by chance be the man who called about the break-in?" The Constable asked as he looked to the man.

"Yes, John Smith, I live at number seven. I was coming back from a long walk with Rover, my dog, when I saw…" John trailed off gesturing to the scene nearby.

The officer followed the motion and his eyes widened as he saw the large hole and, illuminated by the street-lights, the door and the missing portion of the wall lying in the hallway. A low whistle sounded and the officer nodded firmly.

"Timmons, stay out here and keep the public from entering, we don't want to miss any evidence because a well-wisher trampled it. Carlton, you're with me, stay alert. Probably no-one there, but we have to keep an eye out." The Officer said as he took charge here.

The female officer moved to stand by the gate while the two male officers moved quietly down the path, pausing on either side of the hole before slipping in. Several moments passed, then Carlton reappeared at the entrance.

"No-one downstairs. We're turning on the lights for a better look." Carlton said as he looked to the group here.

Even as he spoke, the light in the hall came on, turning him from a faint figure into a solid silhouette Just then John's shocked exclamation split the night as something fell on the floor.

"What the ruddy hell happened to the cupboard door?!" John cried out in shock at what he saw.

Carlton spun round and froze, his gaze transfixed by the large cupboard door that was torn off its hinges. But what shocked him was what was inside as visible in it, the corner of a worn, stained mattress was seen.

"Sarge, you need to see this!" Carlton said as he was almost afraid to know why that was there and he didn't even know why.

The Sergeant emerged from the living room and joined Carlton, then he turned and walked over to where the hole, let the light spill out into the street. For several seconds, he examined the edge of the hole carefully.

"Odd," He mused, "It looks almost like the cupboard was broken open from inside, and the doorway… the walls were almost completely torn off when something someone knocked it down… but what?" the man asked as just then Timmons took note of something.

"Sarge." Timmons said slowly as he looked to a nearby object. "Is that… really a mattress?" Timmons asked in which all eyes fell to it.

Sarge nodded, switching his torch on and using it to inspect the cupboard with an expert eye, then he stepped off the stairs and turned round, his face set in suppressed anger.

"From the handprints, they kept a kid in there. There's what looks like some dried blood as well." Sarge said as in turn when John heard this he began to react as expected.

John paled. "It… it… no…" John gasped a he didn't want to think of such a thing happening in this very neighborhood.

"What?" Carlton asked and John took a deep breath, composing himself.

"There was a second boy there. Small, dark hair, skinny. Apparently he was Petunia's nephew, his parents were criminals and died in a car crash, he was dumped with them." John explained to which Sarge tilted his head, then he turned to look at the destroyed doors of both the front door and the cupboard. "Timmons, get on the horn, get back up and put an APB out on the… who lives here?" Sarge said trying to keep his composure as best he could.

"The Dursleys." John supplied even as some of the other residents of the street started to drift out of their houses to see what was going on. "The father's names is Vernon, the mother is Petunia and their son is Dudley." John listed off as the officers noted the last boy wasn't named.

"And the other boy?" Sarge asked as he looked to the man who was clearly in shock as to what he had realized.

John shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. They only called him Boy. I only ever saw him once or twice, my wife managed to find out he was related to them, but not much more. I think his name was Harry but I'm not sure exactly." John said with his mind reeling from what he saw in that cupboard.

"But an APB on the Dursleys." Sarge finished. "From the bloodstains, we're talking child abuse here. And see if we can find out just who the boy is. No child regardless of their background deserves to be locked in a cupboard like that." Sarge said as he looked to his partner.

"Locked, Sarge?" Timmons asked and Sarge pointed. Just visible from hallway was a bolt set on the outside of the cupboard door, a bolt with a padlock attached. Timmons' eyes widened, then hardened and she turned to walk quickly back to the squad car.

"Carlton, secure the scene. I'm going to look round a bit, see if there's anything obvious." Sarge almost growled as it seemed like he was ready to ring the Dursley's neck if he ever found them first.

"Officer… if I may." John began as he had one more information to add it was a long shot but he felt it was odd. "During my walk I saw a man jumping between the house roofs I thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me but he was leaving the area of the Dursley's home I didn't see his face only this odd outfit he wore if it is of any help." John said to which the sergeant nodded.

"Ok if you can give us an accurate description we can look for this fellow." Sarge said as this man may have tried to steal from the Dursley's but only ended up finding something horrifying instead. He could have taken the boy for all he knew but until they can get a description they can't go about putting an APB.

But as John made the description Sarge began to wonder what sort of wacko would run around dressed like he's some Comic Book Hero. But if this unknown man had taken Harry from a clearly abusive home then he may just be a hero in a sense of the word.

(Later at Number 7)

John walked back to his house, head spinning even after giving the description of the masked man from his dogs walk. All that time that he and the Dursleys had lived… near each other, he had never suspected that they were secret child abusers.

They had seemed so normal. Almost unnaturally so, in fact. If anything with how unnaturally normal they were it should have at least left him suspecting of something off. "What's going on at the Dursleys?" John's wife asked as the man looked up to see the love of his life standing at the top of the stairs.

"The Dursleys… were mistreating their nephew." John confessed as his wife was shocked to hear this.

"Their nephew? That black-haired child that Petunia said was a no-good child of her disgraceful sister?" His wife asked as she was surprised to hear this.

"They were keeping him locked under the stairs." John said heavily and despite knowing that intellectually, that it hadn't been proven, the sight of the dirty mattress stuffed under the stairs weighed heavily on his heart. He and his wife had always wanted children, but an attack of the measles as a child had left him sterile, unable to ever have a child of his own flesh and blood. The longing had never really left them and knowing that an unwanted child had been so close, and that they'd never even suspected…

"Clarissa." He said as he looked to his wife as this entire scene had left him in shock. "If the police find him, do you think we could give him a home? Or maybe one for another child who has suffered." He offered as he couldn't exactly handle the fact that that longing in wanting a child of their own and never suspecting the boy was unloved in his own home like that.

Clarissa froze, then stared at him. John had been ambivalent about taking in a child for years, but now… "What happened?" She asked, knowing instinctively that something had upset him, had torn away a scab that they had both thought long-healed.

(TBC)

ESKK: Well first chapter is out of the way and I hope you all enjoyed it. Now then we will move on to the next chapter