A/N: In honor of the first day of my summer holidays I have decided to start posting my long-term fic Sky and here is the first chapter. I have decided to split this story to different parts and the first part contains Harry's childhood till he goes to Hogwarts. Also Harry will be called Sky throughout the story, which will be explained in later chapters. Hope you enjoy. :)

Summary: AU. Harry Potter was abandoned by the Dursleys to the streets and later found by an Unspeakable, who tells him of his indentity, inheritance and destiny. Under a new name Harry sets out to right the wrongs that has been done to him.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mild swearing, there will be one Slash pair (not main one) later in the story

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from Harry Potter -series belongs to JK Rowling.

PART ONE

October 1985

The night fell upon the streets of London and a little girl shivered from the cold.

"Are we there yet?" she asked from a young boy, who walked beside her.

"Nearly, it's just around the corner. Fox said it's a good place and that we should be able to live there as long as…" the boy said before he stopped dead.

"Did you hear that?" he asked quietly.

"What?" the girl whispered.

"That muffled sound… it sounds like someone's in pain."

The girl looked around searchingly and saw a small, dark figure on the ground few feet away from them.

"Look! There's something there." she said quietly.

"Stay here, I'm going to check it out."

"Blake, don't leave me alone, I'm scared."

"Fine, but stay close to me" the boy, Blake, said and walked over to the dark figure.

The full moon slipped from behind the clouds and lightened up the street revealing a beaten little boy lying on the ground. He wasn't moving and they could see a small pool of blood around him in the moonlight.

"Is – Is he dead?" the girl asked close to tears of the sight in front of her.

"No, he's still breathing, but just barely." Blake said checking on the boy. "Dora, help me lift him up and then go to tell Fox, this is beyond my skills."

The girl, Dora, obeyed and started running towards a deserted shack. Blake followed, the boy in his arms as fast as he could. In the shack was a young girl, preparing a bed for the beaten boy.

"Oh my God! Who could do something like that to a child? He can't be more than four years old." she asked while Blake but the boy down on a mattress.

"I don't know, Fox, but if I ever find out, I'll make sure that they'll pay!" Blake wowed his eyes filled with anger.

Fox started tending the boy's wounds and clear the blood off of him. The boy was pale, scrawny and looked like he had never gotten enough to eat. He had raven black hair, round classes which were fixed with a duct tape and a scar in his forehead that looked like a lightning bolt.

"He has five broken ribs, broken leg, cuts and bruises and some internal bleeding. A few of the cuts and bruises are older, not yet completely healed. There are also signs of serious malnourishment and neglect." Fox said grimly. "I'll do what I can, but it's really up to him if he'll survive."

Blake closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself so that he wouldn't scare Dora with his anger before nodding.

"Is he going to be okay?" Dora asked quietly.

"I don't know, Dora" Fox whispered. "I don't know."

A year later, October, 1986

"Happy Birthday!" Dora yelled enthusiastically, jumping up and down, her black hair falling on to her face.

"Mmm…Go away Dora." A six-year-old boy mumbled sleepily.

"Aww, come on Sky! It's a beautiful day outside and we are going out for your birthday!"

"But it's not my birthday."

"Yes it is! It's been exactly a year since we found you, our medical miracle." She grinned.

"Argh, I told you not to call me that." Sky complained rubbing his eyes.

"But it's true! Fox said it was a medical miracle that you survived and even bigger that you were fine just after two days! You were so small and scrawny for a five-year-old that we thought you were much younger…"

"Was not"

"Were too!"

"Was not"

"Were too"

"Were too"

"Was not"

"Haa haa! You said "was not" I win." Sky said smugly.

"Not fair!" Dora protested.

"Knock it off you two." Fox said entering the room. She had a long yellow hair, which was tied to the back and deep blue eyes. She always had the motherly look on her face when she reprimanded the two, even though she was only seventeen-years old herself.

"But…" Dora started.

"No buts!" Fox said firmly before smiling to Sky. "Happy birthday Sky."

"Um…Thanks" Sky said shyly and a bit awkwardly.

"Now get dressed we are leaving to the park soon. There's some breakfast in the kitchen for you Sky."

"Thanks" Sky said running after Dora, to prevent her from eating his share.

It had been a whole year since Dora and Blake had found him in the streets beaten to half dead. It had been hard for Sky to accept that there were people who really cared about him and that he wasn't a freak. That was the first thing Fox and Blake taught him; that he wasn't a freak.

When Sky had woken up two days after they had found him, Fox had asked him his name. Sky hadn't known what to answer her. All his life he had been called a freak or a boy or just waste of space, but he knew that none of those were his real name. Sky had a feeling that he had a real name, but couldn't remember what it was. In the end he had just answered the name he had been called the most; Freak. Sky could still remember Fox looking at him gently while telling him that he wasn't Freak. Behind her Blake had looked absolutely murderous and Sky could hear him muttering about what he would do if he ever met the people who had hurt him.

Dora had come up with his new name – Sky.

Fox, Blake and Dora had taught him how to survive in the streets and not to trust adults. "They will only keep you for as long as they please and then toss you out like a filthy animal." Blake had said. Fox later on told Sky that Blake was disowned and thrown out from his family when he was seven. After that he had lived in multiple orphanages and foster families for three years, but didn't fit in anywhere. In the end he had ran away when he was ten and lived in the streets since then. Fox had met him when he had ended up in front of her home beaten up.

"Blake pissed off a local gang when he was eleven. He insulted the leader of the gang and they nearly killed him. I lived with my mother at the time in a little cottage outside the town. She was a nurse in a local hospital before she got caught of drug-use and got sacked. She taught me everything I know about healing." Fox had said. "Anyway, we nursed Blake back to health and he lived with us for few months until my mother took an overdose of drugs and died. Blake and I fled the house together and continued living in the streets."

Sky had also asked about Dora. "I found her in King Cross – station roughly four years ago. She was a little two-year-old all alone in the station. We don't know what happened to her, if she was abandoned or forgotten. We filed a notice at the police station, but no one ever answered it."

During the year he had spent with Dora, Blake and Fox, Sky had learned to trust them and regarded them as his family. There were still a lot of things he was uncomfortable with, like hugs and kisses and birthdays. Sky had never celebrated his birthday before and felt really awkward about it. In fact he didn't even know when his real birthday was, but Dora insisted that they celebrate his birthday the day they found him, like they did for everyone else. Sky had tried to argue with them that he didn't need a birthday, but they insisted and there was nothing he could do.

Now the twenty-eighth of October, as he ran to the little kitchen of the shack they were living at the moment, he tried to get rid of the awkward feeling and enjoy the day with his family.

"Yes, pancakes! Where did you found pancakes, Blake?" Dora asked while stuffing them into her mouth.

"You know that café few blocks away? They had pancakes for breakfast and I was able to nick a few without them noticing." Blake said. "Oh, and happy birthday Sky."

"Thanks." Sky mumbled.

"What are we doing today?" Dora asked.

"Well, I've got a few jobs to do, but you are going into the park. I'll join you later in the evening." Blake said and left leaving Dora bouncing up and down on his seat.

"Wee to the park! What are we waiting for?"

Sky, Dora and Fox spent the whole day playing various games and having a good time. Blake joined them at dinnertime and Sky couldn't remember ever being happier. When they were leaving back home Blake pulled him aside.

"Come with me."

He led them to the small hill next to a cemetery called the Saint Mary's. They sat down on the ground watching the sunset in silence until Blake spoke.

"I know I have always told you not to trust adults and that they will always end up letting you down, but not all of them are like that. I don't want you to grow up bitter, hating everyone in the world, like I have. I want you to grow up independent and strong, but still able to trust. Don't bury yourself into hate and bitterness. Learn to forgive the ones who deserve it. Not everyone is like your parents or even mine. We have just had a very bad luck when it comes to adults. If one day you have a change to get out of the streets, take it. There is so much to see out there."

"Why are you telling me this?" Sky asked.

"I just wanted you to know." Blake said standing up. "Here, take this." Blake said while handing Sky a knife that he always carried with him.

"I… You… I can't take this." Sky stuttered. "It's the only thing you have from your family."

"Yes. Do you know what this knife is?"

Sky just shook his head wordless.

"It's a suicide knife. There is a tradition in my family that when someone gets disowned, he or she will be given a knife like this, so that he can kill himself with it. The family considers the disowned person a disgrace to the family, and the only way to spare the family from the shame is for that person to take his life. I refused to follow that tradition."

"Why are you giving it to me?" Sky asked.

"Because… I have decided to move on. I carried this knife with me, so that I would never forget, and if someday I would meet them again I would take my revenge." Blake said. "I want to give this knife to you as a symbol of forgiveness, and a proof that I could let the past go and keep on living. All these years, I have lived in the past and achieved nothing. Now I've decided to let all the hatred and bitterness go, and start to think of the future."

Sky just nodded mutely staring at the knife.

"I'm going to ask Fox to marry me on her birthday." Blake said after a while.

"Really?" Sky asked his emerald eyes shining.

"Yea, and I'll get a good job, buy a house and then we can together take care of you and Dora. Maybe someday we'll even be able to send you both to school." Blake said ruffling Sky's mop of a hair.

They watched the last rays of the sun disappear in silence before standing up. Blake pulled Sky into a tight hug.

"Happy birthday Sky, never forget to live". He whispered.

They walked in silence back towards the shack both immersed in their thoughts. Sky could hear Dora's bubbling voice telling some kind of story from the distance and smiled.

Right before they entered the shack, Sky could feel a shiver run down his spine, and the next thing he knew was darkness.

A/N: Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me how I did. The next chapter will be posted soon.

- Dalnim