AN: Alright guys, I'm reworking the chapter to fit better with how I want this story to go. That being said, many of you may find how Harry acts to be disconcerting but I actually have a reason for how he behaves here. So please keep that in mind before leaving any reviews.

The Danger of Forging the Perfect Weapon

Chapter 1

-Daphne-

Hearing a tap on his window, Daphne looked up to see a snowy white owl, one familiar to all students at Hogwarts. Opening it, she saw the owl flap over to the bowl of owl food she kept on desk in case of any received mail, ravenously eating the food and drinking the water. Walking over to the proffered leg, the Greengrass heiress untied the attached letter. Breaking the seal, Daphne started to read.

Greengrass,

I'm calling in the debt owed. I need you your family to get me out of where Dumbledore has me locked up. Go to Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Take Hedwig with you and she can find where I am exactly. I've had to hide and recover. I'll explain more when you get here.

Potter

Sighing, but curiosity peaked, Daphne walked down to find her parents, letter in hand. "Mother, Father," she nodded to her parents, smiling faintly at them before turning serious "I received a letter." Handing it over she let them read it, knowing she would be answering their questions once they finished.

"What debt?" her father frowned, debts amongst magical families being a very serious matter,

"After winter break in second year." Daphne explained, "When I returned to Hogwarts Harry Potter managed to corner me alone. I expected him to try and get back at me for something another Slytherin had done or something similarly distasteful. Instead he warned me about the plans of a few of my housemates. They noticed how much I favor mother and decided to try and lay claim to me early on."

"And when you found it was true you owed him a debt." Her father nodded in understanding.

"Exactly. He warned me they planned to dose me with a few weaker potions to make me desire them. Thanks to Potter's warning, I started checking my food and found the potions there just like he said. Wasn't able to prove that the one who dosed the food actually did it, but I was safe."

"Then let us go." Her father nods, standing up along with mother "Clearing this debt should be easy enough."

"He did say Dumbledore had locked him up." Mother pointed out reasonably as they went to go get the owl Potter had used to send the letter, "He might have some of his Order of the Phoenix members watching."

"True." Her father nodded, "Luckily, going to make sure the Heir Potter is safe after receiving a concerning letter and then inviting him to come with us won't be illegal so there is no danger from that front. Go get the owl Daphne, I'll look at the closest safe apparition point to the location the heir Potter provided."

Nodding, Daphne went back to her room where the snowy white owl, Hedwig, was waiting beside the empty food and water bowls. "Hedwig I assume?" she asked and got a bobbed nod from the owl, her avian eyes gleaming with intelligence. "We are about to go and find Potter. Are you ready?"

"Prek!" Hedwig nodded and flapped onto Daphne's shoulder, standing imperiously as they waited to go.

"Alright, I have the location ready." Daphne's parents approached, robes transfigured into muggle clothing, "Let's go."

-Harry-

Wincing, Harry clutched his cracked ribs, panting as he pressed his back against the tunnel. Clutching his wand tightly, he poked his head around the corner. Not seeing anyone, Harry pulled out a pair of lock picks and opened a maintenance door, slipping inside. Taking stock of what he had on him, Harry unshrunk his trunk with a tap of his wand. Since sending Hedwig off to take a letter to Daphne Greengrass a few hours before, Harry had been forced to change hiding places three times already when found by Dumbledore's Order members. "They must have trackers on me." Harry groaned, pulling out a clean shirt, the one he was wearing having torn when he was running away from the order, a bit of blood staining the fabric from the cuts he got doing so. Judging by how things had gone before, he had roughly forty minutes in one location catching his breath before the order would show up.

Deciding to use his time effectively, Harry took a clean shirt from his trunk and ripped it into strips, bandaging his injuries as best he could. He was partway through this when he heard the sound of footsteps in the tunnel. Going still, Harry silently drew his wand, shrinking his trunk to slip it back into his pocket and hide under his invisibility cloak. His tensions were rising higher and higher when a sound came from the other side of the door "Prek!"

"Potter, you in there?" the voice of Daphne Greengrass came from the other side as Harry sighed in relief, removing and hiding the cloak before opening the door.

"Here." He looked at her and her parents, seeing the similar shared features between the family, "I see you got my letter."

"Indeed." Daphne's father stepped forward, "I can assume you would like to come back with us to our home for now?" the statement felt like it was phrased for something specific, but Harry couldn't quite tell what.

"Yes sir." He nodded, shuffling forward, hand still holding his ribs as Hedwig lands on his shoulder, reaching to grab a rope the three Greengrasses were holding, figuring that it was a portkey.

"One, two, three." Daphne's mother spoke before Harry felt a tug behind his navel, the portkey ripping his away from Surrey and to Daphne's home.

"Young man, are you alright?" Daphne's father asks, noting Harry still holding his ribs.

"Think I have a cracked rib or two." Harry grunted, seeing no real reason or way to hide his injuries from his rescuers.

"Cracked ribs?" Daphne frowned at him in confusion, "How did that happen?"

"My Uncle." Harry winced and sat down on a couch "He lost another work contract and decided to blame me like he always does. After a couple bourbons he took a swing at me."

"And cracked your ribs?" Daphne didn't look aghast like many would, but he could see the skin between her eyebrows crinkle as she kept her mask up.

"Actually, when he swung at me I ducked, grabbed the glass for his drink, and smashed it against his face." Harry shrugged, neither feeling nor sounding remorseful for the brutality of his response, "The Ribs came from my cousin smashing me from behind with a cricket bat."

"Heir Potter, I am a trained medi-witch. Would you be willing to let me inspect your injuries?" Daphne's mother approached and, once he gave a wary nod, began waving her wand.

"What did you do to your cousin?" Daphne asked, "And why didn't you use your wand on your Uncle?"

"The ministry is incompetent, I didn't trust them to ignore I was defending myself if I used magic." Harry answered, noting Mrs. Greengrass' face slowly turning further and further into a frown. "As for my cousin, I kicked him between the legs, took the crocket bat to take out my aunt who was charging with a frying pan, and then slammed the mallet into my cousin's knee."

"Sweet Merlin." Daphne's mother breathed out in revulsion as she finished her spells, "How long were they doing this to you?"

"Can't remember exactly when." Harry shrugged, frowning as he tried to place the first memory of the Dursleys being violent towards him. "But I was tired of taking it. An angry Vernon Dursley is nowhere near as frightening as staring down a Horntail."

"How did Pomphrey not notice all this?" Mrs. Greengrass scowled as she stared at something he couldn't see, "There are signs of years of abuse, of poorly or incorrectly healed injuries, and malnourishment. Missing even one of these would be almost criminal but for Pomphrey to miss all of them…"

"Young man, I believe I have quite a bit I'd like to talk with you about." Mr. Greengrass frowned, his face giving away nothing else, much like his daughter's.