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"I see." 'What is it?' 'If I tear open your chest, will I see it inside? Will I see it in there, if I smash open your skull?' "You damn humans speak so easily of t.' 'Almost as if…I see…Yes, this…this thing in my hand…is the heart?'

Harry Potter a young boy of seven years of age, who looked only to be only five, opened his vibrant emerald eyes and searched through the encompassing blackness. His frail body, in appearance, sat straight up in posture befitting a prince. Running a hand through his silky midnight hair, he reached upon a shelf to grab glasses that seemingly did more harm than good for his eyesight. Scooting closer to the edge of his so called mattress he awaited the inevitable screech of his aunt.

"FREAK, wake up!" the shrill voice of Petunia rang through the door.

"CLICK" the sound of the door latch being released told Harry that it was time to prepare food for his relatives. Opening of the door Harry crawls out of what one would hardly call a broom cupboard. A white door stood between Harry and the kitchen. Sighing he opens the door and walks into the kitchen to prepare the 'family' meal. Harry spots his overweight and spoiled cousin hanging off of his uncle who could only be described as an overweight walrus, while a tall and gangly woman, Petunia, looks at Harry.

"You, freak, hurry up and cook. We haven't all day." She points toward the stove.

"Yes aunt Petunia." Harry replies bitterly whilst thinking 'Have your fat lazy husband do it.' Harry, as quickly as physics would allow, makes a full English breakfast; eggs, toast, sausage, biscuits and gravy. As he brought the food to his table the walrus man looks up from his Monday paper.

"Freak, you have ten minutes to get cleaned up. You will be downstairs in that time or you will not go to school and have no food for the day. If you are even a second late you will have triple the chores for the day and then beat. Do you UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes sir, uncle Vernon." Harry said dejectedly knowing no matter what he does, fault will be found. His fate sealed with a punch to the back from his spoiled cousin, Dudley. Standing up from the floor that he just fell to he looks cautiously at his relatives.

"GET OUT, NOW!" yelled Petunia.

Harry ran as swiftly as he could upstairs to get cleaned up, it was a fast ice shower, yet he was not fast enough. He made it downstairs one minute late. Picked up from behind he was forcefully shoved into the broom cupboard and punched in the gut.

"I SAID TEN MINUTES, NOT ELEVEN!" Vernon slammed the door shut and latched it into place. "FREAK, YOU WILL BE LET OUT TO DO ALL OF YOUR CHORES AND ANYTHING ELSE I OR PETUNIA WANT."

Harry curled up into a ball. Wishing the pain away, he felt it dull and eventually fade. Waiting for what felt like an eternity, but was only thirty minutes, for his door to open. For the first time in a long time he cried out, silently, to anyone whom would listen. Harry only felt empty, hollow, as he realized no one would come. For thirty minutes he sobbed.

Suddenly his door opened and Harry was pulled out of the cupboard and forcibly thrown onto the front yard, by his uncle who then promptly walked inside to bring his 'angel' to school.

"You, Boy, will stay outside until both the front and back lot have had all bushes trimmed, dead roses and weeds pulled, live roses pruned, and the grass cut perfectly. If I find you missed even a single blade of grass uncut you will be punished." Petunia did not leave Harry any time to respond as she closed him off from the house.

Harry sighed. 'Well I had better start.'

Two hours past and Harry has just begun pruning the roses. "Ouch!" Harry exclaimed as he cut himself rather deep with the plant shears. Watching as the jagged cut quickly mended itself into fresh unblemished skin, Harry starts to wish he had gloves to wear. As he wants gloves he starts to think that his hands should be harder instead. Losing the train of thought he returns to the pruning of the rose bushes. As another hour passes Harry finishes the garden and starts to cut the lawns, front and back.

"FREAK, GET IN THIS HOUSE! RIGHT NOW!" The overly high pitched voice of his Aunt screeches.

'I wonder what this is about, have I not been punished enough for one day?' Harry begins his trek into the house where he sees his aunt looking livid. 'What am I getting blamed for today, I wonder?'

"Boy, what is this?" Petunia whipped her arm around to point at four shattered, fine china, plates on the floor.

'I wish I could argue I did not do it. Sadly it would be pointless and the punishment worse.' Harry looked at the plates. "I don't know, Aunt Petunia."

"SLAP" Harry fell to the floor with a bold, bright red, handprint across his face. "DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME, FREAK! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING, USELESS, WORTHLESS PILE OF FLESH" As she screamed she beat Harry into the ground, breaking three ribs, his jaw, and his wrist. "YOU ARE LUCKY WE ARE AS GOOD TO YOU AS WE ARE, HOW DARE YOU BREAK THOSE PLATES, YOU WOULD BE GRATEFUL TO LIVE UNDER THIS ROOF!" Petunia lifted the beaten and small boy up and shoved him into the broom cupboard.

Harry's last thoughts before losing consciousness 'Despair, Anger, Pain' and then felt nothing…He felt hollow 'emptiness.'

Harry sat straight up. His Emerald eyes not obscured by glasses. Upon standing he observes that he is atop a dome like roof, near the four cardinal directions of the dome rise four pillars overlooking an endless sea of bleached sand.

"Where am I? What is this place?" Harry's mind wondered far too swiftly to form any coherent thought.

Suddenly a voice from nowhere startles Harry. "Welcome, I was not expecting you for some time, however I guess it can't be helped. You are here now."

Harry looking around, "Who are you? Where are you?"

The voice calls out again, "Turn around."

Harry turns around and is shocked to see that from the center of the dome raises a lithe, muscular young man, no more than 169 cm tall. Piercing green eyes stared intelligently at Harry. "My name is Ulquiorra Cifer."

Welcome to the first Chapter of 'In Search of the Heart.' I hope you enjoyed it. Please Review and leave suggestions, if you have any, if not please tell me what you liked and or did not like about this start. Thank you and have a wonderful day or night.

Raiba