A/N: This is my new story and it is a Harry Potter adventure. Harry was abandoned by the Dursley's and adopted into a new home. What will happen when Harry's adopted family finds out he is a wizard and how will Harry survive?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did I wouldn't be going into debt paying for college.

Prologue:

Petunia Dursley thought it was a good day. It was a sunny morning in Surrey and she had a full day of gardening ahead of her. Humming a tune she walked down the hall to the front door to get the mail. She opened the door and froze. Her following scream woke the whole street.

"What are we going to do with it. We can't have it around Duddikins."

"Why did your no good sister and her worthless husband have to go and get themselves killed? Give it to me. I'll take care of it."

Petunia smirked as her husband grabbed the baby and walked to his car. She knew Vernon would fix the problem.

Vernon drove deep into downtown London. He wanted to get as far away from his house as possible. Finally he pulled over next to a dark alleyway. Grabbing the bassinet he walked deep into the alley. He placed the chile down next to a dumpster and quickly walked away.

As the car holding his uncle drove away, Harry opened his bright green eyes and started to cry.

1 year later

Mr and Mrs. Kirst walked through the orphanage soaking in the scene. Children ran laughing and screaming through the play room. They all looked so happy. Suddenly Mrs. Kirst stopped. She saw a boy sitting in the corner on his bed. He couldn't be much more than two years old. He was quietly playing with some blocks. She walked closer and immediately saw what had caught her attention. The boy's eyes were the most beautiful shade of green she had ever seen. His hair was black and extremely untamed. Mrs. Kirst bent down so she was at eye level with the boy.

"Hi, my name is Rachel, what's yours?"

The little boy looked at her and shrugged.

Mrs. Kirst smiled, "What is that your playing with?"

The little boy held out one of the blocks to her with his little hand.

"For me?" Mrs. Kirst smiled as the boy dropped the block in her hand. She stood back up and the little boy looked up at her.

"Leave?" The little child asked with hurt in his voice.

Mrs. Kirst felt her heart breaking for the child in front of her. She shook her head with tears in her eyes. "No."

The child smiled and held out another block for her. For the first time Rachel saw the lightening shaped scar gracing the top of the boy's forehead. What had happened to this child?

5 years later

Seven year old Nick ran laughing and screaming with his sister, Roxy, through the park. Their mother sat on a bench talking to a friend occasionally glancing at her two young children. Nick's green eye's sparkled with laughter. Nick and Roxy ran to the teeter-totter and quickly got on. The rocked back and forth, faster and faster. Suddenly Roxy shrieked as she lost her balance and fell towards the ground. She screamed however, when she suddenly found herself hovering two inches above the ground. Rachel jumped up and ran to her daughter's side. Nick sat on the ground with his hand outstretched towards Roxy looking completely bewildered. He lowered his hand and Roxy fell the last two inches to the ground.

Rachel looked at Nick terrified. He had just levitated Roxy. She quickly picked up Roxy and grabbed Nick's hand, dragging him towards the car.

Rachel called her husband Frank as soon as they arrived back at the house. She had put the children in their rooms with the orders to say put.

Rachel quickly told her husband what had happened. He was alarmed as well. They had both known when they adopted Nick that he had been found in an alley way supposedly abandoned by his own family. No one ever knew why. Was this the reason? Was their son some kind of freak? Rachel and Fred decided to have a talk with Nick after dinner.

Dinner was a quiet affair. Roxy was still in a shocked state after her near mishap and Nick seemed to sense that he had done something wrong. Frank and Rachel sent Nick outside to wait for them as they cleaned up the kitchen.

Nick sat in the backyard staring at the green bush. He sighed deeply. His family was mad at him and he still didn't know what he did. How had he levitated Roxy? Nick sighed again and stared as a dandelion in the grass. He reached out to pluck it but yelped and sprang back as a green snake slithered out of the bush.

move out of my way two legs

Nick stared at the snake. Had it just spoken to him?

"sigh" all humans are deaf

Nick decided to give it a try. excuse me did you say something?

The snake looked up at him surprised. ah, a speaker. You are the first of your kind I have encountered

So I can speak to snakes

It would appear that way

So what is your name? I am Nick

One who eats rats

Thats...interesting

It's better than Nick

Nick scowled at the snake and suddenly heard a shuffling behind him. He turned to see his parent staring at him in astonishment. He groaned internally. This was not going to be easy to explain.

4 years later

"What do you mean you can't find Harry Potter?!" Albus Dumbledore's blue eyes blazed with anger. "He is an eleven year old child and the best aurors in the Ministry cannot find him?!"

The aurors shuffled and looked at their feet. "It appears that the Dursleys decided that they didn't want him so they left him on a street somewhere."

If it was possible for Dumbledore to get any angrier he did. "They left a defenseless one year old baby on the streets?!"

"Er... yes. Anyways after that the trail is iffy. He may have been placed in a Sunny Days orphanage. They reported finding a young child in an alleyway in downtown London."

"So I assume you checked this orphanage?"

"Of course sir. They were quite tight lipped, but they finally admitted that the child in question had been adopted nine years ago. We got the address from their records. However, that is where the trail runs dry. The family appears to have moved about four yeas ago and there is no record of the move."

Albus Dumbledore sat back in his chair. "So we have a child who may or may not be with his adoptive family and we have no idea where this family may be." Albus paused for a moment in thought. "I want you to find this family. Use as many people and resources as possible. I want to find out where this child is."

1 week later

Mr. and Mrs. Kirst sat on their couch wringing their hands. They had been caught. They knew that this day would come sooner or later, but they were terrified none the less.

Albus Dumbledore swept into the modest two story home in America. The aurors had finally located the Kirst family in a small town in the remote Upper Peninsula of Michigan. He settled down in a comfy green chair and looked at the nervous parents,

"Now I want you two to tell me the truth about the young boy you adopted from Sunny Days orphanage."

An hour later Albus left the house disgusted. They had indeed adopted a young boy from the orphanage only to discover he was a "freak" who made odd things happen. They had abandoned him on the streets before they moved to America. They had told their daughter that Nick' real family had come to get him so she wouldn't suspect anything. Then Dumbledore had asked the clincher. The Kirst's had seemed surprised by the question, but had answered affirmative. The boy they adopted and named Nick had had a lightening shaped scar on his forehead.