((A/N - This is the second story I have uploaded so please take it easy on me. The pairing will be Harry and Fleur if that is not obvious.

I have also uploaded to first two chapters with improvements thanks to my beta for this story - Fleursevmione.

Her profile is .net/u/3405421/ so go and check out the few stories she has written after reading this :D ))

'Dark; it's all dark. Where am I? What happened to me?'

A disgruntled and groggy, 7 year old Harry Potter awoke with those questions running through his mind. Letting his eyes get used to the dark room, he sat up realizing he wasn't in his cupboard anymore. He was sitting on something soft and warm, unlike his lumpy and hard mattress in his room. Having been taught from a young age that making any noise would result in a beating, he refrained from shouting out to see if anyone was there. Harry tried to remember what happened, but his mind was not functioning as he would have liked. As he sat, snippets of memories started coming back to him, the full set of memories finally came in one bright flash of silver light. The memories of the night before came back to him in a rush, making him pass out to put off the pressure on his mind.

~~~FLASHBACK~~~

Harry was watching Dudley open his Christmas presents, wishing that he could have some. He knew he wouldn't get any though because his uncle had once told him Santa would only give good boys and girls presents, and he was a freak so Santa wouldn't bring him any. Dudley had just opened a box with a book in it, about different games you can play and how to play them, so as usual every time he got a book he chucked it to the side. Harry wished very hard that he could have the book, as everything he knew was learnt from reading books. Feeling sad, Harry was still wishing he could have the book when the most extraordinary thing happened. The book wiggled. It wiggled, then floated up and drifted towards him. If it were not for his uncle's yelling about his freakishness and how he would beat it out of him, Harry would have thought he was dreaming.

Still in his daze, Harry didn't notice his uncle moving towards him until it was too late. Uncle Vernon grabbed hold of Harry and dragged him out into the hallway next to his cupboard and started shaking him.

"I've told you more times than I can count about you and your freakishness in my house, boy. This is the last straw. I've tried to beat the freakishness out of you and it hasn't worked, so I'm going to have to take it up to the next and final level."

Anything Harry had to say was cut short by his uncle's fist smashing into his face. Harry couldn't think. All he could feel was the pain from his uncle's fat fist punching every part of his body he could get to. After a couple of minutes his Uncle hadn't stopped like he usually did but continued beating him even harder. Harry knew he had quite a few broken bones if the pain was anything to go by. Soon he was treading very carefully on the thin line between slipping into unconsciousness or not. When his uncle stopped beating him, Harry sighed in relief thinking he would get shoved into his cupboard and left to heal. However, his uncle had other ideas.

"Don't think that's the end!" he stated and dragged Harry from the house and into the car making sure no one saw him.

About ten minutes later his uncle stopped the car at an empty park about 5 miles away from his house. He dragged Harry out of the car and chucked him in some sand which made the cuts sting so much worse.

"Right now you can stay here and not talk to anyone until your injuries are healed." He picked Harry up and shook him. "Do you understand, boy?" Harry nodded his head in defeat using the little strength he had left. "And while I'm at it, don't come back until there isn't a tiny drop of freakishness left in that horrible body of yours…"

And with one last punch he knocked Harry into near-unconsciousness before waddling back over to his car and driving off.

~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~

"Daddy, we have to help him he's all alone…"

"We will sweetie just hold on…"

"Who is he?"

"He's a wizard!"

"Honey, you have to eat, come on"

"Can't leave him..."

Harry bolted up as soon as he woke back up.

"I remember!" he shouted before realizing he had spoken out loud.

'I remember! I remember it all. But who were the people talking? Are they the ones that brought me here? Where is here? It doesn't look like the hospital…' Harry gasped and brought his hand up to his face. He was healed! He wasn't in any pain what so ever. I must have been out for a while.'

There was a noise outside the door before it swung open and a man rushed in followed by a younger girl around 10 years old who may have been his daughter

((A/N - Yeah so…. This is the first chapter. I seem to be having a lot of trouble with writers block so I'm unsure as to whether I will make it longer or not. The little girl is Fleur and the man is her father.

'words' = thoughts

Please leave reviews and I am also open to ideas of where to take this story.

Thanks :D ))