Hello! *Waves* I decided to share this story finally that I kept in the dark for a long while, but it'll be different.

I should state that my writing is NOT perfect and I do understand that already. I am deaf and it affects my ability to write greatly.

Warnings: child-abuse, psychological, slashes (malexmale, femalexfemale, etc...), cusses, and bloody. I will place warnings if something new that I did not think it was needed at the moment. For now, it's a start.

Enjoy~

Everything seems to be an ordinary day…for the Dursely that was. They spent time preparing the worse of the storm with the telly warning them for hours. The roads were blocked and extremely icy to the point driving was not wise decision for any one. Dudley was stacking up his backpack with his hidden goodies snack, while covering it up with his clothes. Petunia was checking her ice box for food ration to last during the vicious storm coming soon upon them. Vernon was counting his money and stashed it away in hidden location in his bedroom. While others were being prepared, the young boy was force to head into the attic and retrieves the emergency blankets, lights, and battery operator fireplace with backup batteries. He brought them all down, despite the heaviness and the chilliness wind. He nearly dropped them, but he found his balance quickly. He sighed.

Harry kept heading down the stairs and set them in the living room as where his aunt had specifically ordered him. Once that was complete, he returned upstairs to close off the attic and locked it up. He set the key as where they should be in hidden sight, knowing how his uncle disliked any guests having access to the attic at all. Harry headed downstairs and went to the kitchen to cook their dinner now –

The flickering lights and sudden blackout. Everyone shrieked – except for the young boy – and shouting the desperate need of the electricity to restore. Harry sighed and went over to the living room for the emergency lights. He picked it up and went straight to his aunt first, knowing she was the one who expected him to bring them down. She scowled at the sight of him and glared harshly as ever. He handed it over to her and she snatched it out of his hands. She marched out of the room for her family.

Harry stood there, uncertain of what to do in this case, and-

"BOY! You've done it now, you freak!" He suddenly felt the jerk tug on his color and dragged him.

Harry almost trampled over his feet, but quick to follow along without upsetting his uncle any further. He suspected he would be locked up in the cupboard at this direction rate…

He noticed they kept going straight and it puzzled him why they passed his only space he called his room? Suddenly, a doorknob clunking has triggered his attention and his head shook – as the door swung open with the rough cold air numbed his skin within a second.

Before he could argue or speak, his face met with the burning freeze and white ground. A slam caught the green eyes' attention and he tried to hurry up as he pushed through the snow. His body shivered quickly and knocked on the door desperately. His teeth were clattering uncontrollably and his knuckles banging on for entering in.

His uncle nor his aunt were answering him. He knelt down and cuddled against the door. Everything was turning white from his eyes, but the dry burning caused his eyes into tears. His breathing was gradually less and deeper, as it was turning difficult and rough to even take in oxygen. Harry's skin was beginning to numb to the point he could no longer feel a thing…

With the heavy set of snow falling onto him, he was covered up in so much snow that almost no one could see him like this and his sight was darkening.

"Harry…Harry…Harry!" There was a voice calling out to him.

Harry assumed it was his father, but he did not think dying would be so kind to spare the suffering. His eyelids flickered and saw a long white bearded man in thick blue robe. His head tilted and shook his head, trying to stay away. The man approached closely and held onto him and there was…warmth in the man's hold. Harry heard his muttering in some…language he could not recognize. A whoosh of the wind drew his attention and turned to see where it went. The hallway of the Dursely's front house and his face scrunched up briefly.

"Who the-" The man froze in sight, "-You!" Vernon seethed.

The bearded man narrowed his eyes, "You will gather a few blankets right now, Mr. Dursely. I expected Mrs. Dursely to bring hot water." His tone heeded severe warning for them.

It went down their spine when he spoke like that and did not waste their time. Harry shook his head, but he noticed the door was closed and they were inside the house. How long was he out there for? He knew they lost power, when did they receive it back?

Not only that, why did this…stranger invade their home? Or how did he know his name? It puzzled him to no ends and afraid he would be punish for asking. He was carried in this man's arms and they were drawn over to the living with their fireplace going. They had it running…he suspected they must have been so cold to the point of using it now. Wait…did the couch move on their own?

The emerald eyes was startle by something unusual and the couch was moved in front of the fireplace. He felt more the blankets being around him multiple of times and bundled in tightly enough, he was no longer feeling frozen. However, he was still shivering.

Once he came in front of the fire, the heat was a gentle pressure, yet, soothing warmth he would easily welcome. Harry was still aware he was in the man's arms.

"Now, Harry, care to tell me how you end up in front of the house outside? Nearly freezing to death?" The blue eyes twinkled.

The boy wanted to admit it, however…his uncle was in the room. Vernon was glaring intensively enough to scare him from being a mute permanently. Harry decided to keep his mouth shut or face the wrath of punishment even worse. The elder hummed and glanced over to the man, who was giving a death glare to the boy. It took a second to believe the action rather than words.

"I suspected he was upset and he threw you out of the house. Am I correct, Harry?" The blue eyes faced the boy, keeping him huddled up for warmth.

Harry was about to admit it, but the sight of his uncle had made him grew wary of his talking or action otherwise. Just as the elder suspected and hummed briefly.

"I will bring you hot soup and something else to drink. I will be discussing with them…including their son. Oh," He smiled, "I am Albus Dumbledore, Harry. You may call me Albus for now."

Harry nodded slowly, cautious about this man carefully – whether he could trust the man or not, and before the man removed himself, he made one straight look at the boy.

"You stay on the couch and in front of the fire. Your body needs to restore itself naturally. I will explain to you after I discuss some things with them. Can I trust you to stay here, Harry?" He smiled.

Albus did not move nor rush a thing. This had amazed the boy…no one has ever treated him like this, not even in school had taken the time to understand him – at least he was not much of a troublemaker other than that one accident of landing on top of the school's roof. Harry thought deeply about this and saw this man, Albus, to be helping him. He saw how…obediently his uncle and aunt were.

"If you will come back and hold me, you can trust me, sir." Harry decided…testing to see if he could get the man to hold him at least.

Albus grinned, "Certainly, Harry. As soon as I bring the soup and other things you will need, I will hold you all night."

It was like a small pressure release off Harry's chest and he nodded to accept this. Albus slowly made sure he removed himself from Harry and kept the blanket well bundled in the small boy. He walked up to their kitchen, while Harry snuggled up. The twinkling eyes died and darted at the Dursleys no less. He drew out his wand and silently cast a charm to prevent the conversation. He also allowed the wand to cook up the soup and small potion at work. He turned to the Dursleys with full attention, while nearly fuming at their attempts.

"I had left Harry in your care and when my watcher had immediately reported me of your doings today, what were you thinking? Had I not specifically state to treat him as your son and no less?" He scowled at the parents first.

Petunia scoffed, but still frightened, "You dumped him at our porch! You did not give us a chance to deny and-"

"-and foolishly left him to frozen to death! How would you feel that your son, Dudley, kicked out of the house and died in this sort of weather, hm?" He peered down at them.

"Hey! They would never do that to me!" Dudley cried, huffed so bravely – not realizing Albus was someone powerful.

"Don't you dare talk about our Dudley! Harry is a freak and we do not tolerate freaks!" Vernon shaking his finger at the elder – which was a pointless effort of his anger issue.

The blue eyes darkened at them, "Harry is a gifted child and he lost his parents to Voldemort, where they sacrificed their lives for him. They did not sacrifice him to either of you to kill him to a snow storm." He glared, "Now, since I can no longer trust any of you three, Harry will be provided a protected guardian and his guardian will live here until he is of the age."

Petunia jerked her head up at the elder, "You will not," She hissed, "Bring in another freak in this house! One is enough and we do not have the money to spend for another freak!"

Albus lifted his head slowly, "I will and you have no power over this matter. Harry needs the blood wart to keep him safe and to remove him from that, it would cause dangerous side effect and permanent effect. It would not be Harry that would suffer this, but all three of you as well." His lips lined straightly.

The man turned and took care of the soup into the bowl and a few potions into vials. Before he turned left the kitchen, he turned slowly and saw they were weary of his action.

"Therefore, Harry will be inform, since you do not like our kind and may likely have not told him that he is a wizard."

A scoffed, "Yeah right, Harry is not a wizard. Just some punching bag he is." Dudley proudly admitted.

Albus approached closely with the wand pointing at the boy, "You, child, must understand a wizard is to each of their own. I will not tolerate neglect treatment. You are to treat him as family member, otherwise, I will not hesitate to place you into child endangerment."

Dudley was about to speak against this, but with the wand insight…he knew better than that. He nodded and kept his mouth shut while hiding his fear behind. Albus was pleased to see the result and knowing they cannot argue in his best interests, despite of their hatred. Albus removed the silent charm and left the kitchen.

He walked back into the living room and found the boy to stay in the exact same spot. Albus has not thought of damage it has done to the boy or how obediently he may be, due to the suffering of the Dursleys. He sat down next to the boy and handed him one of the vials.

"Before you could have soup, drink this. It will help to keep your body from dying and heal you quickly. You must drink two vials, after that, you can have the soup to wash down the taste." Albus smiled.

"And then you'll hold me." Harry did not want to miss this opportunity.

"The entire night and a bit of the morning I will hold you, Harry."

With the promise like that, Harry nodded eagerly and knowing they would not dare to hurt him with this man being here. He accepted the vials and drank them quickly – even though he grunted the horrible taste of soap and dirty socks at once. Once they were out of the way, he was quick to gulp down hot tomato soup. Albus made sure they were not hot to burn his mouth and throat, but at least warm enough to drink. However, Harry was rather glad to be full once more. Once he gulped it down, Albus pulled him into his arms and did not bother to tighten the hold since he was less worried of his dying chances now.

"Sir…I-"

"Albus, Harry, you can call me Albus. There is no need for Sir here."

The boy nodded, "I don't understand…why you save me? How did you know my name?" His head tilted.

Albus smiled, "I knew you since you were a baby, Harry. As you can see, I had someone watching over you since you were here day one. That person told me what happened and I had to rush here and informed someone they are stepping in to be your guardian." He smiled, "Can you tell me what you know about your parents, Harry?"

The emerald eyes blinked behind those eyelids, yet, this man was kind and generous enough to care for him.

"Erm, they died in a car crash and I was the only survivor."

Albus was ill by that false story the boy was told, but it was hidden under a mask, "Harry, your aunt and uncle had lied to you about your parents. There is more than to it, my boy."

This was something new…he was befuddled with everything now. Could it be they were trying to protect him from the truth? Were his parents a killer and that's why they treated him like a freak? He wasn't too sure.

Albus suited himself comfortably with the boy in his arms, "As you can understand, there is a man who has no humanity in him and thought you were a threat due to a prophecy. He sought out and tried to kill you, however, your parents did all they could to protect you, but he killed them. However, unable to kill you and that man is no longer around mysteriously." The headmaster did not dare to rush this story or gone into specific details, "You can see, both of your parents, the dark man, and I are wizards, Harry, and you are a wizard."

The emerald eyes blinked. Someone was telling him that he's a wizard and how his parents died from protecting him. This was new and made questions appeared in his head. He was afraid to ask, yet, what could he do about this?

Albus continued, "You were in a need of a home and I chose this family, considering the only family you have. Unfortunately, with today's event, I feel I could no longer trust them and decides that you will have a guardian living with you."

"…why? I mean…thank you, sir, but that is not needed. I am fine-"

Albus shook his head, "-You are not fine. Your uncle and aunt should have not treated you like this and almost killed you. It is act of murder and they were supposed to protect you." He withheld his bitter anger towards his relatives.

For the first time, Harry has witnessed someone who was truly concern about him. He was grateful that he's being cared for…now, this elder was doing something for him to ensure his safety the most.

"My parents died to save me from the mad man and you sent me here. Why do I have to be here?" His head tilted and suddenly realized he was asking and shook his head immediately, "Never mind!" He gasped in worriedly.

Albus chuckled, "You ask anything you wish, Harry. As you can see, the mad man is not dead, but merely gone. However, I needed you to be safe and your mother had you under a blood ward."

The boy blinked, "Blood ward? Do you need to use my blood to keep people away or something?"

The man knew what he was getting himself into, "Not exactly. As you can see, your mother did an ancient ritual spell to protect you under a hidden shield from those who wishes to harm you…unfortunately, it cannot prevent to those who lives here and is your family member. However, it keeps you safe. I cannot remove you from the blood ward because of its purposes until it recognizes you are Hogwarts student."

He frowned, "Hogwarts?"

Albus lit up, "A school for all Wizards and Witches, a school I run as a headmaster. You will attend this fall and it will be a perfect opportunity with those in greater interests of magic."

The boy stared at the man, "I…I am attending this year?"

The blue eyes twinkled, "Of course. You were on the list ever since you were born."

Harry tilted his head, "How do I know I am a wizard? Shouldn't there be proof first?"

Albus noticed how self-preserved the child has been so far, he suspected his guardian will likely appreciate such talent and skill being at worked. He had to ponder if he should have had given the boy a guardian alongside from the start, yet, he was not certain what would have had happen. The man soothed the boy's back, slowly up and down wards without rushing a thing.

"Have you ever had a moment where you could not explain it yourself?" Albus smiled.

The small boy heard him out and thought back, like the most recent such as-

"Like how I got food in my room when I was scared that I was never going to ever eat again?" His eyebrow raised at the man.

The headmaster nodded, "Exactly. Those are called Accidental Magic, where other children and such as yourself have felt scared or upset, magic exposed due to overwhelm emotion, and confirmed one of the magic living beings."

Harry nodded and accepted that. It made sense to him, everything was drawn to his past and brought much sense to him, and nothing could he ever argue with. His mouth gaped open as the yawning slipped through. His eyelids dripped, but he struggled to stay awake, and curled up onto the man's lap and chest comfortably. He might as well enjoy this for now…before his relative could destroy this moment.

Albus couldn't help but to smile at this adorable sight. He truly had hope this would be a wise decision for the boy, especially failing some part on his behalf. The Dursleys refused to come within ten feet in the living room. They went to upstairs without needing to be in their presence. Albus held the boy tightly and allowed the fire to keep them warm over the night. He accio'ed the large blanket and wrapped themselves into it comfortably.

A knut for thoughts?