Okay, so I've been working on this story for a little while now, and I have about two and a half chapters done. I'm going to try and update this once a week, on Wednesdays, but I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with that schedule exactly because I'm fairly busy with my life.

I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and anything else you may recognize. Dani, Skipper, and Cas, however, are my own characters.

Daniella watched the little boy from the trees. He had shown up at the cabin with his family two days ago, and, so far, she was not impressed with the boy's family.

The other boy, a fat monstrosity with blond hair, had pissed her off since he had stepped out of the car. He hadn't stopped complaining, and he was bullying the smaller, black-haired boy almost constantly. When he wasn't verbally abusing the black-haired boy, he was kicking and shoving him. The horse-like mother wasn't much better. She had made the littlest boy clean the entire cabin and cook all the meals. Every time something hadn't been to her satisfaction, she had slapped the boy across the face. Daniella would swear she saw the woman press the boy's hand down on the hot stove.

By the time the family was sitting down for dinner on the third day, Daniella had had enough. After hours of slaving away, the little boy had cooked dinner for the other three members of his family, and he was now standing in the corner, watching the other three eat. Not even Daniella's own father, who had only kept her alive because he had no other heir, had treated her that badly. Standing from her crouching position, Daniella jumped the five meters to the ground from the tree branch, landing silently in a crouch thanks to years of practice.

The door was unlocked when Daniella tried to open it, and it swung open silently with just a slight push. Daniella found herself scoffing at the idiocy of the family inside the cabin. She walked down the short hall into the kitchen where the family was eating their dinner the boy had cooked. The little boy was the first to see her, and he backed up against the wall. She sent the boy a small smile, but that seemed to just frighten him more. Daniella couldn't really blame him. She was a formidable enemy when angered, and, at the moment, she was furious.

"Who are you?" the fat, walrus of a man demanded, struggling to stand up from his seat. He had finally looked up from his food long enough to see Daniella.

"I am here for the boy," Daniella sneered, flashing her sharp teeth at the man a pointing a clawed finger at the shaking boy in the corner. Her eyes flashed from poison green to a deadly amber. In her rage, Daniella's wolf was starting to come out, but, instead of terrifying the man, it only seemed to enrage him more.

"You're one of those freaks!" he shouted, finally managing to get himself to his feet. "We already told that Dumbledore fellow we didn't want to deal with you lot when we took the brat in!"

"Dumbledore," Daniella snarled, spitting out the name like a curse. "That weakling is nothing compared to me!"

Daniella took a threatening step towards the man, pulling a hunting knife from her belt and holding it under the man's triple chin.

"I just want the boy," she said, speaking slowly through clenched teeth. "I do not require any of his things, unless, of course, he wants something special. Once the boy collects what he wants, we will leave, and you will most likely never hear from us again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Vernon," the horse-woman said when it looked like the man was going to argue. "Let the boy go."

Grumbling, the man finally agreed. Daniella walked past him to where the boy was standing, shivering violently in fear. Slowly, she knelt in front of him.

"Hello, child," Daniella said softly. "My name is Daniella, but you can just call me Dani. Can you tell me your name?"

"Harry Potter, ma'am," the boy whispered, hardly moving his lips. Daniella had to strain her sensitive ears to hear him.

Harry Potter, she thought. Suddenly, she smirked. This was the savior of the wizarding world? Dani just wished she could be a fly on the wall when Dumbledore discovered his precious savior was gone.

"Well, Harry," she said, "is there anything you want from here?"

"No, ma'am," Harry said, a little bit louder this time. "I don't have anything."

Dani frowned at that, but held her hand out to Harry.

"Let's go then," she said calmly, smiling warmly at Harry and throwing a quick glare over her shoulder at the three humans who were still around the table. "I don't want to be anywhere near this filth any longer."

Harry nodded his head quickly, and Dani stood up. She picked him up and held him tight to her chest. The pair left the cabin without looking back.

"Where are you taking me, Miss Dani?" Harry asked after about half an hour of walking. He was curled as tightly as possible against Dani's body.

"To my home, Harry, dear," she said. "It's just a little bit farther."

Harry nodded and nuzzled his head into Dani's neck. Dani began to gently run her fingers through his messy, knotted hair. She wondered when the last time he brushed it was.

"Why are you trusting me?" Dani asked suddenly, still running her fingers through Harry's hair. "You've just met me, you know."

"You're taking me away from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia," Harry said into Daniella's neck. "They aren't nice. You're nice Miss Dani." Harry pulled his face away from Dani's neck. "You won't make me ever go back, right?"

"Of course not, Harry," Dani promised. She gently put Harry down on the forest floor. She looked the boy in the eyes, poison to emerald. "What your aunt and uncle did to you, Harry, all the times they hurt you, it was wrong. You know that, right?"

Harry's eyes widened almost comically. "I was bad, Miss Dani," he said earnestly. "I'm a little freak and I deserved it. I don't mean to, though! I promise! Please don't send me back!"

"Hush, little one," Dani shushed Harry as she knelt down in the dirt in front of him. Large tears were streaming down Harry's cheeks, and his little body was shaking with sobs. "I will never send you back there, and I will never let anyone hurt you ever again."

Harry let out a loud sob and flung his arms around Dani's neck. Dani let him cling to her until he stopped crying.

"We're only about five more minutes from your new home," Dani said softly, picking Harry back up. "I noticed that burn on your hand. I'll take you to see Skipper. She'll fix you right up."

"She'll fix my boo boos?" Harry asked, staring at Daniella with wide, green eyes, blood-shot from crying.

"Of course," Dani promised, brushing Harry's messy hair from his forehead. "Skipper is my healer. She fixes everyone's boo boos. You'll like her. She's very nice."

"Does Miss Skipper live with you?" Harry asked softly, resting his cheek on Daniella's shoulder as she started walking again.

"She does," Dani said. "So does her husband, Caspian. He's pretty goofy."

"Do you have a husband, Miss Dani?"

Dani froze, stopping only a few feet from the forest's edge. Ahead of her, her large manor stood, reflecting sunlight off its bright, white walls.

"I used to," she said after a long moment. "But he was taken away from me a long time ago."