CHAPTER 1

Author's Note: Here is a new story for you all! As always, the characters are not mine, only the plots. Enjoy!

Arabella Figg opened the door, taking in the people on her front stoop. She looked down at the little boy and immediately grew concerned. She had suspected for years that her neighbors the Dursley's abused their nephew Harry, but had no solid proof. Now, as she looked at the small boy in front of her, she knew she could no longer ignore it. Vernon Dursley not-so-politely requested that she take Harry for the afternoon, as their son Duddly had a birthday party to attend.

Harry had an obviously broken nose, his glasses were missing, and when his uncle shoved him toward her he winced and stumbled. She quickly but distractedly agreed to take him, and gently picked up Harry to bring bring him into the house and shut the door behind her.

As she set him down on the couch, she softly asked, "Harry, I see you are very hurt, dear. Can I call a doctor here to look you over?" As Harry started to panic at hearing she wanted to call a doctor, she hastened to reassure him. "Her name is Poppy, and she works at a school. She is a friend of mine, and I promise that she will help you." As Harry shyly nodded, still visibly scared but trying to be brave, Mrs. Figg got up and went to her fireplace.

Throwing in the floo powder, she called out the address of the only person she trusted from her old world. "Poppy Pomfrey, Hogwarts Infirmary!"

To say Poppy was shocked when she got a floo call in the middle of a peaceful Saturday was an understatement. She just about fell off her chair when the voice called out to her from the fireplace. Turning around, she saw Arabella Figg's face in her fireplace, shocking her further. She and Arabella had been in the same year at Hogwarts and had been best friends. They had not talked since Arabella went into retirement in the Muggle world five years previously.

Poppy lowered her chair so it was closer to the fire and asked, "Arabella, is that really you?"

Arabella smiled and replied, "Yes, Poppy, it's really me. However, as much as I would love to catch up, this is not a social call. I need your help over here as soon as you can possibly get here. Apparate over to this alley, my house is right across from the opening. Hurry, but please do not tell anyone where you are going. Burn the picture as soon as you memorize it. Thanks, Poppy!" After sending the picture through, Arabella quickly shut off the floo connection.

Poppy was very concerned at the urgency in her old friend's voice, but knew that Arabella would have never made a request like that had she not found it important. She quickly memorized the picture of the alley and burned it. Poppy grabbed her cloak, her medic bag, and her wand and left the infirmary. Quickly making her way through the castle and off the grounds, she was lucky that she did not run into anyone on her way. Once past the gates, she apparated away.

Arabella opened her front door for the second time that day and ushered Poppy inside of her home. As the two women embraced, Arabella took the opportunity to whisper into Poppy's ear, "It's Harry Potter. I suspect he has been very badly abused. He is terrified of doctors. Just run a diagnostic spell, do what you can for him, and then we can talk in the kitchen."

Poppy's head was reeling at the news that she was here to treat Harry Potter of suspected abuse, but she nodded in understanding and made her way to sit next to Harry on the couch. He looked up at her with large, scared green eyes.

"Hi Harry, I'm Poppy. I need to run some tests on you, but it would be easier if you were asleep for them. Do you think you can drink this for me?"

Harry nodded and drank the sleeping potion Poppy handed him, despite still being scared of what was going to happen. As soon as he was asleep, Poppy pulled out her wand and ran the diagnostic test, she frowned and took it into the kitchen where Arabella was setting up tea.

After both women were settled, Poppy told Arabella about the results. "You were right, he is definitely being abused. He is severely malnourished, and small for his age. He has a broken nose and ankle, as well as several other poorly and improperly healed bones."

Arabella sighed and filled Poppy in on her suspicions of abuse. Poppy sat musing in silence for a moment, before glancing back down at the diagnostic and reading something else. "There was also a glamour spell on him. I wonder what it is hiding."

Arabella and Poppy got up from the table and went back into the living room, where Harry was still asleep. Poppy canceled the glamour and saw scars littering the visible parts of Harry's body. His appearance had also changed. His hair became a little longer and straighter, and his features became more defined. Poppy, realizing he no longer looked like a carbon copy of James Potter, quickly cast a paternity spell. Over Harry, blue letters formed the names of his parents:

Lily Evans-Potter

Severus Snape

With a gasp, Poppy quickly sent a patronus to Alastor Moody at the Auror department and prepared to floo back to Hogwarts with Harry. Apologizing to Arabella and promising to catch up with her soon, Poppy moved quickly. She realized she needed to figure out who had cast the glamour and why, and return Harry to his rightful family.