Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

"Mr. Dursley, Where is Harry Potter?"

Vernon Dursley flinched under the gaze of the immigration officer; he really should have seen this coming, his perfect plan to get rid of his freak nephew was definitely not going as well as he expected, he had barely gottten off the plane when he was taken by airport security to be interrogated.

"On June 15, You along with your wife, son and nephew left Heathrow Airport for a three week vacation in Japan." The Immigration officer paused his reading of the file to glance at Vernon, who was now sweating profusely.

"However, your nephew didn't return with you" he pauses again "You told the Japanese authorities that your nephew would stay a few more days with some relatives, and even provided an address and a phone number".

At this point Vernon was pale as a sheet and trembling.

"A few hours ago we recieved a call from the Japanese authorities, as I'm sure you know, the address and the phone number were fake" at this point the officer pulls out a passport from the folder and throws it across the table to Vernon. "That's Harry Potter's passport, it was found on your suitcase".

Trembling hands grab the small passport "I... I don't..." but he couldn't articulate a response.

"Human trafficking and Child endangerment are serious crimes, Mr. Dursley" Vernon didn't like the sound of that. "So I ask you again, Where is Harry Potter?"

For Vernon Dursley things were definitely not going according to plan.

'Can you hear me?'

'Can you hear my voice?'

'You who can hear my voice, please lend my your strength'

'Please! Come to where I am!'

Nine year old Harry Potter was running, it had been two days since his uncle left him in the middle of an unknown city; hungry and lost he was forced to find food in garbage cans and even steal from vending machines, he had taken refuge in an alley and managed to sleep until a strange sound woke him up,and then heard the voice asking for help.

Running as fast as he could to where the voice and the sound were louder, he stopped when a man shouted something at him, turning aroud he saw it was a police officer, the man tried to talk to him but he couldn't understand a word he said, eventually the officer just took him to a the police station.

A few days later Harry Potter arrived back at London, he was placed in a foster home and eventually took his place in his own story.

The owner of the voice was helped by another person and so began her own story.

End.

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A/N: This is a response to all those crossover and non crossover Harry Potter fics where the Dursleys simply dump Harry in another country and the muggle authorities don't even ask where the other kid that left/entered the country is.

Who can guess who Harry almost meets before he's taken by the police?