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When breakfast was done and the table cleared, Harry was left to figure out what he wanted to do for the rest of the day.

Chapter Three:

The next day Harry was happy. Yesterday Harry turned four he ate until he was stuffed. With no chores to busy himself with Harry played with some toys that he saved from the trash. Three G. I. Joes, one was missing various body parts while the other two were missing their legs. Harry turned into a doctor, there were people who need help; he replaced their legs with little sticks that he found outside earlier that day. The third one was harder as he was missing his arms and head, replacing the arms were easy Harry used some broken crayons. The missing head was harder; Harry searched the house until he finally found a marble and some gum in Dudley's second bedroom.

As Harry stared at his toys he wished really hard that the toys were no longer broken, wishing so hard Harry squeezed his eyes shut really really tight. Whispering to himself 'I wish my toys were all better.' When Harry opened his eyes there three perfectly looking G. I. Joes were standing all green, two had hand guns and the other had a grenade. There were no sticks, no crayons, no marbles or gum to be found in Harry's little cubby. Harry then let out a soft eep. "It's just like Magic!" Harry whispered, before he picked up his toys and played the day away.

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Yet as Harry walked to the restroom dread was like fog seeping into the area surrounding him.

"BOY… Kitchen… Now." Uncle Vernon yelled each word at the top of his lungs taking seconds between each word to regain the breath he uttered while yelling.

At the moment as Harry walked into the kitchen Harry's magic kicked in. Harry continued into the kitchen looking for his Uncle. Looking around Harry found him sitting at the table with food in front of him but his Uncle was not eating yet his mouth was moving, while Harry was looking for his Uncle he noticed the telly was playing Tom & Jerry, Harry's cousin was sitting on the couch breathing heavily as if he had just ran a marathon, unlikely, Harry's Aunt was in the garden watching the sunrise her shoulders jerking slightly as if she were crying. As Harry turned back to his Uncle Harry could see his mouth was still moving and his face was a bright purple; his lips were moving extremely fast. 'How come I can't hear him?' Harry wondered absentmindedly. Then as if nothing had happened Harry could hear his Uncle screaming his head off.

"How dare you just stand there you ungrateful piece of trash. I should have taken you to the landfill the moment we found you placed on our doorstep. But no Petunia said we can raise you right and you would not be freaky. But no I tried to raise you right and what do you do, you piece of trash, you're going to wish you were never born when I'm done with you." Vernon screamed as he advanced towards Harry.

Before Harry could move Uncle Vernon was on him; arms swinging feet kicking, punches landing on little shoulders, arms, back and legs. Vernon was doing as he promised, he was going to beat the freak to death then take him to the landfill like he wanted to the first time he saw him. The pain was so unbearable, bones breaking, wounds reopening, seeping pus and blood along with a soft shimmering substance.

"Finally I'm able to beat the freakiness from you Boy. I just might keep you, might have to do this a couple more time but Boy, I just might to do it.

Finally the pain scorching him was beyond endurable he started to black out Harry whispered softly.

"Daddy Help Me…"

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Hundred miles away in a castle near a lake in Scotland, in his dungeon quarters laid a man, peacefully, dreaming of his true love and the life he could have lived with her. If not for Dumbledore, the meddling old fool who had him sign up for the Dark Lord's 'Death Eater's'. When the castle vibrated so hard dust between the bricks filled the room coking the man awake in his bed. After a few minutes the castle stopped shaking when a tremendously loud voice rang around the castle.

"DADDY HELP ME"