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Prologue
Harry Potter was a freak. well at least that was what his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon call him and encourage his cousin Duddley to bully and call him degrading names. Leading to games such as Harry Hunting and the newest crazy that even uncle Vernon likes to play, beat the freak. Which apparently takes place in dark alleys in foreign country's after being caught being an ungrateful freak of nature.
Harry sat watching out the window of the hotel room in Los Angeles, California. Where the Dursleys had decided to go on holiday, after Duddley had begged to go somewhere that every movie stars has ever been to. And Aunt Petunia unable to say no to her spoiled idiotic son managed to convenience her husband, a huge whale of a man, to take them to L.A for their annul summer Holiday. They had planned to leave their freak of a nephew at home. So that he would be unable to spoil the trip, but they had not been able to secure a sitter and while they didn't care what happened to him they didn't want the freak to destroy their home if they left him there by himself for the two weeks they were gone. So they reluctantly brought Harry with them. And now as he sits watching the Dursleys get into a Cab so that would take to them dinner, and leave him alone for the evening. He couldn't be more grateful. To finally have a chance to tend to the wounds of Uncle Vernon last beating. This time because he got tired of being called stuiped at school when he new he was smarter then all the other children. But when he proved by getting the best grades in the entire class, even though Uncle Vernon told him to never get good grades, that he didn't deserve them. Uncle Vernon had claimed that he was using his freakishness to get better grades then Dudley and promised him minum food for the week, after allthey still needed him to do the house work for them. And at least one beating every week for the entire summer. Which started three days ago and he has already had six beatings.
'Stuiped Uncle Vernon was actually right, I am a freak.' that Harry as he turned his attention to the rapidly healing bruises on his arms and chest. Sighing Harry stood from the window sill only to plop done to the floor crosslegged. Focusing on his breathing Harry tried to meditate like he had read in an old book about a Monk that would help anyone worthy and in need that Duddley had thowen out. As he was focusing deep into being he felt for the force inside of him that he has been trying to reach since he first started to meditate at the beginning of the school year.
As he felt himself get closer to the force the drew him like moth to a flame. He failed to notice several things first of which was that he had started to rise off the ground, next the heavy footsteps in the hallway, and finially the door slamung open to reveal his Uncle Vernon standing in the open doorway, his face a deep purple and the veins popping.
"BOY!" Vernon screamed breaking Harry concentration, and storming over the thresh hold as Harry feel to the floor with a loud thump. Vernon grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him out of the room and into the car that the Dursleys had rented. Thoughing Harry into the back seat, Vernon went speeding down the rode towered the darker more abandoned parts of the city. Were no one would notice the screams a child in the night.