The Lost Son has a Son?

The Beginning

All characters other then my original characters are owned by J. K. Rowling

Sitting in his cupboard Harry thought. Thinking was one of the few things he could do freely that the Dursley's could not take away from him. The Dursleys always fed him, no matter if they left out a few days in between and the morsels were always small and most likely stale, or moldy. He was lucky if he got leftovers from the Dursley's scraps and fresh fruit and milk was a delicacy. Normally, he just stole drinks out of the tap when he was cleaning and the Dursleys were not looking.

Harry never knows how the Dursleys expect him to get all the chores done when they don't feed him properly, but he tries to get his chores done anyway because he does not want another excuse for Uncle Vernon to punish him. It seems like whatever he does, even breathing, makes Uncle Vernon angry.

"I want a family," Harry thought.

The small teen always envied his best friend Ron for his abundance of siblings and he envied both Ron's and Hermione's loving parents. He would never wish his treatment at the Dursleys on anyone, but he wants the love that only a family can give. He wanted somebody to hug him, give him praises, and tuck him in at night. He wanted to be able to have a stuffed toy that he could call his own, that was not taken from Dudley's discarded and broken things. He wanted someone to care about him for he is and not just as the Boy Who Lived.

"Should I even consider Ron and Hermione my friends anymore? Now that I think about it, they do not act like friends should," Harry pondered in his cupboard.

"Freak get up and make my Duddykins and Vernon's breakfast! Do not burn the bacon again, screeched Aunt Petunia.

Harry crawled out of his cupboard that was both a prison, but a safe space for him at the Dursleys. As he stood his back and knees popped like someone in their 60s would, rather than in the body of a regular 16-year-old.

As Harry cooked the bacon and eggs for his relatives and his stomach gurgled; used to the pain of hunger Harry hid a grimace under a blank mask. A mask he had created over the years at the Dursleys residence. His mask of indifference and his magic were some of the few things that helped him survive at the Dursleys. He plated the food he would not be able to eat and handed the food to each of his relatives. Dudley gorged his face instantly and Uncle Vernon just gave a grunt as a reply. Harry stood back with his hands behind his back like he was taught during the Dursley's breakfast waiting on his list of chores from Petunia and if he was lucky a measly breakfast

Petunia looked up once she ate most of her food and said to Harry, "Go to your cupboard and do not come out. You are being locked in until tonight, we are going to a movie with Dudley and his friends, and then are doing some shopping. We will probably get dinner out as well. You are being locked in because we do not trust you wandering the house; you might try to steal food."

Harry thought fast about where the movie theater that Petunia was talking about was. It was 5 minutes away from the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry took a deep breath and said, Aunt Petunia can you please drop me off at the Leaky Cauldron? It is the same direction as the movie theater, could you drop me off before you get there? If you let me get my trunk and Owl from Dudley's second bedroom, I can stay there all summer and then I won't bother you with my nightmares or draw attention with the owls that will with my schoolbooks this year."

Aunt Petunia's eyes crinkled at the corners and her mouth was pressed into a thin line. "Won't the old coot and the people that come check on the house know that you are gone boy?"

"Yes, they will Aunt Petunia, but you can just tell them that I ran away when you went to take everyone to the movies and that I am no longer a concern of yours. By the time they know I am gone, they will not stay around and bother you at the house and draw the neighbor's attention," Harry croaked. It felt like there was a lump in his throat.

Aunt Petunia looked at Vernon who was scowling. "What do you think Vernon, I think it is a good idea we can get the freak out of our house for the summer and possibly forever?"

"I think it is a good idea pet, he will no longer take up space in my house with his filth and freakish magic. Now, you listen here boy. You do not come back and if those damn wizards at your school find you and try to make you live with us again, you will have wished you were never born. You think what I do to punish you now is bad, but I will wring out your neck if you ever step foot into this house again. Understood boy!" At this point, Vernon's face was a shade of puce and he was out of breath.

"I understand Uncle Vernon, thank you Uncle Vernon, thank you Aunt Petunia, may I have the key, so I can get Hedwig and my trunk?"

Harry was nervous about getting Hedwig out, but at least she wouldn't be as weak as she normally was when he goes back to school because of a lack of food, water, and the ability to stretch her wings.

Aunt Petunia gave a sigh and said, "follow me boy, I will open Dudley's second bedroom for you, Vernon and I don't trust you with the key. Make it quick boy, place your things in the boot of the car, get what you need out of your cupboard, get the bird, and then wait in the car until Dudley is here with Piers Polkis. We are leaving in 30 minutes. For once, do not worry about the dishes boy and just go get your filthy things out of my house. You waste of space."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry said. Harry rushed to get all his meager items out of Dudley's second bedroom, including his prize possessions and his wand that were under a loose floorboard. He stuffed everything into his trunk, closed the lid, picked up Hedwig in her cage, looked at the room once more, and went to get the few things he cared about out of his cupboard. Harry placed his trunk and Hedwig down in the hallway for a minute and hurriedly grabbed the few items he cared about in his cupboard, like a few of Dudley's old toy soldiers, and a ratty green blanket with the words Love Mom, For my darling Harry etched in the top corner. It was one of the few things that the Dursley's were never able to tear away from him and if they did manage to throw it away, or destroy it, it always showed back up in his cupboard the next day. Also, it had an everlasting warming and cooling charm on it. It helped him in the depths of winter when the Dursley's did not give him a blanket and in the summer when the air conditioning in the Dursley's house could not properly filter into his small cupboard. Harry looked around his cupboard one more time and saw the writing on the wall, in a 5-year-old Harry's handwriting, Harry's Room. With a grim smile, harry shut the door on his prison and safe haven for all his life, stuffed the rest of his belongings in his trunk, and went to wait in the car. He put his trunk and the cage in the boot of the car because he already let Hedwig out, he did not want her in the back seat with him, Dudley, and Piers. Harry was already squished in as it was and he wanted Hedwig to stretch her wings, also this way Dudley couldn't complain to his parents about the bird nipping and barking at him, when he poked her cage, something he had done in past car rides when dropping off Harry at Kings Cross.

Harry sat in the car, waiting for everyone else to get into the car and was thinking through his complex emotions. He was finally getting out of the Dursley's. He did not let it show from years of hiding his emotions, but no matter how hard he tried, it still hurt when the Dursley's talked about him like a piece of gum on their shoe. Sometimes he did believe maybe the Dursley's were right and maybe he was a burden, but he also knew that this was not how families were supposed to treat their loved ones. At this moment, harry missed his parent's so much. With this feeling in mind, all Harry could do was think, "I wonder if someone would ever love me like Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon love Dudley?"

Unbeknown to Harry, he would soon be found by those that loved him.