School trips to avengers compound and tower

Harry has lived most of his life being horribly abused, but no one ever believes him. They think he likes the attention. One train ride changes that, and his perspective of a longtime foe...or are they an unlikely ally? AU/AR WARNING!!!: Reader discretion is advised. Contains dark themes such as extreme depression, and attempted suicide. I recommend mature audiences, for content and language. This is my first fic, feedback is welcome :)

It had been almost three years. Three years of being tortured every single day by dementors, three years since that agonising walk into his best friends house knowing exactly what he was going to find and yet still praying he wouldn't, three years since he held his best friend in his arms and prayed to any forces out there to just please bring him back, that he would do anything, anything at all. It had been almost three years since he had been abandoned by everyone he held dear. The only thought that kept sirius even slightly sane was that of his godson and his trusting, smiling face. So what happens when sirius finally gets his trial? When sirius gets freed only to find out his godson had been abandoned by the magical world and sent to live at Lily's sisters to 'protect him'. What happens when he finds out that they have been abusing baby Harry? Abusing him in disturbing ways. Will he still have a friendship with dumbledore? With anyone? DISCLAIMER!! I do NOT own any of the characters in this book obviously, j.k Rowling does, also I'm going to try and upload every single day!! Let me know what you think about this book and how it should go. Thankyou guys!!

Abused three years old harry potter is rescued by his godfathers. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that right is reserved for J.K. Rowling Also, I am in need of prompts, so please leave some in the comments and I'll see what I can do, thanks!

Little Harry Potter at just seven years old has never been loved. Abused by those he calls family, Harry spends endless nights in his cupboard wondering if it will ever get better, never daring to hope. Until someone comes knocking at the door....