Harry POV
The man who was approaching the house turned to me and said
"Hello kid, what is your name? Where are your parents?"
Upon being asked about my parents a sudden wave of sadness passed through me as i have no memory of them expect the memory of the green flash where the women who was protecting me is someone I presumed to be my mom. Whenever I asked uncle or aunt about my parents, they would always get angry especially my aunt, they would always beat me whenever I asked about them. I remembered, once I asked them about my parents when they were in a happy mood, they told me that they were drunkards and they died at a car crash. As I remembered that I turned towards the sir who asked me the question and replied to him
"Huh, my name is Harry Potter sir. My parents died in a car crash after they were completely drunk 6 years ago."
As I replied to him he seems surprised and at the same time confused. He asked me questioningly with a face if disbelief.
"So, kid you are saying you are Harry Potter and your parents died in a car crash"
Not understanding why he looked at me liked that I nodded at him and said "Yes sir"
After examining for a while, he said to me "So kid can I ask you what are you doing here or I will have to take you to the ministry so they can return you to your home."
Upon hearing that he will return me to home I was terrified at aspect of going back to that hellhole. I never want to return to return to that home. I do to be beaten just for existing. I do not want to play harry hunt again. I do not want to be called freak again. Therefore I looked toward him and said
"Sir, please anything but home. I do not want be beaten again for my existence. Please do not throw me into that hellhole sir. I do not know how I got here sir. I was laying in my bed and then I am here. It was all to sudden sir. I know it is hard to believe sir but please, I wil do anything sir. I know how to cook, how to clean, if you need anything I am ready to learn it sir. Anything but that place." As I was replying my voice started to stutter and I started crying.
Edward POV
As I was hearing his declaration I felt a sudden wave of sadness pass through me. I started to think what should a 6 year old kid suffer to say what he said, how did the people in his home treat him to say for him say something like this. I was no longer thinking this kid lied or this kid was not thinking he is lying because to say something like that with such amount of sadness at such age is not possible and about the suddenly appearing part it can be accidental magic. The urge to escape from his home might have activated his magic to teleport him here, if so then the his home must be more terrifying than I am imagining, as apparition is a very complex branch of magic and for something like that to happen as accidental magic at such a young age. Understanding what was happening I got curious about what happen to the hero of Magical Britain. I talked to him
"Alright I won't report you to the ministry but tell me what happened in your home so I can help you"
Harry POV
As I heard that he will no longer report me to authorities I a wave of relief wash over me and I told him what happened, how I was made to cook, clean, do laundry, how they beat me, how they never gave me food to fill my stomach even they I cooked them, abut harry hunt. How I only knew my name in nursery when they called my name over as they only called me freak. As I was explaining this I saw how his face contorted to expression of sadness to anger. After my explanation his face turned to that of a pure anger which terrified me as it was a expression that I only saw on the face of uncle Vernon when I asked him about my parents and my name for first time of the first day of nursery, and I started regreting saying all that stuff afraid that he will also beat me like uncle Vernon.
Edward POV
After hearing how the hero of Magical Britain was treated I was extremely angry as I was also a victim of he-who-must-not-be-named and his gang of death eaters as I was a muggle born. I still remember the day when I was crucioed by death eaters, they would have killed that day if not the news of his death spread and arouras started raids on his bases and rescued me. Even if harry does not know how he helped me, he is still my saviour.
As I was thinking this, I saw how he looked at me. I know that look, a very familiar look. The look of someone PTSD, seeing that look I understood my angry face must have triggered some memories in him. So I controlled my expression and said to him with kindest face I can and pulled my wand and used a spell on him to calm his emotions. The spell works like calming draught a spell I created to help myself whenever I remembered those traumatic experiences. I never expected to use it on a kid never on 6 year old especially not Harry Potter.
"Do not worry, they will not treat you like that anymore. I will help you please trust me but I have to take you back there please understand."
Harry POV
His scary face suddenly changed and he said to me with kindest expression I had ever seen and he suddenly pulled a stick and muttered something and waved it in my direction, and I felt a sense of calm I never felt.
"Do not worry, they will not treat you like that anymore. I will help you please trust me but I have to take you back there please understand"
When I heard that my heart shattered at the thought of going back there.
I did not understand why I had to go back. He said he will help me, how is it helping me if you are going to send me back to that hell again. Why did he say something like that, for the first time I felt like there is someone who is crueler than those bastards in my home