A/N: I know its not very good and kinda short but hell this is my first story. So please forgive me. This will be slash btw.


Harry pushed his magic into the lock on his cupboard door. He had been thrown in earlier today for bleeding all over the nice clean floor. The reason why he was bleeding lay on his Uncle Vernon's very wide shoulders. Apparently, it was a very bad idea to stare at his uncle's sides as they wiggled when he sat down. This was news to Harry.

He paused before he opened the door to make sure they were all asleep. He heard nothing so he cautiously opened the door. It may have been foolish but he needed the food. He hadn't eaten all week and he had almost passed out doing his chores today. He crawled out and tip-toed to the kitchen only to stumble into a chair. The loud screech froze his movement. He listened for the sound of his uncle getting up for a full minute before moving again.

He grabbed a can of old chili and turned to go back to his cupboard when the lights flashed on. His uncle stood there, his face an ugly puce color, his hand clenched around a belt.

"BOY! Stealing food again? You ungrateful little whelp! I'll teach you." He yelled. Harry backed away, still holding the can, his face terrified.

"I'm s-sorry, sir. I was just hungry. Please, I-I didn't mean it!" Harry managed to stutter out. His uncle came toward him wrapping the studded belt around his fist. Harry hoped, it would only be a beating this time.

His uncle swung and swung and wouldn't stop. But every time Harry got up when he got knocked down, he was strong like that. He didn't fight back though he could've. His uncle was tiring out now and not a moment too soon. Harry almost blacked out. His uncles last punch sent him through the glass door and the last thing Harry felt was the glass digging into his back.


He groaned as he woke, his back screaming in pain. He lay there for a second cataloging his injuries. His back was cut up and he could still feel the glass. He startled as dust fluttered down into his face. He heard quick, quiet footsteps and then a knock at his door.

"Harry! Are you okay?" His cousin whispered. Since Hagrid had given him a pigs tail, Dudley had done a complete turnaround. It was like his eyes were opened for the first time and he saw. He was angered at what he saw.

His cousin had lost a lot of weight, but he would never be considered skinny. He was muscular though. He and Dudley had taken martial arts classes. Harry may look scrawny but he was deadly. Dudley was as well.

His back groaning pain Harry sat up and leant against the door. He wanted to ask his cousins advice on whether or not to go back to Hogwarts. Its not like he had any friends their anymore. Ron and Hermione had slowly, but surely quit talking to him after he had talked in Parseltongue during the Dueling Club Fiasco. It had all came to a head when Ron had accused him of taking Ginny into the Chamber and petrifying Hermione. He had saved Ginny, but Ron still bothered him. Hermione and Ron didn't hang together anymore. Harry had ben the glue keeping them together and when he left they drifted apart. Things had gotten better when he had befriended the twins in his Fourth year when the school turned on him again. Cedric had died and Voldemort had come back.

His Fifth year had been his worst year yet. He had had to stay part of the summer with the twins and their family. That would have been fine, if Ron had left him alone. Ron had followed him around calling him names and starting fights. Umbridge made him do line with a blood quill and Sirius had died. He had been torn up about it, but he and Remus had gotten drunk and talked everything out. He still felt guilty, but he didn't think Sirius would want him to feel like that. The twins had dropped out that year. He had no reason to go back. Dudley thought he should.


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