Harry sat back against the headboard of his bed waiting for the sun to rise.
He looked like he was deeply immersed in the book he was reading. Lately he had been trying not to think about all the terrible things that had happened in the past 5 years and the things that were sure to come.
Harry had not slept much since his godfather pasted away. He hadn't spoken much either of what happened unless he was required to he usually didn't speak at all about it.
It was a wonder he could do anything Hedwig thought. Worried over her master's behavior she cocked her head to the side and gave a small hoot.
She flew over to him and landed on his shoulder nuzzling his cheek.
"Hey Hedwig, how you doing girl," Harry asked softly?
Hedwig cooed softly in reply.
"Yeah, I know I should sleep but I can't you know that".
She cocked her head to the side and gave him a look too intelligent for an animal of her species.
"Hey" Harry said indignantly!!
"You remember what happens if I fall asleep and have a vision or a nightmare.
I'll wake Vernon and I'll be working all day with no food or drink and who knows what else."
Hedwig gave a soft who, who, in reply and flew over to her cage and nestled down for a nap.
Harry sighed and looked at the clock. 1:28 A.M. 8 more hours before he had to go down stairs and make breakfast, 8 more hours before the beginning of the day. Harry thought tiredly, 8 more hours before his own personal hell began.
He got up and walked over to his trunk and pulled out his potions homework the only thing he had left to do and he was actually good at doing it and was very good at it when people didn't try to sabotage him and Snape wasn't bothering him.
Harry sat down with his homework and potions book, standard potions 6th year.
He opened the book took up his quill, ink and parchment and got started. He needed 5 inches for his essay.
So Harry started looking up various miscellaneous items until at last he was finished. He had a little over 5 inches. Most of which described ingredients and how they combined differently and reacted together.
Done Harry looked at the clock 4:30 A.M. Good he still had time to clean up, read and have a couple of cigarettes before he had to make breakfast.
Harry grabbed his cigarettes off the end desk and pulled one out and reached into his black baggy jeans for his blue skull-headed lighter that had fake diamond eyes.
"Ah." He sighed as he smoked his cigarette and began to take care of his home work and change into new clothes.
He changed into a wife beater shirt that was black with a red Chinese dragon on the back and a silk button up dress shirt on and left the shirt open and a pair of baggy black pants with blue trim and a old oval sized cross hung around his neck along with two blood red earrings in one ear and two dark blue tear shaped earrings in the other ear.
As Harry worked on cleaning his room he turned on some Metallic music and finished cleaning then he grabbed his book.
Harry looked at the clock when the alarm went off at 9'o clock and set the book he had been reading down. Turned off the alarm cheeked his page number before he set the book he had been reading down again, The Crow. Harry grabbed his glass of coke and headed down stairs to clean the dishes before he got started making breakfast.
Later Harry's aunt came down stairs and told him to "get the paper," in a slightly snappish voice as she sat down at the table with a cup of coffee and a cigarette.
"Alright Aunt Petunia" Harry replied.
"Do you need more cigarettes before you go up town to look for a job again?" asked his Aunt.
"Yeah," Harry called as he came back in with the paper and handed it to her. She nodded ok.
Uncle Vernon and Dudley came in and sat down at the table waiting for breakfast, minutes after Harry got the paper.
"Hurry up boy!! Where's our breakfast." Vernon growled angrily.
"It will be done in a minute Uncle. Harry said in a monotone voice.
Already used to his Uncle's not so suitable threats.
"Good make it quick then!!" Uncle Vernon growled
Muttering to him self about raging, red faced, fat Uncle, Harry began to set the table for breakfast.
"What did you just say" yelled his Uncle? Who had obviously heard him whispering to himself.
"Um…I said I am going to look for a job today again?" Harry said as if it was a question and not a statement.
"Well it's about freaking time you can stop mooching off us and pay for your own damn food and clothes."
"I am sick and tired of you leaching off of my family." Vernon stated angrily while slamming his fists on the table and spilling coffee and orange juice.
He was already in a rant about how worthless he was and "freaks" but Harry made himself not listen to his Uncles mad rant.
Instead Harry thought about all the different things he could get in muggle London and made the mistake of smiling at the thoughts of what he could buy and do.
"What are you smiling at boy!? Think its funny I was fired from my job do you hmm!?" Roared his Uncle who was now red in the face and breathing hard.
"Well I'll teach you," Snarled Uncle Vernon as he stood up abruptly from the table knocking his chair over and causing Dudley to spill his orange juice again only this time in his lap.
Harry gulped. Shit now he was really in trouble. Harry thought just as a huge sweaty fist connected with his face.
Harry dropped the plate and fell to the ground and hit his head on the broken plate that he had dropped when his Uncle hit him and felt a sharp pain in his temple where a piece of glass from the broken plate had got wedged in his temple.
Harry put his hand to his temple and swore loudly. "Mother Fucker Son of a Damn Bitch" Harry said violently as Blood slowly started making a sickly dark red puddle around him.
As Harry stood up he almost fell back to the floor from loss of blood. His Aunt Petunia rushed over and glared at Vernon who spluttered and opened his mouth like a gapping fish until finally he spoke.
"Petunia, get away from him he got what he deserved."
Vernon trailed off at the look from his wife.
"How dare you hit a child like that!!" Petunia snarled.
"But petunia, darling, honey he's……" Vernon stopped and looks around as if someone might hear then looked back at his wife. "He's one of "them." He deserves it for what he's done to us."
"I told you before Vernon we could work him to death, starve him, and yell at him. But the minute you even laid a finger on him was the minute I would make you regret it as much as I despise this "boy" and his supposed "parents" I hate physical child abuse more."
"Well. So. You're going to side with him then. Huh. Well. We will just see about that" he yelled and stormed out of the kitchen slamming the door on his way out.
Petunia glared at the door where Vernon had left and sighed.
She let Harry lay on the floor as she went and grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink while Harry was passed out in a puddle of his own blood which no one seemed to notice was smoking and letting off an odd, blooop sound as it bubbled up.
But Petunia had not noticed this and turned around, Vernon was back and with several lengths of rope. He had a wild look in his eyes and she was almost sure the rope was for her nephew which made her livid with rage. "Now see here Vernon you'll not be putting that rope on him." "You hear me" she yelled furiously while shaking her hand at him in a manor that you would to a small child.
Dudley who had been too shocked by what his Dad had done and said hadn't move tell he came back with the rope.
"Dad" said Dudley in a quavering voice that shook weather from fear or anger it was uncertain as he started standing up in front of his mum and nephew. "What are you doing with that rope"? Dudley asked in a quite deep voice.
"Stand aside Dudley. That Mother of yours needs to be tied up so we can teach that "freak" a lesson." Vernon said with a nasty glint in his eyes it wasn't until then that both Dudley and Petunia spotted the gun hanging from his belt loop. Petunia look like she didn't know whether to be scared or angry that Vernon had the gun and after a second of spluttering simply passed out cold next to Harry on the floor in the growing puddle of smoking and bubbling blood from Harry's temple.
"Dad you can't hurt Mum" Dudley said standing in front of his Mum and nephew protectively.
"Dudley, move I am not going to hurt her or you just that "Freak" as soon as he's gone everything will be perfect, you can even help me bury him in the back yard." Vernon Said while slowly walking towards Dudley and the people he was standing in front of.
"No Dad you can't do that I won't let you" Dudley said holding his fists up.
"What?" Vernon snarled, now angrier than before. "Step aside now Dudley I don't want to have to hurt you."
"No Dad stay away from us!" Dudley yelled.
"Fine you will have to be punished too then" Vernon snarled while reaching to pull out his gun.
Dudley thinking quickly charged his Father and knocked him to the ground sending the gun flying through the air and as it landed it shot a bullet hitting the light on the ceiling and sending glass everywhere.
Dudley grabbed the frying pan off the table as his Dad stood up and whacked him with the frying pan knocking him out.
Dudley quickly turned to his Mum and kneeled down beside her and shook her awake.
Petunia looked around in a daze taking in her surroundings before spotting Vernon and the fallen gun and glass before falling back down and passing out again.
"Shit now what do I do"? Dudley asked himself looking around the kitchen and finally his eyes landed on his nephew Harry and the now smoking puddle of blood that had started to make a screeching noise.
"What the Fuck" Dudley said as Harry's blood began to boil and give off an eerie blood red glow. Slowly the light from the puddle of blood got brighter and brighter until he couldn't see and then there was a flash of light and Vernon Dursley and Harry Potter were gone along with all the blood from Harry.
Then there were several loud Cracks before Severus Snape and Albus along with Lupin, Mad-eye, Tonks, and Mr. Weasley.
"Where is Harry?! Where is my Son!?" Severus Snape yelled glaring furiously at Dudley and the still unconscious Petunia while pointing his wand at Dudley.
There were several loud gasps and one loud thud!, at the new information that Harry was Severus's son.
Mr. Weasley spluttered "Now see here Albus what is Severus talking about we all thought that Harry was Lilly and James son. So how can this be? He asked now very confused.
Severus turned away from the now shaking Dudley and his passed out Mum to look at Albus. "You! You said he would be Safe here that this would be Safe! Severus yelled furiously torn between grief and rage while shaking his hand at Albus slowly lowering his wand and himself to the ground.
"Now, Now Severus I am sure there is an explanation for his sudden disappearance. Right my boy" Said Albus turning to Dudley.
Dudley nodded his head as he said "it was the blood, the blood from Harry's head" Dudley said in a quavering voice.
Severus's head shot up at hearing this and Albus looked gravely at his companions. There was quick muttering and the swish of a wand and Dudley promptly passed out.
"Everyone be very careful I am going to take the memory of what just happened hear and play it for you all to see from this boy" Albus nodded gravely to Severus before starting to chant and wave his wand soon they had seen everything that had played out to Harry that day through the eyes of Dudley.
Vernon who had been unconscious slowly started to become aware of his surroundings. He groaned as he sat up slowly and rubbed his head where his son had hit him with the frying pan.
Slowly his beady his swiveled around the room he was in. "Where the Fuck am I" Vernon yelled loudly only to here his own voice echo back at him. "I bet that "freak" had something to do with this!" Vernon said to himself before he began cursing the boy out.
"Speaking of that Fucking Damn "Freak" where is he?" "He's going to suffer for this bit of magic I'll flay his damn skin off" Vernon yelled.
Soon Vernon became aware of whispering. Thinking they could help he yelled out to them. "Hey somebody help me!" Vernon cried thinking they would be sympathetic to him and help him out of this strange place.
"No relation to the master, we can not help you, have harmed our master you must suffer for your actions." They said at the same time in a monotone voice, and then Vernon noticed something funny about the supposed people that now approached him. Vernon couldn't tell what it was until the last minute... they had Fangs! Was Vernon Dursleys last thought as they all sunk there teeth into him and the last thing he new before he died was pain.
They flung Vernon's dead body to the ground then turned to one another. "Darin go check on the Master make sure he is well and has eaten… now that his body has fully matured and expected his mothers blood he is bound to be very hungry please see to him at once and get him anything he needs we need to teach him very soon but… be careful what you say I am not sure how much he knows or if he knows anything about himself or us," Said Aura.
"Yes my lady Aura I will do so now and make sure he has everything he needs," Said Darin in a smooth voice as he bowed his head towards Aura as his long silky black hair fell around his shoulders.
Harry groaned and rolled over; he had a splitting headache and his teeth and back was hurting him. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked around at his surroundings. He was laying in a comfortable king sized bed with the blood red curtains drawn closed around him and silky black blankets. "That's strange where am I" Harry asked himself as he sat up and rubbed his head. He slowly reached over and pulled the curtains aside to reveal a master sized bedroom. On his left was a nightstand and a glass of something red and a picture of a women with flowing black hair that had light waves running through it and pale skin, almost blood red lips and his strikingly green eyes and she had a graceful willowy looking body and was very slender and on the floor next to it was a empty bucket. On his right was a desk and a chair with a high back and red velvety cushion. Above the desk was a giant map with different areas in varying shades of colors a reference to what each color represented.
"Hope the room is to your liking" said a voice from the entrance to his room.
"It is a beautiful room," Harry paused. "But who are you and what happened where am I?"