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AN: I have not written in a long time but I do plan on continuing this story. I'm not sure when I may go back to the others but I wish to continue those as well. If you have read this before I ask you to go back and read it again as all the chapters have been updated and reviewed. Thanks DragonFoxx

Welcome to My Life

Chapter 1 (Ordinary Boy)

Do you worry that you're not liked? How long till you break?

You're happy 'cause you smile, but how much can you fake? An ordinary boy.

An ordinary name. But ordinary's just not good enough today.

Our Lady Peace – Supermans Dead

(June 1st)

'Well hello everyone and welcome to my life. It's not a very good one I warn you. No not good at all. And it has recently gotten worse. I currently sit in my Uncle's car, riding 'home'. My uncle, recently threatened by my true friends, into being good to me this summer is beginning to turn red. Soon it will be more of a maroon and then turning into purple. At this stage of course will come the yelling. It happens every year. And though my friends wished to help, I have no doubt that my DEAR UNCLE snort will not follow the plan. My other problem… the 'kind and benevolent' Headmaster Dumbledore will do nothing and allow nothing to stop what is coming. No, I know in my heart that he will stop my friends from helping me, and though I know they love me dearly and I them in return, Dumbledore is strong and manipulative, a thing I have recently come to recognize and they will never know what is happening. On a side note to that fact I am slowly being able to, I don't know, read aura's I guess you could call it. Don't worry I'll explain that a bit more later. Oh look where here. Number 4 Privet Drive. How fun…'

Harry Potter, half-blood wizard, Wizarding Worlds Savior, Boy-Who-Lived, and 'known' criminal in Little Whining Surrey, England was depressed. Said young man was also currently getting his trunk out of the boot of his Uncles car before heading into the house of Number 4 Privet Drive. Harry dragged his trunk up to the front door and into the house as his uncle opened it for him. Of course the door was tightly shut when said young man was fully inside. That is also when the yelling started. Well look at that uncle Vernon was purple. Yep, loads of fun for Harry.

"What do you think you were doing having me threatened like that? You ungrateful brat. If you think I will listen to one word they said then you are dumber than you look." Vernon was mad. Harry had just gotten into the house and the door closed when he started in on him. With a punch to the gut.

Harry doubled over in pain. 'Wow, I didn't actually think it would start this soon.' He thought, but of course that wasn't the end of it. He had the whole summer to go.

"Get that blasted trunk in the cupboard and go make dinner." Apparently even as this was said Harry wasn't moving fast enough. "NOW FREAK!" Soon followed by a kick to the ankle.

Harry fell when Vernon kicked him. He hadn't even been home 5 minutes and it was already this bad. 'Shit that probably cracked my ankle if not breaking it. And I still have to do dinner and get my trunk put away. Shit, shit, shit. This is going to be a bad summer.'

After recovering from Vernon's welcome back, Harry was able to get his trunk into the cupboard he used to sleep in. Luckily he was able to keep out his wand and some parchment and ink. He was unable to effectively hide on his person anything else and with Vernon waiting for dinner he had no time to take anything upstairs. What he had would have to do for the summer. He sincerely hoped he was able to owl his friends later for food and such. He was sure not to get much this summer. Well enough stalling. It was time to get dinner made, keeping Vernon even slightly happy would help Harry.

The next hour was filled with cutting, chopping, frying, baking, boiling, and cleaning. Once dinner was done Harry went into the living room to announce it finished and ready to eat. The rest of the residents in the house came into the dining room and sat down at the table. Harry knowing he was not invited returned to the kitchen to finish the clean up and wait for the dishes to be empty. He was lucky no one had been in the room when he was cooking. This gave him a chance to eat before calling the others in for their dinner. It was likely one of the few chances he would get this summer. Finally the Dursleys were finished with dinner and retreated back into the living room. Harry finished the dishes and left the kitchen to go to his bedroom. On his way past the stairwell he noticed that the cupboard was padlocked. Great.

Harry lay on his bed contemplating his life so far. Not the best life to be sure. Living with the Dursleys was never to be a good thing. Oh well there really wasn't anything he could do about it. Dumbledore was pulling the strings, no matter how much he was coming to hate the man he was currently more powerful than Harry in many ways. He had strength of magic, experience, age, prestige, and title. He also was very manipulative and able to deceive others into believing him the kind and benevolent man.

Harry was sure that Dumbledore was a main reason that his godfather was now dead. Now don't get him wrong. Harry certainly blamed himself, Snape, Voldemort, and Beletrix, but he was sure that the Headmaster had a very large part of it as well. But with his godfather dead more control of his life had been taken from him. Taken by Dumbledore. And he was shoved back into the abusive hole know as Number 4 Privet Drive.

Harry had not been in his room long before he heard the steps start to groan as one of two heavy set people began to walk up them. He wondered what would happen now. If it was Dudley then it was likely nothing would happen. But if it was Vernon then a few different things could happen.

One, Vernon could simply lock him into his room, possibly letting him out tomorrow to do chores. Two, Vernon could enter the room and threaten Harry that if he said anything to his friends, otherwise known as 'the freaks' that he would sorely regret it. Then lock him into his room, possibly letting him out tomorrow to do chores. Or three, Vernon could come in and give him a beating for a while then threaten Harry that if he said anything to his friends, otherwise known as 'the freaks' that he would sorely regret it and lock him into his room, possibly letting him out tomorrow to do chores and likely another beating.

The door to Harry's room opened with a red faced Vernon in the door way. As he walked into the room his face seemed to get nastier. Harry having lived with the man nearly all his life knew that if he moved that anything that was to come would only be worse. Therefore he remained on the bed only sitting up when his uncle had opened the door.

Vernon walked into the small room in a small rage. Truly it could be worse, he was only at the red face stage so that was one good point in Harry's view. Well lets find out which option has been chosen for this evening shall we.

"BOY. You will write those freaks and show me all letters before they are sent. You will not say anything about what goes on here. You will have a good summer and go back to the freaks when it's done. Got that Freak?" Vernon said in a combination of grunts and yells that truly made him sound like the pig he looked like.

"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry replied. He hoped that would be all. Unfortunately it didn't look to be that way.

"Don't you Dare take that tone with me Boy!" Vernon shouted at him, a fist to the face coming so fast it was barely conceivable for a man his size. Harry was barely able to turn his face so that it wouldn't do too much damage. Of course this was not the end of it.

Harry had caught himself before he fell after that first punch but that gave an opening that Vernon couldn't ignore. Another punch soon followed the first, this time to the gut. Harry did fall off the bed with that one to curl up around his battered stomach in a fetal position. The beating continued for the next half hour. A few kicks to his legs as they covered his vital organs. Another kick to the arms covering Harry's face. Vernon then got tired of the kicks and removed his belt. The whipping went on for 15 minutes before the large man was too worn-out to continue. He turned around and walked out the door without another word. 7 locks could each be heard closing after the door shut and Harry did not move until all was quiet in the hall way.

The young wizard had not made one sound while the beating was occurring. No matter how much it hurt he would never give his uncle the pleasure of sounding out his pain. Slowly Harry uncurled from his position. His back, legs, and arms were quite red with some welts beginning to form under the cloths and some places torn and bleeding from where the belt had ripped through the clothing. His right side was the worst for this as he had been laying on his left side the whole time.

'Great. Wonderful. Just how I wanted to start my summer after Sirius… I really don't want to think about that now. I should be able to get letters out to my friends without Vernon knowing as I got my parchment earlier. I'm still not telling them about this though. No this is something I have to deal with on my own. Not like I haven't done that before. Nope they can't know about this. Boy-Who-Lived beaten by own Uncle. Nope not at all.'

Harry pulled out a piece of parchment from under the floor board where he had stashed it earlier with the inc and his wand. Pulling out the inc and a quill he had left there last year he carefully walked over to the broken desk Dudley no longer fit into and began writing a letter to Remus. He wanted to get over his grief of his godfathers death. He hoped Remus understood and would be doing the same.

Dear Professor Lupin,

I know you probably don't want to talk to me. I understand, but I need to say this. I'm sorry. It was my fault that Sirius was killed. I know I didn't physically do it. But I'm the reason he was there. I will make this short. I don't wish to bother you. I know I shouldn't be forgiven. Sirius is dead. Never coming back. Again I'm sorry. I loved him, and you. I understand that you won't want to have contact with me so this will be my only letter. Don't blame yourself, for it was my fault that he is gone. I'm sorry.

Harry

Harry looked back at what he had written. It was kind of repetitive but he wanted to make the point and though in his mind he knew that many people caused the death of his godfather, his heart blamed only himself. There was nothing else to write. He rolled up the parchment and waited for Hedwig to come. He had released her in King's Cross to come home on her own so that she wouldn't be a bother to his uncle. She was likely still hunting. Or currently flying to his window.

Harry smiled at his loyal owl. "Hey girl." He greeted her as he opened the window. "When you've rested would you take this to Professor Lupin please." Hedwig nodded and gave a small hoot as she held out her leg. Harry tied the rolled parchment onto said leg and watched as his first and most loyal friend flew back out the window and away into the night.

(first beating)

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