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Chapter 1

The black headed boy stood silently staring at his large blonde cousin and his even larger uncle. The two blondes were glaring at the small twelve-year-old. The boy's bony aunt sat stiffly in the passenger seat of the car with her eyes focused forward.

"Get in the car, Harry" the boy's uncle snapped. He practically spat the last word.

"Yes Uncle Vernon" said Harry as he quickly climbed into the vehicle followed by his cousin. As soon as the boys were in the car, Vernon climbed in the driver's seat and started the car. Without a word, the four headed back home.

Knowing any conversation would not involve him; Harry looked toward the window and saw his own frightened reflection. Emerald green eyes watched from behind a fringe that hid his forehead. One hand reached up and brushed gently against the lightening bolt scar. Harry sighed softly before he covered the scar with the fringe once more and went back to staring into an ever darkening field. For a second he thought he saw a black flutter but it was gone too quickly to be sure.

Harry slowly closed his eyes and placed his forehead on the glass, considering telling his only living relatives he had almost died several times. But listening to them grumble because he had lived was not what he needed. So instead he allowed the memories of the last year flow.

The sight of Mrs. Norris hanging from her tail with words of blood near-by, using Polyjuice potion to look like Crabbe and Goyle, the diary that would prove be destructive. His best friend Hermione laying petrified in the hospital wing, running from Aragog's large spider family and finally when he stood in the Chamber of Secrets, Ginny lay unmoving at his feet, the Basilisk was moving in for the kill and there stood Tom Riddle the cause of all of the problems.

Harry slowly opened his eyes and wiped away tears. Tom Riddle, or Lord Voldemort, was the very reason Harry was riding with his aunt and uncle. For Harry was no just an ordinary twelve-year-old. He was Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived and he was the bane of Voldemort's existence. When Harry was barely a year old, Voldemort destroyed both James and Lily Potter, leaving Harry orphaned. But when Voldemort attacked young Harry, the curse rebounded upon Voldemort himself destroying his mortal body. Harry was then placed in the care of his aunt and uncle, far from his own kind for Harry Potter is a wizard, currently a wizard-in-training. He had just finished his second year at Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But everything was about to change.

Vernon Dursley glanced in the rear-view mirror and finally spoke as they pulled into the driveway of number four Privet Drive.

"Dudley, I want you to go inside and go to your room. I have to talk to the freak. Boy," here he turned his piggy eyes on Harry. "You will stand in the living room with your things and wait for me. Both of you go."

Dudley grinned over his fat shoulder at his cousin. Quickly he reached over and slammed his arm against Harry, shoving him backward against the far door. Harry gave a grunt of pain but said nothing, the pain was nothing new.

Tired of his game, Dudley climbed out of the car and sauntered toward the house reminding Harry forcefully of his school nemeses Draco Malfoy. Shaking his head to clear it, Harry climbed out of the car and promptly had his ear pulled by Vernon Dursley.

"Were you just shaking your head at Dudley, boy?"

"No, Uncle Vernon! My ears were ringing."

Vernon nodded and slapped Harry upside the head, giving his ears another reason to ring.

"Don't yell at me. Take your things in the house, quick before the neighbors see!"

Harry moved quickly toward the trunk of the car and gathered his trunk and grabbed Hedwig's cage out of the back seat. The snowy white owl clicked her beak before turning her amber eyes on Vernon.

"I know Hedwig" Harry whispered. "But it is just for a little while. Soon we will be back at school."

Hedwig clicked her beak lightly before she settled on her perch. Seeing that his familiar had settled down, Harry moving as fast as he could drug his trunk to the house door. But Harry wasn't fast enough to miss his Aunt Petunia's words.

"Don't kill him Vernon."

Harry forced his emotions to calm as he continued inside the house and placed his trunk in the middle of the living room. He quickly ran through all the spells he knew and realized to his horror that he knew no spell that could protect him.

'I can protect myself against evil dark lords bent on destruction. I can even defeat Basilisk and young dark lords bent on resurrection. But when a MUGGLE attacks bent on my life, I'm powerless.'

Harry could feel the rage build up but he quickly pushed the emotion back down. Here he was not Harry Potter Gryffindor golden boy, savior of the wizard world. Here he was simply freak, a useless unwanted burden whose aunt took in out of the kindness of her heart. Harry dropped her head to his chest and closed his eyes forcing back tears.

Vernon Dursley stomped in the living room ready to yell at the boy. The child had obviously forgotten his place and had to be retaught. The sight before him when he walked into the living room caused his words to die in his throat. The boy stood in the middle of the room with his head lowered causing his black hair to fall into the tanned face. Deep emerald eyes sparkled with unshed tears as his hands fell to his sides.

Vernon continued to stare at the boy before he remembered another time when the boy stood just that. So many years ago, when the boy was still to young to be useful

The four-year-old boy stumbled forward weakly clutching his stomach. His porcelain skin was even paler as he heaved. Dark emerald green eyes spilled his tears as he stood weakly in the living room. His head dropped down and he wept lightly as his arms fell to his sides. He knew he was in trouble for the mess he had made across the living room.

Vernon moved his eyes up and down his nephew. A slow smile edged its way across his fat face.

"Freak" he snapped. Instantly Harry's head jerked up and he focused on the evil smile his uncle wore.

"Yes Uncle Vernon?"

"We have allowed you to attend that-that school" Vernon sneered. "For two years now. We will no longer allow this. We will squash this freakiness out of you yet. My only regret is allowing this training to happen to begin with."

Harry paled causing his skin to go almost white. Vernon smirked watching the terror that raced across his nephew's face. Just a few weeks in the cupboard would bring the porcelain quality back to the boy's skin.

"There is a way, freak. A way for us to allow you to return to the freak school." There was a hopeful look in Harry's eyes before Vernon continued speaking, "You will everything we tell you to. You will remain in your cupboard until I come and get you. And don't even think of threatening us with your freakiness. We have been too good to you. Treating you like an actual member of the family. But no more freak. We will rid you of your freakiness. Until then you are not allowed to speak, look at or interact with any of my family without permission. Have I made myself clear?"

Harry nodded without looking up; this was a worse situation than before. At least before he started school he was allowed to look up to make sure they-.

Pow! Harry flew to the ground from Vernon's meaty right hand. He gave a yelp of pain and made to curl up against himself.

"Don't make a sound, boy!" Vernon yelled then he continued the assault.

Harry was drug to his feet and blows rained down upon his face and chest. One heavy blow slammed against his nose breaking his nose and glasses, shattering glass down Harry's face. He fell to the ground, his body no longer able to stand and soon kicks were slamming against him, one cracking his pelvis bone causing him to scream in pain.

"Don't make a sound!" Vernon screamed as he slammed his foot down hard on Harry's ribs. A sickening crunch could be heard before Harry started coughing up blood. Instantly Vernon pulled away from the bloody twelve-year-old.

"Go to your cupboard, boy."

In a haze of pain, Harry began a slow drag across the floor, moving by memory and coughing up blood every other breath. Finally he reached the door of his cupboard and Vernon opened the door before throwing Hedwig and Harry's trunk inside.

"Keep that bird quiet."

Harry drug himself forward and pulled himself up on his bed. Vernon slammed the door and from the locking sounds, Harry knew he was going to be in there a while. So, while his magic worked to fix most of the damage, he slept.

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