Insane

Harry sat in his cupboard, with his bloodied knees pulled up to his chest. Just five minutes ago his uncle Vernon had beat him for being alive, again. This usually happened every other day.

Harry's uncle, a large, beefy man with hardly any neck, had light brown hair and watery blue eyes. The rest of what Harry knew about him was that he worked for a company called Grunnings and has dinner parties every other night.

Harry also had an aunt and a cousin. His aunt Petunia had short blond hair and the neck of a giraffe. Every Sunday she went shopping for cocktail dresses.

His cousin Dudley took after his Dad in the body build and eyes, but he had his mothers hair color. His aunt said Dudley looked like a baby doll, but Harry thought he looked like a fat hag in a wig.

"Freak!" He could hear his aunt's voice coming from the kitchen. He knew that he should get up and answer her, but his bruises hurt too much.

Murderer

"What do you mean I can't have my godson!" Sirius said, seething in anger. How dare he!

Sirius's grey eyes flashed dangerously. Normally Sirius had kind grey eyes and neat, black, shoulder-length hair, but now his eyes were crazy and his hair in a mess. No one would believe this, but just last year he was in the wizarding prison called Azkaban. He had been in prison because he had been accused of murder. Fortunately his best friend, Remus Lupin, had found the real culprit.

An old man stood in front of him as calmer as could be with his blue eyes twinkling through his half-moon glasses and his white beard tucked into his belt.

"Sirius," the old man said, "you have to understand that this is for his safety."

Suddenly one of Dumbledore's knick-knacks went off. Immediately both men were on their feet.

"What does that mean?" Sirius asked.

The old man shook his head. "No time to explain. Follow me!"

Startled, Sirius grabbed his wand.

"Sirius, quickly, the wards." Dumbledore ran towards his fireplace, grabbing some green powder from a flower pot.

"Arabella Figg, Number 7 Privet Drive!" Dumbledore shouted, throwing the powder into the flames and then stepping into the now green flames.

Sirius repeated the action, not exactly sure what was happening.

Seventh

Ginny Weasley woke up from her afternoon nap, not sure what was happening, but with a bad feeling in her stomach. She looked around her room, taking in her atmosphere. The walls were a soft pink, her closet was open to reveal all her clothes and toys, and the bed on which she was sitting had blue sheets and bronze colored pillows.

As she got up and walked toward the bathroom, some steps creaked. Finally she reached the bathroom, her bare feet touching the cold, tiled floor. Slowly she creeped to the mirror to look at her reflection. Her waist-length red hair was a mess, and her freckles littered her face. Her brown eyes looked tired, even though she felt wide awake.

She heard footsteps and turned around. Thankfully it was her mother.

Her mum's name was Molly Weasley, and she used to be a healer at St. Mungo's. Her mother was a plump woman, with frizzy red hair and kind brown eyes, but if she is angered she can become quite terrifying.

"Ginny, you're supposed to be in bed," her mum tells her. Ginny looked down, her hair falling in her face.

"Sorry, mum. I just feel a little sick," she heard herself say. Her stomach really did hurt.

Her mother frowned and put the back of her hand to Ginny's forehead. Ginny felt the cool hand and sighed in relief.

"All the more reason for you to be in bed." Her mum takes Ginny's hand and leads her to the kitchen.

Insane

Uncle Vernon, red-faced and drunk, opened the door to Harry's cupboard. Uh-oh, Harry thought, wrapping his arms around himself.

"You know what, brat? You've been a burden on my family for far too long. It's time to get rid of you," Vernon said, slurring his words a little.

Harry whimpered, staring wide-eyed at his drunk uncle, his raven black hair falling into his face. He was too scared to move, to scared to call for help. He felt his small body being pulled out of his cupboard. Closing his eyes, he felt his mass being pulled up the stairs. Clunk, Clunk, Clunk...

Water was running in the tub, steaming water that could give someone third-degree burns. His eyes snapped open with the realisation that his uncle was going to put Harry's head in the water. His uncle was going to drown him.

Harry was thrown to the floor. Vernon grabbed some pills from the cabinet.

"Open wide, freak!" his uncle said, forcing his mouth open and putting the pills into his mouth. He felt the pills go down his throat, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Suddenly he felt his throat closing; he was choking!

He tried to stand up, but Vernon pushed him down. He felt a blow to his head, then to his stomach, then to many other places.

In one swift movement Vernon yanked Harry's hair and threw him into the tub. Fat hands held him down. Two minutes later he knew no more.

Murderer

Sirius appeared in another fireplace. Stepping out of the green fire, he brushed the soot off his pants. He followed Dumbledore to the Dursleys' house. Sirius crinkled his nose in distaste. Every single house in the neighborhood looked the same. Dumbledore knocked on the door, they waited a few minutes, and then a woman answered the door.

"Who are you?" the woman asked, looking strangely familiar.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I'm here to see Harry Potter," Dumbledore stated. Sirius's eyes widened. They were going to see his godson.

The woman's eyes got bigger. Wait, he thought, she couldn't be... Dumbledore can't be that stupid.

"Sorry, there is no Harry Potter living at this address," She said stiffly, but he could tell she was lying.

"Are you Petunia Dursley?" Sirius asked. Harry can't live here, he thought, Petunia hated Lily.

"Yes, and why do you need to know?" Her nose was scrunched up in disgust.

Sirius felt angry at Dumbledore. He had said Harry would be safe.

"Mrs. Dursley, five years ago I put Harry Potter in your care," Dumbledore said calmly.

She froze in the doorway, legs shaking. Dumbledore took that time to brush past her and go into the house, with Sirius following after him.

Seventh

Ginny sat on a stool in the Weasleys' kitchen, waiting for her mother to give her a potion. Sitting on the stool, her legs started hurting, and then her back felt like she was being pulled up the stairs.

With her back arching, she screamed. Her mum ran back into the kitchen to see what was happening. Ginny put her hands to her throat. She couldn't breathe. Her head hurt so much, and then, with an imaginary punch to the belly, she fell off the stool, sobbing.

It felt like someone was pulling her hair, then it felt like she was drowning, and then her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Murderer

Sirius stood in the doorway, too shocked to move. His godson was being held down by an obese man. Dumbledore pushed past him, running towards Harry.

"Harry!" Dumbledore cried out. "I'm so sorry!"

The fat muggle turned around, looking startled. "Sirssssss, this issss not what you think it iss," the muggle slurred.

Sirius found the courage to say, "Well, it looks like you are trying to drown him."

"Noooo, I'm giving him a bath," The muggle lied.

Reaching for his wand, Sirius muttered, "Stupefy," and the muggle slumped to the ground.

Moving the muggle from the bath tub, Sirius kneeled before the prone little boy, looking at him. His raven hair was wet. Picking up the small figure he felt a pulse, and, sighing in relief, he said, "Dumbledore, I am going to take care of my godson. You will hear from me when he is better." With that Sirius Black left.

End Chapter

Hi Guys, Alex here! Now I know what you all are thinking. Why do you have another story? The answer is... I was bored! Hope you all like it! Hopefully I will update once a month.

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