A/N: Rawr! Welcome to my firstest Harry Potter fanfic! This takes place after the Prisoner of Azkaban and that's when I started writing this fanfic. So... that was before I read the Goblet of Fire and... yeah. But, that I read it... I found THINGS that run differently. But remember, this is my version of what's happening. A'ighty? Hawesome. Yeah, you can complain about things if you'd like. I don't mind. I'll know how it turns out. (thumbs up)

Noo... this has no pairings. Simple straight, and possibly, an adorable story. (thumbs up)

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to mee... 'cept this Sirius plushie. (hugs)

Experience With Me
Chapter One

Special Delivery

As the month of July was slowly passing by, Harry had been cooped up in the hot room upstairs. He wasn't allowed to go outside (even out of his room) if his uncle and aunt told him so. Most of the time, Harry would rest his chin on the windowsill and watch them eating barbeque and play ball outside with their son, Dudley. Of course, he would never sulk about it forever since he had his pet owl, Hedwig, to play with and to keep him company. The only time the Dursley's would ever let Harry out of the house is to take out the garbage, clean the yard, or dry the laundry. At least they were nice enough to let him out once in a while.

It was in the middle of the afternoon when Harry received a letter from his godfather, Sirius Black. After the little event back in Hogwarts, they've been keeping touch via delivery owl every day. Harry had been constantly asking when it was all right to move in with him (of course not in a rude manner). And as usual, Sirius would reply with a 'really soon, I promise'. He still hadn't mentioned where he was currently residing, most likely not risking his letter accidentally landing in the wrong hands again.

Hedwig screeched softly as Harry carefully placed her inside the cage. The boy swung around to his small bed and sat down, opening the letter from Sirius.

Dear Harry,

Thank you for the letters. I enjoyed reading them. It's nice that we're keeping in touch every now and then. And, like I mentioned in all of my letters, really soon, I promise.

Harry chuckled softly at the last sentence. Sirius was probably tired of hearing him repeat the same things over and over, but it never seemed to bother him at all. After a short pause and loud talking from Uncle Vernon downstairs, Harry continued reading.

So, your birthday is already here… the 31st of this month, right? Wow, tomorrow already. I will surely send you something special. You can count on that. Just make sure you send Hedwig to me since I obviously don't own an owl myself. In the meantime, take care of yourself… and make sure Mr. And Mrs. Dumb-Dumb and their little Dumbette don't keep you from smiling and laughing.

Write back soon!

Sirius

A small smile spread across Harry's face. He loved the new nickname Sirius gave to the Dursley's, but if they ever found out, they'd explode with rage. He shifted over to the loose floorboard where he kept his schoolwork and other letters from his godfather and gently placed the new letter inside. After shutting it tightly, he grabbed a piece of paper and pen from under his pillow and lied on the floor. After a couple of clicking noises from his pen, he began his letter to Sirius.

But, before he could even write 'Dear', his door swung open, revealing a rather red faced Uncle Vernon. His beady eyes shifted towards the floor where he spotted his nephew trying his best to hide the paper and pencil. The pudgy man smiled rather unpleasantly as he tugged Harry by the collar so that he could stand up.

"Writing letters again, I see?" he said right into the boy's face.

Harry grunted as his uncle finally released his grip.

"I-I wasn't-"

"ENOUGH! I know you've been sending out that annoying bird of yours every single friggin' day! It's making so much noise, I can't even hear myself think!"

Harry stopped himself from retorting and just nodded instead. That seemed to make a wide grin appear on Vernon's face.

"I've got it," he brushed past Harry and rubbed his hands together as he stopped in front of Hedwig's cage. Hedwig began screeching in terror, wondering if the mean monster would just go away. "How about I just stuff this owl in with the rest of your junk!"

"No!" Harry yelped blocking Vernon's view of his owl. "You said I could let Hedwig stretch her wings!"

But that wasn't a good enough excuse for Uncle Vernon. He grabbed the cage so ferociously Hedwig couldn't help but peck her small beak at the pudgy fingers. That made Vernon release his grip and allowing Harry to catch the cage before plummeting towards the ground.

At that point, Uncle Vernon was furious. He tugged Harry (with Hedwig wrapped in his arms) out of the room and out into the backyard (which was a total mess filled with Dudley's toys) where the blazing sun was at its worst. Uncle Vernon pointed his finger at his nephew and told him that he was not permitted back inside without cleaning the yard. And with that, he slammed the back door shut, making Hedwig screech in terror. Harry gently stroked the poor owl's back then headed towards the shed.

A few minutes have rolled by and Uncle Vernon was still steamed over what happened earlier. His wife, Petunia, and their son, Dudley, were trying their best to calm him down. Nothing seemed to be working at first until Dudley pointed out something.

"Why don't we just dump his magic things out in the trash without him knowing it?"

His father's eyes widened at that moment. Why didn't he think of that in the first place? Harry was nothing without his spell books and magic wand. Then he'd have to follow his uncle's orders without thinking of threatening him at all. But then he pondered about something first. He hated to admit it, but the boy was indeed very clever. He'd probably suspect them the minute he returned from his cleaning duties.

A devilish grin suddenly appeared on Uncle Vernon's face. But, what if he were to do it right under his nose…?

After neatly putting Dudley's toys away, the lawnmower roared loudly as Harry pushed it across the lawn very carefully. If he were to make even the slightest swerve off course, the Dursley's would surely lose their temper. They liked to keep everything straight and perfect.

An hour had passed and the lawn looked good as new. It was getting quite dark and a little chilly, but Harry decided to stay outside for a while. Now that the hot sun was out of the way, he needed to cool down a bit. Harry allowed Hedwig out of her cage and she began to fly around, hooting with glee.

Suddenly, a large truck pulled up in the driveway. Harry leaned against the fence to read the words, 'Dumping Company' in fancy bold print. Why would they need someone else to throw their garbage away? (since Harry did it for them) Harry wondered about that for a while until Uncle Vernon came out with two large bags that looked ready to explode. That was when he noticed something fishy. One of the bags had a handle sticking out from the top… similar looking to his broomstick, The Firebolt.

Harry gasped. They couldn't have…

Just when he bolted through the fence, Dudley popped out of nowhere, trying to keep him from moving.

"What are they throwing away?" Harry asked sharply. His eyes fixed upon Dudley's beady ones.

"Oh, just junk that we decided that needed to be thrown away."

"What junk are you talking about?"

Aunt Petunia suddenly came running out, pulling her son out of Harry's way.

"Why! How dare you speak to my boy like that!"

Right after the truck had left, a loud screech sounded off in the backyard. Harry turned sharply to find Uncle Vernon wrestling Hedwig into her cage. Without thinking, Harry lunged forward, grabbing the cage over his uncle's shoulder. Vernon growled loudly and pulled his nephew off of him. He grinned in front of his face and said,

"You won't be needing this thing anymore."

The boy tried to reach for the cage but was pulled to the ground by Dudley. He laid his foot against Harry's chest with so much force, Harry couldn't move around.

"Where will you be sending that thing?" Aunt Petunia asked with much interest.

"Well, how about we send it to a zoo, aye?" Vernon replied as he rubbed his chin gently.

Aunt Petunia nodded her head. "Agreed."

"NO!" Harry grunted. Dudley added more force onto his foot. "Don't! She belongs to me!"

Uncle Vernon leaned down and tapped his finger hard on Harry's forehead. "Well, now it belongs to the zoo!"

With that said, Dudley finally released his foot and followed his parents inside. Harry quickly got up to his feet and ran through the fence into the front yard. He stared down the road where the truck drove off. It was nowhere to be seen.

He bolted through the backdoor and looked around for Hedwig. There was a distant screeching noise and a car door closing loudly. Harry ran into the living room where he spotted the Dursley's driving off with Hedwig in the backseat with Dudley.

That night was the worst for Harry. Now that he didn't have any of his magic supplies, the Dursley's felt that they can do anything they wanted. There was no owl to bother them, no unnecessary noises from upstairs, nothing at all. They even let Harry come down to dinner, knowing he must felt awful. He was practically a walking entertainment system for them. As Harry slowly nibbled on his rather bitter tasting corn on the cob, Uncle Vernon sighed loudly with a grand smile planted on his face.

"Now, isn't this great? I feel like a thousand weights have been lifted from my shoulders."

Aunt Petunia and Dudley agreed with the same smile on their faces. Harry on the other hand didn't bother to look up. He knew that they would just start insulting him every waking second.

It took one whole hour until the Dursley's finally left the table. Harry wasn't allowed to leave until everything was clean from the table. As he was sweeping up Dudley's mess, his limbs felt a little weaker. Harry had no idea that his uncle would do such a thing (despite the fact that he's a jerk-off). Now, he had nothing… Nothing except…

The boy gasped and quickly cleaned the kitchen and bolted right up the stairs. Luckily everyone had already gone to bed. He burst through his bedroom door and opened the loose floorboard. A loud sigh of relief escaped from his mouth, thanking god his letters were still in tact. He frowned and carefully took Sirius' letters out and read each one by one. His face started to feel hot and he could feel his lips trembling each time he read a new letter. The one thing he ever wanted was to get out of the Dursley's and live somewhere where he was free to do anything he pleased. But… how was that even possible? Especially at the situation he was in now?

For the rest of the night, he continued reading the letters. He kept checking the clock if it was midnight or not. His fourteenth birthday was just fifteen minutes away now. A smiled appeared on his face before it faded away slowly. But, he wouldn't have Hedwig or anyone else celebrating it with him. Now he was definitely alone for this birthday.

He watched as his digital clock finally read twelve o' clock. Harry smiled slightly and patted himself on the shoulder.

"Happy Birthday, Harry," he whispered to himself.

Just then, a loud tap on his window broke the silence of the room. Harry turned around and spotted Hedwig flapping her wings around. A wide smile appeared on his face as he let her inside. The owl nibbled gently on the boy's ear and hooted softly.

"Hedwig!" he whispered loudly. "I'm so glad to see you! Gee, I'd forgotten that you're the most smartest owl out there."

Hedwig replied with a soft hoot and another nibble to the ear.

That's when Harry realized there was a small note inside the owl's claws. He gently took it out and smoothened it out on the floor. His eyes scanned the note for a moment then let out a gasp. He stood up, his eyes completed wide, and looked out the window as the note floated to the ground.

I found Hedwig not too far from my place. She looked kind of spooked. What happened? There wasn't a letter attached to her. Is everything all right? I've had enough with what the Dursley's have been doing to you. I'm going to come over tomorrow and bring you to my place, whether they like it or not.

Sirius

A/N: End of chapter one! Wafluh! Please excuse my lack of... abusive powers of the Dursley's. It's been a while since I wrote very mean people and... yeah. They could have been more mean... but I couldn't do that to poor Harry. (cry)Welp! I already have chapter 2 done, but just to make sure, I wanna know if people want me to continue. Either way, I'll still post up chapters. Hope you liked and please tell me how you thought of it!