Welcome! This is a story from the potter children's 3rd person point of view, if that makes sense... In this Harry abuses his wife and children, the teachers at Hogwarts try to help, but can't! Harry, Ginny and probably a few others will be O.O.C! This was the first FanFic I uploaded but I didn't know how to format it properly so I took it down and am now reposting it.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTERSOR ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT!


Chapter 1


James and Albus huddled in front of their little sister, trying desperately to shield her. Lily whimpered as she huddled into James's side. she was only four.

Their father had been drinking again, and Mummy had been knocked unconscious with a sharp blow across the head with one of Daddy's beer bottles. As the oldest, James had been trying to calm him down, but the eight year old had only managed to enrage his father more.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE SAVED THIS BLOODY WORLD, SO THAT IGNORANT LITTLE TWERPS LIKE YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIVE IN FEAR? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HAVE SACRIFICED?"

At this point the children had backed into the corner, cowering from their approaching father.

"YOU SEE THAT PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A MOTHER?" Harry yelled pointing at his wife, who lay unconscious on the black slate floor, a pool of blood slowly spreading from a cut in her head, "I OWN HER, I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT TO HER BECAUSE SHE IS MINE. NOW I DID NOT SAVE THIS WORLD FROM VOLDE-FRICKING-MORT SO THAT MY EIGHT YEAR OLD SON COULD LECTURE ME ON HOW TO TREAT MY BELONGINGS! SHE'S USELESS! WHAT KIND OF MOTHER IS SHE IF SHE CAN'T EVEN PROTECT HER OWN CHILDREN FROM ME?"

And with that, he made a grab at James who fought as hard as he could, but to no avail. Harry dragged him from the corner, lifting him just off the ground before he threw him onto the cold hard floor next to his bleeding mother. Harry then dragged him to his feet before knocking him down with a hard punch to the jaw.

At this, Albus and Lily shot their brother a pleading look. James caught their eye and mouthed, 'go.' They hesitated, hovering on the edge of fleeing and staying. James clearly grew more desperately, silently yelling, 'go NOW!'


They shuffled out of the room, trying to avoid attracting their father's attention. When they reached the dark hallway they turned and ran, tiny feet pattering on the cold stone. They could still hear their brother's cries as their father continued to beat him relentlessly. They fled, no longer caring if they crashed into that vase Grandma Molly had sent when Mummy was still allowed to visit. Down the darkened passage they flew, not stopping until they reached the door with the cracked paint.

They pulled and pulled on the door, but it was stuck, and they could hear their father yelling for them, "ALBUS, LILY, GET YOUR UNGRATEFULL ASSES DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR YOU'LL REGRET IT!"

This only spurred them on, and they pulled even harder on the door. They could hear him stomping up the stairs, his footsteps slow and menacing. Harry turned the corner and spotted them desperately trying to yank the door open. It lead to the attic where they could hide in the hollow space behind the panelling. James had discovered it when he had been playing up there when he was four, before Daddy started drinking. It was the favoured hiding spot for the Potter children, and they weren't sure if their father even knew it was there. But the door wouldn't open and it was failing them and their father was approaching, closer and closer and they could feel his breath on the back of their necks-

Then he made a grab for Lily.