I own nothing it all belongs to some horribly rich woman up north somewhere, I'm just playing around with her magnificent creations.

Before I begin, I'm not a plagiarist, I've read thousands of fanfics over the years, and this is my first attempt, so should anything look familiar, I didn't intentionally steal anything from anybody else.

By the way this is unbetaed so all spelling or grammer mistakes are mine.

Chapter 1

Smallest Bedroom

Harry,

Make sure you owl Professor Dumbledore if you have any more dreams about You-Know-Who or any scar pains. Try and listen to the Professor this summer and stay out of trouble, you don't need another Dementor incident.

Oh make sure you do all of your homework, and don't bother to reply or owl Ron or myself, Dumbledore has told us that you are not to send, or receive any owl after this one, as a safety precaution.

Ron and I will see you on the train as Dumbledore says you will be staying with your relatives this summer, and you're not to leave the house for any reason, so Mrs Weasley will be getting your stuff and Ron will give them to you when we see you. Have a nice summer.

Hermione

When he was done he crumpled the note and hurled it across the room.

"That know it all bossy bitch! Who the fuck does she think she is?! "Make sure you listen to Dumbledore" Not even so much as a how are you. Some fucking friend."

'Fuck this, I need some air' he thought as he made his way out of the house.

Living Room

"Oh Vernon, I don't know what's wrong with him. Something happened at that school I'm telling you." A tall, thin, horse-like woman turned to a whale of a man and whimpered.

"I don't know what to do pet. He just sits upstairs in his room and doesn't move, except to go to the toilet. I wonder what upset him so much to make him storm out like that?" Answered Vernon

"Do you think we should check his room? I know we always said we wouldn't interfere with anything from that world unless he asked for help, but this is too much!"

"Now Petunia dear calm down. If it will make you feel better, we'll have a look and see if those lot have written anything to upset him. Okay?"

"Thank you dear. I just don't know what could have happened or been said to make him act like this. He's always been so strong."

"Come on then pet let's see what's up there and get back out before he comes back. God knows what will happen if he found us in there snooping around in his stuff."

With that the elder Dursleys ascended the stairs to they're nephews room and began to look around.

The Park

Harry had been walking around aimlessly for a few minutes until his feet took him to the park. He sat on one of the swings trying not to think of what Hermiones letter had brought into his mind.

'What if he was just a pawn, a tool for Dumbledore? How did he even know if that prophecy was real? Or even about him? Or whether or not it was fulfilled already? After all he only had Dumbledores word on these matters.'

Still these thoughts seemed to pale into comparison with the latest thought. 'Were Ron and Hermione really his friends? Or put there by Dumbledore?'

If he really thought about it, he had to admit that it all seemed a bit convenient that the Weasleys should be walking around kings cross station, talking at the top of their lungs about muggles, and platform nine and three quarters.

Then there was meeting Hermione on the train, and how we landed up saving her from the troll. How was it that we landed up looking for her, and not telling a teacher anyway? Then she covers for me and Ron and its instant friends.

No wonder I've never made any other friends. You would think with being famous, I would have people clamouring to be my friend, but with a bossy know it all on one side and a short tempered, jealous prat on the other it's a wonder I've been able to so much as speak to anyone else.

I wonder what they might have said to the others to keep them away? Well whatever it was I'm really glad it didn't seem to work on Luna and Neville.

Of course! Luna and Neville would tell me what the prats said to them if I told them everything that happened.

He got off the swing and headed home feeling a little bit better about things.

Smallest bedroom

About fifteen minutes later Vernon heard something which almost gave him a heart attack.

"That little bitch!" came the voice of a very irate Petunia Dursley.

"What is it pet?"

"Read this and tell me this wouldn't upset you if you were depressed."

As he read through the letter his face went through several different shades from red to purple.

"How dare she! Even I know those dementy things weren't the boys fault! And no matter what I've said about the boy in the past he saved Dudley, and I know he doesn't go looking for trouble. It just finds him at the worst times." Said the beefy man while pacing around the room.

"What are you doing in my room?" asks Harry.

When Petunia turned around and he could see the letter from Hermione in her hand, and his hold on his anger slipped.

"Oh Harry. We've just been so worried about you. You're not yourself. You're not sneaking to the kitchen at night to eat and get food and drink for Hedwig, or taking the newspapers from the living room for Hedwigs cage. We were trying to find out why you suddenly stormed out when you pretty much haven't moved since you got here."

Harry was so shocked his anger evaporated.

"You were worried about me? And what do mean sneaking to the kitchen for food for me and Hedwig?" At this Harry went red with embarrassment and shame.

"Harry didn't you ever wonder why yours and Hedwigs favourite foods were always right at the front of the cupboards? Or why there was always a jug of fresh cool water next to the sink? Or even why your door was never actually locked despite all the locks on the outside?"

Now poor Harry was speechless with shock. He'd had no idea that they were doing any of this for him. Ever. Then his mind clicked on something and he grabbed at it for dear life.

"What do you mean my door was never locked?"

"Did you ever actually try to open your door after that first day? Well except at night? Didn't that spark you're curiosity?"

"Wait so you mean to tell me that the whole summer after my first year I could have just opened my door and walked downstairs? That there was no need for me to starve myself by giving Hedwig pretty much all of my food?"

"What do you mean starve yourself? What do mean giving Hedwig all of your food? What about all of those meals you refused?" Petunia asked.

"What do you mean meals? All I got was half a cold can of soup every other day."

"WHAT! I remember bringing a few of those meals up and then Dudley offered to......" Vernon trailed off wearily.

"Dudley offered to what dear?" Petunias voice was trembling as she asked, fearing the answer she knew was coming.

"He offered to bring the meals up to Harry and make sure that he wasn't locked in." He answered almost silently.

"Wait a minute..." Harry broke in.

"So you're telling me that Dudley was the one starving me during that summer while he stuffed his fat face and kept me locked up!" His vision was swept away in a sea of red as he was hit by wave after wave of burning rage.

"Harry James Potter! You will calm down right now or so help me god I'll throw away your birthday cake!" Petunia said in a deadly calm voice which instantly snapped him out of his rage.

"Birthday cake?" he squeaked.

"Of course Harry. It's the strangest thing. Every year since you came here, I remember starting to bake you a cake for your birthday, but the next thing I can remember after putting it in the oven was sitting in the living room. I'd check the date on the news paper or TV and it would always be 2 or 3 days later. I never understood why that kept happening."

Vernon broke in and added, "Yes I always remembering going to the shops to try and find something nice for Harry. Some colourful books or toy cars or motorbikes, you always loved those", here he looked towards Harry with a wistful grin, "but then out of nowhere this rage would hit me and I would come out of it a few days later. It was always worse around your birthday and I have no idea who or what was doing it."

"Well it sounds like a curse or a cursed item. I'll have to owl a friend but I'm not sure how to get an owl out of here without being noticed by anyone who may be watching."

"Well that's easy. All you have to do is let her out first thing in the morning but don't tie the letter to her leg, tie it to her back but low and comfortable enough that she'll be able to fly."

"Um ok I'll send a letter off to my friend and see what he says but I'm going to go to bed now so how about we talk again tomorrow? I think I should have a reply by then. Um goodnight"

"Goodnight Harry and don't forget pop tarts are in the second cupboard on the left" Petunia said with a wink as she left and closed the door quietly behind her and her husband.

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