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Chapter One:

Harry whimpered in the darkness of the barren cellar. Cold and in pain, Harry clutched to that to urge his senses to come back on line so he may arouse fully. It didn't work. The pain only added to his exhaustion and he fell back into the depths of his dreams.

Six days earlier, Harry had gotten off of the Hogwarts Express a graduated Wizard. Voldemort had been defeated only a few months prior and everyone was still rejoicing and praising his name. He hated how he had to still stay with his muggle relatives for the summer, but it was at the request of Dumbledore. A few powerful rogue Death Eater's were still hiding about. So he did as a dutiful member of the Order would, and followed the request of his ex-Headmaster. Before he met with his muggle relatives on the platform. He waved goodbye to his friends and placed last minute hugs all around. Mrs. Weasley walked him over to his Aunt and Uncle who were standing there in obvious distaste of the situation.

"If you know what's good for you, you will feed this child three meals a day and let his owl out to hunt every night or you shall be dealing with the business side of my wand, muggle!" Molly Weasley, no small woman, shook her finger in Petunia's and Vernon's faces and then gave Harry a kiss on the cheek and walked back to her family.

Harry followed his relatives to the taxi waiting for them. His trunk already shrunken within his jacket pocket, made traveling easier. Hedwig would be along shortly, having flown to Headquarters with a letter to Remus setting up a weekly schedule of check ins. They made their way "home" in silence. Once there, his Uncle closed the door with such a force that it made the windows shake and a picture fall from the wall.

"HOW DARE SHE! THREATEN ME? THAT FILTHY FREAK OF A WOMAN! SO MANY CHILDREN, MUST BE A FLOOSY!" Uncle Vernon roared and rambled on. He finally set his sights on Harry. He grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him down the hall.

"Well I will show them! They can't order me around!" Vernon chuckled madly.

"Stop! Leave me alone!" Harry struggled, trying to force himself from Vernon's grip as he was pulled painfully down the stairs to the cellar. He made to grab his wand from his pocket and almost had it until his Uncle slammed his body against the far wall, hitting his head. He landed motionless with a thud.

"You ungrateful runt! You told them lies did you? We treated you just fine! Were we ever given compensation for the extra mouth they gave us to feed? Didn't we give you Dudley's old things to keep you presentable to our guests? You freak! You and those freaks can burn in hell! You should all die!" He pointed a finger at Harry. "YOU WILL DIE!" Vernon cackled now. He had finally lost it.

Harry tried to lift himself up and reach for his wand again but as soon as Vernon saw movement he pounced. First it was a kick in the gut which made Harry loose his breath. Then it was a blow to his head again. He could feel the blood trickling down his face. He tried to curl into a ball and block the hits from the heavy man but his Uncle proceeded to pick him up and slam him against the wall and other miscellaneous materials that were stored there.

After what seemed hours, Harry passed out from the pain and blood loss.

On the Seventh Day…

The six days before, Vernon had come downstairs like clockwork. Usually right after dinner. Harry was not given food or water, just more beatings. He wondered if the Order would come once his letter from Hedwig didn't show up on the seventh day.

Harry, in and out of consciousness, listened to the sounds of the house. He heard heavy steps above him. He cringed as the door opened. His body immediately tensed and he nearly cried out in pain as his muscles spasmed from his wounds. He closed his eyes and awaited the beating….that never came. He started as he felt a touch on his shoulder.

"Please…no more…." Harry moaned hoarsely.

"No, no more Mr. Potter. You'll be ok. We are here now."

Harry painstakingly tried opening his eyes and was met with the face of one Alastor Moody, before his vision blurred and he was lying in the dark once more.

AUTHOR NOTE:

So, I have been meaning to do a story that focus' on Harry himself. Yes, this will be an obvious AU story. Also, please discontinue reading this if you do not enjoy reading pairings dealing in SLASH (male/male) or (Fem/Fem). There will also be HET (female/male) couples along side of the main pairing. I do not know when I will be updating, so, be sure to bookmark this and check back periodically. Reviews are ALWAYS welcome. If they are FLAMES, well, the readers and I who enjoy this story will have a good laugh.

Note to Loyal Readers

I am not abandoning my other various stories, I just haven't decided where I want them to go next.

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