Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, if I owned Harry Potter i won't be here now!

Warning(s): Nice Snape! Molly, Ginny and Dumvledore bashing! Mention of child abuse! The story turned out to be darker than I expected it to be so...you've warned!

P.S. I know I said I would delete this story, and I DID delete but after having many people (I won't mention who, let's just say freinds and some friends I've made through )

Enjoy! :)

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"Boy! Wake up!" came the scream of Vernon Dursely from outside the door of the cupboard under the stairs.

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Harry Potter woke up at the sound of his uncle's screaming that came from outside his cupboard. As he rose to a sitting position, his head suddenly bumped into the ceiling. Wait a minute what happened? He was confused for a moment, but all the events of the day before flooded through his head. Suddenly the events of yesterday were replayed in front of him, as if he were watching a movie that was being played inside his head.

"Harry come on!" came the voice of his best friend Hermione Granger from outside the Hogwarts express.

"Coming!" he replied from inside the compartment as he slowly dragged his trunk in one a hand and held the Hedwig's cage in the other.

Once outside the train Harry was met by the bone crushing hug of Mrs. Weasley, "Oh dear, are you okay? Arthur and I were so worried about you, did Black hurt you?"

"Mum, Honestly, he's fine! That was about...what, a week ago? Plus he had Pomfrey fussing over him! He doesn't need you fussing over him!" came the voice of his best friend, Ron Weasley.

"RONALD WEASLEY WATCH YOU MOUTH!" shrieked Mrs. Weasely, "If you don't want to have soap for dinner!" The scene earned several chuckles from people around them.

"I'm okay Ms. Weasley," Harry replied. "Honestly," he added, seeing the disbelieving look on her face.

"Ok then," she started, but he could tell that she was unconvinced," goodbye Harry dear, we have to go, it's getting late. We'll talk to Dumbledore, and try to take you out of there as soon as possible. If we can't, then we'll take out for the World Cup, which is not until a month from now." She said with a last bone crushing embrace, and a bid goodbye with the other Weasleys.

As soon as Mrs. Weasley left Hermione flung herself at him, "Take care of yourself, Harry," she said, her voice slightly muffled by his shirt. "See you at the World Cup, Ron said he would owl me when Mr. Weasley gets tickets." She continued as they broke apart. He had to laugh at his best friend she was like a younger version of Mrs. Weasley.

"I will, promise," Harry finally answered as his laughing ceased down. Hermione huffed, but nodded happily anyways, and with a last goodbye, she left.

With his friends now gone Harry started looking around for the Dursleys. It didn't take him long to locate them, as they were hard to miss: a bony faced woman, a small whale of a child , and a bull of an uncle. As he approached them his aunt let out a huff sticking her nose in the air which made her even uglier than normal, if possible, he thought. Once he was within his uncle's reach said uncle took him roughly by the collar of his shirt and pushed Harry in front of him.

Dudley was watching all of this silently he was scared beyond words, he would have found it funny if the freak didn't have his wand with him at the moment. "Oh once they were home," he thought.

Uncle Vernon then shoved him into the car violently, but to an observer it would have looked like Vernon was making sure he was seated comfortably and wearing the seatbelt, which was the exact opposite of what was actually happening. While muttering words that could be mistaken to have been soothing, caring words, Vernon was threatening him, saying, "Once we reach home you'll regret the day you were born…"

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The ride was uncomfortable, as usual, Vernon was sending him glares every now and then and under every glare he would shrink further into the car seat. Oh, he makes Snape look like gentleman, Harry thought sarcastically. Finally, after what felt like ages, they reached number four Privet Drive. As he entered the house dragging his trunk behind him, he turned towards the stairs to go to his bedroom or rather 'Dudley's second bedroom', he thought. His uncle suddenly grabbed from the collar of his shirt, which, of course, was one of Dudley's hand-me-downs.

"Where do you think you're going, boy?" Said uncle hissed in deadly a tone into his ear.

"My room?" Harry answered uncertainly, and he knew from the look on his uncle's face that this wasn't what he wanted to hear, but it was too late; the damage was done.

"Your room? Oh no I don't think so! Yesterday, Petunia and I decided that our Dudders needs his second room," -because one room doesn't fit his big a, he thought humorlessly despite the seriousness of the situation- "which means you're going back to the cupboard under the stairs", his uncle finished evilly.

"W-what?"

"I didn't make myself clear, did I?" His uncle stated.

Grabbing a cane that was lying nearby, Vernon landed the cane harshly on Harry's back earning him a small scream from the teenager, SMACK the cane landed again in his back, SMACK this time felt the cane on his bottom. It kept going on and on, from his bottom to his back and all the way round. This time the cane landed on his ribs causing him to yelp loudly, which, obviously, was the wrong thing to do, because the moment the yelp escaped his lips his uncle started beating him harsher than ever on his ribs causing a rather nasty sound such as the one heard when a bone is broken.

"You." SMACK." Don't." SMACK. "Make." SMACK. "Any." SMACK. "Sound!" With a last SMACK on the now broken ribs his uncle picked him up by the collar of his shirt and threw him into the cupboard under the stairs, locking the door behind him as he left. Petunia and Dudley stood by the front door all the time watching the scene with smiles on their faces.

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Inside the cupboard Harry was curled up in a ball at the corner of the cupboard silent tears running down his cheeks. What have I done to deserve this? Oh, I wish Sirius's name was cleared and he took custody of me, but why though? Why now? The beatings had stopped since I had gotten my Hogwarts letter. What's different now? He was worried about Hedwig, he could hear her hooting- " SHUT UP!", the voice of his uncle interrupted his thoughts, and though he couldn't hear Hedwig hooting anymore, he was still worried about her. With the hopes that his owl was ok, he drifted into an uneasy sleep. How wrong he was.

TBC...

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Author's note: First of all I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I want discuss the update schedule are you ok with it if update once every two weeks,for now, cuz I have the finals of the first term coming within three days so it'll slow me down for a two weeks but once there over I'll update once a week!plus I didn't forget that Sirius sent Harry a letter while he was on the train I'll explain about the next chapter,and I'd like your opinions for a matter would like Sirius to be Harry's biological father? I'm mean I always wanted Sirius to be Harry's biological father, so I'd like your opinions for the matter. If you know any COMPLETE stories in which Sirius in Harry's biological father please tell me!

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(A/N: I know I don't have any readers but I just hope that I get readers soon!