No matter how much I would love to own this the only thing I can make a legal claim to is the story line. Kudos to the wonderful writer (J.K Rowelling) That came up with these names and people and world. Thanks for sharing them with us and letting all of us come up with different interpretations of what might have happened if we had written these books

Harry sat in his room quietly his door was locked shut and he was quietly looking at the picture he had gotten three years back. He heard a lock unlock and he threw the picture under his pillow trying to hide it. The next few locks came undone much quicker. "YOU WORTHLESS MONGROL! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT CAN YOU? YOU BLOODY BURNT THE DINNER TO A CRISP AGAIN! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT US TO DO NOW?"

Harry looked calmly at the whale that came bursting through his door. "Well my generous beneficiary you could fall victim to the most thing that the silly Americans are falling for and going out to eat something. Or maybe you could call a pizza restaurant and have them deliver your food. Of course I don't think they could deliver in thirty minutes or less if you order to much food. And then with the apparent crisps I made then you could just send it up here so I can eat." Harry smiled as kindly as he could manage. It was a simple tactic. Act kindly and always be nice that way Vernon had no reason to hit him. That didn't mean he would but it would be slightly less violent if he had been kind.

Vernon looked at his sister in law's child "You can come down and do all that." Vernon turned around and left the door open. After a few minutes the steps creaked and Harry stood up.

"Did I escape a beating? Did I manage not to get beaten to a bloody lump? What happened to Vernon?" Harry went downstairs and picked up the phone. He called the closest pizza restaurant and ordered as many pizza's as the Dursely's could eat. It was then that Harry noticed the TV wasn't on. He looked over and saw Vernon on the couch alone Petunia was no where to be seen and Dudley wasn't here either. Harry thought for a moment before he walked over to his uncle. "Uncle V what's wrong? Where are Aunt Petunia and Dudley?"

Vernon looked at Harry as his eyes watered up "Dudley is in jail. Petunia left me blaming me for all of this." Vernon suddenly looked up. Connections in his mind being placed together al leading to the conclusion harry feared. "POTTER! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! M-m-my Sweet petunia left me because you turned Dudley into a criminal!" Harry turned and began to run down the hall. If he had left earlier he might have made it to his room but almost as soon as he left the main room Vernon was on him full force and weight behind every single punch. Harry blacked out after the third hit connected with his head.

Harry woke up suddenly laying in the hallway. There was a small puddle of blood on the ground underneath him. He stood up slowly and went through the hall to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. There was a small cut on his lip that untreated had caused all that bleeding while he had been unconscious. Harry looked at the rest of himself noticing small bruises and nicks. He would survive as long as he played it safely. He looked around noticing finally that he hadn't seen Vernon yet. He went back into the hall and walked around. Assuming that he had gone out he went back to his room and laid down. He hadn't even begun to sleep when he heard on a knock on his door. "Harry? Are you in here?"

Harry sat up "Yes. Who is it?"

The door opened a crack and a familiar curly brown hair could be seen "It's Hermione. Where have you been?" Hermione ran in and hugged harry powerfully. Harry looked at her and smiled It the hallway soaking in my own blood unconscious."

Hermione made a gagging sound "That's nasty Harry. Why were you like that?"

Harry laughed. "Well it was actually a funny story. You see Petunia left him and Dudley is in jail. Now he is out somewhere doing something."

Hermione looked at harry sadly "You need to get out of here. You can come stay with my family. We have an extra room and we can house you."

Harry nodded his head then thought for a second then shook it "No. I'm going to the Black estate. I need to be there it is the only other safe place that I can stay. Also that is where the order meets so if they need me they can find me."

Hermione sighed at him "Harry. It's not the best idea. Dumbledore. He has been hiding things from you. Have you gotten an letters from either Ron or I?" Harry shook his head "Exactly! There is no way that Ron and I wouldn't write to our best friend. He was worried that you were dead and that was why You never wrote back." Harry laughed "We were worried that ugly V got to you."

"Like that old bag could get me. I run to quickly and Dumbledore would come and save me."

"Harry you don't get it. Dumbledore isn't on your side. He isn't trying to help you your just a tool in his game. To him your nothing more than a pawn. And he would sacrifice you for a more powerful piece any day."

"No. No. NO!" Harry turned away from Hermione and looked out the window. "Your lying. Dumbledore is trying to help me. He wants to." Hermione shook her head at him "He saved me and he-he-"

"Harry just give it up. He just wanted to win. He wants to beat Voldemort at any cost."

Harry looked at Hermione tears forming in his eyes. "No. please Hermione tell me your joking. I've got to be dreaming" Hermione just shook her head sadly and pulled harry into a close hug. There were some cracks outside as people apparated into the area. Harry jumped and looked around his room grabbing the closest weapon he could. He ended up with a cricket bat in his hand as two pairs of foot steps crept up the stairs to his room. "Hermione! How did you get here?" Harry turned around just as Bellatrix jumped at him. He could feel the pressure of several knifes at his stomach as he stood there. "What the-" He felt Bellatrix's hand cover his mouth effectively gagging him. He stood there for a while as the other groups safely checked around the house they had obviously found the blood stin and were looking for bodies. He waited patiently listening to Bellatrix talk to herself quietly behind him.
Harry felt her hand pull away "Stay quiet you little prat and you'll survive"
Harry almost laughed "I won't survive long with you imbeciles anyways. You hardly know how to take care of your hair I doubt you would be able to take care of another human person." Bellatrix screamed and tossed Harry into the wall effectively knocking him out cold again. That was about when the door blew open revealing Tonks and Remus. The ensuing battle was short and ended when Bellatrix jumped out the window and ran off apparating as soon as she could to get away. Remus and Tonks grabbed Harry and ran out of the house apparating as soon as they could back to the Black manor.

Harry's mind floated in and out of reality. He could feel the familiar pull of death reaching out for him to join his family. Harry pulled back trying to go against the pull of death and the push of life. He found himself stuck in limbo unable to work it out. Harry looked around. The void seemed as plane as usual not much to see but darkness and a small light in the distance. Life seemed less likely to keep him over death so after a while he gave up and let death wrap it's cold fingers around him and pull him under.