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Chapter 1: This Is What I Come Home To, This Is My Nightmare

Thomas Bemrose hammered on a pitch black door, a scowling Harry flung it open revealing a room from your nightmares. Harry absolutely loathed coming home, this was the first time in months that he had stayed at Thomas's house. Since there was nothing to stay here for, his sisters were at school and Thomas wasn't worth it, Harry avoided home as much as he could. He spent time at friend's homes and work, occasionally staying the night at Petunia and Vernon's house. The elder wizard frowned and drunkenly hauled the teenager out the door, ignoring ruffled hair, glares in icy emerald eyes.. A slurred voice with a southern accent broke Harry from his internal monologue.

"Why ain't my breakfast ready yet shrimp"

Thomas's wild brown hair stuck out to the sides, the putrid stench of alcohol ran across his breath, slurring his words. A maniac grin broke out across Thomas's face as Harry defiantly stood there, with arms folded and back straight. Harry wondered if Thomas would break because the grin on his face looked as if it would split his face in half. Preferring the muggle torture method, Thomas to shoved Harry violently to his knees, keeping a hand pressing down on bruised shoulders stopping the struggling before it began, whilst pulling off the belt that lived around Thomas's waist.

The other hand whipped the Belt back and flung it repeatedly in to Harry's back. The whipping stopped after the 50th time the belt bit into Harry. Thomas wasn't finished yet, he pulled out a knife and set about carving into his foster son's body, the knife ripped away skin, tore through nerves and mutilated muscles. Harry's left hand was useless and the nerves in his body would soon walk down that path. When he was finished Thomas stomped away grumbling about how brats should have breakfast on the table when he woke. Harry pulled himself up with difficulty, the nerves in his body were getting useless proving that the knife had torn away more than skin.

Once he had made his way downstairs, Harry started on the breakfast he should have made earlier, he left the bacon on too long and smell of burning filled the kitchen air. A large fist slammed Harry straight into the pieces of broken glass that were sprinkled across the floor last night, glass pierced his skin, the cuts spurting blood over the place. Harry stared fascinated at the mess, blood was everywhere, all over walls, dripping down onto the wooden floor, tainting it with Harry's life essence.

Harry's fascination with blood was one of Harry's more vampiric traits, Harry didn't notice when Thomas charged over to him lifting him by his collar, Harry tore his eyes from the blood and regarded him with detached amusement as Thomas's round face changed from red to purple. Thomas's 6ft 3" frame towered over Harry's small 5ft frame, he bent down as he venomously stared into Harry's eyes.

"Why can't you do anything right!"

Thomas abandoned all self control, he punched, kicked and slapped any revealed body area, adding to Harry's many bruises. A slap sent Harry flying across the room. His body slumped against the wall and causing his right arm to break, wounds from last night reopened. Thomas's foot lashed out and he kicked Harry repeatedly in the chest, breaking a few ribs. Harry stood from his position against the wall, he smashed his fist into over and over into Thomas's face, only stopping when he felt the bone break beneath his fist. Thomas gasped, winded when Harry's foot lashed out underneath him, sweeping away his tumbled to the floor. Thomas was breathless and in pain, staring at the broken and bloodied teen above him.

Harry stared emotionlessly at the man on the floor, pivoting on his heel, he stomped upstairs. He hunted for the black bandages he had bought from a Gothic shop in town but failed to find them in the jumble of things that served as his bedroom. Harry changed into a black t-shirt with a skull on it, dark blue jeans and black 'n' blue skater shoes, his blood dried quickly painting his body a vibrant red.

Harry grabbed his skateboard and backpack, he found a dark corner and shadow walked to an alleyway. Shadow walking was a form of Shadow magic, one of the many Harry had learnt on his monthly travels. For 2 months Harry would visit a different place in the world and learn as many forms of magic as he could.

The alleyway smelt of sick, the walls were grimy, rubbish littered the floor and graffiti claimed everywhere. Water poured down the walls, dripping off drainpipes clinging to each other in puddles. Blood was one of the many substances dried on the wall. The wall was a labyrinth of tags, Harry stared disdainfully at the tags, they weren't even proper graffiti, if you were going to graffiti then you should Graffiti something good and homeless wizards were huddled in the corner, too high to even realize that a teen had appeared out of the shadows, not apperating. Harry stalked out of there, his face blank but his eyes blazing with disgust.

Lighting and Skylar were standing in a lonely corner talking whilst waiting for him, Davie was haunting his usual corner, both looked up when he stepped under the half pipe, Harry stood at the entrance he stood there glaring and looking intimidating, he circled round showing his friends the wounds that Thomas had just inflicted, bruises marred his handsome face, blood soaked the back of his shirt and dried on his skin. His back was cut up into ribbons, his ribs cracked, it hurt to breathe, the bone in his right arm protruded out the skin and his left hand was useless. His torso was a patchwork of bruises and his legs still had glass embedded in them, he was sure his ankle was not meant to be that size nor that colour. Cuts covered his hands and rope burn encircled his wrists.

"You okay Harry?"

Softly spoken, it was the youngest Davie that had asked the question. Harry glanced over to Davie and shrugged. He stalked over to the darkest corner of the half pipe, pulling two bottles of vodka from the ragged pitch black backpack slung over his shoulder. Harry sensed Davie's eyes on him, he turned to Davie, his eyes asking 'What?'

"Don't drink, please"

Davie's eyes were pleading, his face set in the famous puppy dog pout. They all knew Davie's past, thankful he was out of it now. They just had to bring him out of his shell a bit. His heart not being able to take it, Harry put the vodka back in the bag – he was a softy when it came to Davie. He was the youngest with a bad past, they needed to protect him, his eyes just called for you to protect him.

In the other corner Lightning glanced at his watch. Skylar stood there staring at the rain that poured from above, it was like the sky was crying for the boy who lost his way.

"You gotta go,man, Dudley will be expectin you"

Dragging himself off the wall then placing a glamour over himself, Harry strolled down the street, in the rain, to the train station. He picked up his ticket and took the train from Shirland to Maidstone. Harry sauntered down the cramped train slumping in a seat opposite a woman with a little girl. The chocolate-covered child grinned at Harry waving. Harry waved back, the little girl reminded him of Sadie, they looked just about the same age. Bringing his Ipod out of his ragged backpack, he glanced at the child, she was staring at the Ipod with curiosity.

"Wha's tha'?"

Harry chuckled and smiled at her, she got up and sat next to him in the seat across from the woman.

"It's an Ipod, you can listen to music, play games and watch videos"

Harry put an ear piece in his left ear and gave the other ear piece to the little girl, selecting Fall out Boy for them to listen too, he was giving the girl her first taste of punk music. Harry and the little girl sat for the rest of the train ride listening to music like Fall Out Boy, Avril Lavgine and Green, the girl was happy to talk for herself and him.

By time the train ride had finished the little girl was asleep on Harry's shoulder, the young woman the little girl was travelling with picked her up and left with a small smile on her face. Harry strolled out of the train and into the pouring rain with happiness shining in his eyes. He walked out of the town and to Little Whingy, it didn't take Harry long, his stride was big and he walked fast.

It was 4 'o' clock when Harry stepped in the door of 4 privet drive, his Aunt and Uncle's house, soaking wet from the rain drenching everything outside. He walked in the hallway, making sure to leave his shoes by the stairs.

Dudley ran out of the front room, jabbering on about what they were going to do for his Birthday tomorrow, bouncing on the balls of his feet – a nervous habit of his. They were going to the zoo tomorrow, Dudley wanted Harry to talk to the snakes again, he loved it every time Harry did it.

"Why don't you go sit in the living room and let me take of my coat, I'm soaked"

Dudley ran into the living room, he flopped on the sofa in-between Petunia and Vernon.

"Harry, please come sit down"

Not wanting to upset Petunia, Harry lent against the door frame ruffling his hair, shrugging out of his jacket, he watched the scene. He snarled viciously at the two misfits sitting uncomfortably on the sofa.

Lillian and James Potter fidgeted when the glare focused on them, Petunia and Vernon hated the Potters, you would too if you found out that your nephew had been left at the doorstep of a random stranger. Who left a 18 month old child at someone's doorstep at midnight?

It took them ages to locate Harry, even then he was missing for a year. When he came back they were shocked, they expected some one more like James, childish and immature not the 10 year old they found. Harry had the eyes of some one that had grown up to fast.

He looked like he had been through war and back.