Hi everyone, I know it has been a while from me, this is a new fan fic because I have lost the password to my other ones on my pc and I'm working on getting it back so it may be a while but as soon as I can I will update the other two stories (Escaping Dreams) and (Remus' Little wolf). This one is another story about mental health and abuse so it will contain mature themes and if you are triggered this kind of stuff here is your warning. I have mental health issues myself so this is a way of me expressing some things too, however if any of you wish to discuss some of the themes in this story with me you are more than welcome. Anyways warnings and all that kind of stuff out of the way, I hope you enjoy this first chapter and please leave a review to see how I've done please and thank you.

I do not own Harry Potter and all credit for characters should be given to JK Rowling, I am only playing with the characters for a while.

Chapter 1 – The Masons

Harry Potter was on the floor of his bedroom in number 4 Privet Drive covered in blood for the 4th time that week, at least this time it was from his own doing and not his uncles or cousins fists. He let it run down to the crease of his elbow, it was relief, temporary relief but still it was something, it was something Harry could control. It was a while before he could bring himself to wipe down the now hardened blood on his arm, but it was only because he could hear the rest of the house starting to awaken.

It was not long before it was evident that the rest of the house was awake and Harry would be summoned to cook breakfast for them, so he changed his now bloodstained clothes to a baggy t-shirt, hoodie and overly large jeans. Harry then sat on his bed waiting for the call to make food. It came sooner than he had hoped.

"BOY! Get down here this instant and start cooking! And you had better not burn my bacon otherwise there will be dire consequences"

Harry sighed and without a word obeyed, there was no point arguing, at least if Harry could cook adequately there would not be time for any punishments this morning. Once downstairs he grabbed the frying pan and turned on the gas for the hob before adding oil to the now heating pan, it did not take long for the pan to heat up and soon there was a sizzling sound of sausages and bacon. The delicious smell must have reached Dudley's room because there was a thundering of feet on the stairs, a crash of the kitchen door and a creek of the dining room chair.

Three sets of eyes were now laden on Harry, each set inspecting his every movement. Trying to ignore this, Harry finished cooking the food and piled three plates high and served the Dursley's their breakfast. There was no thank you's only glares to make him start clearing up. Without hesitation, Harry poured some hot water into the kitchen basin, added some soap and started to wash up. When he had finished he glanced over at the three Dursleys waiting for permissioj to leave, that didn't come, only a harsh voice from his uncle.

"Sit down boy! We have something to discuss with you" Harry sat down and looked inquizatively up at the three at the table. "We have guests over tonight, the Masons, it could be a huge business deal for us and YOU will NOT mess this up. You will scrub this house top to bottom unde5r your aunts supervision today, ypou will then retire to your room, any sound and you wish you'd never been born boy!" Harry understood and stood to leave "Did I say you could leave?" Harry sat back down "If I also hear one sound from the ruddy owl today I will take it myself and kill her ready for the banquet tonight" Harry nodded, anger filled him, there was no way on this earth he would ever let Hedwig be anyones dinner.

"Understood" Harry replied before standing up, taking the Dursleys cleared plates and scrubbed them clean. After the kitchen was lean Harry started on the living room, then the hallway, the front and back gardens. It took him all day with Dudley coming back and fourth messing up his work so he would have to redo it. Every time he did so Dudley said "Happy Birthday" to him. That is what he forgot this morning, it was his birthday. Hopefully, with the Masons coming this evening their wouldn't be time for any beatings.

The sun was soon drifting behind the trees in the distance and a call from his aunt to get upstairs meant it was nearly time for the masons to arrive. Harry made his way up the stairs on the newspaper his aunt had made him use and up into his room. He was then locked in via the five locks on his door. At least now he could rest for a bit, his aching and bruised chest had made it hard to breathe all day and the welts on his back were coming open again making his back hurt even more. Harry was just about to sit down when there was a crack and an overly large sphynx cat appeared wearing a rag and standing on its hind legs or that is what the thing seemed to look like to Harry. Harry was even more surprised when it spoke to him.

"Harry Potter Sir! What an honour it is" it squeaked, this took harry aback and he stared a while before speaking.

"Who or what are you?" Harry asked trying to hide the fact he was completely and utterly speechless

"Ah, sorry sir. I is Dobby, Dobby the house elf" Harry nodded and stretched out his hand for the elf to shake before gesturing for him to sit down. Dobby did not take it but instead went into a fit of cries.

"Dobby! I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you, please stop and be quiet"

"Offend Dobby!" it squealed, "Harry Potter offend Dobby, no, never has Dobby been asked to sit down by another wizard, like an equal"

"You can't have met many good wizards then," replied Harry

"No I haven't" squeaked Dobby without thinking. It took a moment before the elf reacted to what he said however soon Dobby had taken to hitting his head on the bedside table, harry reacted very fast and restrained the elf before he could make any more noise. "Sorry sir dobby has to punish himself, Dobby nearly spoke ill of his family." Harry stared at the elf for a while before he spoke again, "Dobby has come to warn Harry Potter not to come back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, terrible things are about to happen"

"What terrible things?"

"Dobby cannot say but Harry Potter must give Dobby his word to say he won't return to school this year"

"Dobby I can't promise that, Hogwarts is my home!" Harry then heard someone coming up the stairs, he knew immediately he was being too loud. The door unlocked, Harry gestured to dobby to leave which he did with a crack, a huge man came through the door spitting and screaming, Harry not understanding a word he was saying just stood there the next thing that happened was a fist connecting with the side of his head, the whole room span before going black.