This is not my story. This story was written by Bryzcloud on the Harry
Potter Message Board and I thought it will be a good idea to post it here.
I do not own any Harry Potter Characters.
Vernon Dursely threw his nephew, Harry through the doorway and onto the hard floor. Harry groaned. "Never again will you go back to that school!" Dursley roared. He slammed the door. Harry heard several clicks which indicated that the twelve locks on his bedroom door, had been locked. Harry tried to move, but couldn't. Harry had been welcomed home with a beating. It appeared the Dursley's had been sent a letter from the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore had told them that Harry was in grave danger and that he was safest with the Dursleys. Well, Harry's Aunt and Uncle were not pleased. The minute Harry had walked in the front door, his cousin Dudley had whacked him with his Smeltings stick. Harry had fallen to the floor and the beating continued. Now, Harry was laying on his bedroom floor, a bloody mess. He had a large cut across his face and cuts from where the Smeltings stick had hit him in the back, chest and stomach. Harry somehow managed to crawl onto his bed. He groaned out of pain as he watched the sun sink, through the several bars that had been built into the wall.
A WEEK LATER **************************************** Harry sat on his bed examining the gashes across his chest. They weren't healing very well. Harry was only fed once a day. Aunt Petunia would slip a few crackers under the door. Hedwig didn't like her new food. Harry was doing pushups when there was a hooting sound. An owl was flapping outside his window, trying to find a way in. Harry hurried over and squeezed his hand through one of the bars. He took the letter and the bird flew off. Harry opened it.
Dear Harry, I'm so sorry I had to leave so soon at the end of the school year...How are you doing? I know it must be hard dealing with it all, but I know you can. I told you I would see you soon, remember? Well, I am staying at the place we talked about and Dumbledore said you could come and stay for a week. He said in the letter to the muggle's that you were supposed to stay there, but he said you can come and visit me! Send a reply back with Hedwig! I can't come if you don't reply. All my love, Sirius.
Harry felt a lump develop in his throat. He knew Hedwig couldn't fit through the bars. He clutched the letter in his hand and curled up on the bed. Hedwig let out a loud hoot of sadness. Suddenly, Harry heard thundering footsteps. Then, the clunking of a stick...a Smeltings stick. The twelve locks all clicked and the door opened. Dudley was standing there, cradling his stick. He wore an evil grin. Uncle Vernon was standing behind him, looking completely innocent. Harry cowered on the bed...
TWO WEEKS LATER **************************************** Harry was wrapped up in a blanket on his bed. The beatings from Dudley were becoming routine. To pass the time, Harry did push ups and such. He was beginning to get a build. There was a hooting at the window. Harry looked over. A very small owl was flapping it's wings. Harry thought for a minute it might be Pig, but it wasn't. Harry grabbed the owl and tried to pull it through the bars, but it was just too big. He took the letter instead.
Harry, Did you receive my last letter? I am getting a little worried. I would have thought you would want to come and visit me! Maybe we aren't as close as I thought. If you want to come, please, please send an owl back! I have a horrible feeling that something has happened. Please Harry, just write back! All my love, Sirius.
Harry almost let out a growl of anger, but stopped himself. Maybe Sirius would figure it out... LAST WEEK OF JULY **************************************** Harry cowered under his desk. This was possibly the worst birthday he'd ever had! When Dudley came in this morning, Harry had begged him to stop, just for that one day. It could be Harry's present! Dudley was even more enraged that Harry would have suspected a present from them. He beat Harry even worse. This was why Harry was hiding under the desk. There were four loud hoots. Harry prayed the Dursley's hadn't heard them. He rushed to the window. There were four owls, all carrying packages. Harry somehow managed to squeeze the gifts through, then the owls flew off. He opened the first gift. It was from Hermione. He read the note.
Harry, Happy Birthday! Hope the muggles are treating you alright! Hope this gift comes in handy...see you at Ron's for the last week of August! Love Hermione.
Harry tore open the gift. It was a refill kit for his broom servicing kit. Harry smiled. That was thoughtful, but it didn't help him now. Harry tore open the second gift. There was no letter, but Harry knew this was from Hagrid. A dozen rock cakes... Harry opened another gift. It was from Ron. He read the letter.
Harry, Happy birthday! Want to come to my house for the last week of August? Mum said we can't take you if the muggles say no. Write back and say the muggles said yes...even if they didn't. Enjoy your present! -Ron
Harry tore open the gift. It was a jumped from Mrs Weasley. Inside the jumper, was a couple of comic books. Harry recognised these as Ron's favourites. He smiled weakley. Harry turned to the last gift. It was very small. Harry read the letter first.
Harry, I am extremely worried now. Open your gift right away! Love, Sirius.
Harry dropped the letter and tore open the package. Something the size of a bill of money dropped into his hand. It was very heavy. There was a small button. Harry pushed the button. Sirius's face appeared. He was smiling at first, but was deathly pale the next moment.
"Harry!" Sirius screamed. Harry closed his eyes. He heard the thunder of footsteps. He pressed his finger to his lips, indicating Sirius to be quiet. There were twelve clicks and the door flew open. "Didn't get enough this morning?" Dudley sneered. Harry began to shake. He dropped the screen onto the bed. "P-please...no!" Harry begged. Dudley raised the stick. There was the sound of wood on flesh and Harry fell to the ground, crying out in pain. The beating continued. Harry hoped Sirius couldn't hear him. The screams Harry made, the pain he felt. Finally, Dudley stopped. He left the room and locked the door. Harry lay in a heap on the floor, sobbing. "Harry?!" Siruis whispered loudly. Harry's arm shook as he reached up for the screen. He grabbed it and pulled it onto the floor. He stared at Sirius. Harry's face was all bloody from where he had been hit. Sirius had to clamp his hand over his mouth to stop from screaming. Harry had tears pouring down his face. The pain he felt was unbearable. "Sirius...help!" Harry whispered painfully. Siruis was shaking. "Th-there's nothing I can do!" He sobbed. "P-please help!" Harry begged. Sirius just stared back at Harry.
Sirius was staring desperatly at Harry. His godson's face was all bruised, cut and bloody. Suddenly, Lupin appeared. He was smiling, then he looked at Harry. He opened his mouth to yell, but Sirius quickly covered his friend's mouth. Lupin's eyes were bigger than ever before. Sirius whispered something to him and Lupin nodded. Sirius removed his hand from Lupin's mouth. They looked back at Harry. His eyes were closed.
Vernon Dursely threw his nephew, Harry through the doorway and onto the hard floor. Harry groaned. "Never again will you go back to that school!" Dursley roared. He slammed the door. Harry heard several clicks which indicated that the twelve locks on his bedroom door, had been locked. Harry tried to move, but couldn't. Harry had been welcomed home with a beating. It appeared the Dursley's had been sent a letter from the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore had told them that Harry was in grave danger and that he was safest with the Dursleys. Well, Harry's Aunt and Uncle were not pleased. The minute Harry had walked in the front door, his cousin Dudley had whacked him with his Smeltings stick. Harry had fallen to the floor and the beating continued. Now, Harry was laying on his bedroom floor, a bloody mess. He had a large cut across his face and cuts from where the Smeltings stick had hit him in the back, chest and stomach. Harry somehow managed to crawl onto his bed. He groaned out of pain as he watched the sun sink, through the several bars that had been built into the wall.
A WEEK LATER **************************************** Harry sat on his bed examining the gashes across his chest. They weren't healing very well. Harry was only fed once a day. Aunt Petunia would slip a few crackers under the door. Hedwig didn't like her new food. Harry was doing pushups when there was a hooting sound. An owl was flapping outside his window, trying to find a way in. Harry hurried over and squeezed his hand through one of the bars. He took the letter and the bird flew off. Harry opened it.
Dear Harry, I'm so sorry I had to leave so soon at the end of the school year...How are you doing? I know it must be hard dealing with it all, but I know you can. I told you I would see you soon, remember? Well, I am staying at the place we talked about and Dumbledore said you could come and stay for a week. He said in the letter to the muggle's that you were supposed to stay there, but he said you can come and visit me! Send a reply back with Hedwig! I can't come if you don't reply. All my love, Sirius.
Harry felt a lump develop in his throat. He knew Hedwig couldn't fit through the bars. He clutched the letter in his hand and curled up on the bed. Hedwig let out a loud hoot of sadness. Suddenly, Harry heard thundering footsteps. Then, the clunking of a stick...a Smeltings stick. The twelve locks all clicked and the door opened. Dudley was standing there, cradling his stick. He wore an evil grin. Uncle Vernon was standing behind him, looking completely innocent. Harry cowered on the bed...
TWO WEEKS LATER **************************************** Harry was wrapped up in a blanket on his bed. The beatings from Dudley were becoming routine. To pass the time, Harry did push ups and such. He was beginning to get a build. There was a hooting at the window. Harry looked over. A very small owl was flapping it's wings. Harry thought for a minute it might be Pig, but it wasn't. Harry grabbed the owl and tried to pull it through the bars, but it was just too big. He took the letter instead.
Harry, Did you receive my last letter? I am getting a little worried. I would have thought you would want to come and visit me! Maybe we aren't as close as I thought. If you want to come, please, please send an owl back! I have a horrible feeling that something has happened. Please Harry, just write back! All my love, Sirius.
Harry almost let out a growl of anger, but stopped himself. Maybe Sirius would figure it out... LAST WEEK OF JULY **************************************** Harry cowered under his desk. This was possibly the worst birthday he'd ever had! When Dudley came in this morning, Harry had begged him to stop, just for that one day. It could be Harry's present! Dudley was even more enraged that Harry would have suspected a present from them. He beat Harry even worse. This was why Harry was hiding under the desk. There were four loud hoots. Harry prayed the Dursley's hadn't heard them. He rushed to the window. There were four owls, all carrying packages. Harry somehow managed to squeeze the gifts through, then the owls flew off. He opened the first gift. It was from Hermione. He read the note.
Harry, Happy Birthday! Hope the muggles are treating you alright! Hope this gift comes in handy...see you at Ron's for the last week of August! Love Hermione.
Harry tore open the gift. It was a refill kit for his broom servicing kit. Harry smiled. That was thoughtful, but it didn't help him now. Harry tore open the second gift. There was no letter, but Harry knew this was from Hagrid. A dozen rock cakes... Harry opened another gift. It was from Ron. He read the letter.
Harry, Happy birthday! Want to come to my house for the last week of August? Mum said we can't take you if the muggles say no. Write back and say the muggles said yes...even if they didn't. Enjoy your present! -Ron
Harry tore open the gift. It was a jumped from Mrs Weasley. Inside the jumper, was a couple of comic books. Harry recognised these as Ron's favourites. He smiled weakley. Harry turned to the last gift. It was very small. Harry read the letter first.
Harry, I am extremely worried now. Open your gift right away! Love, Sirius.
Harry dropped the letter and tore open the package. Something the size of a bill of money dropped into his hand. It was very heavy. There was a small button. Harry pushed the button. Sirius's face appeared. He was smiling at first, but was deathly pale the next moment.
"Harry!" Sirius screamed. Harry closed his eyes. He heard the thunder of footsteps. He pressed his finger to his lips, indicating Sirius to be quiet. There were twelve clicks and the door flew open. "Didn't get enough this morning?" Dudley sneered. Harry began to shake. He dropped the screen onto the bed. "P-please...no!" Harry begged. Dudley raised the stick. There was the sound of wood on flesh and Harry fell to the ground, crying out in pain. The beating continued. Harry hoped Sirius couldn't hear him. The screams Harry made, the pain he felt. Finally, Dudley stopped. He left the room and locked the door. Harry lay in a heap on the floor, sobbing. "Harry?!" Siruis whispered loudly. Harry's arm shook as he reached up for the screen. He grabbed it and pulled it onto the floor. He stared at Sirius. Harry's face was all bloody from where he had been hit. Sirius had to clamp his hand over his mouth to stop from screaming. Harry had tears pouring down his face. The pain he felt was unbearable. "Sirius...help!" Harry whispered painfully. Siruis was shaking. "Th-there's nothing I can do!" He sobbed. "P-please help!" Harry begged. Sirius just stared back at Harry.
Sirius was staring desperatly at Harry. His godson's face was all bruised, cut and bloody. Suddenly, Lupin appeared. He was smiling, then he looked at Harry. He opened his mouth to yell, but Sirius quickly covered his friend's mouth. Lupin's eyes were bigger than ever before. Sirius whispered something to him and Lupin nodded. Sirius removed his hand from Lupin's mouth. They looked back at Harry. His eyes were closed.