AN(New): I'm going to try and go through this story and edit it and try and remember where I was going with this. I may switch to another story but I wanted to start here. If anyone reads this and is interested in bouncing ideas around let me know. I'd love the help. It's been years since I've done any real writing and I find myself missing it terribly.

AN: Hi everyone, this is my first Harry Potter fanfic and I have worked on it for a while remember to review after you read it [PLEASE?] and tell me what you think of it. Well on with the story.
NOTE: Harry Potter chars from the book aren't mine, the plot is and one of the characters in the future as well, possibly two.

Harry Potters Unusual Fifth Year

Harry Potter was walking down the street, tired and hungry. Bruises covered him from head to toe and his right wrist was in a weird position, he had a few visible welts on his face and arms and his hair was matted down with dirt and sweat. His eyes were casted downwards refusing to make eye contact with anyone as he limped by.

A flash from what happened came to him as he was thinking.

***Flashback***

It was midnight and finally his birthday. He was now fifteen and he hadn't got one owl this summer, although it was probably for the best.

He had sent Hedwig away after his first day back in this dreadful house because of the Dursleys. Now, he was attempting to get as much of his schoolwork done as possible before anyone else woke. He currently had his invisibility cloak crammed into his pocket, his eyes drooped a bit as he worked on his History of Magic essay. Sleep couldn't happen yet, he needed to finish a bit more of his paper and hide his stuff.

He woke up tobeing thrown across the room and slamming against the wall. Slowly he opened his eyes. 'Not again, what did I do this time?' Several times over the summer Vernon had beaten him for the smallest reasons, not looking at them the right way, asking if he could go to Diagon Ally and a few other things. He didn't have time to think much about anything but the pain, the pain of old cuts reopening and welts forming over welts. The last thing he noticed before he blacked out was that one person wasn't beating him this time it was two, Dudley and Vernon.
When Harry finally awoke from his daze, he looked around, finding himself inside of an alleyway in what appeared to be one of the worst parts of London.

***End of Flashback***
So here he was...Tired, cold and hurt as he walked...well, more like limped down the street trying to locate where he was when he heard footsteps and hid behind a trashcan. Turning the corner was a group of people with black cloaks. He gasped and, on a reflex,pulled out his invisibility cloak and threw it over himself. 'Death Eaters', he thought, and felt like pulling out his wand and hexing some of them. Then as he reached for the wand, he felt his arm flare with pain. Stifling a cry, he though, 'I have to get out of here.'

Standing up, he walked as quickly as fast as he could past the Death Eaters, keeping the cloak over him. As he was walking he realized he didn't even have his wand with him, the only thing he had was his invisibility cloak. It was abnormally cold that summer and Harry could feel chills seeking up his spine. He shivvered and continued to walk on. He looked behind him quickly and noticed a little bit of blood trailing behind him.

"It's so cold," he whispered.

The world was moving in odd shapes, he could make out a Death Eater in front of him. He opened his mouth to yell, but nothing came out. The Death Eater swirled into a shadow. His head hurt and he felt, for not the first time that night, like he would throw up. The cold was gone, Harry was enveloped in a warm pocket. He smiled and walked aimlessly on. He looked into another alley and saw a big green dumpster with what looked like a torn pillow in it. He felt his eyes close and let himself fall onto the pavement.
When he wokeup he noticed that he wasn't by the rotten smelling dumpsters anymore. Rather, he was in a nice smelling bed and he didn't hurt as much as before. He opened his eyes fully, sat up and looked around. He saw that he was indeed not at the dumpster anymore, but that he
was now in a room that he didn't recognize. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood up, he looked around the room a bit more. He didn't see anything that could tell him where he was. As soon as he stood all the way up he fell back in bed, flat on his back he stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't stand up, it made him dizzy and feel sick to his stomach... Slowly the door opened and in came the person he least expected...

AN: So this has been editted as best I can at the moment. If anyone wants to help work through chapters already up before I continue onto new ones let me know. I'd love to actually finish one of my stories xD I know it's short, bare with me, I am trying to get comfortable with everything.

Do you think I shoul redit this again? Or move on? Let me know what you think :D I need some motivation to keep me going.