Prologue

Harry struggled to keep holding Ron's hand as his legs were being pulled by Vernon. Ron tried to steer the car closer to the window but it was too late. With a sharp yank Vernon Dursley managed to pull Harry back into the room and quickly closed and locked the door leaving Ron and the twins wide eyed in utter shock at what just happened.

"Out of the way, Ron!" Fred shouted as he climbed to the drivers seat. He tried to open the window the same way he did before but Vernon refused to let go of the handle. Harry's Uncle quickly grabbed Harry's own broom and shoved it in place, keeping the window perminatly closed and stuck. Harry was still on the floor, staring helplessly at the car that meant freedom on the outisde.

"Get away or I'll call the police!" Vernon screamed. "I swear it!"

Despite the glass the Weasley's could clearly hear what he was saying.

"Go!" Harry shouted, fear of them being discovered in his mind. "Just go!"

"We'll be back!" Ron promised before rotating the car and heading it back to The Burrow.

"I can't believe you left him there!" George shouted at his younger brother.

"He was going to call the cops!" Ron shouted back. "Do you know how much trouble we'd be in if we were discovered by the muggles? Try explaining a flying car. Come on now! Try it!"

"He's right," sighed Fred. "We'll come back later. They won't expect us to. We'll bring mum and dad with us. Harry can't stay there much longer."

Both Ron and George agreed to that and all three lapsed into a depressed silence as they headed towards home.

Meanwhile Harry stared fearfully at his Uncle who loomed over him in a dangerous rage. Harry was never frightened of Vernon, but he was now.

"Petunia, Dudly, leave," Vernon's voice was cold and threatening. Petunia stared at her husband, obviously fearing him too. She opened her motuh but then thought the better of it and just left.

Vernon grabbed Harry by his arm when his family had left.

"Go on, fight me," he growled, with an evil glint in his eyes. "I dare you," he added in a whisper. "I dare you to use magic on me."

Harry stared at him. It was clear that he wasn't going back to Hogwarts anyway, not if his Uncle had anything to say about it so quietly he fished his wand from his pocket. Vernon grabbed it before Harry could stop him and snapped it in half.

Harry stared at him, not knowing what else to do.

"Well I guess you won't be able to use magic now without a wand!" Vernon shouted gleefully as he started to twist Harry's arm. Harry gasped out loud in shock and pain, his eyes watering.

"Nothing can help you now, isn't that right?" Uncle Vernon sneered. "You're on you own with no one to help you. No one to save you. Not even your pathetic friends that tried to rescue you can help you now."

With that he twisted Harry's arm further. Harry grimaced as he heard bones snapping but refused to cry out. Refused to show him anything.

Vernon gave it one more twist and smiled as it snapped. Harry screamed. He couldn't help it. The pain was too excruciating to bare in silence.

Tears clouded his eyes as he collapsed, holding his arm pitifully. Vernon advanced toward him still.

"There's nothing to save you from me now," Vernon whispered. "Absolutley nothing."

With that he slowly took of his belt and Harry closed his eyes, praying that the nightmare would soon end.