A/N: Hello all! I'm back!!!!!!!!!!!! I've decided not to continue Needing Only You, (the first version, this is the second) I was going to, but I have completely lost my train of thought on that one, and the story I have going on in my head now just can't fit into it, I've tried!! Really! Don't worry though, it's still going to be Harry/Sirius, and I'm basically re-using the first chapter of NOY but adding more and taking other things out. Hopefully this one will stay going... It's spring break, and that means I have more time, and a giant project... Anyways...On to the story!
KaceyRat
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"Boy! Are you up yet? Get your lazy butt up right this instant and cook Dudley's breakfast and don't you dare let is burn!" Harry heard Aunt Petunia shouted through the door.
"I'm up." Harry said sleepily. Harry sighed as he got up and got dressed. 'Dudley's birthday. How could I have forgotten?'
"UP!" Came the shout from downstairs. "And don't even think of saying anything about your, your... You KNOW!"
As Harry cooked breakfast, which he knew he would get very little, if any of, his mind drifted back to the previous year. Harry blamed himself for Cedric's death. If he hadn't told him to take the cup together, then Cedric would still be alive. Last year had been horrible for Harry and with the Dursley's was the last place he wanted to be right now. Now his mind drifted to what Dumbledore had told Sirius to do at the end of the year in the Hospital Wing...
"You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher--- the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin's for a while; I will contact you there."
'Arabella Figg. Could that be the Mrs. Figg that used to watch him when the Dursley's were gone?' Harry thought to himself.
SMACK! Harry fell to the ground and looked up at Uncle Vernon, clutching the side of his face which was stinging.
"You burned Dudley's breakfast!" Uncle Vernon yelled at him. "Your Aunt specifically told you not to and you go and do! You ungrateful little..." Uncle Vernon went on and on with the same old speech he had told Harry forever. " Now get to your room! While we are gone today you will have a longer list of chores to do and if they aren't done by the time we get back I'll give you what you have deserved for a long time boy!"
Harry retreated to his room. Uncle Vernon had never slapped him before, not once! 'He has been acting weird while I've been here.' Harry thought. And he let it go at that. It was only a little bruise right?
When Harry heard the car engine come to life and roar down the street he waited until he couldn't hear, nor see it anymore then went down and got the list of things to do.
Harry groaned. How was he suppose to be able to get ALL of this done before they got back?! "It's impossible." He told himself as he started to get to work.
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Wash the dishes
Wash ALL the windows in the house except YOURS.
Vacuum the entire house except your room.
Paint the back fence.
Weed front, back, and side gardens.
Dust the entire house.
Take out the garbage.
Wash both cars that are remaining.
Clean Dudley's room.
Clean both bathrooms downstairs and upstairs.
Wash kitchen floor.
Fix broken gate.
Mow the front and back yards.
Harry sighed as he got to work washing the dishes.
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Harry finished everything that he had to do inside then headed outside with 3 hours left to spare. He decided to wash the cars first, thinking it would take the least amount of time. Harry got out the soap and sponge and bucket and dragged them over to where the hose was. He didn't get why they needed 3 cars, but was glad he only had to do the 2 there.
It was unusually hot outside for England and Harry was already starting to sweat and he had just gotten started. Why does it have to be so hot out TODAY? He asked no one in particular.
"Because it is." Hissed a voice making Harry jump. It was a snake.
"Thanks for the help." Harry hissed back and continued on his way.
Harry was wet with sweat when he was done, and water. He got everything else done, except for mowing the front and back yards and painting the fence, and headed out to paint the fence, with 45 minutes left.
Harry was only a quarter of the way through with his painting when he heard the Dursley's car turning in to the driveway.
Oh NO! He thought to himself. And he hurried to get as much done as possible. By the time Uncle Vernon came out to check on him, Harry wasn't even half-way done.
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon roared. "I TOLD YOU TO HAVE THIS FENCE PAINTED! NOT ALMOST HALF OF IT! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING ALL DAY YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING LITTLE ROTTEN SCUM!!! LAZY THAT'S IT! PLAIN LAZY! JUST LIKE YOUR PARENTS! WELL NOW YOUR GOING TO GET WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR FOR YEARS BOY!"
And with that he dragged Harry into the house and into the living room.
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Vernon slammed Harry into the wall. "YOU!" he hissed. "YOU ARE GOING TO WISH THAT YOU HAD DIED BOY..."
"Oh, Vernon!" Petunia cried. "Not here, we're having company over tonight, remember? Take him up to Dudley's second room, that way you won't stain the carpet, it was just cleaned yesterday!"
"MOVE IT, BOY!" Vernon yelled as he shoved Harry up the stairs and into Dudley's second bedroom. Vernon slammed the door behind him and threw Harry to the floor.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH BEING LAZY AROUND HERE, DO YOU, BOY?! WELL, YOU'RE WRONG!" Vernon screamed as he kicked Harry in the ribs and stomach repeatedly.
"S-s-s-s-top." Harry begged. "Please stop, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"SORRY?! YOU'RE SORRY?!" Vernon grabbed Harry up off the floor and pinned him to the wall with one hand and backhanded him with the other. "AS IF! IF YOU WERE 'SORRY' THEN YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER COME BACK HERE, MURDERER!"
"What?" Harry whispered.
"THAT HEADMASTER FREAK OF YOURS SENT AN 'OWL' HERE TELLING ME OF HOW YOU KILLED A CLASSMATE AT THE END OF THE YEAR! I WILL NOT HOUSE A MURDERER UNDER MY ROOF! GOT IT?!?!" Vernon screamed as he shook Harry, hard.
'Dumbledore told them?' Harry though dimly. 'Why...' He was jerked out of his thoughts when he was suddenly dropped onto the floor.
"Vernon! Vernon come down and get ready to meet our guests sweetie!" Petunia called from below.
"Listen Boy," Vernon hissed. "I swear if you do ANYTHING to ruin tonight, I swear I'll kill you, understood?!?!" Harry nodded weakly. "Good," Vernon snapped.
The last thing Harry remembered was a big boot coming straight at his head then blackness.
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The next morning Harry was awoken by a hard kick to the ribs.
"So," Vernon hissed in his ear. "What did you do?! WHAT!!! Thanks to YOU I LOST MY JOB! YOU FREAK! I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO ANYTHING UNLESS I'D KILL YOU! AND WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU MADE ME LOSE MY JOB! SAY GOODBYE, BOY!" Vernon laughed as he started to kick and punch Harry.
"Stop, please stop! I didn't do anything! Please!" Harry whispered. He had no clue what his uncle was talking about.
Vernon only laughed and continued on. "Vernon," came Petunia's voice from the hall. "Vernon, sweetie, keep it down, you'll wake Dudders."
"I'm awake." Dudley said, coming into thee room and joining his father.
"Not that's a good lad. See Petunia, Dudley here is going to be a great man, like his father, unlike this PIECE OF SCUM!" Vernon yelled the last part at Harry.
'Sirius,' Harry thought. 'Sirius, where are you? Help me, please! Sirius...'
Harry cried out in pain as the first crack of Vernon's belt came down hard on his back. He could hear Dudley laughing behind him.
"What, boy? Not used to a little pain?" His uncle asked. "Well, get used to it!"
Vernon continued beating Harry with his belt until he heard Petunia calling.
"Vernon! Dudley! Sweetums! Breakfast!"
Vernon started to drag Harry down the stairs, making sure that his head hit on every single step, but got about halfway down when he got an idea. Grinning evilly, he picked Harry's body up and threw him over the railing to the floor below.
Harry smashed into the ground, and moaned in pain. "Sirius..." he whispered. "Sirius help me, please. Siri..." The last thing he remembered before the blackness of his cupboard was the light glinting on the knife in Vernon's hand, as he grinned down on him evilly.
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250 miles away, Sirius Black woke up with a start.
'Huh?' he though. What had woken him up at this early of an hour? He NEVER was up this early. But something had woken him up; that was for sure. "Maybe it was Moony down in the kitchen." He mumbled to himself as he gave up at going back to sleep.
"What are you doing up this early, Padfoot?" Remus Lupin asked as he looked up from his morning paper. "You're never up this early."
"Something woke me up, did you hear anything?"
"No," Remus replied. "Are you sure something woke you up?" Sirius nodded. "Was it a noise?" Another nod. "Hmmm. Well, I didn't hear anything, so it must have been your brain. Hungry?"
"Not really." Sirius replied, trying to figure out what had woken him up.
"Padfoot, you feeling okay? You're ALWAYS hungry!"
"I know, Moony, but something's not right. It's... I don't know... It's like someone is calling to me, but you're the only one here... It's weird..."
"Hmmm, I'm not exactly sure what you mean, Sirius, but we have to get going, we have an Order Meeting today, remember?"
"Great." Sirius grumbled, getting up and following Remus to the fireplace. "Just what I want to do, spend my entire day in a meeting!"
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Harry had been left alone for the day. Completely alone. No food, no water, nothing. Until now, that is. Evidently his uncle hadn't been able to find a job, and had gone out and gotten drunk and blamed Harry for the whole thing.
"YOU FREAK!" Vernon screamed picking Harry up from the floor where he had previously been kicked, whipping, and stabbing him with a butcher knife, and started to shake and choke him. "I HATE YOU! IT'S YOUR FAULT THIS HAPPENED! YOURS! YOU HEAR ME? AND IT WAS YOU WHO KILLED THAT KID FROM YOUR SCHOOL! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NEXT, KILL US? I DON'T THINK SO BOY! YOU ARE NOT GETTING ANYWHERE NEAR MY FAMILY EVER AGAIN! YOU WILL NOT KILL THEM LIKE YOU KILLED THAT FREAK FROM YOUR FREAK SCHOOL!"
"It, it, it wasn't my fault." Harry whispered.
"YES IT WAS! YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED HIM BOY, AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO KILL MY FAMILY LIKE YOU KILLED HIM! GOT IT!!!" Vernon shook Harry so hard that the whole neighborhood could have heard the snap of Harry's neck as Vernon continued to shake him.
"Vernon! Vernon come to bed, sweetie! It's 2 in the morning!" Petunia called form their bedroom.
"Coming dear!" Vernon called back. He threw Harry into the wall and watched him sink to the ground, leaving a giant trail of blood on the wall. He gave one last kick to Harry's chest before locking the cupboard door and heading upstairs.
As soon as Harry was sure that his uncle was gone, he tried to get up, but couldn't. His arms hurt too much and he couldn't feel his legs. 'Please don't let my neck be broken.' He thought dimly. "Siri?" He whispered. "Siri where are you? Help me, please! Siri! Siri. Siri, please help me..."
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250 miles away, Sirius suddenly sat up in bed, awoken from his sleep.
"Harry!" He whispered. "Oh, God, Harry!"
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A/N: So... Any good? Shall I continue or not??????? Any suggestions? See that nice little box down there that says Submit Review? Well, click it!!!
Till Next Time.
KaceyRat
KaceyRat
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"Boy! Are you up yet? Get your lazy butt up right this instant and cook Dudley's breakfast and don't you dare let is burn!" Harry heard Aunt Petunia shouted through the door.
"I'm up." Harry said sleepily. Harry sighed as he got up and got dressed. 'Dudley's birthday. How could I have forgotten?'
"UP!" Came the shout from downstairs. "And don't even think of saying anything about your, your... You KNOW!"
As Harry cooked breakfast, which he knew he would get very little, if any of, his mind drifted back to the previous year. Harry blamed himself for Cedric's death. If he hadn't told him to take the cup together, then Cedric would still be alive. Last year had been horrible for Harry and with the Dursley's was the last place he wanted to be right now. Now his mind drifted to what Dumbledore had told Sirius to do at the end of the year in the Hospital Wing...
"You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher--- the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin's for a while; I will contact you there."
'Arabella Figg. Could that be the Mrs. Figg that used to watch him when the Dursley's were gone?' Harry thought to himself.
SMACK! Harry fell to the ground and looked up at Uncle Vernon, clutching the side of his face which was stinging.
"You burned Dudley's breakfast!" Uncle Vernon yelled at him. "Your Aunt specifically told you not to and you go and do! You ungrateful little..." Uncle Vernon went on and on with the same old speech he had told Harry forever. " Now get to your room! While we are gone today you will have a longer list of chores to do and if they aren't done by the time we get back I'll give you what you have deserved for a long time boy!"
Harry retreated to his room. Uncle Vernon had never slapped him before, not once! 'He has been acting weird while I've been here.' Harry thought. And he let it go at that. It was only a little bruise right?
When Harry heard the car engine come to life and roar down the street he waited until he couldn't hear, nor see it anymore then went down and got the list of things to do.
Harry groaned. How was he suppose to be able to get ALL of this done before they got back?! "It's impossible." He told himself as he started to get to work.
~*~
Wash the dishes
Wash ALL the windows in the house except YOURS.
Vacuum the entire house except your room.
Paint the back fence.
Weed front, back, and side gardens.
Dust the entire house.
Take out the garbage.
Wash both cars that are remaining.
Clean Dudley's room.
Clean both bathrooms downstairs and upstairs.
Wash kitchen floor.
Fix broken gate.
Mow the front and back yards.
Harry sighed as he got to work washing the dishes.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Harry finished everything that he had to do inside then headed outside with 3 hours left to spare. He decided to wash the cars first, thinking it would take the least amount of time. Harry got out the soap and sponge and bucket and dragged them over to where the hose was. He didn't get why they needed 3 cars, but was glad he only had to do the 2 there.
It was unusually hot outside for England and Harry was already starting to sweat and he had just gotten started. Why does it have to be so hot out TODAY? He asked no one in particular.
"Because it is." Hissed a voice making Harry jump. It was a snake.
"Thanks for the help." Harry hissed back and continued on his way.
Harry was wet with sweat when he was done, and water. He got everything else done, except for mowing the front and back yards and painting the fence, and headed out to paint the fence, with 45 minutes left.
Harry was only a quarter of the way through with his painting when he heard the Dursley's car turning in to the driveway.
Oh NO! He thought to himself. And he hurried to get as much done as possible. By the time Uncle Vernon came out to check on him, Harry wasn't even half-way done.
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon roared. "I TOLD YOU TO HAVE THIS FENCE PAINTED! NOT ALMOST HALF OF IT! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING ALL DAY YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING LITTLE ROTTEN SCUM!!! LAZY THAT'S IT! PLAIN LAZY! JUST LIKE YOUR PARENTS! WELL NOW YOUR GOING TO GET WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR FOR YEARS BOY!"
And with that he dragged Harry into the house and into the living room.
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Vernon slammed Harry into the wall. "YOU!" he hissed. "YOU ARE GOING TO WISH THAT YOU HAD DIED BOY..."
"Oh, Vernon!" Petunia cried. "Not here, we're having company over tonight, remember? Take him up to Dudley's second room, that way you won't stain the carpet, it was just cleaned yesterday!"
"MOVE IT, BOY!" Vernon yelled as he shoved Harry up the stairs and into Dudley's second bedroom. Vernon slammed the door behind him and threw Harry to the floor.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH BEING LAZY AROUND HERE, DO YOU, BOY?! WELL, YOU'RE WRONG!" Vernon screamed as he kicked Harry in the ribs and stomach repeatedly.
"S-s-s-s-top." Harry begged. "Please stop, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"SORRY?! YOU'RE SORRY?!" Vernon grabbed Harry up off the floor and pinned him to the wall with one hand and backhanded him with the other. "AS IF! IF YOU WERE 'SORRY' THEN YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER COME BACK HERE, MURDERER!"
"What?" Harry whispered.
"THAT HEADMASTER FREAK OF YOURS SENT AN 'OWL' HERE TELLING ME OF HOW YOU KILLED A CLASSMATE AT THE END OF THE YEAR! I WILL NOT HOUSE A MURDERER UNDER MY ROOF! GOT IT?!?!" Vernon screamed as he shook Harry, hard.
'Dumbledore told them?' Harry though dimly. 'Why...' He was jerked out of his thoughts when he was suddenly dropped onto the floor.
"Vernon! Vernon come down and get ready to meet our guests sweetie!" Petunia called from below.
"Listen Boy," Vernon hissed. "I swear if you do ANYTHING to ruin tonight, I swear I'll kill you, understood?!?!" Harry nodded weakly. "Good," Vernon snapped.
The last thing Harry remembered was a big boot coming straight at his head then blackness.
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The next morning Harry was awoken by a hard kick to the ribs.
"So," Vernon hissed in his ear. "What did you do?! WHAT!!! Thanks to YOU I LOST MY JOB! YOU FREAK! I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO ANYTHING UNLESS I'D KILL YOU! AND WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU MADE ME LOSE MY JOB! SAY GOODBYE, BOY!" Vernon laughed as he started to kick and punch Harry.
"Stop, please stop! I didn't do anything! Please!" Harry whispered. He had no clue what his uncle was talking about.
Vernon only laughed and continued on. "Vernon," came Petunia's voice from the hall. "Vernon, sweetie, keep it down, you'll wake Dudders."
"I'm awake." Dudley said, coming into thee room and joining his father.
"Not that's a good lad. See Petunia, Dudley here is going to be a great man, like his father, unlike this PIECE OF SCUM!" Vernon yelled the last part at Harry.
'Sirius,' Harry thought. 'Sirius, where are you? Help me, please! Sirius...'
Harry cried out in pain as the first crack of Vernon's belt came down hard on his back. He could hear Dudley laughing behind him.
"What, boy? Not used to a little pain?" His uncle asked. "Well, get used to it!"
Vernon continued beating Harry with his belt until he heard Petunia calling.
"Vernon! Dudley! Sweetums! Breakfast!"
Vernon started to drag Harry down the stairs, making sure that his head hit on every single step, but got about halfway down when he got an idea. Grinning evilly, he picked Harry's body up and threw him over the railing to the floor below.
Harry smashed into the ground, and moaned in pain. "Sirius..." he whispered. "Sirius help me, please. Siri..." The last thing he remembered before the blackness of his cupboard was the light glinting on the knife in Vernon's hand, as he grinned down on him evilly.
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250 miles away, Sirius Black woke up with a start.
'Huh?' he though. What had woken him up at this early of an hour? He NEVER was up this early. But something had woken him up; that was for sure. "Maybe it was Moony down in the kitchen." He mumbled to himself as he gave up at going back to sleep.
"What are you doing up this early, Padfoot?" Remus Lupin asked as he looked up from his morning paper. "You're never up this early."
"Something woke me up, did you hear anything?"
"No," Remus replied. "Are you sure something woke you up?" Sirius nodded. "Was it a noise?" Another nod. "Hmmm. Well, I didn't hear anything, so it must have been your brain. Hungry?"
"Not really." Sirius replied, trying to figure out what had woken him up.
"Padfoot, you feeling okay? You're ALWAYS hungry!"
"I know, Moony, but something's not right. It's... I don't know... It's like someone is calling to me, but you're the only one here... It's weird..."
"Hmmm, I'm not exactly sure what you mean, Sirius, but we have to get going, we have an Order Meeting today, remember?"
"Great." Sirius grumbled, getting up and following Remus to the fireplace. "Just what I want to do, spend my entire day in a meeting!"
~*~
Harry had been left alone for the day. Completely alone. No food, no water, nothing. Until now, that is. Evidently his uncle hadn't been able to find a job, and had gone out and gotten drunk and blamed Harry for the whole thing.
"YOU FREAK!" Vernon screamed picking Harry up from the floor where he had previously been kicked, whipping, and stabbing him with a butcher knife, and started to shake and choke him. "I HATE YOU! IT'S YOUR FAULT THIS HAPPENED! YOURS! YOU HEAR ME? AND IT WAS YOU WHO KILLED THAT KID FROM YOUR SCHOOL! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NEXT, KILL US? I DON'T THINK SO BOY! YOU ARE NOT GETTING ANYWHERE NEAR MY FAMILY EVER AGAIN! YOU WILL NOT KILL THEM LIKE YOU KILLED THAT FREAK FROM YOUR FREAK SCHOOL!"
"It, it, it wasn't my fault." Harry whispered.
"YES IT WAS! YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED HIM BOY, AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO KILL MY FAMILY LIKE YOU KILLED HIM! GOT IT!!!" Vernon shook Harry so hard that the whole neighborhood could have heard the snap of Harry's neck as Vernon continued to shake him.
"Vernon! Vernon come to bed, sweetie! It's 2 in the morning!" Petunia called form their bedroom.
"Coming dear!" Vernon called back. He threw Harry into the wall and watched him sink to the ground, leaving a giant trail of blood on the wall. He gave one last kick to Harry's chest before locking the cupboard door and heading upstairs.
As soon as Harry was sure that his uncle was gone, he tried to get up, but couldn't. His arms hurt too much and he couldn't feel his legs. 'Please don't let my neck be broken.' He thought dimly. "Siri?" He whispered. "Siri where are you? Help me, please! Siri! Siri. Siri, please help me..."
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250 miles away, Sirius suddenly sat up in bed, awoken from his sleep.
"Harry!" He whispered. "Oh, God, Harry!"
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A/N: So... Any good? Shall I continue or not??????? Any suggestions? See that nice little box down there that says Submit Review? Well, click it!!!
Till Next Time.
KaceyRat