This fic is being redone and revamped, new chapter on it's way, too:D

Chapter 1

Harry Potter lay on his bed, fully clothed, listening for the snores of Mundungus Fletcher. Once he heard the nasal snorts coming from Dung's post on the roof, he cautiously climbed out of bed and pulled on his ready trainers. He needed out, just for one night, he needed out of his relatives' house. The Dursley's were being as civil as possible for them; meaning Harry was ignored only when he wasn't doing chores.

He tiptoed over to the window and picked the lock with a knife he'd 'borrowed' from the kitchen while he was washing the Dursley's dishes. After hearing the lock click, he slowing pushed on the glass pane and looked up. Sure enough, he could see the slumped figure of Mundungus leaning against the chimney. Harry grinned to himself and nimbly slid down the drainpipe. It creaked slightly under Harry's weight, but, lucky for him, 'Dung was not a light sleeper. He quickly jumped over the garden gate and walked down the empty street to the park.

Dumbledore wouldn't have agreed with Harry's late night wanderings; but now, Harry didn't care. His mind was crammed with thoughts of his late godfather. He continuously replayed the awful moment when Sirius had fallen through the veil. He could have saved him, if only Lupin had let him go! No, he knew now that if he'd gone through as well, he'd be dead. Just like Sirius. Harry shook his head, trying, ineffectively; to clear his mind of all thoughts of is godfather.

Harry vaulted over the locked park gate and walked across the grass. The previous summer there had only been one swing left intact on the swing set, now the entire frame had been brought down, leaving a its wake a park bench, already laden with scribbled graffiti. Harry sighed, but this was better than pretending to sleep at the Dursley's. He sat down on the edge on the bench, then lay down on the cold bench and looked up at the sky. To keep his mind of the subject of Sirius, he counted stars.

He was so engrossed in this task that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching. However, when he heard someone mutter something under their breath and found himself unable to move, he suspected something was up. Three hooded figures, each face hidden by a white mask stared down at him. In addition, one emitted a low chuckle.

Oh, joy. Harry thought. I'm going to be murdered in a park by Death Eaters. As if I didn't have enough problems! Though Harry's thoughts were angry, his face remained passive. To tell the truth, he really couldn't care less if he was dead or alive. Over the years he had contemplated suicide so many times he'd lost count, it'd been worse over the summer. Not many people knew Harry Potter had such a morbid way of thinking; after all, he had to put on a brave and happy face for the rest of the wizarding world.

"I'm going to make you pay for putting my father in prison, Potter," spat one of the shorter Death Eaters.

Malfoy? Oh it's my lucky fucking day, isn't it!

As if sensing Harry's thoughts, Draco pointing his wand at Harry. "Crucio!" Harry squeezed his eyes shut against the pain, he felt as if thousands of tiny needles were stabbing him on every inch of his skin.

"Crucio!" Malfoy shouted again, but Harry was determined not to give him the satisfaction of crying out. Even as the other two Death Eaters joined in in cursing Harry, and even as many parts of his skin split open and his blood gushed out of the open wounds, he didn't cry out. He couldn't even reach for his wand, which was stored in his back pocket. He was helpless. He was going to die.

Just as Harry was sure he was going to lose consciousness and leave the world forever, he heard a cool voice nearby say. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think that three armed Death Eaters against an immobilized boy is a very fair fight, don't you think?"

The Death Eaters spells ceased momentarily and Harry opened one eye with difficulty. The world was burred and tipping, but he could make out a lone figure standing near a tree, Harry couldn't see the mans face though the blood that had trickled down from his forehead into his eyes but , from what he could tell, he was watching the Death Eaters with what looked like disgust.

Dear God, I hope he's on my side. Harry thought, before closing his eye again and letting himself be enveloped by darkness.

Don't know if this story is actually going anywhere...