a.n: Hello all! Seeing as that my last fic disappeared all by itself, I decided to put it on hold and start typing this one. Sorry to fans of Mystic Moon Children, fanfic deleted it for some reason. I´ll re-type it someday. I´d love it if you all read this one though. I already have the first 7 chapters written, though not typed. review loves!

disclaimer: harry potter and all that isn´t mine, but Lucelos and any other characters you haven´t heard of are. so ask before using, if they´re even good enough to use.

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Prologue: Lucelos

July 7th

¨I hate it! I really really do! Stupid bloody Dursleys.¨ Harry angrily muttered as he walked.

He'd gone to the grocery store again, and for the third time this week everyone grew quiet as he approached, hurrying their children away. He wondered briefly if people would've acted the same around Sirius had he been freed, then dismissed the thought as a fresh lump formed in his throat.

'I won't think of that, I won't!' he thought as he entered the store.

Immediately everyone grew silent. Then came the title wave of whispers, points, and stares. He was given fearful, angry, and disgusted glances. But today was different. One stare he didn't see, but felt. It drilled into his back, and he just knew this was one of those life-altering moments you read about in books.

¨Bloody Dursleys.¨

It was all their fault anyways. It was because of them that he got these looks. You see, Harry knew that stare. The one he felt but couldn't see. On his third day of summer break Harry had met a boy of his own age. And what a day it had been.

/FLASHBACK/

June 3rd

He been going to Westburg for groceries when he'd happened upon an old planetarium. He figured he might as well catch up on Astronomy, so in he went. After the show was over he checked the time and rushed for the exit. BAM!

¨Ouch.¨ Harry rubbed his head and looked up into sad light blue eyes. The other boy gave a sheepish grin and held out his hand.

¨Sorry about running into you like that, I'm Lucelos.¨ he muttered as Harry took his hand and stood.

¨Harry. And don't worry about it, I was the one running.¨ he smiled. Both boys laughed and headed out together, talking about the show.

¨So, Harry, where are you from? I haven't seen you around, and this is a pretty small town.¨

¨Oh, I'm from Little Whinging. Pretty close to the border too.¨

¨I see, well, it was nice meeting you Harry. It's hard to find anyone else who can actually enjoy the planetarium. Maybe I'll see you around.¨ and with a wave Lucelos was off and Harry was alone again.

He glanced at his watch.

¨Shit!¨ and he ran to the store.

By the time Harry had gotten home the Dursleys had become infuriated. They took the groceries from him and Vernon dragged him to his room by his hair. Once the door had been kicked open Harry was thrown in with a shout. After Vernon finished telling the boy how he deserved to have his Godfather die because he was so ungrateful, the door was slammed and locked.

Of course, today was the day to write to the order. Harry told Dumbledore that he was locked in his room again and that he appreciate it if they'd get the Dursleys to let him out. He also said that there weren't bars on the window yet, but that he thought there would be soon.


June 6th

Three days later he was still locked in his room, complete with bars and food flap. He'd only been allowed out for the bathroom. After a small bread and water meal, Harry received a reply. Dumbledore said that Harry shouldn't be over dramatic, and to keep in mind that punishment was a part of growing up. He reminded harry that the order was quite busy, and not to be used to get him out of trouble any time he did something wrong. He said that they would only intervene if Harry were in real danger. He mentioned Remus being sick, and said to hold tight as best he could. The barn owl that had brought the letter waited patiently for Harry's reply. So reply he did.

Dear Headmaster Dumbledore,

I hate to bother you when you're so busy, but I really do need your help. I've been locked in my room for three days with nothing but bread and water, once a day. I'm not trying to argue or anything like that, but it looks like things are going to get worse soon, and I really don't want to be forced into cursing my way out. If it comes to that or starvation though, I will.

Send Remus my regards,

Harry J. Potter

The owl took the response and left, even as Vernon entered the room.

¨Boy! What was that ruddy owl doing here?!¨

¨It was the Order Uncle Vernon.¨

¨You bloody well better behave boy, I don't want those FREAKS in my house!¨

¨Yes Uncle Vernon.¨ Harry rolled his eyes.

¨Don't take that tone with me boy!¨ BAM!

Harry's head reeled from his position on the floor as he stared in shock, Vernon's hand still poised in the air over him.

¨What the bloody fucking hell?!?¨ Harry exclaimed from his spot on the floor.

¨Watch your tongue you ungrateful little brat!¨

And suddenly Vernon was kicking him. In the stomach, the ribs, the head, wherever his huge foot could reach. And Harry curled up, blocking his vital organs and biting his tongue as Vernon's boot connected with the back of his head. All Harry could hear were the distant sounds of someone screaming, ´Oh wait, that's me...´ and Dudley's laughter from downstairs. He screamed again as he was lifted by his hair so that he and Vernon were eye level. The kicking had stopped.

¨Now listen here boy, and listen good. We've taken care of you, put a roof over your head, cloths on your back, and food on your plate. And how do you thank us? Tell those ruddy freaks that we mistreat you? I won't stand for it. You´ll tell those abnormal people how well we're treating you, or you'll regret every second that you didn't!¨

¨Like hell I will!¨ BAM!

And Harry was on the floor again, blood spurting from his nose and Vernon's bulky figure spinning before his eyes.

¨You do as you're told boy, or we will make you.¨

Vernon glared as he stalked closer with a twisted smirk on his lips. Harry whimpered as he touched his mess of a face, and cried out as Vernon yanked him up by his arm. He grabbed Harry's wrist and bent the pinky finger back until the bone snapped and Harry screamed. Vernon smirked and dropped the sobbing bloody mess to the floor.

¨Remember that lesson boy, or I promise I'll teach it again.¨

With that, the door slammed and Harry was left bleeding on the floor.


June7th

The next morning his door was unlocked and there was an ice pack hidden with his cloths, and a note.

Potter,

The ice pack is for your hand and face. Vernon, Dudley, and I have gone shopping in London. We'll be back by 5p.m. Have the pack in the freezer and your door locked by then, or Vernon will find out. Just because I don't like you doesn't mean I want you injured. And keep your mouth shut!

Petunia

Harry stared in awe at the note before running downstairs for a small snack. He snuck a notebook and some pens into his room first, then hid a few old rags, band-aids, and peroxide under the loose floorboard. It was all he could do for now.


5o'clock rolled around and Harry was locked in his room with a strip of old shirt held to his nose. He used it to clean the blood off and dipped it in his water so Vernon wouldn't suspect the peroxide. As heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs Harry backed away from the door, wandering what would come next. The lock turned and the door swung open. Vernon's large figure filled the doorway.

´fuck! not again...' Harry's thoughts whirled as Vernon glared and closed the door.

¨Boy. It's Friday. On Sunday you have to write to your kind, and I will be proofreading your letter. Am I understood?¨

Harry's heart pounded and he flinched when Vernon raised his hand to itch his neck. Vernon smirked at this as Harry spoke.

¨Yes, Uncle Vernon, Sir." Harry murmured, realizing just how much trouble he was in.

Vernon nodded and closed the door, locking it tight before Harry heard his footsteps retreat downstairs. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and released breath he hadn't been aware of holding. He thought that maybe if he just did what they wanted, they'd let him out. With that thought he crawled under the thin blankets and gave in to the nightmares he knew were waiting.


June 8th

When Harry woke next there was an owl waiting on the desk, and with excitement Harry opened the letter. It was from Ron.

Hello Harry,

Thought I'd write you myself since Dumbledore's been so busy. You read the Prophet? Knowing you the answer's no. They've been saying how you are a hero, and not crazy after all. Guess what! I'll be 16 in twelve more days! I'll finally come into my inheritance then, and I'll reach my full power. Of course, I'll still have to learn how to access and use it, but I'll be stronger. Maybe that'll gain 'Mione's attention. What do you think mate? All she talks about is homework and you. My life seriously sucks! I mean, we're not even allowed outside. I hate it! At least you don't have to deal with it. Any suggestions mate?

Ron

Harry sat in numb shock, wondering if he'd ever been that naïve and self-centered.

'I mean, hello! That's what I go through every summer! Why is he always so jealous of me? Still...he doesn't know...'

Ron,

Haven't seen the Prophet. I'm locked up again, I'm surprised Dumbledore hasn't told you. Actually, about that. Things have gotten a lot worse, Vernon broke my nose and finger Ron. I really need help here, what I wouldn't give to be locked up with you guys. Your life could always be worse Ron, you could be me. Inheritance? I haven't heard about that, but good luck with that and Hermione. Seriously though, tell Dumbledore to get me help!

Harry

Once the letter was secretly sent off harry dressed in baggy cloths and re-wrapped his nose and finger. It looked like he was facing an infection.


Ron's POV

About two hours after Ron got up, his new owl, Kaine, brought him a reply.

¨Yes! Harry's written!¨ he shouted to no one.

He quickly scanned the letter, but the only thing Harry said about Hermione was 'good luck'. He crumpled the letter up and threw it away whilst glaring angrily at the mirror.

¨Some friend. I asked for advice and all he could say was 'good luck'? The again Dumbledore did say he was still upset about Sirius´ death...¨

With that Ronald Weasley went to the library to 'study' with Hermione.

-cough- oggle -cough-


Harry's POV

About two hours after Harry sent the letter Vernon came upstairs with an apple and a tiny glass of milk.

¨Boy. Breakfast. If you're good today we'll let you out tomorrow, just remember to have me proofread your letter, or you'll regret it.¨

¨Yes, sir. Thank you sir.¨

¨Good.¨

Vernon left the room but didn't lock the door. Still, Harry knew it was a test, and it disgusted him. Be a good little dog and you get food, be bad and you get sustenance. It was so warped! Still, he wanted to see the sky again. And maybe Dumbledore would come in person tomorrow... It was with that hope that Harry Potter lay down that afternoon, but even in dreams it didn't last long.

DREAM

¨Sirius is that you?¨

¨Harry? What the bloody hell are you doing here?!¨

¨I wanted to see you, I miss you Siri!¨

¨Miss me? Ha! You're the one who killed me! You're such a self-indulgent soiled little brat Potter! You don't even deserve that name! You aren't half the man your father was, he's so ashamed.¨

¨Harry! Lily and I died for you!¨

¨Dad?¨

¨How could you Harry? You got our best friend killed, and wasted our sacrifice! And for what? A chance to show everyone that you're braver and smarter than Snivellus? We could have done that hands down, but no!¨

¨You had to go and get me killed too! You're worthless, you'll never save anyone!¨

¨No! Sirius, I didn't mean for...¨

¨Shut up! You're useless!¨

¨Worthless, you're more pathetic than Peter was brat!¨

¨No! I'm not worthless, I'm not!¨

¨Aw, look James, the little wuss is crying!¨

¨Some son, I should've had the daughter Lily always wanted.¨

¨No, no, no! I'm not a wuss, I'm strong! I'm a Gryffindor, just like you dad!¨

¨Like me!? You'll never be like me you worthless peice of shit!¨

¨Nooo!¨

END DREAM