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It was a cold dark night as usual.

Distant stars flickered endlessly in the black sky, trying to push back the darkness that was so suffocating.

A raven haired boy stared at the sky sadly, deep in thought.

"Even the smallest light shines in the dark, always keep that in mind Harry," chuckled Sirius as he ruffled his godson's unruly dark hair.

Sirius… He sighed, how he wished he could see his godfather again.

The emptiness he felt when he pulled back the veil, only to find that Sirius was gone, forever.

Letting out a dejected sigh, he slumped his shoulders and slowly, painfully dragged his battered body back to Privet Drive. Grimacing every now and again as his movement sent waves of pain through his body.

Why they could not just leave me alone?

He had a run in with Dudley and his band of thugs at Skyle Park earlier.

Harry mentally kicked himself for letting them spot him when he was sulking alone on a park bench.

Dudley advanced on him and bad-mouthed his friends, calling them freaks.

The raven haired boy knew his good-for-nothing cousin was egging him to fight back, so he could beat him in front of his friends.

Harry clenched his fist, trying futilely to push back the anger that was boiling inside him.

Everyone's patience had a limit.

Without warning, his fist flew out and hit Dudley square in the face, breaking one of his teeth.

OoW!

He felt a sense of triumph as he stood his ground clutching his fist.

That's gonna leave a bruise, he mentally noted, flexing his fingers.

"I'm gonna get you!" roared Dudley. His teethes stained with blood.

"Bring it on!" taunt Harry as a sudden surge of adrenaline made him feel invincible.

Well, things did not turn out as well as he had thought.

Logically speaking, since when four to one is a fair fight?

He got bashed up pretty bad.

A sudden gust of strong wind sent shivers down his spine, snapping him out of his thoughts. He pulled his cloak tighter around himself and quickens his pace. He could tell that a storm is coming and he should be home by now.

Rounding a bend, he came to an intersection.

Should he take the brightly lit main road, or the short cut through the dark alley?

Either way he could reach home, why not take the shorter way? Why Not?

Never had he known that this one choice could change his life forever.

Hurrying down a dark alleyway was not a very good idea when you are not in a great shape and had to limp.

Harry tripped a few times, landing flat on his face, when his foot caught on some unknown rubbish.

"People these days, just didn't know how to take care of their rubbish eh?" He muttered under his breath.

Crawling up, he continued on his journey, hoping against hope that he could quickly leave this dark, unfriendly, foul-smelling place behind.

Crunch.

He snapped around, there was no one there.

But he swore that he heard someone. Maybe his mind is tricking him, must be fatigue.

Letting go of the thought, he broke into a jog, ignoring the fiery pain that shot through his right leg.

With each step he took, an uneasy feeling slowly builds up inside him.

Crunch.

There was it again!

The urge to get away from that place was even alarming now.

Crunch. Crunch.

He ran.

He had almost reached the end, when out of the blue a dark shape burst out of the shadows and slammed into him. He was roughly shoved into the slimy wall, his breath momentarily knocked out of him.

Before he could regain his composure, the dark shadow grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the wall. His flailing arms were a feeble attempt to ward off his attacker.

The dark shape towered above him.

"Ahh… The sweet smell of a wizard's blood. How lucky am I?" sneered the unearthly creature; his mouth stank of the city sewers.

"Let go of me!" gasped the weakened prey in his hands.

Harry swung a kick at his attacker's stomach.

The dark shadow blocks his flaccid attempt easily, catching his leg with one hand.

"Oooh… A fighter eh? Let's make sure that you couldn't do it again, shall we?"

And he twisted the boy's leg.

A piercing scream rang through the air, scarring a few bats out of its hiding place.

Harry felt as if his leg was on fire, burning, eating away at his flesh.

He bit back a whimper when he saw his leg twisted at an abnormal angle.

Dangling a few feet above the air, unable to fight back, hopeless…

"How about I take away that pain then? " Whispered the merciless creature at his ear.

"No…" was all that the raven haired boy could manage to utter before the dark creature sank his teethes into the helpless boy's neck.

Was this the end of Harry Potter, the Savior of the wizarding world?

Author's note: Yay! It's a cliff hanger! Want to know what happened to poor Harry? Stay tuned to Scott Evilton's Devilish world! Muwahahahaha… chokes on a pickled onion.