Well here it is, I promised it to thrnbrooke so here goes another H/D. I was going to go for one shot and a one chapter story, but it just did not work, sooooo ya I am still working on it...

This is set during the summer of their fourth year, after the GoF and after Voldemort's return so obviously it is going to be an AU fic but I will try to keep the OOCness down.

Oh ya and me no own HP

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Chapter 1: "Home"

It was quite. No one had said much since they had departed the train station. The entire trip was nearly done for another few months and his hellish nightmare that was his home life was about to begin again. He careful to keep his inner pain from his face, he did not need his aunt, uncle, and cousin to know how close he had come to death only to once again manage to avoid it. Besides they would not care they cared nothing for him and he knew it. They only allowed him to stay in their house because they were his only relatives.

He turned his gaze from the back of his fat uncle's head to look out the window to his right. Out side cars flashed by as they passed them, and in his mind Harry wondered if Ron and the other Weasley's would come for him this summer. As the cars faded and became the houses of their neighborhood his thoughts shifted to the final events of the school year, the final event of the tri-wizard tournament. It had lead to the death of fellow Hogwarts student Cedric and had lead to the return of Voldemort the man who had killed his father and mother.

How long would it be before the wizard came for him? He knew the evil snake was mad at him for escaping that night and he just wondered how long it would be before he came for him. He didn't figure he would live to see then end of the summer, not with how mad Voldemort had seemed. The car turned again and pulled to a halt in the drive way where the three Dursleys and Harry were quickly out of the car. Vernon popped the trunk of the car and retrieved Harry's trunk. Harry watched him carry it inside and trudged after him carrying Hedwig in her cage. He went around his trunk, which had been left in the front entryway, and went to his room where he put Hedwig's cage on a stand that was there and opened the door to thw cage for the snowy owl.

"Hey girl there you. No be good and stay here ok." Harry told his friend before he made way back down stairs to retrieve his trunk of school things. After last summer when they found out about his godfather his aunt and uncle has been slightly more willing to allow him to have his school things so he could do his schoolwork. He heaved on his trunk for an hour or more before he was finally able to get it up the stairs and into his room.

Once he got his trunk into his room he shut the door after him and flopped down onto his bed. Well it was not his bed back at Hogwarts but it would do for now, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

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It was not that far of a trip just a quick pop back to the house so he had long ago settled his trunk in his room and was now just laying on his bed.

So Voldie was back in the flesh and blood now. Great that would mean that his father would want him to take the mark now. He scowled, that had not been high on his list of thing to do this summer or even in this life time. Contrary to belief he hated Voldemort and had not interest in joining the old coot. Sure he detested Granger and the other Mudbloods, but that did not mean he wanted to follow some old coot around who had been defeated by Dumbledore's golden boy when he was a baby.

Stupid golden boy, why did everything have to be about him. Voldie's demise, Voldie's return, his having to become a deatheater, his annoying dreams. Yep all of it had to do with Harry bloody Potter, but the worst one were those dreams. Stupid sodding dreams, they had been driving his insane for nearly this entire past year. They had started not long after the welcome feast and had only gotten 'worse' as the year worse on. He had even caught himself holding his breath hoping the Gryffindor would be ok during the first task with the dragons, it was annoying him to no end. What annoyed him the most about it though was not that he was having /those/ kind of dreams about a guy, but that he was having /those/ kind of dreams about Potter, he had even caught himself trying to call Potter 'Harry' a couple of times in his mind and to his face.

This was great just great. How was he supposed to be a deatheater and try to fucking kill Potter if he was having dreams, or worse feelings, for him.

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Please R&R