Authors note: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story. J.K Rowling is an awesome writer and I am nor will I ever be making money off of this story. Oh and dont kill me, i'm new at this. Oh and the Mini-messenger idea is not mine it belongs to a great author named Emma Lipardi.
Harry woke up once again drenched in a cold sweat. When he had arrived home from Hogwarts his aunt and uncle had once again locked him in his room. For the last two weeks he had only been let out to go to the bathroom and every few days for food. "Why must they do this to me?" He asked himself once again while getting out of his bed to change into something dry. Every few nights he revisited the night that Sirius had died and eventually woke up from the nightmare in a cold sweat. There were somedays when he didnt know if he could take it anymore. But living at Privet drive was a lot better than the other option. His aunt and uncle wanted to send him to an orphanage but decided that locking him in his room with hardly any food would be a lot better punishment. All of his life he had been abused by the Dursleys because he was magical. All his life he had been forced to live either locked in the cupboard under the stairs or the room in which he was in now. They knew he couldn't do magic outside of school and his cousin had taken to teasing him horribly about it. At the end of the year he had told Dumbledore that he couldn't go back. That his relatives, who Dumbledore was so damn ignorant about, actually abused the poor boy. Dumbledore just shook it off and told him that his aunt and uncle actually loved him, and it was just his imagination running wild again. He crawled back into bed hoping to get a few more hours of sleep before sunrise. He quickly fell back to sleep only this time a different nightmare ran wild through his mind.
He was once again seeing through Voldemorts eyes. The madman was surrounded by his followers that weren't locked up in Azkaban. There was one that Harry noticed specifically, it was the one kneeling right in front of the dark lord whose mind he was currently sharing. Voldemort was saying something to the person under the cloak. The person couldnt have been very old, even on his knees he was still quite short. He must have said something to the Voldemort that he disliked for in the next instant the cloaked figure was laying sprawled out on his back writhing in pain. At that moment Harry could see who it was under the cloak. "Malfoy." Harry thought to himself. It was then that Voldemort realized that Harry was sharing his brain and kicked him out. Harry woke up for the second time that night drenched in a cold sweat. "Damn it, i'm never going to get any sleep." He muttered. He thought about what he had seen in the vision and quickly dived under his bed for the loose floorboard that hid all of his school stuff that he had managed to get out of the closet under the stairs. He found the thing that Hermione had given him before they left the train. It looked like any normal book or diary that someone would carry. But if you tapped your wand on it twice and said the password the person or people that were connected to it would see any message that you wrote into it. He knew Hermione connected their two mini-messengers together before they had gotten off the train but he couldn't remember the password to activate it. "Well thats not going to do me any good." He muttered to himself. He looked around his room for a spare bit of parchment to write a note to Hermione on. He took out his wand. "Alohomora!" he said to unlock the padlock on Hedwig's cage. He quickly wrote a note for her to take. Draco Malfoy's hurt. He was at a Death Eater meeting tonight and got Crutio'd. Dumbledore will know what to do. Harry. He knew Hermione would be at Hogwarts since two weeks after school let out she had written him a letter by owl mail that said that she and some other gifted students had been invited to be taught by the best of the best of the wizarding world. Surely she could somehow find Draco help, well at least better than he could at the moment. He opened his window and let Hedwig fly out the window into the warm summer night.