Author's note: Hello! Ah! I'm so excited for this! But, I feel like I should warn you, this fic is going to be a lot darker then Sorcerer's Stone. I hope you like it!

Ch.1: Summertime Sadness

It's been nearly four weeks since I've been at Hogwarts. Four weeks and not a single letter from anyone, not even Professor McGonagall. She didn't come bursting into the house like she promised either. Four miserable weeks, and everyone has forgotten me. At first, I thought maybe they were busy, or their owl got delayed, but nothing has come. I can't send them a letter, because Uncle Vernon put a padlock on Hedwig's cage, when I was sleeping one night. I'm just heartbroken that they could do that to me. I really thought I've found people that actually care about me, but I guess not.

My sadness, has only been increased by the Dursleys. They have been treating me, worse than ever. My only friends I have are my cat, Matilda and Hedwig, my owl. The poor things are locked up in my room, with no fresh air.

I pet Hedwig, as she hooted against the cage.

"Third time this week!" Uncle Vernon roared from my doorway, "If you can't control that bloody owl, it'll have to go!"

"She bored." I explained, "She's use to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night-"

"Do I look stupid?" Uncle Vernon snarled.

"That depends, do you want an honest answer, or-"

"Why, I outta-" Uncle Vernon shook his fist at me.

"Sweetheart! Breakfast is ready!" Aunt Petunia's shrill voice echoed through the house.

He stepped back, glaring at me, and walked down the hallway to the stairs.

I went to the breakfast table after Uncle Vernon was a safe distance away from me. Aunt Petunia gave me a piece of toast. She didn't like the bit of extra weight I put on while I was at Hogwarts. I've already lost it, but she still insists I be on a diet.

"I want more bacon!" Dudley demanded.

"There's more in the frying pan, sweetums." Aunt Petunia said, staring lovingly at Dudley, "We must build you up while we've got the chance. . . I don't like the sound of that school food."

I'm pretty sure, he's eating just fine at school, Dudley's so large that his bottom droops over both sides of the kitchen chair.

"Pass the frying pan."

The pan's sitting in front of me, mocking me because I can't have any.

"You've forgotten the magic word." I said, irritated by his rudeness.

Dudley fell out of his chair, Aunt Petunia covered her mouth, horrified, and Uncle Vernon jumped up, boiling with anger.

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU!" he thundered, spraying spit over the table, "ABOUT SAYING THE 'M' WORD IN OUR HOUSE!"

"I've had enough, you treat me like I'm not good enough, like I'm inhuman, because of my magic!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, "MAGIC, MAGIC, MAGIC! HOW DO YOU LIKE TH-"

BAM

I woke up to Matilda licking my face. Why am I back in bed. What happened? The last thing I remember is Uncle Vernon's are flying towards me, oh. I got up and went into the bathroom attached to my room. I looked at my reflection, he got the left side of my face this time, most of it's black and blue. I pulled out a small first aid kit from the cupboard under the sink. It's nearly empty, I wiped my face with a disinfecting wipe. Hopefully, it doesn't get infected.

Aunt Petunia barged into my room,

"Finally, you lazy good for nothing, thought you could sleep the whole day away did you! Look what you did to your face , why must you cause so many problems. Why can't you be the good girl, you were before. You should be grateful, we took you back after you became a freak and everything! Now stop being such a spoiled brat and help me with dinner."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." I sighed.

The next day Uncle Vernon wouldn't shut up about his stupid dinner party at breakfast. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner, Uncle Vernon is hoping to get a huge order from him. (Uncle Vernon's company makes Drills)

"I think we should run through the schedule one more time." Uncle Vernon said, "We should all be in position at eight o'clock, Petunia you will be-?"

"In the lounge." She said promptly, "Waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."

"Good, good. And Dudley?"

"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley put on a foul, forced smile, "May I take your coat, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"

"They'll love him!" Aunt Petunia cried.

I rolled my eye, trying not to laugh at their obnoxious behavior.

Uncle Vernon lost the cheer in his voice.

"And, you girl?"

"I'll be in my room, making no noise, and pretending I don't exist." I said dully.

"Too right, you are!" Uncle Vernon said forcefully, "The Masons don't know anything about you and it's going to stay that way."

I walked out the back door, and laid on the garden bench, staring at the hedges. I bet Hermione, Draco, and Ron are all writing each other having a grand time without me.

I sat up, staring at the hedge, I swear I just saw a pair of big green eyes staring back at me.

"Why're you staring at the hedge?" Dudley asked suspicious of me.

"I'm trying to decide what would be the best spell to set it on fire." I deadpanned.

"You c-can't – Dad told you you're not to do m-magic – he said he'll chuck you out of the house – and you don't have anywhere to go – you haven't got any friends to take you in-"

"Jiggery pokery! Hocus-pocus squiggly wiggly-" I commanded in a fierce voice.

"MUUUUUUUMMM!" Dudley howled, dashing back to the house, "She's doing you know what!"

Aunt Petunia knew I really didn't do magic, neither Dudley or the hedge was hurt. Plus, my wand and school things are all locked up in the cupboard under the stairs. I still had to duck as she aimed a soapy frying pan at my head. Then she gave me chores to do, I'm not allowed to eat until they are finished.

Dudley watched me, eating ice cream the whole day. I cleaned the windows, washed the car, mowed the lawn, trimmed the flowerbeds, pruned the roses, and repainted the garden bench. I shouldn't have risen to Dudley's bait, but he said what I've feared all month long, maybe I don't have any friends. Maybe, no one cares about me at all. If only they could see the famous Hollie Potter now, sunburnt, covered in bruises, they wouldn't even recognized me now.

It was after seven o'clock, when Aunt Petunia called me inside,

"Get in here! And walk on the newspaper!"

Gladly, I moved inside the gleaming kitchen.

"Eat quickly! The Masons will be here soon!" she pointed to two slices of bread and a lump of cheese.

No roast pork or cake with whipped cream and sugared violets for me. I washed my hands and face off. After I finished my pitiful supper, my stomach still grumbled, and Aunt Petunia whisked my plate away,

"Upstairs! Hurry!"

I only reached the upstairs landing when the doorbell rang. Uncle Vernon's furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs.

"Remember, girl – one sound -" he threatened me.

I tiptoed into my bedroom, planning on collapsing on my bed from exhaustion.

The only problem was, there's already someone on it.