Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything like that I just create the environments and actions of the characters like a puppeteer.

Author: Mind-Mage.

The Destroyer.

Prologue:

Back To Hell.

Harry had just stepped through the barrier from Platform 9¾, his face was an expressionless mask, his eyes had black shadows under them from lack of sleep, and his shoulders were slightly slumped forward in a defeated manner, he looked like he was In major depression, his emerald eyes were dark green, lifeless, dull and hollow, Harry had been told by the order that he wasn't to send owls to anyone but the order, witch didn't help his mood, he wasn't aloud to leave the garden onto the street, he was extremely pissed at that, and was not aloud to do magic at all, only if there was a death eater personally cursing him! Harry had took this in but didn't react to it like the order thought he would, but inside he was roiling with guilt, rage, anger, hate and a deep sadness, he felt a weird twisting feeling in his gut as he thought about the order but he quickly dismissed it as nothing.

As he neared the Dursley's he could see them sneering at him with hate dancing in there eyes, they sniffed pompously at his depressed looking state, but you could see there eyes shifting around nervously about, trying to see if any 'freaks' were around the station, as they walked to the car Vernon tried to use his huge girth to hide Harry's shabby appearance from the general public, Petunia was looking constantly around nervously trying to make sure the 'freak' with the weird eye didn't pop out of no-where threatening them again, Dudley was trying his best to get his enormous arms around his equally enormous belly to hide his arse from any 'freaks,' even in his depressed state Harry thought it was funny, but his face was still stony and expressionless.

Harry lugged his trunk off the rickety train cart and struggled with it but just managed to get the trunk in the car with out damaging it too noticeably, his aunt and uncle were in the car waiting trying not to look in his direction so he bent down to Hedwig's level and said "Hedwig, fly to Privet Drive but take a few days to stretch your wings first, you know what the Dursley's are like, go on!" Hedwig looked at Harry sadly and hooted mournfully and quickly flew off, Harry rammed the owl cage in the boot, and then he looked up to see his uncle's purple face glaring at him with distaste and a vicious look full of maliciousness in his eyes.

Harry sat silently as his uncle went through every shade of red, purple and white, Harry found it amazing how his uncle could go through that many shades and still not either burst a blood vessel or have a heart condition, Harry knew that it was going to be a hard summer he could tell by his uncle's face color and shade, his uncle was trying to find ways to punish him and not face the consequences and Harry could tell when his uncle had found to big of a consequence for his action's every time his uncles face went white as a sheet and then his uncle would go rapidly to purple to red for a while and then to white again and then he would scowl and start again, after Harry got bored of watching his uncles face to see how horrible his demise could be so he turned his attention to his unloving aunt, she was sitting there with a horrible white sun-dress with sunflowers on it wringing her hands nervously in her lap while looking at peoples house's outside the car window sometime scowling at house's better than hers or tutting at things like yellow grass and broken fences he quickly got bored of watching his aunt and turned his attention to the baby whale beside him, Dudley in all his fat glory was taking almost two seats and was currently trying quite unsuccessfully move his flabby legs and stomach as far away from Harry as humanly possible while not looking at Harry and trying not to be noticed while doing it, Harry just snorted under his breath and stared out his window slowly being flooded with feelings of guilt and hate again as his horror filled memory's re-played over and over again in his mind slowly torturing his soul.

As the car pulled into number four Privet Drive Harry sighed and stretched slightly as he got out of the car, he went around to the back of the car and opened the boot and strained his muscles to get his trunk out the trunk, when he got it out he sighed and wiped the smelly sweat from his brow and rubbing the salty liquid from his now stinging eyes and then got the nearly forgotten battered owl cage and closed the boot of the car weakly and started a slow pain filled journey to his tiny room and the start of his hellish summer.

Harry slide down his wall of his small box room panting and sweating with exhaustion, he had just finished dragging his trunk up the stairs and then taking his owl cage up as well had really taken it out of him as well, he stayed there on the floor for a while and as the stitch in his side went away the pain from Sirius' death started to come back full force and he curled up into a small ball and started to piteously cry, his sobs were heart breaking and full of grief and sadness, he then slowly started to calm and fall into a restless sleep that was full of nightmares of death and blood of Voldemort's latest killing spree and his Godfathers tragic death replayed with the chilling high-pitched laugh of Voldemort in the background as he watched Sirius fly in a arch landing behind the Veil of Death.

END OF THE CHAPTER.