A/N: I would just like to tell you all that this is my first piece of Harry Potter fanfiction. All replies are welcome, including flames, but just tell me what the flame is for please. WARNING! OOTP SPOILERS!

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize, that belongs to J.K. Rowling. God bless her (No, I'm not religious).

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Chapter One: Back With The Dursleys

"Idiot boy!" Uncle Vernon growled, his face purple enough to rival a prune's, when the pile of packages Harry was carrying tilted precariously and started to tip. "I told you to be careful with those packages! If you so much as scratch one of those cups I will kick you so hard you will not be able to sit for a month!" Harry winced at the fierceness of the threat and the pieces of spittle that flecked onto his face.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon, I'm sorry, I won't break them I promise," Harry replied hurriedly, trying to squeeze past his uncle as fast as he could. Harry did not doubt his Uncle would truly beat him if it so much as appeared he had scratched one of those cups in the Victorian tea set his Aunt Petunia had ordered, not just because it cost a fortune, but because it was a good excuse to beat him silly.

Harry quickly, but gently, placed the boxed tea set on the kitchen table and raced up the stairs to escape his Uncle's disapproving-yet fearful- glaring eyes. With a sigh he flopped down on his hard bed and ended the sigh with a hiss and a wince at the sharp twinge in his ribs. Gingerly he stood up and went to the cracked full size mirror on the wardrobe door. Pulling his shirt up he studied the dark blue-purple bruises on his ribs and stomach. He had received those when he had supposedly caused a water hose to jump up and spray Dudley head to toe. True Dudley did walk into the house sopping wet, but that was because he had been off with his gang again water ballooning the younger residents and ended up having a water fight between each other instead, and Dudley, not wanting to get in trouble for soaking his new running shoes through had made up the story to put the blame on Harry.

Harry was not too surprised ever since he had returned from Hogwarts this year he had been blamed for the smallest abnormality and beaten and warned not to try such again. Harry sneered, as if I could do magic, they know as well as I do the restriction on under age wizardry. Even though there were certain times where he had unknowingly or unpurposely performed magic without the aid of his wand. These such outbursts only happened when he was especially emotional, or, to be more precise, when he was especially angry.

Easing his shirt down, Harry looked around his small room hopefully, but only a moment later he lowered his eyes and sighed. He had left his window open, hoping to receive a letter while he was away, even after a month there had not been a single letter from his friends. Well, it is still early, he thought, they probably are busy. Harry felt a flash of anger, even after the incident a few months ago, Dumbledore still refused to acknowledge Harry's importance. Though Harry understood the reason for him having to come back each year to the Dursley's he did not understand why he had to stay there.

Suddenly there was a sharp rap on the door and Harry heard his Aunt's voice pierce through his thoughts. "You get downstairs right now! You have a lot of explaining to do!" Harry felt his heart skip a beat, and felt some of the color drain from his cheeks. Oh God, what did I do know? Not giving his relatives another reason to berate him he flashed down the stairs, ready for the worst.

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A/N: I know it was short, but I did not have much time, and I ried very much to keep ootp spoilers out, but I can pretty much promise of spoilers next chapter, especially involving a certain person. All reviews welcome.