A/N: This is written after Book 5, Book 6 and 7 never happened… and this is just an idea for a story…tell me if I should keep writing or not…
Note: This will eventually be Draco/Harry so if you have a problem with that or slash in general TURN BACK NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Draco or any other characters
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Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts was coming up in three weeks and the abuse of the Dursley's was still going strong. Yesterday morning Dudley had punched him hard in the face, which resulted in a black eye and very broken glasses on Harry's part and the loss of the ability to speak on Dudley's. Whenever Dudley opened his mouth, instead of words coming out, bubbles did, which Dudley hated though the younger kids he bullied truly enjoyed.
Since Dudley still couldn't talk the next day, Uncle Vernon had promptly locked Harry in his room and refused to feed him or let him out until he turned "Diddykins" back to normal.
Returning Dudley's voice was the least of Harry's problems. Because he wasn't allowed to do magic outside of school, his glasses were still very broken. The left eye (the one Dudley had hit) was swollen shut and still stung from the many shards of glass Harry had dug out of the surrounding area. Luckily, Dudley had only broken the glass on the left side and the bridge in the middle. Harry had taped the bridge easily back together but it was extremely strange for Harry to only be able to see out his right eye.
Not to mention, he was hungry; he hadn't eaten anything since noon yesterday and it was already 4:00 pm. Harry had had to 'transform" his trashcan into a toilet and he was upset that Hedwig had left yesterday to deliver a letter to Hagrid, because there was no way she would be able to ge back in through the barred and locked windows.
Of course, he still had leftover cake from his birthday under the floorboard, but even that was a stretch, especially since the only thing he'd received was a rock hard cake from Hagrid. He hadn't gotten one letter or card or anything from Ron and Hermione all summer. At first he had tried to convince himself that they were probably doing something for the Order again and just couldn't contact him, but even last year they had gotten him a birthday card. He had prayed that they would come get him again, but at the same time he knew he didn't want to set foot in Grimmauld Place ever again…the memories were still so fresh.
He missed Sirius and the guilt over his death had never left. Throughout the summer the Dursley's had been the same as always until one day Dudley discovered that Harry didn't fight back when he was beaten up any more. Harry truly believed that he deserved to be punished and the only reason that he kept on living was because he knew that he was the only one who could defeat Voldemort.
He had tried contacting Remus all summer but hadn't gotten a respond. He knew that Remus and Sirius had gotten close after third year, but Harry would never forget how Remus couldn't meet his eyes after Sirius's "funeral." That's right, they had had a "funeral" for Sirius. The last day of class, Dumbledore had invited Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Neville down to Hagrid's hut for a small meeting. It had turned out that Tonks and Remus were there too and obviously Hagrid (it was his house of course). They had buried a dog bone and put a small gravestone overtop that said: SNUFFLES PADFOOT
True Friend to the End
Harry had still been numb. In fact to this day he was numb. He had never truly cried except right when it had happened. He knew that he probably should but he didn't want to, because he still didn't want to admit that he was gone…He remembered how it had felt weird having Luna and Neville there, because he didn't feel like they knew Sirius at all. And at first, he surely didn't want Dumbledore there because he had tried to put all the blame on him. But he soon realized that it was his fault and had left.
Harry hadn't spoken one word out loud since then and didn't plan to for a while. He had written to many people, but only ever got a respond from Hagrid. He felt like he had nobody anymore, not even himself.
He was totally alone.
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I hope this is good so far. Tell me if I should keep going or not. I can't decide if I want to make this a creature fic or not (like Draco's a veela or something, but I know that it will be a Draco/Harry. Lots of Harry angst and Draco comforting! Just how I like it! Thanks. Now please review!
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