-Remembrance-

Chapter 1

Harry Potter knew he was in trouble. He just didn't know why. He sat before the school principal and stared longingly outside. It was recess and all the children were climbing around on the equipment, much in the same manner as ants. From his view, he was able to see the entire playground in one window, and the parking lot in the other. He could see Dudley and his gang stroll around and Harry shivered in his seat. A small boy with ink black hair glanced in the window, saw Harry, and gave him a relieved wave. Whether he was relieved to find Harry safe or relieved that Harry hadn't left him alone for another wasn't clear, but Harry gave the boy a small smile before he ducked way. Arthur was the boy's name and he was the only person brave enough to be his friend, partly because he was taller than Dudley was and was –probably- able to hurt Dudley worse than Dudley could hurt him. Not many people liked Arthur, they believed he used to big of words to be five but Harry enjoyed the other boys company. The principal cleared his throat and Harry looked up and away from the window sharply.

"Harry, I need to know how you got onto the roof," the balding man said, thrumming his fingers on the desk. Harry shrugged and looked away from the principal's face.

"I don't know, Sir."

"Mr. Potter! I demand to know," the man's fingers stilled and Harry's heart sped up.

"I really don't know, sir," Harry said miserably. The principal sighed.

"I'm going to call your aunt. Maybe you'll tell her," he reached for the phone sitting on his desk.

"Sir, please," Harry begged. "I really don't know how I got up there!" but his plea was no use; the principal was already on the phone.

"Hello, Mrs. Dursley? Yes, this is Principal Slogan—No, Dudley is fine. It's actually your nephew I'm calling about. You see, he was on the roof during lunch today— Yes, he claims he doesn't know. I was hoping you'd come by and– Yes, yes. I'll see you soon." The principal hung up and Harry felt despair course through him. Tears sprang to his eyes and he barley- just barley- managed to control his bladder.

"No, there's no use letting off water works. That won't get you out of trouble," the principal warned and Harry nodded, he was familiar with that rule, and rubbed his eyes.

"Sorry, sir."

"As am I Harry. This would have been easier if you just told me." Harry again nodded, wishing he could make the man understand. Shortly after, his aunt showed up and he was sent out into the hall while they discussed his fate.

"Come on," Petunia said sharply as she opened the door. With claw-like hands, she reached for Harry, who flinched away, but that didn't stop Petunia though as she grabbed his wrist and jerked him up, dragging him through the doors and to the car.

Harry clambered into the back seat, silent as night. Petunia would occasionally glare at him through the rearview mirror and he would shrink back into his seat.

"I'm sorry aunt Petunia," his voice was soft and full of sorrow. He looked down and fumbled with his hands as he said this, only risking a look up to see her reply. She narrowed her eyes at the small boy in the mirror.

"No," she snapped. "But you will be." Petunia eased the car into the driveway and Harry sat, shaking with fear, hoping he'd just be sent to his cupboard without food and Uncle Vernon wouldn't be told.

"Come," she commanded and Harry hastily opened his door before she grabbed his ear and yanked him out. Harry let off a startled yelp but was silenced immediately by her stare.

"Go to your cupboard and stay there until Vernon gets home." Tears swarmed in his eyes and Harry's legs gave out.

"Please, Aunt Petunia. Please don't tell Uncle. Whatever I did, I won't do it ever again. Please…" Petunia stared at him as if he were a beetle.

"Get in the house!" Came her deadly whisper and Harry scuttled to obey. Once safely in the house (away from the neighbor's peering eyes) Petunia -again- grabbed Harry's ear.

"Now, you listen here Freak. Your uncle will know about this, and you will tell him you've been… freaky… Understand?" Harry nodded, tears trekking down his face in wide rivers. "Good, now go!" She shoved him down the hall and Harry only managed to catch himself on the wall before sprawling around in the hall. He thrust himself into the small space under the stairs as sobs overwhelmed his small frame, before he bit his lip sharply and wiped at his tears. Tears did no good. Tears only brought pain and humiliation. Tears were bad and Harry knew he had to remove all evidence of them before his uncle got home.

Thundering footsteps awoke Harry from his sleep and he gripped his white blankie tightly. The front door closed and Petunia's heeled feet clacked across the hall. Harry could hear his heart pounding in his ears and he tried desperately to calm himself by burying his head in the blanket. The footsteps came closer to Harry's cupboard and he lost control of his bladder. Tears sparkled in his eyes as the urine soaked up in his trousers. Harry swiped his blankie off the cupboard floor and placed it on the shelf amongst the chemicals, keeping it out of harm's way. A sharp rapping at his door caused him to jump.

"Come out and tell your uncle about school today," came Petunia's nasally voice. Had it been any other family in any other home, the statement wouldn't frighten a child, unless the child had been naughty and in which case, the punishment would be mild, no dessert for example. But this wasn't any other family in any other home, and the statement very much frightened the small child in the cupboard. Harry reached up with hesitant hands and pushed open the cupboard door to face his confused uncle and his smirking aunt.

"I-I got in trouble to-today," Harry stammered.

"Tell him why," Petunia snapped.

"I-I was on the s-school r-roof. I w-was being fr-freaky." Harry bowed his head and clasped his hands behind his back, as he'd been told to do when talking to Uncle Vernon or Aunt Marge. Aunt Petunia didn't like this though, and he was constantly forgetting that. He chanced a look up through his eyelashes and wished he didn't. Vernon's face was a deep shade of red and his eyes looked as though he wished he could kill Harry with them right now.

"What?" Finally came his deadly whisper and Harry's knee's began to tremble.

"I… I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to be freaky! I really didn't! Please!" Harry was already cowering against the wall when Vernon's fist collided with his back, causing him to fall completely against the floor. Harry coughed harshly before Vernon's foot caught Harry's underside and he screamed in agony.

"Shut up," Vernon said heavily, and Harry snapped his mouth shut with a snap as his face contorted in pain. Vernon leaned down, grabbed Harry's shirt collar, raised him up, and pinned him against the wall with the meat of his arm on Harry's throat. Harry's eyes bugged out and he scratched at Vernon's arm, desperate to get air back into his lungs. When Harry's scratches got weaker and his face turned an odd shade of purple, Vernon released his hold on the small boy. Harry fell to the floor heavily, gasping for air as the vision returned to his eyes. He was sure he was going to die and was somewhat disappointed Vernon let him go. Vernon waited a moment, allowing the color to return to (or rather, leave) Harry's face, before landing a solid kick to the boy's frame, launching him into the kitchen. Harry recovered quickly, however, and scuttled away from his angry Uncle, resting against the fridge's hard frame. When Vernon reached Harry, Harry threw his hands up above his head, to protect himself. Vernon grabbed the thin wrist and pulled, violently jerking Harry into standing position.

With a sadistic smile on his face, Vernon took Harry's right pinking and slowly twisted it until in popped and Harry screamed in pain. He then took his ring finger and snapped it back at the knuckle and Harry threw his head back as he screamed and stomped his feet, trying to get away. Vernon took Harry's middle finger and pulled, slowly at first until it popped out of place, before harshly pushing it back then snapping it at the knuckle as he did the one previous.

"I said I was sorry!" Harry shrieked through the pain and Vernon slapped him.

"Let that serve as a warning. No more freakish-ness, no more broken bones, alright?" Harry nodded, tears soaking his face. "Good, now, help your Aunt with dinner, then straight to your cupboard."

Harry scuttled over to the sink and tried to avoid looking at his hand while he handed his aunt plates, seasonings, spoons, knives, items out of the fridge and more with his left hand.

"I've got it from here!" He aunt shrieked as she delivered a slap to his face for spilling salt on the counter. Harry scuttled to the cupboard and sat, tears soaking his blankie as he sobbed quietly. Harry just wanted to escape, to leave his cupboard far behind.

His stomach gurgled as he heard his "family" eat the dinner he helped make and he sighed, knowing he probably wouldn't eat for the rest of the weekend and buried his head in his blankie.

"I wanna go home," He whispered and laid on the hard floor, using his blanket as a barrier between the floor and his head, and tried to dream himself away.

AN: OK so there it is.. I know it may seem typical Harry's abused and Snape saves him but it will be different than anything I've read! So bear with me and tell me what you think:) oh, another thing, I will be gone on vacation next week so don't think I'm gone, I will update the second I get back!