Disclaimer: i do not own Harry Potter or any other character from the Harry Potter books that title goes to J.K Rowling.

Authors note: This story is set after the fourth book, but does not follow the fifth. I am not completely sure i have rated this story right, if i have not i hope you will review and tell me.

This is my first time writing a fanfic, please review and give me feedback all reviews are welcome.

Summary; Harry Potter's life takes a turn for the worse when he arrives at his relative's house after his fourth year. Hopefully his friends and Sirius can read the signs and save him before it is to late...

If you have hope, all is not lost

It was an ordinary day, or as ordinary as any day could be for Harry Potter, he had just ended his fourth year at Hogwarts. Only a few weeks before he had seen another boy die and he had yet again survived the dark lord Voldemort. For most after what he had lived through during the school year, the summer vacation would come as a relief, but to him it was quite the opposite.

He had realized the moment he got back to the Dursleys (he would never regard them as his family) he knew that he was in trouble, the look on his uncles face told him quite clearly that they had not forgotten what had happened when he left them, and it also told him that they blamed it all on him.

The moment they got back he had been thrown into his room and his wand had been taken from him. His trunk and Hedwig had been taken away, for days he had wondered if Hedwig was even alive, but then on the third day he had gotten her back. He was told to send his friends a note telling them he was alright an all that, but he was not to make them worry or think that anything was wrong.

He got to keep her with him after that but she was kept looked in her cage. Every day his uncle or cousin would come in to his room and beat him, now after a month he was barely able to sit up, and he knew he would not manage for long. He had sent his friends hidden signs in his letters to tell them that something was wrong, but apparently they had not noticed. And the letters they sent him was short and with little information, he was starting to lose hope.

He heard the looks on the door come open and he painfully got up and looked to the floor by the door, he would never again make the mistake of looking his uncle in the eyes, he had not been able to move for days after that punishment. His uncle came in with a few bits of parcament and a quill in his hands, they had taken away every thing he could write on and with so that he was not able to write to his friends when he was not allowed to.

"here Boy" his uncle bellowed, "write your freakish friends and that criminal godfather of yours, and be quick about it." Vernons face was red with anger and he was looking more like a pig than ever. Harry took the writing utensils and began writing he knew that he had to make the signs more obvious in these letters, because he did not think he could survive to write more. At the same time he could not make them to obvious either because then his uncle would notice and he would be dead in an instance.

In the end he decided to just make the signs a farewell and he knew that the onely one he could say farrwell to with out making his uncle suspicious would be his godfather Sirius. "uncle, would it I be allowed to write a note to my godfather where I tell him i will no longer be writing him, i now understand that it is not appropriate to associate with criminals." Harry knew his uncle would fall for that as the Dursleys where highly against all things not normal and freakish, and his godfather was in their eyes both. "yes yes, but hurry up, i will not stay in this room to long and be infected with your freakishness." Vernon hissed.

He wrote,

Dear Sirius

This will be my last letter to you, i have come to see that my relatives are right and i will no longer associate my self with your kinds freakishness and i hope my relatives are able to cure me of it.

May you be well,

Your former godson

Harry.

His uncle snatched the letter the moment he was done, he read it through and left the room. Harry knew that Vernon would take his letter as a sign that the beatings worked and would probably make more of an effort now, but Harry could not find the will to care. His uncle came in again this time with a belt in hand and as Harry saw his uncle tie the letter to Hedwig's leg he felt his last bit of hope leave with her.